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Fan Service - Chapter 2

Josh Kiszka x f!reader

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Read Chapter 1 here

Summary: After a passionate night in Josh’s dressing room it’s time to camp for another round of DIG. What could the universe possibly have on deck to ruin the third concert in the Michigan lineup?

Warnings: 18+ content minors DNI, swearing, feelings, pining, fingering, dom!Josh, unprotected sex (advised against), oral sex (m and f receiving), praise kink, general roughness, etc.

W/c: 7.5k

A/n: Here it is. It’s been a minute since I’ve been this motivated to write so the timeline is a little wonky, just pretend it makes sense ok. I appreciate everyone who sent me requests and suggestions for this series, and special thanks as always to my gresties for cheering me on. Again, apologies for my shameless self insert. Hopefully we like where this story goes, let me know your thoughts! Thank you for the continued support, i love you all!

Edited by the lovely @gretasamfeettt

Vibes: Something About You - Level 42 and golden hour - JVKE

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Being born and raised in the Midwest has made you mostly impartial to the cold. You’d spent many a chilly night around dying campfires, many afternoons skiing down powdered hills, and even more mornings trudging through snowbanks just to get to school. Spending ten hours trying to sleep on cold concrete with only a tent to protect you from the early March wind and snow, however, is turning out to be a little out of your comfort zone.

You don’t really mind though, you’d happily suffer through any amount of discomfort to see your favorite band, and having your two best friends with you does dull the pain somewhat. It had been their idea originally to camp out for the slew of shows happening in your area, so you all bought your tickets months in advance and spent the days leading up meticulously preparing. The vibe has been a bit off ever since you rejoined your group the night before, haphazardly dressed after a romp with a rockstar, but they seem excited for you all the same.

Now that you’ve had time to register the events of the night before, you’re scared shitless. You were living in the moment, but when time resumed its normal pace, the reality that Josh Kiszka picked you is almost too much to bear. You were hesitant to give up too many details when they tried to poke and prod them out of you, even if it meant they would believe you to be mildly full of shit. Hell, you can hardly believe it yourself, but there’s no part of you that’s willing to risk breaking his confidence. The experience you shared with Josh was special to you, and you will not be souring it by any means.

You look down at your phone and reread the last text he sent you, ‘I better see you there.

Josh does own a cell phone and uses it quite often, to your complete surprise. After you rejoined your friends the previous night and began the drive to the next city on your roster, you texted your name to the number he gave you. He texted back immediately to wish you a good night, and when morning came and you wished him good luck he returned with that little crumb.

He wants to see me again… Of all people…

He’s probably just being polite…

“Smile for Joshy!” You extend your arm to snap a selfie, posing in line outside the venue to send him in return. The bundled faces of you and your friends are doing their best to smile through clenched teeth and not look frigid in the Michigan winter air.

The caption reads ‘Camping out just to be sure you do’, and you send it off after gaining an approving nod from everyone.

“I’m not convinced this isn’t some sort of elaborate ruse,” your best friend, Quinn, jests after dropping the smile she forced for the picture. “If you’re Josh Kiszka’s sneaky link now then how come we don’t have backstage passes?”

“Ohh my god. I’m not some clout chaser, I can’t just ask him for things ‘cause he paid attention to me once.” You scoff slightly at the insinuation. How could you possibly ask that man for anything after he already gave you the time of day?

Your answer must not be satisfactory, prompting a retort back. “Okay, but he gave you his phone number, and he’s still texting you? If he didn’t like you he would’ve just let you leave. I saw the way he watched you get whisked away, it was like a fucking romance movie.”

He did give me his number, some random one-night stands I’ve had haven’t even given me their phone numbers afterward. Maybe there’s a point there..

The thought feels so ridiculous in your mind you barely want to let it take root. He’s already taking up so much of your headspace, letting the idea that you might have a chance with him seems much too dangerous of a concept.

“Would you stop getting my hopes up? Everybody knows they don’t have groupies… plus he just slept with me the one time, it didn’t mean anything.” You trail off, suddenly disappointed with yourself for remembering that small fact.

