#my heart is warm at this 1AM hour

[champagneher]

DRABBLE

BASED ON | YOUR BOYFRIEND KEEPS ASKING STRANGE EXISTENTIAL -OR WAY TOO DEEP FOR 1AM- QUESTIONS AND YOU JUST WANT TO SLEEP.

PAIRING | NAMJOON X F!READER

WARNINGS | NSFW - +1k words

The dim light of your shared bedroom cast a soft glow over the space, a warm and familiar heaven that usually lured you to sleep with ease. Tonight, however, sleep was elusive, chased away by the gentle but persistent voice of your boyfriend, Namjoon, who lay beside you, his head propped up on one hand as he gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling.

"Do you think the universe is infinite?" he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the room. "And if it is, does that mean there are infinite versions of us, living out every possible scenario?"

You blinked sleepily, rolling over to face him, half-buried in the warmth of your comforter. "Nam," you mumbled, your voice thick with exhaustion, "it's 1 AM. Can we save the existential questions for the morning?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "I can't help it," he said, his tone apologetic but laced with curiosity. "Sometimes I just get caught up thinking about these things."

You sighed, a fond smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite your fatigue. This was a familiar routine—Namjoon’s mind was always active, always questioning, even in the late hours of the night when all you wanted was to drift off to sleep in his arms.

"Okay," you murmured, shifting closer to him, your body pressing against his side. "Let's say the universe is infinite. That would mean there are versions of us where you don't ask deep questions at 1 AM, and I actually get to sleep."

Namjoon laughed, a low, rumbling sound that made your heart flutter. He turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "But where's the fun in that?" He teased, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You couldn’t help but smile, your irritation melting away in the warmth of his gaze. Namjoon had a way of making even the most frustrating moments feel like something special. It was one of the many reasons you loved him.

Still, your body craved rest, and you couldn't resist a playful groan as you buried your face in his chest. "You're lucky I love you," you grumbled, your words muffled against his skin.

"I know," he replied softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "And I love you too, even when you're sleepy and grumpy."

You sighed contentedly, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a state of drowsy comfort. For a moment, it seemed like you might actually get some rest, but then Namjoon spoke again, his voice a hushed whisper in the quiet room.

"Do you ever wonder if we were meant to find each other?" He asked, his tone contemplative. "Like, out of all the people in the world, how did it end up being us?"

You lifted your head, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes. His expression was serious, his brow slightly furrowed as he stared at you, waiting for an answer. It was hard not to get caught up in the intensity of his gaze, the sincerity in his question.

"Maybe we were," you said softly, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "Or maybe it was just luck or coincidence. But either way, I'm glad we found each other."

He smiled, his eyes softening as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Me too," he murmured, his lips lingering against your skin. "I don't think I could ever imagine my life without you in it."

A warm flush spread through your chest at his words, a mix of affection and desire that stirred something deep within you. You tilted your head up, your lips seeking his in a slow, tender kiss that quickly deepened as Namjoon responded, his hand slipping to the small of your back to pull you closer.

The kiss was unhurried, a slow exploration of familiar territory that left you both breathless. When you finally pulled back, your forehead rested against his, your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

"You're such a sap," you teased, your voice barely above a whisper, though the affection in your tone was unmistakable.

He chuckled, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "You love it," he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I do," you admitted, your eyes locking with his, the air between you charged with an electric tension that made your skin tingle.

For a moment, neither of you moved, simply soaking in the closeness, the warmth of each other’s bodies. But then Namjoon shifted, rolling you onto your back as he hovered over you, his gaze darkening with desire.

"And I love you," he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours, the promise of more lingering in the air.

Your breath hitched, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as you pulled him down into another kiss, this one more urgent, more insistent. Namjoon responded in kind, his mouth moving against yours with a fervor that left you dizzy.

He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, his hands wandering over your body, mapping out every curve and dip with a reverence that made your heart race. You arched into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair as he trailed kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a blazing trail of heat in their wake.

"Namjoon," you breathed, your voice laced with need, your body aching for more of him, more of his touch, his warmth.

He hummed against your skin, the sound vibrating through you as his hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers skimming over your bare skin, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he slowly inched your shirt up, his lips following the path his hands had taken.

You could feel the weight of his gaze as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire, but there was something else there too—something tender, something that made your chest tighten with emotion.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as if the words were too heavy to speak aloud.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, your heart swelling with affection for the man above you. "So are you," you murmured, your hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat, and then he was kissing you again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both passionate and tender, a perfect blend of love and desire.

The world around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in him, in the feel of his skin against yours, the warmth of his breath on your neck, the way he whispered your name like a prayer.

Your clothes were discarded in a flurry of movement, your bodies pressing together in a way that felt so right, so perfect, that it took your breath away. Namjoon’s hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body with a familiarity that only deepened the connection between you.

He moved slowly, deliberately, as if savouring every moment, every touch, every kiss. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of you, lost in each other, in the warmth and comfort of your love.

When he finally entered you, it was with a tenderness that made tears prick at the corners of your eyes. He moved with a slow, steady rhythm, his lips never straying far from yours, his hands cradling your face as if you were something precious, something to be cherished.

You felt the world tilt on its axis, your senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the sound of his breath in your ear, the way his body moved against yours with a grace and fluidity that left you gasping for air.

His eyes never leaving yours, his breath caressing your nose and mouth. His right hand caressed your body moving down to your ass, taking a large part of it to keep you even closer.

Your legs closed around his hips, wanting to keep it that way forever. He smiled feeling the pleasure run through his body. Letting out a shaky sigh he brought his hand to your clit where he agreed to take you with him to the end.

And when you finally reached the peak together, it was like nothing you had ever experienced before—a rush of warmth and light that seemed to flood every corner of your being, leaving you both trembling, breathless, and completely spent.

Namjoon collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you both lay there, your bodies still entwined, your breaths slowly returning to normal. The room was quiet now, the only sound the gentle hum of the night outside, the warmth of his body seeping into yours as you nestled against him.

"Do you still think about the universe?" You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, as you traced lazy circles on his chest.

Namjoon chuckled, the sound of a soft rumble in his chest. "Not right now," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Right now, all I can think about is how much I love you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the man beside you, the man who always seemed to have a question, always seemed to be searching for answers, even in the quietest moments.

"I love you too," you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as the exhaustion finally caught up with you.

And as you drifted off to sleep in Namjoon’s arms, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, the universe had a way of bringing the right people together at the right time, in the right place.

Maybe, you thought with a smile, you were meant to find each other after all.

[innerconflict]

one-shot ; little cuddles w/ miguel 🫶

wc: 563

warnings: none, maybe talk about overworking?

a/n: wrote at 1am and had to reread this morning because i don't trust myself between 1am-4am

 

You're curled up on the sofa in your apartment, scrolling through your phone with a sheet mask on and a blanket pulled up to your chest. The windows are open, letting the warm air from Nueva York drift in and wash over you.

Miguel left earlier than usual today. He left a little note, saying he probably wouldn't be back until late. You've been doing nothing all day, scrolling through Instagram and random blog sites. There's been a lull in supervillain activity recently, but you don't mind a bit. Except for the fact that it gives Miguel more time to work on his tech, ergo, spend less time with you. Sometimes he won't even sleep—he'll come home, cuddle you until you fall asleep, and then work himself away in his mini-lab all night.

 

You're scrolling through one of these blog sites now, looking at what your [star sign] Lilith means when you hear the lock in the door twist and the apartment door open.

You smile to yourself, sit up a little, and flick your hair out of your face. You hear him kick his trainers off, then he appears at the door and stands there for a second, looking at you.

"Hey, sweetheart," you say, smiling. He walks over.

 

Miguel collapses onto you, his face smushing into your chest, and his arms wrap around your back. He's warm, still wearing the clothes he was wearing when you went to bed the night before. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, running your hands through his messy curls.

"Sweetheart," you say, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Mi cariño," he murmurs, rubbing his nose into your top and breathing in deeply. "I missed you."

"Bad day?"

"No," he says, lifting his head up and resting it on your shoulder. "Tiring one."

You're suddenly aware of the late hour and the orange light shining through the semi-open blinds at the window. "We can go to bed."

"Hmm..."

He doesn't move; he just holds you tighter. You can feel the tension in his muscles and the way his body seems to be seeking comfort in you.

"You work too hard, Miguel," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair. "You need to take a break sometimes."

He sighs softly. "I know. It's just... there's always something."

"Yeah, I know," you say, because you do know. Even you have moments where all you do is work. "Just us now, though."

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his face softening. "Just us," he repeats, looking into your eyes.

 

You both untangle from each other gently. He takes the sheet mask off your face and kisses your forehead.

The two of you head to the bedroom, switching the lights off and collapsing into the bed. You get under the covers, and he joins you, pulling you close to his chest and burrowing his face into your neck. You close your eyes, cosy, and you can feel yourself drifting off.

"Thank you," he whispers, sounding tired. You'd thought he'd fallen asleep.

"Hm, for what?" you murmur, your fingers tracing patterns on his arms. 

"For being my safe place," he replies, kissing your shoulder. "Love that you're always there for me."

You smile, feeling your heart swell with love. "I love that you're always there for me too."

He relaxes into you, and you lean back against him, totally safe. You can feel his heartbeat on your back, can feel his fingers pressing into your stomach, and you only have good dreams that night.

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[running-with-kn1ves]

A/N: Here's a little comfort thang for all my revenge bedtime procrastination buds going through their tumblr rn. I am so exhausted ya'll.

CW: Yandere themes, potential murder, drabble.

You're awake. It's past midnight, maybe 1AM. Maybe even close to 2. Your friends are gone, and not just for the night; it was, of your desperate hope, the last time you'd see them. The warm body behind you made sure of that. It pressed deeper against you, the ridges of a familiar stomach and chest leaning deep against your back, fingers smooth like water gliding up your hip, dipping to your waist, pulling your hair back from your neck. The night proved all you needed to know-- that this would be your last reunion.

No words needed to be exchanged, no spits of insults or creepy attempts to calm you with affection and smothering, tongued kisses. You saw it on your... "partner's" face. The jealousy, the rage-- the passive-aggressive jabs earlier in the night that just turned straight into aggressiveness. The snurks and vicious smiles that shot from across the room anytime you smiled, laughed, or acknowledged an inkling of a word someone other than your soulmate had produced. You were being hunted, being tested, with your friends only mildly put off-- not aware of the dangerous game they were playing whenever they tried to catch your attention, to act like a friend. Tonight was what you needed to see to know that your loved ones weren't safe as long as the body behind you was still warm.

If you didn't have the power of persuasion, and months of practice in calming down a creature that could turn at the drop of a hat, your friends might've been dead before they left your home. But your sacrifice, your lying awake on this night, misery swimming in your head as your body instinctively relaxed to the gentle touch, had proved that you kept them safe. That your life would always hang in limbo, the rest of it likely to be a very lonely existence as long as you remained fitted against a beast that liked to play with its food-- its lover.

"mm'n... I love it when it's just the two of us. So quiet, just your heart beating against my ear."

How could you sleep, praying you'd never see another acquaintance or old schoolmate in the grocery store while your lover was in earshot? You held more than just your own life in your hands, and it was terrifying. The trickles of fingernails gliding down your back with patterned ease usually lulled you to sleep, the tickle so soft it left you feeling airless. But you had laid here for two hours already, sending feverish prayers and sweating against the sheets as your paranoia got the best of you. The beast was happy now, but what would be next to set it off, to make it lash out at you, to draw you into a corner and decide you weren't behaving well enough to keep around anymore? You loved projects, to take home abandoned things and give them the safety they've never found before. it's just too bad it doesn't work that way with people.

A hand reached around to turn off the lamp beside you, deciding it was tired of teasing its victim. You enjoyed the momentarily release. Not long however, you received a suffocating bear hug from behind that tugged and pulled you snug against the heat radiating upon your neck. Soft, hot breaths, in line with your own helped fill the soundless night. You focused on those breaths, of in and out. Each of your own was tight and a little too late on the release, trying desperately to doze into unconsciousness.

[babydray777]

It’s always colder in Slytherin

Draco Malfoy x fem!slyth reader

WC: I don’t know man it’s not that long just read it

1am was feeling like an agony.