Disappointed about what? Getting attached already? Pitiful.

“Who said anything about being a groupie? I’m sure that’s not the reason he doesn’t show all his fuck buddies off to the masses.” Nina, the third part of your little trio, chimes in. “If I had known that getting beat up in the pit was the way to bag a Kiszka I would’ve knocked my own ass out in front of them a long time ago.”

“Why does everyone keep saying I got beat up?!”

. . .

Not too much later, your phone lights up, his name is on the screen accompanied by a silly picture of him you had saved. Highway Tune plays loud and clear through the speaker, but all you can do is stare as your fight or flight response kicks into gear. Beyond unprepared for an event like this, you turn your hand to show your friends the screen with a deer in headlights look on your face.

“Speakerphone, bitch. Now!” Nina screams at you frantically as the opportunity slips away.

Fuck.

With an appropriate sense of urgency, you clear your throat and swipe across the glass to answer with a cute but casual “Hey!”

“I’m sorry, you’re doing what?” In your experience, no introduction means business. Even when separated by the phone and however many miles, his slightly acidic tone gives you chills.

“Camping! Ya know, for the barricade!”

“You mean you’re outside the damn arena right now?” He sounds relatively calm in contrast to the intensity of his words, it’s hard to tell if he’s really angry or not.

“Well yeah! It’s how you get to be up front… you do know what goes down at your shows, right?” you giggle in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Y/n… How long have you been out there?”

“I don’t know… some hours…” You dart your eyes to the girls, silently begging them to not say a word about how you drove through the night on no sleep from the previous show to get right back in line for another.

“It’s freezing fucking cold outside, absolutely not, I won’t have it.”

What the fuck does that mean?

“You won’t have it? It’s what everybody does, honestly, it’s fine I have my friends with me. It’s part of the whole experience.”

A contemplative sigh comes from his end of the line followed by a long pause.

“Josh?” You hear some distant voices and shuffling around coming from whoever he’s taken a second to speak to.

“Your friends can come too.” He finally answers.

“Josh, what are you…you’re not sending another goon to kidnap me again, are you?”

“Yeah Peach, stay put for me alright?” The line beeps dead, leaving everyone's jaws dropped at the audacity.

After a moment passes, Quinn is the first to say something. “So. Peach, huh?”

. . .

Faster than you had expected, a wide guy in a baseball cap with a scruffy beard approaches you and your friends in line. You instantly recognize him to be the same guy that rescued you from the pit and kept you like a present for Josh backstage the night before.

“Hey, it’s you!” You exclaim, relieved to be seeing a somewhat familiar face.

“Nice to see you again, Miss y/n. Mr. Kiszka asked me to show you and your friends inside.”

Slightly panicked glances are being shot all around amongst yourselves as you pack up your stuff, unsure of the unorthodox situation that won’t stop unfolding. Gossipy murmurs and glares are shot your way from those in line who may have been snooping, but once your blankets and chairs are picked up he leads you around the side of the building to a door out of sight from the other campers.

“What’s your name?” You ask him as you follow his lead close behind. “Since you know my name I don’t wanna keep calling you security boy.”

He chuckles and shoots a smile over his shoulder. “I’m Trevor, but security boy is fine if you like it.”

“Okay, security boy. How long have you worked for Josh?”

“I’ve been head security for the band for a couple months now.”

“I thought they just used venue security, I never see them out and about with bodyguards.”

“You’re half right. I mostly oversee the local security teams at the concerts and events, but they’ve been needing personal security more than usual lately. Besides, I’m pretty much an assistant at this point with how much they have me run errands like this.”

“Oh, so I’m just another errand, huh?”

“I’m more like your babysitter at this point, don’t you think?” You share a laugh, and instantly tension begins to ease.

You arrive at a small dressing room, which he unlocks and opens up for your group to drop your coats. One by one he hands you each a lanyard with a badge attached, indicating your new security clearance.

“You can warm up and get changed in here, I’ll come to get you when it’s time to head on out. I’ll leave ya to it.”