I once proclaimed that Slytherin Common room was way colder than the other ones and my classmates declared that it was nonsense, that the whole castle may have been somehow enchanted to be a warm place for people to stay, that it would be unfair if anyone were to deal with cold because they were sorted in an specific house.

It may be that I’m way more prominent to feel cold (which I’m not) or that my classmates are too proud to recognize that our house may have at least one drawback in comparison to the rest, but I’m pretty sure that winter nights in Gryffindor common room are way warmer than here.

It may be because we are in the dungeons, or because we are under the lake. In any case, I don’t think there is any magical architecture protecting us from unfairness. So tonight is snowing outside, and I feel cold as shit.

Even though, cold was not being my primal issue. I would not have laved anything like an agony over something as simple as that. My main problem was the fact that I was not being able to sleep even after two hours of trying.

I already thought about my day, I already thought about my classes, I even imagined fake scenarios between some teachers just to have fun in my own head for a while to see if I was able to get tired. I thought about people in my school, I thought about my friends and how the girl group of them were so pleasantly sleeping by my sides. I thought about everyone, or at least everyone, cause there was certainly a person I did not feel the urge to think about.

It’s been a few rough months, mentally rough I mean. I have always been pretty close to the boys in my house, Zabini was cool and a good gossip partner, Theodore was funny when he was not trying to win my heart over those jokes, Crabbe and Goyle were… Well, those are definitely not my favorite, but I managed to ignore their braindead comments and sounding ways to chew.

But there was also Draco Malfoy, and oh if I have been ignoring thinking about Draco Malfoy.

The thing is, we are certainly… tense.

We have always been friends, I would even dare to say that he has always been the closest one of them for me. Grew up together as our parents are pretty much close and became thick as thieves while growing up.

In our first years at Hogwarts our friendship became a little less personal as we were now surrounded by not only new friends but many other people in general. Draco became a little bit annoying towards me, or a little bit annoying in general. He was restless and sarcastic, not to mention mean sometimes, although there were few the times in which he had really crossed a line and we always ended up talking it through, so I just ended up assuming that my best friend was just a little bit of an asshole sometimes, I ignored him whenever he was not in the mood and ended the conversation there. He was still my best friend and I was not the one to fix anyone’s behavior, I was not his mother.

Well, it would have end well if that were the end of the story, problem is that our friendship took kind of a turn a few months ago when something happened. I do not want to get pretty specific so I just prefer to say that a few drinks, a joint and a pretty blonde rich boy could make anyone feel dizzy about certain feelings or attractions on a summer night.

So, for the time going, we just stood in a place of being completely awkward towards each other sometimes, or extremely close some other times.

Reality is that I always feel push towards him, like a force begin me to go and hug him, to hold his hand while he’s walking by my side, to touch his face or lay my head on his shoulder. I could never deny (and believe me I tried) my attraction towards Draco Malfoy.

But that’s also the most uncomfortable thing that has happened to me.

Draco is not the kind of person you look up to date, not if you have known him your whole life and you could end up losing your closest friend over a predictable break up. He was a brat, pretty much selfish and I would dare to say a little but mean, plus, things were already tense enough.

But like I said before: 1am was feeling like an agony. And Slytherin common room was colder than the rest of them.

“Oh fuck it” I muttered and took away my blankets.

Walking at night in my nightgown was not the best idea ever, I felt like I was about to freeze but there would only be a few steps, I only had to cross the common room and then ahead to the other side of it.

I walked bare feet through it, saw that the chimney had a temptative fire and ignored it, just to keep walking towards my destination.

Once I reached the door, I knocked as hard as I could trying not to make much sound.

“Come on… Come on, I’m freezing”

I knocked again, this time a little bit harder. And it worked, cause suddenly a pale, angry face was looking at me just by the other side of the door.

As soon as he took recognition that it was me, his face relaxed and turned into a confused expression, he still looked a little bit annoyed, but not in a way that would made me feel like he’s about to snap some stupid comment.

“Y/N?” He asked. “What you doing here? Aren’t you cold?”

“Can I sleep with you?” I snapped at once. His prefect room completely empty at his back looking as tempting as hot chocolate. He looked at me for a second and I suddenly realized that it may have been a better idea in my mind than it was in reality. “I mean… It’s actually pretty cold and I don’t know, you are comfortable to cuddle at night, for some weird reason. No other intention included… and you see our common room is actually colder than the rest because…”

“Of course you can sleep with me” He interrupted at once. As I looked up again he was smiling. God, if he was not the prettiest boy this castle has ever seen.

I smiled back and he opened the door for me.

“Come on, hurry, I’m freezing”

As I entered the room he was already heading to get under the blankets, I followed him in a rush and lay beside him.

As I got under the blankets myself, he was quick to cuddle me, passing his arm from over my waist and getting close to me.

“God you are so cold” He mentioned while staring to pass his hand up and down my arm to give me some warm.

“Did I wake you?” I asked, now that I thought about it.

“What do you think?”

“Sorry” I muttered. He passed his other arm under my neck and hugged me completely.

I lay there in silence, feeling like I had the best idea of my life cause now my eyelids were finally feeling a little heavier and I was for once relaxed.

I was about to fall completely to my dreams when Draco suddenly said “Our common room is not colder than the rest, it would make no sense”

I sighed “It would actually make too much sense” I started “You see, we are in the dungeons so…”

“Y/N” He cut me. “Just go to sleep” I was not facing him, but I could have bet my life that he was at least smiling a little.

“You just woke me”

Draco kissed my shoulder from behind. The action took me completely by surprise and my heart made a little jump at the touch of his lips on my skin.

“You deserved it”

[crappymixtape]

soft sweet sounds

EDIT -> there’s a part II cos 🫠 — okay, well apparently you get this from horny!me at 7:30am on a monday ( idk what my problem is 😵‍💫 ) – roommate!steve comes home from work to hear you in your room upset and he just can't help himself from offering you a shoulder to cry on | ( 958 words – roommates -> something?, tiny fluff, tiny smut, steve x you )

S O F T S W E E T S O U N D S 🎶 touch tank, quinnie

It had seemed silly to Steve at first, living with you. Living with his best friend, but it was cheap and made paying the bills easier because god knew Family Video wasn’t making him rich anytime soon. And you’d figured out a routine, shared your work schedules, told each other when you’d be out late or staying over with your boyfriend — or Steve with someone else. Cooked dinner together and watched movies until 1am and no pressure. Ever.

Until now.

He’d just come home from his shift at Family Video and could hear soft crying coming from behind your door. His stomach twisted with worry as he sat his keys on the counter, wondering what happened, wondering what your asshole boyfriend did this time.

Steve hated him. Your boyfriend. He was a complete douchebag and if it wasn’t him forgetting to pick you up at work it was making plans and flaking out an hour before, so you’d have to excuse Steve for assuming your crying was his fault.

Walking down the hallway Steve pressed a his palm to you door, the other resting on the handle.

“Hey,” he called out, gentle, sympathetic, “Everything okay?” And as he slowly pushed it open, he swore what he saw was going to kill him right there on the spot.

Your cries weren’t cries at all, not even close to sad or upset as his brain worked overtime to process what he’d walked in on.

You.

Laid out all pretty on your bed.

Panties hooked around your knees and your shirt rucked up your stomach. Hand pressed between your thighs as your fingers drew tight, messy circles over your clit. A pinch between your brows with how good it was making you feel, so good you didn’t hear the door at first, but then you did hear Steve.

Heard him asking if you were okay.

Heard him coming into your room without knocking and it was all just a second too late.

“Oh shit–Jesus Christ–oh my god–I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, fuck-“

“Steve??” you gasped, yanking your sheets over your body in a failed attempt to hide as he practically tripped over his own feet and back out into the hallway.

“Fuck. Shit,” he pressed his back into the wall, chest heaving and heart hammering heavy against his ribcage, unable to breathe. What was he thinking??

A huge invasion of privacy. A fucking rookie move. ‘Doesn’t anyone knock anymore??’ he hears a voice mock in his head. There’s no way you’d trust him after that.

Burying his face in his hands he groaned, you idiot! Waited for you to yell at him to get out, to take his things and find somewhere else to live, but then your door slowly opened again revealing a sliver of your face. Cheeks flushed and pink, a lighter tinge than the deep red that had settled on his.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute as he let out a heavy sigh. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I just heard crying and–but obviously you weren’t crying—I just thought something bad happened and–and I know how he can get sometimes, so I thought you were upset and maybe I’d try and cheer you up, but I didn’t know you were in there doing that and–“

“Steve,” you said softly, cheeks still pink. Still warm from teasing yourself. Still warm from Steve, “It’s okay.”

He opened his eyes slowly and looked at you through the crack in the door. Your curls perfectly messed. Framing your face. The soft curve of your lips, the long sweep of your lashes, the half smile you were giving him and he exhaled. A small sigh of relief.

“I’m really sorry,” he said again, features still pulled down with concern as he roughed his hands through his hair, still stressed and worried about what you’d think of him now.

“It’s okay, it was really sweet of you to worry about me,” you reassured him, opening the door a little more. Enough for him to see you’d put on a pair of pajama shorts, you shirt half tucked into the waistband in haste.

“Sure, course,” he murmured, the lines of worry on his face melting at the sound of your voice.

“I broke up with him,” you confessed, chewing at your bottom lip. The sting of having an ex now instead of a boyfriend still fresh, but the lack of weight on your shoulders told you you’d made the right decision.

“Oh,” fell from his lips softly, sorry again, his mouth pulling down into a half frown again.

“I know,” a small sigh pushed itself from your lungs as you leaned against the door frame, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Anything I can do?” Steve asked, and he meant it. He’d give you the world and all the stars and galaxies. Give you whatever you asked for. Anything.

“Uhm,” you murmured, a little shy, but feeling bolder as Steve took a step toward you. His hair falling messy across his forehead, big brown eyes edged with long lashes. Your best friend. Your roommate. Your Steve. His lips parted ever so slightly, hanging on your silence. Waiting.

Anticipating.

“Could you help me?” you asked, swallowing down the nerves in your throat as your hand reached out to tangle your fingers up with his.

“H–help you?” Steve’s voice sounded strangled, like he couldn’t quite understand what you were asking of him, and so you decided to show him instead.

“Yeah, please?” and you lifted the hand that was wrapped up in his and pressed his palm against the plush of your waist. Pulled him back into your room. Tugged him down into you and kicked the door shut behind you and asked him to help you forget about things for just a little while.

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[sweetreliever]

i love you to the moon and back ~ m.s

in which, matt meets his daughter, alice, for the first time

warnings: none :)

a/n: sorry for it being short! i love dad!matt so much and this warmed my heart and i hope you fall in love with him even more!

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"alright, just one more push" you barley hear the doctor since you're so overwhelmed of the situation

this evening didn't go as planned, as your water breaking on the couch

your boyfriend, matt immediately went into action, helping you get out the door and to the car

he held your hand the entire way there and never let go

once you got in the room, matt fed you ice chips and rubbed your shoulders and back

and that was until 1am, you started pushing, matt gripped your hand and held your right leg

you decided to give birth naturally, making matt's eyes widen, fully supportive but shocked

you look at your boyfriend, who can read you like a book, responding, "c'mon honey, you've got this, only a few more, alright?" he coos, rubbing his thumb in your palm

with that, after an hour of pushing, you hear your daughters wails, tearing up yourself, matt already has a tear rolling down his cheek as shes placed on your bare chest

"hi honey." i coo as the doctor cleans her up, "you did it mama." matt says as he kisses my forehead

"dad, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?" the doctor asks and matt nods eagerly as the she instructs him

after he does so, the doctor and midwives give her a checkup, making sure theres no complications, which there weren't

matt kisses you, "you're so strong honey, you gave birth to our daughter and shes beautiful, just like you." he looks at you lovingly, "i'm gonna go see her."

the midwife hands the baby girl to matt "here you go dad, she's healthy and got a full head of hair."

matt tears up at the bundle in his arms, wrapped in a pink blanket with stripes, "hi honey, i'm your dad." he kisses her forehead "i love you so much, you're so beautiful, just like your mama." he coos as he looks at you, then back to your daughter, talking in a baby voice, "speaking of your mama, i'm gonna hand you to her, she carried you for nine months and her belly got big! can you believe that?" he says as shes actually going to respond back, handing her to you, you place her on your bare chest, kissing her head, "hi honey, i love you, you smell so good." you coo shifting over on the bed so matt can sit next to you, giving him a non verbal signal to do so.

he immediately does so, wrapping an arm around you, "you're so strong, and she looks like the both of us, we created a beautiful baby girl, and now she's going to thrive and live life knowing you carried her for nine whole months and pushed her out." he kisses your forehead, "what are we going to name her?"

you pause, "i always liked the name alice, it's so pretty."

matt's eyes light up and he smiles, "alice it is then."

he kisses alice's head, earning a yawn from her

"hi there, alice lou sturniolo." he says

"lou's her middle name, after my mom, marylou." my heart is touched by this, "she's gonna be so happy to hear that."