Josh has him ‘run errands’ a lot, I hope this isn’t something he’s used to…

“Wait…” Standing in the doorway once your group has started unpacking, you fight with yourself for a moment about whether you should ask the million-dollar question. “Is Josh… does he do this a lot? I mean…”

It rolls out with the most pathetically apprehensive voice you’ve ever had the displeasure of speaking, upon hearing it you wish you could take it back. He looks at you for a moment but ultimately seems to take pity on you and places a hand on your shoulder. “No ma’am, he doesn’t.”

He seems earnest enough, and you believe him as much as two strangers can trust each other in these kinds of circumstances. His gesture is enough to soothe a bit of the self-doubt that hasn’t left you alone for about 24 hours.

“Thank you, Trevor.” He touches the bill of his hat and tips it with a gentlemanly nod and half a smile before turning away, leaving you to close the door behind him.

. . .

As the lot of you are getting ready, putting makeup on, and doing your hair, you hear a knock on the door followed by Trevor’s voice. “You ladies decent?”

“Yeah, come in”. You answer without looking up from the flick of eyeliner you’re expertly applying in the mirror.

The door clicks open and the honey-smooth voice floats in before the man himself. “How’s everything coming along in here?,” he says, casual as can be. You flicker your attention up to catch his cocky smile when he enters still in his street clothes. You can’t help but chuckle a little to yourself as you watch your friends attempt to stifle their reactions, but ultimately fail while tripping over each other to meet him.

He greets them politely, asking their names and apologizing for any discomfort in rooting you from your spots in line. As any good fangirl would, they decline his apology and thank him for the opportunity to be inside instead.

“The guys and I were all really worried about everyone out there in the cold, but we know you’re all so dedicated, we couldn’t stop you if we tried.” They agree with him, giggling shamelessly at the charm that seems to come so naturally to him. Watching him interact with fans after knowing how he acts in private is almost comical.

“We really do appreciate you setting aside a spot for us, we know you’re really busy.” You pipe up for the first time.

Gross. You really couldn’t think of anything better to say? Idiot.

He locks eyes with you from where you’re standing against the mirror at the back of the room but says nothing, apart from the way his lips twitch when he takes in the sight of you. Even the blind would be able to notice the instantaneous effect you have on him.

“We didn’t think you guys really knew each other” Nina blurts out while the two odd girls out watch something unspoken bounce back and forth between you.

“Oh no, we definitely know each other. Isn’t that right y/n?” You know the question is rhetorical, but you tip your chin slightly in agreement anyway, a blistering heat behind your eyes. “Would I be able to get a few minutes alone with your friend here, if you guys don’t mind? She’ll join you in a moment, Trevor is just out in the hall to show you to some snacks.”

They nod and scurry out of the room, offering supportive glances, a suggestive wink, and a pair of smiles from behind his back as they file out quicker than you can protest.

His entire demeanor changes when the two of you are left standing alone in the confines of the dressing room, free from anything that could act as a buffer. He was gracious and polite with your friends, clearly putting on a little bit, but you’re with a different person once he shuts and locks the door behind them. Just like the other night, the tension in the surrounding air is palpable.

Don’t make a fool of yourself. Don’t be desperate and weird. You can do this y/n, be confident and breathe.

“You didn’t have to go out of your way to do all this, Josh.” You set down your eyeliner on the counter behind you, doing your best to appear nonchalant despite your heart doing its very best to pound its way out of your chest. As exciting as being in his presence is, you’re also terrified to your core. The energy shift is so seamless you have no room to be rattled by his next move.

Josh shakes his head as he strides towards you, as if hearing the silliest words ever spoken into existence. He closes the gap between you in a few short paces, trapping you in place against the counter. There are barely a few inches between your bodies but you’re steadfast in your cool as a cucumber facade, no matter how unconvincing it may be.

“As much as I appreciate the time you’re willing to put in, I wish you had told me you were gonna wait out in the cold. I could’ve saved you so much earlier.”