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tags!! @cherib3lla @bratzforchris @mattscoquette @24kmar @pixiespax

[billie-reportingbadnews2you]

a liar?/ A Wanda Maximoff fanfic

warnings: swearing, marijuana use 18+

The air was fresh but cold and slow, you just got out of the shower and put a towel around your hair ring ring you dialed your girlfriend Wanda who had said she'd be hanging out with vision, but it was

pretty late and you wanted your girl home ring ring, your phone just kept ringing, than voicemail "hey its Wanda, obviously 'm not able to take your call right now, but leave a message!" you sighed, maybe

she just lost track of time, she's a goddamn superhero she's safe, 6pm went to 8pm to 10pm to finally 1am you had already gotten dressed and slumped on the couch the light from your dimly lit tv

was the only source of light in your apartment, you were breathing heavily the sound of your clock ticking echoed in your ear, in the corner of your eye you saw the front door handle glow in a scarlet red

shade, Wanda was home, the slim figure crept through the entrance of your apartment, "hey babe" Wanda firmly placed her hands on your shoulder a view of her soft long fingers barely painted with her

signature black nail polish, she lightly kissed you on your head "why are you home so late?" you could sense her freeze "oh uhm I'm sorry

me and vision lost track of time" you got up from the couch and leaned up against the kitchen counter, Wanda switched the kitchen

light, she searched the fridge her head bopping up and down the shelves "what's for dinner" you chuckled in response "Wanda, its 1 in

the morning" she looked around laughing in disbelief "Ok you only call me 'Wanda' when your upset, what wrong babe" you wiped your

face with your palms exhaling "oh i don't know maybe because my girlfriend is hanging out with a guy who clearly has a crush on her

and you were 4 hours late and didn't even answer my call" she looked

at you in a angry tone "Oh my fucking god why do you always think vision likes me? he's my best guy friend, nothing wrong with that,

YOU are my girlfriend, and I'm sorry like i said we lost track of time and my phone died" you looked at her coldly "phone, now." she

looked up at the ceiling passing you her phone, you opened her phone seeing vision's text's "had a great time tonight, another time?"

you looked at the visions name for Messager ,Wanda looked at you anxiously "dead huh? your phone doesn't look very dead to me"

Wanda tried speaking but nothing but broken sentences "u-uhm u-uh o-oh hmmm" you shushed her "and why is there a love heart in

vision's contact, and why is HE your background" she begun to fiddle

with her finger "oh uhm well he's been my friend forever a little heart wouldn't hurt you know a-and he's my background because i-it

changed automatically" you nodded your head is disbelief, "password" she went pale "v-v…." you mocked her "v-v-v 'v' what?"

she sighed "vision.." you scoffed "your fucking password is 'vision'? will this get any better?" she had an apologetic face on "sweetheart,

princess, handsome, lover, all of these nicknames don't seem so 'friendly'" she started to panic, slightly tearing up "all these fucking

face times and you couldn't even answer a call huh" "n-no no babe its not what you think i-I'm sorry" you slid her phone across the island

"I'm done with this bull shit, sleep on the couch, or go to visions anywhere away from me is preferable" she went to grab your arm but

you shrugged her off.

As you went to your room you couldn't sleep, you re-watched memories of you and Wanda, pictures of anniversary's just for all of that to be thrown away because of a fucking cyborg, listening to her

laugh and smile at the camera made you tear up, the Luke warm liquid slid down to the corner of your frown, after a couple hours by

the time it was around 4am you crept into the lounge seeing Wanda fast asleep with her phone open with messages of her telling vision

'you' were getting suspicious, of course you already knew she was cheating but you couldn't bring yourself to think that a beautiful kind

lady like her that you fell in love with would just throw it away, you walked outside to the balcony and sat, you lifted up a flower pot, you

picked up and old blunt you had been keeping there just incase of the worse, you took the blunt between your two fingers and raised it to

your mouth, you covered the tip and stroked your lighter, you felt the weed course to your brain and watched as the smoke arise

disappearing, your mind going dumb and your skin pale, before you knew it the weed had really gotten to you, you were seeing double,

the blunt was very close to your finger, you put it out on your flower and walked back inside, you already knew you had to break up with

her, but doing it face to face would hurt to much, so you sent her a voicemail, you had to stop yourself from tears before ringing her

number "hey Wands listen, i don't think were working out, please don't lie to me because i know you have been seeing vision, he's

better for you, if it takes as much as lying to me and going behind my back to love him, he must be great, this is my last goodbye before

cutting off all contact, your still so beautiful and kind and i hope he loves you better than i did, i-i i love you Wanda and i will never stop"

beep you stopped the voicemail, wiping your eyes and catching and uber to a hotel, you crashed there for the night, when you woke up

you checked your phone, 14 missed calls, 7 voice mails, and 26 messages from Wanda

you knew she was trying to apologize and get you back

but you can't win somebody back that you've already lost.

[bendycxmet]

You can run with this idea however you’d like I just needed to get this thought out there and share it… Yknow how Vash’s earring connects to his pen and he can hear through it. What if he hears more than he bargained for with the reader.

thank you so much for this omg i had so many thoughts for the rest of the day when i read this. anyway, enjoy!

tw: nsfw 18+ MDNI, masturbation, accidental voyeurism

Do You Copy?

Vash sits quietly at the inn desk, the dingy metal lamp on the corner the only thing providing him warm light as his nimble, quick fingers quickly clean his gun. He sits with his leg crossed over on his other knee, his eyes flitting between you and the silver piece in his hands. You’ve been pacing around the room, gesticulating and voicing your dismay to the plan he had just told you. About five minutes ago. 

Vash finally swipes his gun clean with a piece of cloth, popping the barrel out to load his gun with bullets he may or may not even use in the first place. You stop your verbal train of thought, tapping your foot until he looks back up at you. “May I say something?” he inquiries gently. You huff, tilting your head, waiting for whatever response that you will undoubtedly disagree with. 

“I will be in and out before you can even say my full name.” That forces a laugh out of you. Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III. Say that five times.

“Ok, I see that you have made your decision, but because that decision is incredibly dumb, I am choosing to ignore it.” you cross your arms, turning your nose up at him and hoping that will change his mind. Not a chance, of course. Vash will always place your safety above his own. 

He slowly approaches you, uncrossing your arms and holding your hands in each of his own, warm and cold to the touch. “I promise you I will be back in time to share those donuts with you in the morning. I’ll even bring the paper so we can read those silly comics you like.” Your heart warms. He really remembers all the little details about you. “I will be safe, just for you.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek to protest the oncoming smile. “Fine. You better keep this promise Vash the Stampede. Pinky promise me?” Your smile slips through at his teasing groan. 

His pinky intertwines with yours. “I promise. But you know I hate when you call me by my full name!” 

—

You sit cross-legged on the dusty bed, worrying your lip between your teeth. It’s bloody at this point. The clock in the corner of the room reads close to 1am. He’s been gone for four hours. Too long in your book. 

You begin to feel the anxiety eat away at your nerves, fraying the ends. Throwing yourself back on the bed, you growl into your hands. You need a distraction. A sudden thought strikes you. A rather…unpure one. 

It’s been a while since the last time you were able to touch yourself. Traveling with Vash, the man who has your heart constantly in his hands, although oblivious to that fact, prevents you from relieving any sexual tension you feel. Especially when everything he does gets you hot beneath the collar. His figure not quite so hidden beneath his coat, his thighs that jut out when you two are running from imminent danger, the natural smell of him when you two cozy up on cold desert nights, the quickness in how he handled his gun earlier…

With enough fantasies now running through your mind, you shuck off the clothes that are now beginning to warm you up too quickly, sneaking a hand downward. You imagine how those gloved hands would touch you, guide you, slowing you down when you would hasten your movements as you near your climax, Vash’s face near your ear whispering sweet nothings. You begin to move your hand, rubbing yourself slowly, wanting to enjoy your alone time.

That’s right angel, just like that. Always so perfect for me. You keen as your imagination takes the fantasy in full swing now. As your fingers increase the pressure right up against your most sensitive spots, you swear the warmth of your hand turns into a metallic cold, your slick making the glide much easier as your pace picks up. You remember it is late, and that the other patrons in the hotel must be fast asleep. Searching for something to bite into to muffle your noises, you spot the pen Vash lent you. You clamp your teeth around the metal shaft, your fingers picking their pace back up as you have a fleeting thought that the pen trapped between your lips is instead one of Vash’s prosthetic fingers, prodding your mouth open so he can hear you.

—

The hallways are shrouded in darkness, two guards standing off to the side of a solo door down at the hall. Vash peers from around the corner, mapping his route. He feels bad for leaving you alone for so long on such a beautiful night. The outlaw he thwarted earlier in the week had more help than he imagined. Plus a network of tunnels connected to his hideout. 

He takes a silent, deep inhale, steel-toed boot shifting slightly, ready to round the corner until a breathy sound makes its way into his ear. 

“Vash-!” he stills, not quite believing what he’s hearing. No one else is behind him. He made sure to knock them out until morning. No, this voice was familiar. One he held close to his heart, away from the world, if only slightly muffled. Panting moans filter into his ear, interrupted by whimpers. His blood roars in his ears. Are you hurt? Did someone close to the outlaw find you?

“Yes, please right there my angel~”

All his worries are extinguished once he hears the nickname you give him. His blood now rushes down south, wetness pooling in his boxers. He fidgets, peaking back around the corner to ensure the guards weren’t alerted to the predicament he was now in. He really couldn’t go on like this, not when he’s finally hearing how you sound when you’re in the throes of pleasure. 

He spots a doorway behind him with no light coming through the bottom. He steps up to the wood, ear to the door to ensure no one is truly inside, anxious to step inside to pleasure himself along with you as your moans begin to hitch. He slips in, back to the door now, lock in place as his hand twitches at his belt. He should be a gentleman, take off his earring, and respect your privacy. He feels dirty, perverted. You two are just friends. He has told this lie to himself several times a day, not believing someone as smart and loving as you to fall in love with the catastrophe that is his entire being. As if hearing his inner monologue from miles away, your praises spew into his ear.

“Oh, Vash, you’re too good for me. So handsome, so pretty, all for me-”

He teeths off his right glove, shooting his warm hand into his pants. God, he hopes you can forgive him once he has to confess this moment to you, but he cannot deny himself any longer. Not when you’re talking to him as if he’s there with you, delivering you the pleasure you deserve for being so good for him. He bites his lip to stifle his withering whimpers.

“Hah- god keep going I’m almost there please please please,” you hiccup. Have you had these fantasies running through your mind when you two cuddle in the cold nights? During your long walks under the scorching desert suns? He didn’t take you to have such a filthy mind, especially one that constantly had him as a recurring actor in your fantasies. He grips himself harder at the thought, teeth digging harshly into his bottom lip.

Your hitched whimpers turn suddenly into sharper cries, then a satisfied moan of his name. That sound is the death of him. He turns sharply to bite at his coat collar, hoping it can quiet him as his release hits him, cum shooting inside his boxers, a sticky mess he now has to deal with for the rest of his mission. His eyes open up, hazy and glossed over as he slides down the door, catching his breath.

You had calmed your breathing and thundering heart rate just a few moments prior, now frozen in your place on the bed. Did you hear…whimpering…coming from the pen in your mouth? You spit the writing tool out of your mouth, now wet with your saliva. You recall the conversation you had with Vash earlier that day.

“Have you always had one pen on you? Why does this one look so elegant too? It’s the nicest pen I’ve ever seen.” He hums, chuckling as your fingers smooth over the metal, wishing you could touch his arm like that- he’s getting sidetracked.

“Lost tech, actually. Wanna see a neat trick? Press the button on the side.” Once you press your finger against the button, he greets you from across the room, only for the pen in your hand to echo him. “My earring is connected to it. For easy communication when we aren’t near each other. Consider it a gift!”

Your hand flies to your mouth. So he definitely just heard everything. You shut your eyes in embarrassment, but the pleasure that now simmers in your veins begs for you to take action–to say to hell with it. If he seemingly rubbed one out to you pleasuring yourself, he has to like you in some way. You take a deep inhale, pressing the button again. 

“You done there? You better hurry on back. I’m sure you could tell how…desperate I am to have you back now.” A loud yelp rings back, distant shouting ensuing right after.

“Um- I. Well got to go! See you soon!” comes Vash’s rushed reply before shots ring out.

You smirk to yourself. What a conversation this will be when he’s back. 

A/N: >:) :D >:) me when i get silly in the middle of smut. spot the lil marvel reference? anyway that hoop earring is *versatile* it will now be used for several things in future missions. thanks for reading!

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[auras-moonstone]

hiiiii!!! there aren’t enough jack imagines, so could you do and actress!reader x jack? just a cute fluff bc jack is suck a lover boy 💗 thanks!!!

happy birthday — jack champion

word count: 1,216

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n surprises her boyfriend, jack, on his 19th birthday party.

warnings: none, just fluff!

author's note: i meant to post this yesterday bc of jack's bd, but i wasn't able to finish it :( by the way, hope we get the mandatory pic with the 19 balloons.

JACK HAD ALWAYS LOVED CELEBRATING HIS BIRTHDAY, but this year his excitement had been on another level because there was a special someone he was looking forward to celebrate it with--his girlfriend of almost a year, Y/N. So, imagine how disappointed he was when she informed him she wasn't going to make it.

"Are you sure you can't do anything about it?" Jack asked hopeful as he facetimed his girlfriend, who was away in another country filming a movie.

"I'm sorry, love. I wish I could go, but you know how shootings are, I can't just bail." she pursed her lips at the disappointed expression painted on Jack's face.

Jack tried to put on his most convincing smile and nodded. "Yeah, I know. It's not your fault, I just miss you."

"Me, too, J. So much." she swallowed the lump that began forming on her throat. Seeing his puppy brown eyes turn glossy was heartbreaking, and the weight of the guilt was crushing her. "Maybe we can facetime when you blow the candles?"

"Of course, babe." he smiled weakly. "I'm sorry for being like this. I know you don't have a choice, and I hate seeing how the guilt is eating you. I promise I'm not mad, and I know that if you could, you would be taking the first flight back home to me. I love you."

"You're allowed to feel sad, J. Don't apologize." Y/N checked the time and let out a curse. It was almost 1AM, and she was going to be late. "Sorry, babe, I've got to go. Have fun, okay? I love you. Happy birthday."

When they hung up, Y/N grabbed her suitcase and left the place she had been staying at while she filmed the movie. Once she arrived to the airport and did the check-in, she texted Jack's mom.

hii, i'm about to board the plane! how's jack?

not going to lie, he's crushed but he'll love the surprise, don't worry❤️

i hate lying to him :( but you're right. i'll see you in a couple of hours!

JACK’S FRIENDS DRAGGED HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE FOR A WALK AS HIS FAMILY SET EVERYTHING FOR THE BIRTHDAY PARTY. For someone who loved his birthday, he was looking gloomy and not thrilled at all to go on with the party. His friends were tempted to spoil the surprise, just to get the sad frown off Jack’s face, but they knew that his blue mood was going to go away in a couple of minutes.

“Man, you’re going to spend so much birthdays together. And even though Y/N’s not here physically, she’s still going to make sure she’ll be there celebrating with you, even if it's through a phone.” one of his friend bumped him in the shoulder.

“No, I know. It’s not just because it’s my birthday, it’s because I haven’t seen her in a while and I was hoping this could be the excuse we needed to see each other.” his gaze was focused on the broken cobblestones.

“We get it, we do. But you know better than any of us how the industry works.”

He did. He really understood that the situation was beyond Y/N’s hands. She couldn’t abandon set just because her boyfriend was celebrating his birthday. But still, it didn’t make him miss her any less.

When Jack and his friends entered his house again, his mood lifted up a little. Even though his special girl wasn't there, his family and friends came to spend his day with him and that warmed his heart.

“This looks amazing! Thank you.” he said in a cheerful voice as he looked around. The living room was decorated with colourful balloons and confetti thrown on ground. Glued to the wall, there were garlands that read ‘Happy Birthday’ and golden balloons with the number 1 and 9. “I’m going to take a picture for Y/N/N.”

“There’s one more surprise.” his mother exclaimed excited.

Jack frowned but before he could say anything, two hands were covering his eyes from behind him. The tall boy stiffened, he couldn’t see the person but their scent was one he knew all too well. His heart threatened to leap out of his chest as the voice whispered in his ear, “Surprise, birthday boy”

He turned around and quickly lifted her up in his arms, crushing her into a tight hug. “You’re here!” he exclaimed in shock. Y/N gave him a 'I'm right here' smile and then laughed.

“Of course I’m here! I was never going to miss my boyfriend’s birthday.” she said against his neck.

“It never even crossed my mind that you might have been lying.” he laughed in disbelief.

“Well, I hope not. I act for a living, remember?” Y/N said teasingly. Her heart almost exploded at the way Jack was looking at her—sparkling eyes clouded by adoration.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” Jack showed her the smile she adored and had missed so much. He didn't care that his family's eyes were on them, he grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her into a kiss. “Did you always know you were coming or was it recent?”

“Babe, I would’ve never missed your birthday. I told the directors I was coming here weeks ago. We made sure to film the majority of my scenes so that these days they could focus on the ones I wasn’t in.” she explained.

“That’s why you have been so exhausted the past days, you were working your ass off so that you would be able to come and see me?” Jack swore he was about to cry at the revelation.

“And I would do it again.” she said in a confident tone. The way Jack���s face lit up when he saw her? She would do anything to keep him looking at her that way. “Anyways, enough about my very romantic gesture.” she joked. “Let’s celebrate your birthday.”

IT WAS ALMOST ELEVEN WHEN Y/N AND JACK WERE FINALLY SETTLED INTO THE BED. The girl was trying her best not to fall asleep, while the boy had energy to spare. He was just too happy that tiredness didn’t creep into his body. He was still on cloud nine from his amazing day.

“Thank you for being here. I had the best birthday ever.” Jack smiled widely, resting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m glad, love.” she said with eyes closed as she started playing with his hair, making him sigh contently. “By the way, I’m sorry for making you feel sad when I told you I wouldn’t make it. I hate lying to you and seeing you disappointed was heart wrenching, and I’m truly sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, babe. Your intentions were good. Besides, it was totally worth it.” Jack assured her. “I get to end my day with you, and tomorrow I’ll wake up next to you. I’m living my best life.”

Y/N smiled at his sweet words and bent her head down to press a kiss to his nose. “I love you so much.”

He raised his head and press a kiss to her soft lips. “But I love you more."

"Mmm no, this month I win the battle." she laughed.

Jack grinned like a love-sick puppy, still not believing what she had done for him. "True."

[moeyynorris]

Do You Wish That You Loved Me?

Let’s Make Trouble In the Dream World - Part 4

Max Verstappen x F!Reader, Charles Leclerc x F!Reader

Warnings: angst (related to unrequainted love and break up), arguing, Google translated Dutch, emotions related to a break up/being abandoned. Oh, and this is horribly edited, so I apologize.

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You tapped the key card against the metal block on the hotel room door and waited for the light to flash green. It was just after 1am, but your mind was on overdrive. You just hoped that Max was asleep, and that you wouldn’t have to discuss your decision to end what little was left of your relationship until morning.

As you opened the door, the bedside lamp flicked on. Your heart sank and every muscle filled with dread.

Shit.

“Oh, hi mijn schat. I’m glad you’re back.” Your stomach sank at his tone. He almost sounded like he did when the two of you first started dating. His voice was honest, a little groggy, but confident. “I was wondering when you would come back to me.” His lips curled into a grin as he slowly slid out from under the covers.

“Yeah, I know it’s late. But, I just took my time. I figured you would be asleep by the time I got back either way.” You gestured to the bed, clutching your phone in your free hand.

“I tried, but it was so lonely here. And I wanted to make sure you were back safe. Now, here you are.” He reached his arms out and wrapped them around you. His grip was tight, almost possessive as he pulled you against his chest. And, for some reason, you just melted into him. Was this what you were planning? Not even close.

Max pulled away a bit, peering down at you with hooded eyes. “Come lay with me, schatje. Tomorrow—uh—today will be a busy day.” The back of Max’s hand travelled slowly down your cheek. Then, he reached for your hand and pulled you to the bed.

“Max, give me a few minutes. I need to change and get ready for bed.” Your voice was stern, which made you wince. Why was it bothering you now to be harsh? He was never like this anymore. Something was up, or maybe it was just his excitement for the race?

Max nodded as he let go of you. “I’ll wait for you, then.”

You turned for the bathroom and closed the door almost all the way. Your eyes met your reflection in the mirror, and you stared for a moment, before sighing. A part of you now thought leaving Max was going to be harder than you originally believed. Sure, you weren’t in love him anymore, but he seemed to be more attentive in the last few minutes than he had been in months.

You shook your head. No. This wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to be distant and make you feel ignored and inferior, then just come snuggling back up to you. That’s not the game you were going to play.

You started brushing your teeth as your mind faded back to just over an hour ago. The feeling of Charles’ lips on yours forced your eyes to flutter close. He was so warm, so soft, so wanting. The way you felt so natural in his grasp was enough to make your body all hot again.

Your eyes shot open as a bare chest pressed against your back. You had almost forgotten Max was there with you while your mind was dwelling on Charles.

Darkened blue eyes captured you in the mirror. Max wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back even firmer against him. You quickly finished brushing your teeth and turned to him.

“Um, can I help you?” You barked. Luckily, it came out sounding a bit sarcastic.

“What? Am I not allowed to hold my girlfriend after she gave yet another performance of the year? What’s so wrong with that?” His lips quickly found the nape of your neck and began sprinkling kisses there.

You tried your hardest to relax. You let out a long breath, focusing on the sensation, the warmth of his touch. But, there was no warmth. You felt absolutely nothing.

Suddenly, you mind shifted to Charles, the way you felt under his touch. The soothing warmth from his lips on yours, and his lightly calloused hands finding their natural places.

Natural. That was it. This didn’t feel natural anymore.

And it had to stop.

You pulled back, pressing the small of your back into the bathroom counter behind you. Max tried to follow you, but you put your hands between the two of you. He pulled back, sensing your intention.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” His eyes widened in confusion as he studied your face. You shook your head.

“Max, this feels wrong!” You blurted. You voice came out louder than you intended, but you didn’t care.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He reached a hand out that you didn’t take.

“What do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?” You squeezed your eyes closed, letting out a huff. “We haven’t been, I dunno, our normal selves in a while. I mean, not like what we were before. You’ve been, well—“ You paused, trying to find the right word. “Neglecting me. You know, emotionally.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. You were trying not to be mean; there was no reason to do that. But, you needed to be honest.

“Neglecting? Y/N, I—“

“Max, this doesn’t feel natural anymore,” you confessed. His face hardened a little as he processed your words.

Max’s face hardened. “You don’t love me anymore, do you?” His tone was low, blunt, almost a snarl. He was hurt, you could see that. A part of you felt guilty for it, but it wasn’t fair to drag this on.

You shook your head. “No, Max. Not the way I used to.”

“What do you mean by that?” He took another step back, a disgusted frown on his face.

“I-I love you, like I care about your wellbeing. But, I’m not in love with you anymore, Max. I’m sorry—“

“Get out,” Max spat. His whole body tensed. His lip snarled as he stared down at the ground, like he was trying not to have to look at you again.

“Max, I have nowhere to—“

“Get. Out!” He roared. You jumped, smacking your back against the counter. You winced, then tried to ignore the pain.

You glared up at him. “Max, where am I supposed to go—“

“I don’t care, Y/N. I don’t give a shit. Go find whoever you were smiling at in the crowd—“ Max’s eyes widened in realization. “I don’t care who it is. I know it’s someone else. Go find them. Maybe they’ll take you in. Either way, you’re on your own.”