“I didn’t really think that was an option. I don’t expect any special treatment.” You long to reach out and touch him, to tear down the invisible barrier holding you back. It’s scary, like there’s some sort of rule you’d be breaking if you did. You’re just trying to be respectful, when in reality that’s the last thing you want to do.

“You should. I can’t give it to everybody but I can give it to you.” Your cheeks flush red forcing you to look down and away from him to avoid getting too flustered, only for him to raise your chin again with one finger to keep your eyes on him, ensuring you really hear what he has to say. “You’re not part of the general population anymore mama, you’re my sweet peach, remember?”

In the wake of his genuinely sweet albeit loaded comment, a wave of emotion returns to blindside you, shattering your smoke screen of indifference like a freight train.

Does he crave me in the same way I crave him?

Could he ever feel anything close to what I feel?

I idolize and ache for him, but what does he think of me?

He’s already been inside me. He’s already had more of me than most other men ever have.

I’ve earned his favor and attention, why am I so quick to reject it?

Does he pity me?

What if he just pities me…

“I’m scared.” You choke out. Without a high to hide behind there’s nothing to stop your bleeding heart from exploding right here in his hands. He catches up with your train of thought though and is so quick to reassure you it might as well be second nature.

“Y/n, what are you scared of?” his eyes flicker back and forth as he searches yours.

“That none of this is real.” you feel you should elaborate but you can’t. Any attempt at trying to explain the thoughts that have been gnawing at you would come out like word vomit. Some preconceived notion you cooked up in your paralyzing anxiety is telling you not to act like his stardom has any effect on you. You’ve wrapped yourself in a cage of barbed wire made of your own cowardice, only to be cut open if a single wrong move is made. He probably goes out of his way to avoid girls like that, so you exercise the minimal restraint you feel capable of to keep it short. Out of fear, of course.

Ever so delicately he takes your hand, brings it to his lips, and ghosts your knuckles along the baby soft skin that rests there. In a breath he leaves a kiss, focusing on the spot for a moment before returning focus to your wet eyes.

“Last night I asked you to trust me and you did, and I took good care of you. Do you still trust me?”

You nod your head.

“Then trust that I’ll continue to take care of you, okay? This is real, I’m real. Look…” he bares his teeth over the back of your hand and play bites it, making you gasp mostly in surprise but you laugh it off crudely, your heart flutters. “See? You’re real too, Peach.”

Of course, Josh would never miss a beat. Of course, all it would take is a teaspoon of vulnerability to prompt him to keep the floodgates from giving way completely to whatever bullshit mess you could concoct.

Stop being so foolish.

You sniffle away the remnants of what could have been a colossal breakdown and crack a smile at him through batted lashes. “Peach.. Is that my name now?”

He nods, moving his lips against your skin again. “I like it, think it’s cute, don’t you?”

“Mhm, it is… I could’ve braved through the cold ya know, hands down.”

“Would you stop complaining every time I try to rescue you?” he snorts in a teasing way that makes you giggle and bite your lip like a little kid with a crush. You try not to get distracted by his chestnut brown eyes, shining bright.

“Anything for you.” For good measure, you toss in a flirty wink with your same line from the night before.

“Again with that shit, babygirl.. I oughta spank you for getting me worked up before a performance. God, you are relentless!”

Finally, you decide to stop fighting the magnetic energy pulling you toward him and lean into his frame. “And I don’t even have to say please?”

A choked moan barely escapes him, and he plays it off with a fake as hell cough that only serves to make you giggle.

“Fuck…” he gives you another quick once over in your concert outfit, smoothing over where he’s wrinkled it in a few spots and breaks out in a smirk, still holding your chin in place to keep you from looking elsewhere, “You look delicious, Peach. Are you me this time?”

The outfit in question just so happens to be a top modeled after the jumpsuit he wore in Los Angeles during the Strange Horizons tour paired with a miniskirt. Pure groupie behavior, yet again. You do your best not to roll your eyes at yourself.