Your lower jaw trembled at the thought of being on the streets of a foreign country by yourself. You knew his heart was broken. And sure, he was hurt. But that’s no reason to kick someone out in the middle of the night in a foreign country by themselves. You could sleep in the gathering room of the hotel suite, where he wouldn’t even see you…

“Max, I wasn’t—“ That was a lie. You were staring at someone else in the crowd. Hell, you kissed someone else before coming here. Maybe you deserved to be out on the streets.

No. He wasn’t the victim here. You were unhappy and treated you like a second thought. Was it wrong to kiss Charles before admitting anything to Max? Maybe, but that didn’t mean you deserved to be out on the streets in the middle of the night.

“Y/N, leave. I don’t want you here if you don’t love me.” His eyes were glassy, like he was holding back tears. You looked away.

“Fine. Just let me grab my stuff,” you deadpanned, a hint of anger behind your voice. He nodded, a scowl still clear across his face.

It only took you four minutes to fit everything you brought into your suitcase and walk out the hotel room door. There was no goodbye, not a word between the fight and your departure. But, none of that mattered. What happened needed to happen by morning. And, well, it was technically morning.

You peered down at your phone. Yeah, it was nearly 2:30 in the morning. And you had nowhere to go.

You stared down at your phone, realizing you had 9 text alerts, 3 missed calls, and a voicemail. Squinting, you pressed on the text button.

Charles Leclerc:

1:16pm: Hey, just making sure you got back ok. Maybe it is just taking you a while. Hope you are safe.

Charles Leclerc:

1:20am: Sorry to bother you again, but I just want to make sure you are safe.

There were a few more like that. Each one showing more and more concern for you. The phone call and voicemail were more of the same. But, there was something in Charles’ voice that warmed your heart. There was genuine worry there, a sincerity that you missed. No one had spoken to your like that in a long time.

You stared at your phone for another moment, studying the name of the man whose lips were mingling with yours just a few short hours before. Should you call him? Should you tell him that you were in the scenario you were in? You sucked in a breath. He would care. He does care.

You held your phone to your ear as it began to ring. A soft yet sharp voice answered you after just two rings.

“Y/N?” Charles sounded wide awake.

“Charles—“ Before you could get anything out, you began to cry. No, you sobbed. Every emotion you had been either holding back or denying over the last few hours came rushing out at once. Your chest tightened, your jaw clenched, and your legs began to fail you.

“Y/N, what’s happening?!” Charles shouted. He wasn’t angry, but there was a heavy desperation in his voice. “Y/N, please talk to me.”

You sucked in a gasp, attempting to calm yourself down. Breathe in, then out.

After a few moments, you calmed yourself down enough to get some words out.

“I left Max, and he kicked me out.” Your voice shuddered as you struggled to explain. Charles was silent for a moment before answering.

“He kicked you out? Of the hotel?”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“Wait, so you are out on the street right now? Where are you?” You could hear him shuffling around, then the jingle of keys.

“I’m down the street from the hotel, next to a little market with a big blue sign.”

“I will be there in ten minutes. Don’t hang up. Just keep talking to me.” Your heart fluttered at the worry in his voice.

“About what?” You sucked in a breath.

“Anything. Just keep talking to me. I’m coming to get you.”

[aernx]

midnight musings. 심재윤 ⟡

gnre ✉️ jake x fmr . fluff . established relationship . warnings none . staying up late with jake ‹3 ꒰ wc 0.5k ꒱

“No way, he said that!?” you nod along his enthusiasm.

Forty four minutes past midnight yet the light in your room still remains in contrast with the dark, unlit neighborhood. The clock strikes twelve almost an hour ago yet instead of lingering sleep, lingering laughters hang across your bedroom walls.

You and Jake sat above your shared mattress, sitting cross legged against another. Your boyfriend listens attentively you unload to him the stories you got from your recent hangout with your girlfriends.

“Yeah I know right! And then did you know?”

“There’s more?!”

“Yeah! It turned out that he was cheating on her this whole time!”

“What?! No way??” You watch as his mouth went agape in shock, eyes widened as he did not suspect that outcome. His reaction triggered your laughter. Your eyes forming into crescents as you began lightly hitting his shoulder.

It didn’t take long for Jake to join your delight. Your laughter always triggers his and vice versa. It’s always been like that ever since you both started dating. Just seeing you happy makes him happy too. One minute has passed yet the both of you are still in the climax of your glee. At this point, you didn’t even know what you were laughing about.

After what feels like hours of laughing you both stop, noticing a sore feeling in your stomach due to extensive amounts of giggles and excitement. Jake takes a swift look to the clock hangs on the wall—noticing it’s past midnight before tapping your shoulders.

“As much as I want to hear more of those stories, I think we should sleep, baby. It’s almost 1am.” You quietly sulk at his words. “But there is still so much more!”

“Yeah I know, baby. I’m really curious of it too. So let’s continue tomorrow yeah? My princess needs her beauty sleep.” He smiles softly before cupping your cheeks in his hands.

You slightly pout at his response, leading him to chuckle at your current state. In his heart, Jake wants to explode due to the sight before him. How are you so cute?! He’s praying that you wouldn’t beg him to stay up a little later because he knew he would give in.

Fortunate for him you sighed before nodding, knowing that he was right and you both need to catch some sleep. “That’s my girl.” He pinches you cheek playfully before opening the duvet, allowing you and him to slip inside.

Once you’re both settled beneath the comfort of the warm blanket, Jake pulls you into his embrace, settling his chin on the crown of your head and his arms surrounding your waist.

The clock strikes to 1 and sleep washes the two of you over, silently basking on each other’s presence with bodies intwined.

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[xkaidaxxxx]

JJK Gojo and Nanami cheating on you.

Gojo

“ You need to go baby girl. She’ll be home soon.” Gojo said to the woman who was tangled with him underneath the sheets. “ will we be able to see each other this weekend?” She asked. You came home early from work an hour early. The woman straddled him. “ Yes beautiful. She’s having a girls trip with her friends. I can’t wait to devour you those 2 days. Non stop.” He replied. “ Baby I’m home” you said opening the door seeing them both naked. Seeing her straddling Gojo. The man who you’ve been dating for 3years. Who asked your hand in marriage 5 months ago. “ What are you doing home so early?” He asked nervously. The girl held the sheets and changed back into her clothes in the bathroom. “ How long you piece of shit?” You asked with anger. Your blood was boiling. He stayed silent. “ HOW LONG GOJO!!!” You yelled and tears slipped. “ A year” he replied. “ Baby I’m sorry. I love you. You’re the one I need. Don’t leave me.” He pleaded. Regretting his decision. “ I’m sorry.” The lady said grabbing her purse. “ Take him with you.” You spoke. Gojo cried. “ Don’t do this y/n.” His voice cracked. “Get out of my house. Grab your shit and get out!!” You yelled throwing the lamp at him. He didn’t dodge it. He deserved it. He let you hit him with all the things you threw at him. Once you got all the current anger out he was bleeding from his head and arms. “ Get out Gojo. Leave before I kill you.” You spoke sitting on the bed where he fucked another woman. Gojo started gathering his clothes placing them in boxes. He messed up and knew he lost all the happiness he had. “ I do love you. I’m sorry.” He apologized. You went to the spare room and cried scratching the wall harming your fingers, while he packed his things crying and filled with regret. Once he was ready he opened the door to the spare room. “I-I’m sorry y/n.” You cried staring at him. “Goodbye Gojo. I love you.” You replied turning away. “I love you too.” He left but had no intentions to stop loving you. He will get you back no matter how long it takes for you to forgive him.

Nanami

Nanami is a wonderful husband. You have been married for 6 years and have a 4year old kid. “ Mama when is dada home?” Baby sakura asked. 10 pm turned to 1am. You decided to put sakura asleep. She immediately slept. Too tired to wait for her father to come home. You heard the door open. Smiling he’s finally home. “Mhm fuck.” He said as a woman palmed his dick. “ you like that daddy?” She asked with a smirk on her face. Nanami nodded. You watched from the stairs. Shocked. You’re loving husband of 6 years cheating on you. “You’re so sexy baby. I’ll make you cum on my cock until you can’t take it anymore.” He spoke seductively. Spanking her ass. They made out. You can hear the moans and the way they kissed, sloppy. You saw them take their tops off.“ You’ll have to be very quiet otherwise I’ll punish that pretty pussy.” He said leaving hickeys on her neck. “ yes sir. I understand” she replied. The one thing she didn’t know is that he was married and had a child. You slow clapped appearing to them. Your heart ached. Tremendously. You felt sad and angry. “ What a show.” You said holding your tears back. Dominating your feelings. “Nanami?” The woman said putting her shirt on. Nanami came clean. “ This is my wife…y/n.” He spoke and saw his daughter at the end of the stairs. She looked over at the little girl. “ My daughter sakura.” “ dada you’re home!” She ran to him. He carried his daughter. Holding her tight. She’s a baby. She doesn’t know what’s going on. “ I’ll be going now. Nanami you’re a horrible man.” She said grabbing her coat and purse. Left in such betrayal. She loved him. “Sweetheart go back to bed. Wait for mommy and daddy. We have to talk and make warm milk to sleep.” You said. She giggled. Nanami set her down. She ran to her room. “ I’m sorry y/n.” He held your hand. You backed away letting him go. “We’ve been married for 6 years…I’ve been loving you all my life. You’re my other half and we were blessed with a wonderful little girl then this happens. How could you Nanami…how?” You said crying keeping your voice down. “I don’t know y/n. I’m sorry. I love you and our little girl.” He said. That night he slept on the couch while you and Sakura slept in the room. You both agreed to talk in the morning for the next steps to take.

[kimmiessimmies]

I want to talk a little bit about my inner critic...

...and hope someone can offer some advice...

My inner critic is an obnoxious, loud, and very convincing woman who never misses a chance to tell me how much I suck.

Yesterday, I was out with my kids all day, and she totally ruined my day. After my posts of the day went up, I occasionally checked Tumblr to see what was happening on those. From the comments, it soon became evident that what was clear to me in my mind, was not clear 'between the lines' in my story. So, I read back and agreed; without knowing more about what went before, information was missing. Now, I could have just taken that as a fact and move on. But that's where she comes in. And she won't let me do that. She uses this to tell me what a lousy writer I clearly am if I can't even make my main character's motivation for her actions clear.

She has been fueled by trolling anon from a few weeks ago and was now yelling at me that when my story isn't boring, it's superficial, rushed, and incomplete. And I needed to rectify this immediately if I wanted to be taken seriously again.

So, after I got home, sorted out dinner and put the kids to bed, I set out to do just that and as a result was up until 1am putting together the Sadie and Finn post I posted this morning. By the time I went to bed, I had been up for 18 hours straight (and at 6.30 am, I was awake again)

Now, don't get me wrong, I stand by that post, and in the end, I think it's a good and necessary addition to the running chapter, but the thing that drove me to write it and the sleep deprivation that came from it aren't healthy.

It also didn't shut her up. Because now she goes on about when you need to explain your character's actions, you're not writing them right.

I'm a bit of a mess... I know that... But any advice on how to shut up very harsh inner critics is very welcome.

P.s. This is not on anyone who commented on my posts. I *love* getting comments on my posts. It shows people are engaged in my story, and my characters evoke emotions. That warms my heart and helps me grow as a writer. Please never stop commenting and sharing your thoughts on my story. ❤️

[hotdilfs11]

People We Met In Supermarkets pt 3- Damon x Reader

✩Jade had some past secrets she's been keeping away from the Salvatores especially Damon. Ever since she met them she only told bits and pieces about herself, and it's so bad that they don't even know that Jades older than them. What secrets are she keeping and will it come out? Who or what is hiding?

✩parings:Girl name Jade x Damon

warnings:mention of stabbing/being casted away

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 As night fell, the Salvatore house was surprisingly peaceful and quiet. No talking or arguing it was just dead silence however, I could hear Elena human heart pumping with blood but other than that nothing. Stefan was with Elena in his room and Damon and I were in our own separate rooms. I think he’s giving me space because he would've been all over me the minute we got home and I wish he was. Even though we’ve been apart for at least four hours I still wanted to march in his room and coddle him. I never wanted to be away from him and I always wished I met him before Elijah and Klaus but it's in the past and this is now. Anyway at 1AM I nuzzled into my soft white pillow as the sense of comfort swarmed over me. My eyes fluttered shut as the sounds of the outsider world and its problems faded away.