“So, I didn’t plan on meeting you when I picked out my-“ in very Joshua fashion, he just can’t wait until the end of your sentence to swoop in for a bruising, searing hot open mouthed kiss that almost makes you stumble. Your lips mash together sloppily but you don’t care. You just want to feel like he has to have you, maybe he really does.

“How’s that bruised peach doing?” His words are barely intelligible at the lowest end of his register and doesn’t wait for an answer before reaching for the hem of your skirt. “Show me.”

You let him spin you around and hike up your skirt around your hips so he has full access to the panties adorning the purple blotches on your skin. There hasn’t been quite enough time for you to inspect the damage made by your fall, but he’s careful to avoid it.

“I know they’re pretty ugly.” you try to avoid thinking about it, instead focusing on his hand that’s made its way between your legs and is exploring the lacy edge of your panties. Another part of you is hoping the edge of the counter won’t crack under your iron-clad grip on it, purely keeping your knees from losing their integrity.

“Hush, sweetness. Look.” his free hand wraps around you to grab your chin, forcing your gaze upon the mirror you’ve found yourself facing. “See how beautiful you are? Nothing could taint that.”

Right then, he slips his hand under the lace and dives into your slit, already wet to the touch. You’re not sure why watching his hand move obscenely against you has you feeling so embarrassed, but when you see your own cheeks turning rosy you try to turn and protest the position. “Josh..”

“Don’t look away. Watch me.” he holds you still, pressing two of his fingers into you with a squelch. Watching yourself was one thing, but seeing the look on his face when he makes contact with that heavenly gummy texture is something that will be seared into your mind forever. It’s close to a look of pain, like he can’t stand just how unreal you feel to him.

“Good God, y/n.” he stays tucked inside for a few pumps of his wrist before leaving your warmth to press those drenched fingers to your lips. You don’t need a command this time to open up and lick them clean.

“How can I possibly focus on putting on a good show when you’re out here distracting me? Saboteur, that’s what you are!”

“And how am I supposed to enjoy the music I paid good money to see if you’re just gonna be making me horny? Are you going to repay me?”

“Well… you got me there. Maybe if you behave.”

. . .

Now, typically when one has backstage passes to a concert, that usually grants access to back stage. It’s right there in the name. However, you camped with your friends for however long before Joshua stepped in, and your hopes have been set on snagging a spot at the barricade. It’s not something you’re all too fond of giving up on.

Once Josh had released you from his grasp and excused himself to get ready, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek as you part ways, your friends returned with the news that the doors were about to open. It took some light convincing on your part, but Trevor agreed to let you into the pit early so you can secure a spot up front. Watching from backstage the night before was really cool, of course it was, but this is an experience you’d been dreaming of for just as long. Josh Kiszka is not going to be the reason you miss it.

Standing where you are now, directly in front of where he’ll be standing shortly with the gardens gate key hanging high above you, your stomach is firmly planted in your ass. The openers were amazing, adding to the intense build up of the curtain dropping any minute now. You feel almost more nervous now than you did the first time around, but this time it’s a different breed.

When the curtain finally falls and the shrieks of the girls around you dampen your senses, he’s right where he’s supposed to be and instant relief washes over you. Chest puffed out, wide stance, head held high, utterly ecstatic. You can trace his eyes scanning the audience, taking in the sheer mass of the crowd and every face that he can make out. Until they land on you. It’s subtle, but you can tell he wasn’t expecting to see you there, cheering for him as he so deserves.

“Give me my money’s worth, baby!” you don’t care if he can hear you or not, you’re not even sure of the words that spewed out. Everybody knows the most unhinged thoughts sometimes slip in the presence of these men anyway.

He lingers on you with the smuggest expression, a hint of deviance mixed in as well, and licks his lips before diving into the lyrics of their first song.

Yeah, he heard me, that little fucker.

Song after song you hype him up, screaming his name and blowing him kisses, singing along to every single word. Each and every time he lands in front of you he does something ridiculously out of pocket and slutty. Whether it be thrusting his hips, licking his lips, or growling into the damn microphone, he makes eye contact with you every single time.

Every. Single. Time. Without fail.

Oh my god. He’s actually taunting me…

“Who’s misbehaving now, Joshy!?” you scream when he lets a particularly moan-like cry sound out through the arena. It’s your last straw when he sticks his tongue out at you in response. All you can think about is how badly you want to see that tongue somewhere else, and how you want to make him pay for his actions when you finally can.

He’s incorrigible

As the end of Safari Song dawns you recognize the familiar rhythm that marks the beginning of Danny’s drum solo. A fluttering feeling returns to your chest with the realization, because the drum solo also happens to be when Josh rides the shoulders of a security guard to pass out roses.

When he reaches you, he places a rose purposefully in your hand and you try not to swoon when he winks at you from his high horse. He’ll be coming back around shortly to have some face-to-face time with his adoring fans, but with how hard he’s been throwing his sexuality around the stage for the whole world to see you quickly try to think of something that will make him swoon back.

Like a wave, the screaming and shuffling of young women starts to crawl back in your direction, and you’ve finally settled on your move as he appears in your line of sight once again. Instead of blindly reaching for him hoping for just a touch of attention like everyone else, you make eye contact with him as he approaches and hold out your hand open faced. He seems to think nothing of the out of the ordinary gesture and reaches out. In a split second, you fake him out as he’s about to grab your hand, surpassing his grasp to reach up as far as you can.

“Hi baby” is all you can think to say, but it’s more than enough. You can make out the words ‘Hi Peach’ move across his lips with no accompanying sound. Somewhere in the process he catches on and bends just slightly to close the gap for you, never once breaking the eye contact you’re trying so hard to hold. As you reach his face you caress his cheek, using your thumb to slightly grace his bottom lip until he’s pulled out of range.

The exchange barely lasted more than a few heartbeats, but the impact is profound. You didn’t believe it was possible to actually see stars in someone’s eyes until the whole universe manifested in Josh’s. There’s remnants of a blush on the apples of his cheeks when he hops back on stage, and you do your best to vacate the butterflies from your stomach as the show carries on oblivious to your secret.

. . .

After the show ends and the house lights come up, you take your pictures and exchange socials with the girls around you that had bonded with you between sets. Then, once everything has substantially died down, you exchange quick glances at your friends before hopping over the barricade and flashing your security badges at the men who immediately try to stop you.

It’s a funny feeling, floating around backstage aimlessly. You eventually are able to latch onto the sound of Trevor’s voice and follow it until you see the boys huddled around talking, already changed out of their concert attire. Sam and Jake notice you before he does, but you tap Josh on the shoulder anyway. When he turns he smiles like the sunshine boy he is, rushes to you without hesitation and wraps his arms around you, picks you up, and spins you around like you’re old friends in an airport who haven’t seen each other in years.

“Holyyy shit, Peach! Did you get your money’s worth?” he cries gleefully as he sets you down and squishes your cheeks between his palms, knocking loose a few rhinestones you had placed there.

“And more! You acted like a proper slut out there!”

“Thank you, thank you, I try my best. I didn’t expect you to be right in front! You almost had me for a minute there, mama.”

“Yeah, well you deserved it.”

“Ahem,” Jake slaps a hand down on Josh’s shoulder and turns his attention to you. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything. Dear brother, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

You take matters into your own hands and thrust yours out to him, which he shakes warmly smiling a devilish grin to match. “Hello Jacob, I’m y/n.”

“Ahhh so this is the dreamboat that kept you so preoccupied last night!?” Sam interjects, pulling you away from the twins and into a hug that you were not prepared for but accept happily anyway.

“Hi Sammy, sorry for keeping him from his important frontman duties.”

“Well shit, he’s not that important.” he laughs, jabbing a playful shove at his eldest brother's shoulder, prompting a scuffle to ensue that you carefully step away from. In taking a step back you bump into Danny, who was standing off to the side with his arms crossed watching the encounter unfold.

“Oops, sorry.” he catches and steadies you, keeping you from taking a tumble when you try to correct yourself but instead misstep.