Jades subconsciousness

 As I entered this dream state a feeling of warmth flooded my body. I was in this very old village-like house and then I remembered it was my family's old house. I saw my beautiful mother walk up to me and she cupped my face giving me a heartfelt smile. I rested my face on her warm and soft hands as I started to look around;remembering every memory I made in this very house. The rest of my family surrounded me with love and care as they looked down at me, admiring my every feature. I was home and I’ve missed this feeling so much and I would do anything to go back to this  feeling. However, that faded away as I fell into this gaping black void that filled the brown creaking floor. I fell and ended up in the middle of the dark eerie forest right outside my house surrounded by a bunch of tall men. They were all hovering over me, beating me into a pulp as blood started rushing out my mouth and then when I least suspected a fiery burn feeling ripped into the side of my abdomen as blood gushed out of it. I cupped the side of my stomach trying to keep myself together; crying out in agony while they just watched me bleed out and suffer. I  was waiting for someone to come. Damon, Stefan, Elijah, and  even fucking Klaus, while in pain and I just needed someone to be by my side but no was there as I bled out on the fucking floor dying slowly. 

Damon's pov-

I was in my bed enjoying the quiet in this house that no one ever gets because we never get a break. There's always a vampire doing this and another mysterious creature doing that but tonight that's not the case and I’m grateful for that. I wanted to go into Jade's room and be all over her like I usually am but I can’t even though I crave her deeply. I want to be with her all the time but I didn’t want to coddle her tonight after the emotional day she had. I was thinking about going into her room until I heard a scream echo through the house. It wasn’t too loud but it was loud enough for me to hear. I stepped out of bed and slowly walked towards my door trying to see if it was Jade. I stopped in front of my closed door trying to concentrate on the silent screams coming to Jade's room. 

“Please help, NO!” Jade quietly shrieked.

My eyes widened as I swiftly opened the door quickly ran into her room seeing her fidgeting and talking in her sleep; trying to get out of her insufferable nightmare. “ELIJAH PLEASE, DAMON…help me” she wailed as I walked up to her bed, trying to shake back into reality however she’s not waking up.

I started rapidly tapping her cheeks “hey, hey, Jade wake up”

She started to wake up slowly. Her eyes widened when she saw me as tears flooded her eyes; she started to look around the room in terror, confused about what's going on. Jade sat up and started to move away from me;thinking I was someone else.

I sat down on her bed inching towards her as I softly said  “no…its me, hi”

Jade Pov

I woke up in absolute terror. Everything was a blur and I felt drowsy when I felt the bed sink beside me. I noticed a man was tapping my cheeks trying to wake me up but I didn’t know who he was or how he got in my room. I moved away from him as I was still in a dream-like state but then I started to make out his voice a lot more and realized it was Damon.

I squinted my eyes in confusion “Damon?” I said as a tear escaped my eye. I didn’t even realize I was crying until everything around me came to life.

“Yes baby it's me.” he said quietly as he cupped both of my cheeks with his strong, soft, pale hands.

I lunged into his arms and wrapped my arms around his rippled back feeling his semi warm body against my cold skin. His arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me into him; feeling his hard, broad chest against mine. His comforting scent hit me rapidly as I took in his sweet and husky scent. I felt one of his arms go in my  hair trying to  bring me in closer to him. 

“Stay here with me please” I whispered

He moved away from me and looked at me with a sincere look “of course”

I moved to the other side of the bed while Damon crawled under the soft, cotton sheets with me. Our bodies collided together as I laid my head softly on his firm chest. His arms wrapped around my waist like chains, pulling me closer into his firm body. Our legs tangled together as I started to nuzzle my face into his neck taking in his sweet aroma.

I sighed in relief “thank you Damon”

“No problem” he whispered. He kissed my forehead as I drifted sweetly back into my dream state.

I woke up in the afternoon with Damon gone from my bed. I was too lazy to go to school so I just stayed in bed looking at my off-white ceiling in silence. However, that all came  to a halt when I heard a slight commotion downstairs in the living room. It was between Stefan, Elena, Damon, and a familiar voice.

“You have my word” the familiar voice said in a familiar accent

I sat up from my bed and frowned by those four singular words. I started to walk towards the door trying to hear what else he was saying and I did. My eyes widened in rage as I slowly crept downstairs; entering the living room. Elena noticed me and she slightly smiled and said “Hey Jade this is-”

I deeply exhaled“Elijah?” as I slowly walked into the living room.

He turned around in a swift motion and we were face to face “Hi Jade” he said breathlessly. 

It was silent for a minute until Damon cut the tension in half  “whats going on?”

I looked at Elijah while channeling all of my rage as I started casting a spell on him. I kept looking at him with deep raw emotion until a sharp piercing sound started to flood his head. I started to make all of the vessels in his head burst rapidly as I watched him suffer. Elijah went down on the ground, touching the temple of his head as he screamed in agony. A tear fell down my cheek while the adrenaline and my magic flooded through my whole body like rushing water.

“Please…please… make her stop '' He said as he fell helplessly on the ground. 

Stefan started rushing towards me “Jade listen to me stop this we need him…please” he anxiously said however I didn’t care about the people around me, I was only focused on Elijah and killing him. So I didn’t listen to Stefan not a bit. I was still fixated on Elijah Mikaelson until I felt Stefan grab my shoulder. I looked at him in anger and hurled him into the wall. He bashed his head and fell unconscious. Elena ran towards him screaming in disbelief.

“Jade please, we can talk about this, '' Damon softly said as he inched closer and closer to me, however he was more careful when he approached me. “Look at me Jade”

I looked at him as tears escaped my eyes and then I broke the spell, just like that but I knew it wasn't over. I still wanted some type of revenge. 

Elijah sighed in relief as he started to get up off the floor slowly; wiping his suit clean. He looked at me in a deceiving look and I looked at him. We glared at each other for a while until he said “Nice to see you to Jade” 

I scoffed and crossed my arms “fuck off Elijah I should’ve killed both of you when I had the chance”

“But you didn't because why? Oh yes you loved my brother and I didn’t you” He said being petty and childish.

I looked at Damon as guilt flooded my mind. Damon made sobbing eye contact with me; looking disappointed and a bit jealous. I looked at Damon for a second until I looked away back to Elijah.

I rolled my eyes in rage “nope I didn’t and I did tell you that up front did I not Elijah…I don’t even know why I’m arguing with you why the hell are you here”

He started walking towards me “Klaus is in town for Elena to complete the moonstone ritual and I want to kill him”

I scornfully laughed “I heard that same lie before you’ll never kill him even if you want to” 

“I guess we’ll see”

“Yeah we will,” I said as I walked back upstairs with Damons footsteps right behind me.

I started to quicken my pace until I entered my room trying to process the fact that I haven’t seen Elijah since the twenties after a bad argument with both of them. I heard Damon hesitantly walk  into my room and I was scared to face him. I saw how hurt he was when I was downstairs and I didn't even know what to tell him. 

He entered my room and stopped in the middle of my room. “Why didn’t you tell me Jade,” he said in frustration.

I  turned slowly towards him, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know Damon.” I sighed

He scoffed “you loved them both…right?” it was silent until he said “you know what happened with Katherine she did the same exact thing.”

I looked up at him, seeing his saddened eyes. “I was scared…”

“Of what?...of me?” he questioned

I scoffed at him “fuck it… I love you Damon and I was scared to tell you Damon because that's exactly how I lost Elijah and  I don’t want to lose you either.” He looked at me, unable to say anything. He just looked at me as his body stiffened. “Damon, when I first  met you in that bar I just knew right away, but I never said anything because I wasn’t ready and I was scared as hell  to tell you. For decades upon decades it just got harder and harder and I’m so sorr-” 

As I was talking Damon looked at me and ran into me as our lips collided together. His body felt hot and tense against mine while his hands searched my whole body, making its way to my waist as his rough hands tightened its grip. He started pulling me into him; feeling his firm chest against mine. My whole body was shaking as lust took over the both of us. We were both craving each other and you could spot that from a mile away. His lips were soft and delicate however it grew hungry and sloppy the longer we explored each other's lips. Damon hand started to go up my body and wrapped softly around the side of my neck as he slightly put pressure on my neck, he was still trying to pull me closer into him. A soft moan escaped from my mouth as my hands started to tangle in his hair. I started to pull on his hair and grip the back of his neck while I grew hungry for more of him. He groaned a bit when he tried to catch his breath but I didn’t want him to. My heart started to pump more and my cheeks were hot. We wouldn’t let go of each other until I pulled away from him slowly. We were both breathless and Damons face was red hot as I looked into his icy blue eyes. I could feel Damons breath caress my skin as he inched close to my ear. His lips swept against my ear as he whispered “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” He faced me as we made eye contact. My heart started to race again and I got butterflies in my stomach as he said the words I was looking for. “I love you so much”

[sofiiel]

My mind is putting Eddie through it again....

Warnings: unhappy ending, ending left open. Angst with open interpretation of origin. Not proof read and written from bed at 1am lol probably shit.

This was probably stupid, he was probably going to catch very cold and bug in the book.

"but what the fuck else am I going to do?"

Eddie's standing in the driveway, drenched in torrential rain. Bangs hanging over his eyes dripping like melting ice cicles.

His body quaked as the cold sank through his flannel shirt. What a day to abandon his jacket.

In on hand a bouquet of flowers drooped drowned and beaten by the relentless rain. Petals weeping to the ground at Eddie's feet. The paper of the chocolate box was soaked right through still he gripped both items desperately.

His eyes frantically checking the door and windows to your home.

It'd been more than an hour, you'd had to hear him.

Eddie's chest hurt, he didn't think he'd fucked up so badly. Unanswered phone calls, the silent treatment, avoiding him - sure that was bad.

But what he witnessed on the way to the record store this morning. Someone else stealing your smiles, someone else drinking in your laughter.

Someone else taking your hand and pressing their lips to skin he'd imprinted his heart upon.

It was like looking at the drop before being shoved off a cliff.

"don't be mad enough to let me go." Eddie murmured.

"I know your home, babe, all the lights are on!" He shouted.

"I'm not going to leave!"

Still no answer.

He wants to hyperventilate, warm water collecting in his eyes. Needing that front door to open. To crumple in your arms and grovel if he had to.

He could feel it in every inch of his body, if he'd lose you know the music in him would die.

He needed music like air, but what good is air if you don't have lungs?

Eddie takes a hopeless look at the tree in your yard, it was your family home, that tree held you height logs from when you were small. It also held a shitty little carving with your initials next to his within a figure eight.

He set down the flowers and chocolate down on the ground and slipped his spare acoustic around his body. It was probably ruined by now. He voice was hoarse from calling out to you but it was the last idea he had.

Eddie's stiff chilled fingers combat the numbness to play the one song that he knew you loved the most. On that'd felt like a love letter between you.

And he play it until the sunset or his strings gave out. He'd force his vocal cords through the lyrics until his voice was gone. Because this morning it'd felt and looked like you'd flown away from him, he needed to call you back home.

To earn back your smiles, your laughter and the touch of your hand.

What Eddie didn't know?

He would play through the night, he would watch the flowers lose their fight and the chocolate box crumble and tear.

He'd fall asleep on the stoop to your home, and wake to the sight of you returning in someone else's car, cradling someone else's flowers, kept warm under someone else's arm.

And the only words he'd have left to say would be trapped behind a lost voice.

But as he stated at you as if your were the only thing in the world around him, eddie's eyes would scream for him.

"I'm sorry and I love you this much."

[angstyaches]

please please please soft n domestic sharlie where they’re both feeling really icky. they’re doing their best to work together and deal with it, but it really sucks and charlie calls his mum for advice?

Part One | Part Two

CW: stomach bug, fever, nausea, vomiting, anxiety, headache, light sensitivity, near-fainting, brief mentions of demonic possession and visions, food, disordered eating, sickies both worried about each other.

Word Count: 4,892

Sorry for any typos/editing fuck-ups, and also for the possibly abrupt endling? I've been agonising over this for so long and right now it's 1am and I'm soooo sleepy.

___

A gurgling sound broke the stillness, and even though Charlie was asleep and – hopefully – unaware of any bodily distress, Shayne swept his hand forward, through the fabric of his boyfriend’s pyjamas, and stroked his stomach.

He was half-asleep himself, exhaustion weighing on his head and his chest while he struggled to stay conscious. Charlie was sleeping now, yes, but sleep could be disrupted by so many things, with vomiting bouts and horrific nightmares being the two main causes for concern right now. 

He was barely aware that he’d let out a groan – out loud, loudly – until he felt Charlie tense, and then stir. 

“Sorry," Shayne murmured. "Are you okay?” 

Charlie suddenly rolled over to face him. His breath was minty from when he’d brushed his teeth a few hours ago, after his most recent appointment with the toilet bowl. His eyelids were barely open, but he was doing his best to peer at Shayne’s face in the dark. 

“Are you okay?” Shayne whispered again. “I-I didn’t know you were awake. Did you have a bad dream, or –” 

“No,” Charlie breathed. “Can I just check...?”  

Before Shayne could ask what he wanted to check, Charlie brushed Shayne’s curls back from his forehead and held his head in place – and then tipped their foreheads together.

Charlie’s skin felt clammy, but not as noticeably so as earlier, which had to be a good thing. Charlie held them both in that position for a long moment. Too long.  

Long enough that Shayne started feeling squirmy. 

“What are you doing?”  

“Are you sick?” Charlie asked. 

“What? No?” 

“You’re as hot as I am.” 

Shayne scoffed. “I’m... Charlie, I’m not sure that’s scientific –” 

“Are you feeling okay?” 

Fuck. Shayne had never managed to build up an immunity to that question. Especially not when Charlie asked it. Especially not when he asked in that painfully gentle voice. It made Shayne’s breath catch in his throat. It made his heart stop. It made him do something that he almost hated more than asking anyone for help; think about himself. 

So, for Charlie and for no other reason, he checked on himself. And the conclusion was that he felt like shit. But when didn’t he feel like shit?  

It was stress! He knew that. He was worried about Charlie – about his bug, and about his dreams, and about his general mental state. Worry made him stiff, and nauseous, and tired. There was nothing unusual about that. He was just stressed.  

Just tired. 

“Tired,” he whispered, forgetting to add the just. 

Charlie was still holding his hand against Shayne’s head, only now he was gently fondling his hair. When he shifted his head back, his blue, fever-glazed eyes had said, I don’t believe you, but okay. “Roll over. My turn to spoon you.” 

“I can’t rub your stomach then,” Shayne said, noticing how it sounded more like a threat than a fact. 

“I know, but you’re warm. You’ll be my hot water bottle.” Charlie pressed his hands into Shayne’s side, barely pushing him, but making his point. “Roll.” 

Shayne grumbled slightly at having to move, but if Charlie wanted him to turn over, then he’d do as he was asked.  

He might as well have not bothered. 

Throughout the rest of the night, Charlie tossed from his back to his side and back to his other side, until Shayne almost lost track of where in the bed his boyfriend actually was. His nerves started to grate in the early morning, as Charlie hoisted himself into yet another new position, and Shayne was about to snap and tell him to settle the fuck down, but luckily, Charlie spoke first and beat him to it. 

“You awake?” 

“Yes.” 

“Wanna go chill on the couch instead?” Charlie groaned. “I’m getting restless.” 

Oh, you think? Shayne didn’t particularly want to move, but he wanted to do what Charlie wanted. He grunted and nodded. 

Charlie seemed to remember that he’d been in the same pyjamas ever since he’d first thrown up, so he changed into a set of cream-coloured loungewear that Ingrid had gifted him at Christmas. It’d shrunk a little during its first wash-and-dry, so the ankle- and wrist-cuffs were a little high, but Charlie seemed content enough. He let out a constant stream of groans and whimpers of discomfort as he went about changing. 

Shayne moved slowly, his joints growing more rigid as he left the warmth of the bed. As soon as he was up, Charlie scooped the duvet up and carried it like he was a pale, sickly fireman. Shayne grabbed an extra hoodie and half-heartedly pulled it on as he followed Charlie downstairs. 

“I’m actually kind of hungry,” Charlie admitted in the hallway.  

It took Shayne a second to register that. Food just hadn’t crossed his mind since Charlie had started puking his life away. “Do... you want me to get you something?” 

“No, I’ll get it myself.” 

Before Shayne could protest, Charlie handed over the bulky duvet to him. “You go get the place comfy. I’ll follow you in a minute. And get warm, okay?” 

It was only then that Shayne noticed that he was shaking, hard enough for Charlie to have noticed, too. His jaw ached from the force of keeping his teeth from rattling, and some of that same tension was creeping down into his shoulders.  

As Charlie took his detour through the kitchen, Shayne tossed the blanket across the couch and fired up the radiators in the front sitting room. He stayed crouched next to one of them, holding his hand against it until he thought he could feel it start to warm up. He realised he was spacing out when the top of his head touched the radiator and snapped him back to life. 

He got up and shut the curtains on all sides of the room; the sun wasn’t quite up yet, but it would be soon, and the light might hurt Charlie’s head. The last thing he needed, on top of a stomach bug, was a migraine.  

The very idea of him having to deal with both made Shayne’s knees feel weak. Or maybe they’d already felt kind of weak to begin with... 

He glanced towards the sitting room door as Charlie appeared, bleary-eyed and messy-haired. He was carrying a plate that held two slices of toast that were so pale that he’d probably gotten impatient and popped them up before the toaster had finished. He also had a cup of water, which he was taking a sip from while he walked. 

“You okay?” he asked softly. 

Shayne swallowed the fluttering sensation in his throat. “Mmhmm. You?” 

Charlie put his glass on the coffee table and took a bite out of his toast. 

Since they had access to the TV now, Shayne expected Charlie to put on an episode of Friends, or something similar, but in the end, he ate his toast in silence. By the time he’d finished, Shayne had crawled in between the sofa and the duvet, and hummed – or was it a whimper? – when Charlie joined him. 

“Are you awake?” 

Shayne flinched.  

He wasn’t sure he’d been asleep at all, really, but rather drifting somewhere between a confusing dream and the reality in which he was feeling more and more like shit by the minute. His head throbbed, his stomach hurt like a bitch, and he just wished he could sleep. But he was also so cold that it felt like an ice demon had crawled over him, and that sensation alone was enough to keep him awake. 

Yes, unfortunately, he thought in his head. Then he remembered that Charlie wasn’t in his head. 

“Mm.” He hugged Charlie a little harder, hands closing over opposite sides of his waist, and turned his head to get a face full of soft, blonde hair that smelled like spring time. He felt Charlie lean into the embrace, too. 

His chest suddenly fluttered with anxiety. “Are you okay, love?” 

“Yep. No dreams. Not going to throw up,” Charlie whispered. Then, he pressed a quick kiss against Shayne’s cheek. The kiss felt like punctuation – a full-stop at the end of the soft, hazy quiet that had enveloped them both for so long.  

“I’m really sorry, lovely.” 

“Hmm?”  

Charlie began to shimmy across the couch, shaking out his part of the blanket to get his feet loose. “I am... way too hot. Holy shit.” 

The arms Shayne had been using to hold onto Charlie locked themselves around his own torso. He blinked his eyes open and almost outwardly whimpered at the cold that pressed in on him. It felt like the sun had just been shot down out of the sky in the middle of the afternoon, and his body was being consumed by freezing shadows.  

“Wh-what...?” 

“I can’t cuddle anymore.” 

Well, fuck. There was a sentence Shayne would never, in his life, have banked on hearing from Charlie’s lips. 

“But I’m so fucking cold.” Shayne hated to whine, but his brain wasn’t working properly, and these were desperate times. He hugged himself a bit harder. 

“Aw. Sweetheart,” Charlie lamented quietly.  

It was only about one metre of space that separated them now, but they might as well have been on opposite sides of the globe.  

“I’m just... too hot. I’m sorry.” Charlie sighed and stood up, raking his fingers through his hair. His cheeks did, admittedly, look flushed, which was better than sickly pale, at least. 

He took a step forward, moving with more conviction than he had in days, through the way he kept his shoulders slightly hunched and his knees too rigid gave away how stiff and achy he still was.  

“Is it okay if I just turn the radiators down?” 

For a second, Shayne genuinely thought he might cry. “Charlie, no. I’m begging you.” 

“I’m gonna pass out from the heat. Seriously.” 

“Charlie, I’m going to kill you.” 

“Just by one notch, okay?” 

Shayne pulled the blanket up as far as his eyes and stared miserably at Charlie as he moved across the room. He didn’t want Charlie to be uncomfortable. Obviously. It just sucked that it came at the price of worsening his own experience.  

“Fine.” 

Charlie crouched by the radiator, moving at a snail’s pace and groaning under his breath. He shoved his already-slightly-too-short sleeves up even further, so that the cream fabric was bunched up around his elbows. 

“How you feeling?” Shayne lowered the blanket slightly to ask. That horrible worry fluttered in his chest again, setting off a burning discomfort in the pit of his stomach. Charlie had been so, so sick, not to mention wracked with every emotion under the sun. And talking about some... worrying things –  

Charlie huffed in displeasure. “Boiling alive,” he declared, as though he hadn’t just mentioned that at least three times already. 

Shayne would have rolled his eyes if he didn’t think it would make him dizzy. “Besides that.” 

“Oh. Um,” Charlie sighed as he fidgeted with the knob. “I’m still feeling kind of bleugh. I'm so fed up of it, to be honest.” 

I’m sorry. I wish I could fix it faster. 

“How are you, lovely?” Charlie turned his head to look back at Shayne. “Are you doing okay?” 

Shayne swallowed. He didn’t need to assess himself this time – he knew what was going on, and the sickly feeling in his stomach was only confirming it – but he did stop to weigh up the pros and cons of telling Charlie the truth. 

“You hesitated.” Charlie sighed again. This time, his eyes were pinned on Shayne’s face, which, evidently, was giving away a lot more than his words were. “It’s happening, isn’t it?” 

Charlie – fuck, Shayne loved him so much – had never actually said the words out loud, that Shayne was sick now, too. The most he’d done was suggest that they had the same body temperature, and encourage him to take some sips of water from the same glass; no use worrying about sharing germs when the germs had already been shared. 

Shayne was sick. They both knew that. They just didn’t know how sick. 

Charlie was grimacing as he stood up from adjusting the radiator. He didn’t ask, out loud, if Shayne was finally feeling sick to his stomach, but his hand hovered near his own belly, as though in sympathy. 

Shayne shook his head in an attempt at defiance – ironically, too busy fighting a wave of nausea to actually say anything. 

Charlie nodded, not in understanding, but in acknowledgment of Shayne’s bullshit. “I’ll make you some tea. That usually helps you.” 

“D-don’t... don’t be stupid,” Shayne choked out. Tea. He hadn’t made Charlie any tea. He’d brought him water, and crackers, and ibuprofen for his head and fever when he’d asked for them, but... not tea. Guilt fogged up his eyes. “Charlie, sit back down. You’re sick.” 

“You’re sick. And you said you’re freezing, so I’m going to make you tea.” Charlie’s eyes, tired and sunken as they were, crinkled up at the corners with an easy smile as he started to move towards the hallway door. “I’m going through the kitchen anyway. I wanna go to the patio for some fresh air.” 

Shayne’s whole body shuddered at the idea. Even the air directly outside his blanket was too much. “You’re crazy.” 

“Well, then,” Charlie shrugged slowly, “you love a crazy person, so what does that say about you?” 

God fucking damn it, Shayne thought, drawing the blanket a little closer to himself. He’s fucking right. 

___ 

Charlie filled the kettle to halfway – maybe he’d have a cup of tea as well, if he managed to cool down – and put it on to boil. He flicked the button down with a bit of flair, tilting his hips as though there was music playing. Out of nowhere, he’d started feeling so much more active. Maybe all that resting had paid off, and now he could be productive. He started thinking about bringing his laptop into the sitting room to catch up on the slides from the lectures he’d missed while he was sick. That would save him a lot of stress next week. 

It was already much cooler than the sitting room, but he still craved that fresh air he’d promised himself.  

He sucked in a breath as he pushed open the patio door and let a gentle morning breeze drift over his face and neck. He took a couple of steps across the paved slabs. The cold creeping in through his socks barely registered. Birds were letting off calls through the forest, and the sound carried back and reverberated against the gable end of the house. The wind through the trees made the same sound as his breath made in his nose. 

He breathed in again. 

And then shuddered as he breathed out. 

The morning was overcast, but the sun was up there somewhere, attempting to burn through the clouds. The resulting white light was like a million tiny daggers forcing their way into Charlie’s eye sockets. 

His vision started to dissolve into dark spots. His knees didn’t just feel like they’d gone weak, they felt like they just... didn’t exist anymore. There had always been a low thrum of ickiness in his tummy, just a weakened echo of the pain and nausea from the previous few days, but now it sank its claws into his insides, dragging the weight of his organs towards his toes.  

His flash of confidence was whisked away like a rug from under his feet – and the ground itself felt like it was being ripped away, too. 

No, no, no. He absolutely did not want to faint out here. He couldn’t.  

And yet – 

Dark, dark, his vision was so dark, speckled with leaves and twigs and then with swirling shadows – 

Charlie stumbled forward on unsteady feet, unseeing, praying there was nothing sharp or hard for him to step on. His hands flailed in search of the wooden banister that looped around the edge of the patio. 

“Ah,” Charlie whispered out loud, triumphant. He sagged forward as his hands closed around the rain-dampened wood. He wondered if he’d have sagged even if he hadn’t found the banister with his hands. Would his head have found it, instead? He tried not to think too hard about that, because it made him feel woozy again. 

He dropped his weight against the banister, leaning into his torso so his legs could recover from their jelly-like state. Breathing deeply seemed to steady him a bit, but it also dried him out, from the tip of his tongue all way down into his lungs and belly. 

With each blink, thought, the ground came a little more into focus, and his head felt less like it was filled with bubble wrap being melted by a heat gun. He tried to pinpoint as many little details as he could, tethering himself to the scene as though he was returning to his body after a dissociative panic attack.  

“Oh, fuck, are you okay?” 

Charlie started. His neck was too stiff to lift his head as quickly as he wanted to, so Shayne was standing right next to him before he managed to look up. 

“Um, yeah...” Charlie was still wondering whether or not he should say something about the dizzy spell and almost passing out, when he realised: 

Shayne was now clutching the railing, too. He opened his mouth, like he was going to say something, but instead he leaned over the edge of the patio and retched over the side. 

Charlie heaved a shaky sigh. “There it is.” 

He had been deluding himself with the hope that the sickness wouldn’t hit Shayne’s stomach the way it had hit his. He looped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. He was shaking even harder than Charlie was. 

Shayne coughed deeply, his chest banging into the wooden railing, before he choked out a hoarse, and very displeased, “Fuck’s sake.” 

It tickled Charlie just a bit, that Shayne still had the capacity to be pissed off, even in the middle of vomiting. He wondered if he was pissed off at the bug for getting to him, or at his body for allowing the bug to get to him. Probably both. Or just existence in general. 

“Sorry.” Shayne gulped audibly, his shoulders shuddering as he tried to straighten himself up. He absently wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “I –  I came out to – to ch-check on you.” 

“Thank you,” Charlie said sincerely, though his voice was trembling. He rubbed a weak circle across Shayne’s lower back. His mind was racing, trying to land on some kind of plan for taking care of Shayne while he was still very much recovering himself. “Come on. Wanna get back in, out of the cold?” 

Shayne shook his head, despite shivering miserably. “Not done.” 

“Oh.” 

“Mmhmm. You can go, though.” 

Charlie took his hand off the railing and took a step back – just checking that he actually could go back inside without his knees buckling and his head hitting the paved slabs. He still felt like he hadn’t caught his breath, and his head still hurt, but he felt steadier. 

He eyed the patio door to the kitchen. It was so tempting to retreat inside, away from the morning glare. He also needed a lot of water, he was realising. He’d been drinking a lot during his sickness, but he’d been sweating and puking most of it away. And as he’d just learned, he was no good to Shayne if he passed out, whether it was from light sensitivity, or dehydration, or any other reason. 

Charlie’s legs and arms trembled as he let go of the banister. He felt like he was standing on ice skates, fighting just to stay balanced. “I’m just... going to the kitchen, lovely.” 

“Mmm.” Shayne folded his arms on top of the railing and leaned forward again. 

Charlie moved delicately through the kitchen, finding his hands grow steadier. He willed himself not to get carried away like last time. No flair, no silly little hip wiggles. He was still sick and he still needed to act like it. 

He decided against making himself a cup of tea, and sipped on another glass of water instead.  

He heard the patio door shut, and turned to see that Shayne had come back inside and headed straight for the kitchen table. He slumped down into a chair and buried his head in his arms, like he used to do as his school desk. 

Worry and nostalgia wriggled in Charlie’s gut.

“Shayne?” he said gently, walking towards the table with a steaming mug. 

He responded with a muffled groan. 

“I made you some tea, cutie.” Charlie felt a genuine smile flicker across his face. “To settle your tummy.” 

Shayne lifted his head up and blinked. He was horribly pale, the shadows under his eyes deepened. “What?” 

Charlie left the mug down next to him and gestured to it. “It’s ginger.” 

 Shayne gave a flustered little groan.  

“What?” Charlie asked. 

“I t-told you not to.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

Shayne flinched again. “Sorry. Thank you...” 

“It’s okay,” Charlie half-laughed, though he found no part of this funny. His nerves were all alight, his veins tingling with adrenaline like he was in the middle of a slow-creeping anxiety attack. It was just sinking in that he’d almost fainted out there on the patio. He could have hurt himself, badly, if he had.  

And Shayne was struggling to keep still in the chair without shuddering. His hands were trembling so much that Charlie actually dreaded him trying to pick the mug up, so he picked it back up himself. 

“Come on. Back to the warm.” 

“Hurts,” Shayne mumbled. 

“I know, lovely. I know it does.” Believe me, I know. Charlie tried to force a smile, even while his eyes threatened to fill up. “I can’t bear watching you shiver like this, though, so come on, please.” 

Shayne stiffened and attempted to put his hands on the table to push himself up. “Sorry.” 

“Would you stop saying you’re sorry?” Charlie exclaimed softly. It probably came out sounding a lot harsher than it did in his head, because it seemed to make Shayne flinch again. “You’re killing me, lovely.” 

Charlie went first, glancing back to make sure he didn’t lose Shayne. He half-expected him to duck into the downstairs bathroom as they passed it, judging by the colour of his face and the hand that didn’t seem to want to leave his belly. 

But they both reached the sofa again, and Charlie gestured for Shayne to get into the duvet, and he did. 

“Comfy?” 

Shayne shrugged, eyeing the mug Charlie had carried in for him. Charlie felt a little glow of accomplishment as he handed it over and Shayne willingly took it. 

“Thanks.” 

“You’re... you’re welcome,” Charlie sighed. He shut his eyes and let himself be swamped with the light-headedness he’d been fighting off on the walk from the kitchen to the sitting room. When he opened his eyes again, Shayne had wrapped his hands around the mug and held it close to his chest, like he wanted it to warm his insides, but hadn’t quite realised that drinking it would achieve that even faster. 

His dark eyes, riddled with exhaustion, were pinned on Charlie. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“Yep. No. I don’t know.” 

“Sit down.” 

Charlie did, ignoring the duvet. Those waves of skin-prickling heat and the panic hit him all at once, again. The flashes of that dark dream, that dark place, that had licked at his mind as he’d stepped outside. Shit. What could Shayne have realistically done in his state, if Charlie had blacked out on the patio and hurt himself?  

It could have been bad. 

“Love...” Shayne’s voice was a little hoarse after being sick. “Charlie, are you crying?” 

He was, he realised. Tears even hotter than his skin settled in the corner of his eyes. 

“I ju–” Charlie covered his mouth to hold in a sob, even though he realised that it was for nobody’s benefit. He sank down lower, tipping his head against Shayne’s shoulder. “I-I don’t know what to do.” 

“What to do? Charlie, it’s fine. I can still do stuff for you, if – if you need something.” 

“No. You can’t. You’re sick, too.” 

Shayne shook his head. “Charlie, everything is okay. You’re panicking.” 

“I think – I think I’m going to call my mum.” As soon as he said it, Charlie exhaled thoroughly, deeply. Yeah. That felt right. 

He patted down his pockets, not finding his phone until he expanded his search to the sofa cushions underneath him. When he settled back down, getting ready to make the call, he glanced to the side and saw that Shayne was staring at him like he’d suggested contacting NASA and asking to borrow some of their equipment.  

___ 

Shayne’s heart was racing frantically. He was certain that if his stomach hadn’t just been thoroughly emptied out on the patio, he’d have thrown up from the feeling that had inhabited his body. 

The same feeling he’d had when he’d accidentally walked straight into the Waters’ house without knocking, making them think someone had just broken in; the same feeling he’d had after the first time he’d accidentally fallen asleep in Charlie’s room.  

So much space, you take up so much – 

Charlie put a hand on Shayne’s knee. “You okay?” he asked quietly, but then Ingrid answered her phone. 

“Heya, sweetie!” Her voice was already dripping with sympathy when she answered the phone; Charlie text her since he’d gotten sick, so it wasn’t news to her. “Are you okay?” 

“Not really.” Charlie was even more direct and honest with his mother than he was with Shayne, and hearing him admit so freely that he wasn’t okay made Shayne’s stomach lurch again.  

He brought his tea to his lips, not daring to take a sip and yet desperate for something to do. 

“No?” Ingrid asked. 

“I can’t stand up for longer than a few minutes without feeling like I’m going to pass out –” 

Shayne’s heart dropped. Wait, what?  

“And now Shayne’s throwing up, too. I don’t – don’t know what to do.” 

“Okay, take a deep breath, Char,” Ingrid said steadily. “I really doubt it’s anything serious. Are you staying hydrated? Plenty of fluids?” 

“I-I’m  trying to...” 

“Good. Good. Eating something?” 

“I had some toast this morning. I...” Charlie’s gaze flicked towards Shayne. His eyes flashed questioningly. “I can’t remember when...” 

Shayne shook his head, suddenly feeling like he might be the one crying next. He hadn’t eaten since Charlie had come down with the bug, but he didn’t want to admit that, not with Ingrid on the phone. 

“I’m going to come over and check on you both,” Ingrid said.  

Shayne’s stomach felt like it was going down a funfair slide. 

“And I’ll bring you a few bits that you might need. You shouldn’t be driving if you’re having dizzy spells,” Ingrid was saying. “I’ll leave in a few minutes, so I should... Hmm. I’ll be there around tea time.” 

Through the drained look on Charlie’s face, there was a flicker of joy. What Shayne felt was a mixture of relief and guilt that he couldn’t quite wrestle any logic from; he was glad that Ingrid was coming for Charlie’s sake, but the fact that she was also coming due to him being sick made him want to set himself on fire. 

Instead, he took a slow sip of his tea, which was so hot that it almost felt like setting his mouth on fire. It felt a little better when it reached his empty belly, warmth gently curling through his insides. He couldn't help but feel like he didn't deserve that small relief from the nausea and the cold.

How could he not have realised that Charlie was close to passing out when he'd found him earlier? Shayne had walked out onto the patio and spent all of three seconds checking on his boyfriend before turning into a shivering, puking mess.

The phone conversation seemed to be wrapping up. “Thanks, Mum.” 

“See you soon, sweetie. Love you both.” 

Shit. 

“Love you.” Charlie hung up and let his phone slide down onto the couch. His attention was immediately fixed on Shayne. “Hey. You okay?” 

He nodded insincerely.  

“Come here.” Charlie seemed a bit more at ease now, which let Shayne lean into him for comfort with a little less guilt. He was so warm, even though the duvet was separating Shayne’s body from his. “Sorry I had to tell my mum you’re not feeling well.” 

“It’s fine,” Shayne exhaled. “Sorry I didn’t... know you almost passed out.” 

“Sorry I gave you my bug.” Charlie hummed in gentle amusement. At least he seemed calmer now. Calmer than he had since before he’d gotten sick. “We could do this all day, lovely, or we could try to get some sleep.” 

Shayne tried and failed to suppress the shiver that began in the pit of his stomach and ended at the ends of his hair. “Mmm.” 

“Drink your tea.” Charlie pressed a kiss into Shayne’s curls. “And know that you deserve to be taken care of."

Shayne almost choked as he tried to take a sip. His gaze flicked towards Charlie's face. "Um. So do you."

"I know that," Charlie whispered. "Just making sure you know it, too."