I just cannot stop being clumsy for two seconds, can I?

“You sweet, sweet angel. You never have to apologize to me Danny,” already being in close proximity, you wrap him in the biggest hug you can manage. “That was my bad anyway.”

“Oh, wow. You’re so sweet, it’s so nice to meet you.”

“Ditto, my friend.” you try not to think about how that was the best hug anyone has ever given you.

You introduce your friends to the rest of the band one at a time and return to Josh’s side, allowing everyone to get their hugs in, some lingering a bit longer than they should. Everyone mingles with each other discussing the events of the night, laughing about things that were thrown on stage and signs that were made until you notice Josh’s arm snaking its way around your waist to pull you flush against him.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” he whispers in your ear, “To the hotel this time?”

If smiles were contagious the one that splits your face in that moment would have everyone infected.

“Love to.” you nod to emphasize your point then turn to say your goodbyes to Quinn and Nina, who are probably just fine being left in their present company. The last thing you need is a thousand missed texts and calls from them if you were to just disappear into the night. Josh does no such thing and makes his move to whisk you away rather hastily.

Trevor, who was standing close by, escorts the two of you outside, blocking you from the view of a small huddle of girls waiting for a glimpse of the boys. You must have stood around talking for too long based on how many of them have accumulated. You make your way to a blacked out car waiting with a driver ready to go, and slide in as quickly as possible. It’s a short drive to the hotel but Josh insists on taking a moment to pick a song for the journey before taking off.

“Come on, Joshua” you roll your eyes playfully as he scrolls through an endless playlist.

“Shut up and hear me out, okay? The song choice is important!”

The first couple notes of Your Love play through the speakers, but he turns to you slowly to see your reaction like he just told you he knows your deepest darkest secrets.

“I thought you guys were supposed to have pretentious music taste?” you tease.

“What?! You don’t like this song? Who doesn’t like this song?!”

He breaks into song in the middle of the lyrics at the top of his lungs just for you, clearly to annoy you, but little does he know that everything he’s ever done is endearing beyond comprehension. You might have even been disappointed if he didn’t pull something that gave you just a tinge of secondhand embarrassment. His charisma and silliness are becoming and the way he’s singing, waiting for you to give in and humor him has you jumping in at the chorus, matching his energy. It’s the power ballad to end all power ballads.

I’m singing with Josh Kiszka. Josh is singing to me. What the fuck is my life becoming?

As the music fades out of the chorus and you’re left giggling at the antics, you look out your open window to feel the wind on your face and revel in the ambiance of the next song paired with passing street lights against a black sky. If you were paying attention you’d see Josh’s stare never left you. He’s watching you, fawning over you, taken by your beauty as you admire the night.

. . .

Josh lets you into the room first to venture in on your own, you look around briefly at nothing in particular until you hear the door close and lock. When he doesn’t immediately come to you, you turn to catch him subtly admiring you. He meets your gaze and reaches a hand out to you, his eyes are soft but set ablaze with determination.

“I don’t think you know how magnetic you are.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You take his hand, and once they’ve met he pulls you towards him, only to be turned and pressed against the wall at your back. He kisses you passionately just like earlier, you can feel the adrenaline thumping his heart against his ribcage so hard you think you could see it beneath his supple skin if you weren’t so occupied.

He grabs your ass with both hands and slides them down the backs of your thighs, guiding each one with an effortless lift to rest around his waist. You didn’t expect him to be so strong, but he cradles you with such care despite how ravenously his mouth moves down your chin to lap at your throat. In the darkest depths of your mind, you wish he would take a bite.

You grind your hips against the nearest thing you can, which happens to be his stomach, it heaves at the motion causing you to groan. Every little move you make elicits a clear visceral reaction, making the pit in your stomach tunnel deeper by the minute.

You want to tell him to tear you apart. You want to tell him to bury himself inside you and stay there until he’s contemplated his own existence, twice. All that you’re able to form into a coherent thought is “Joshy, more…”

“Making demands already?” he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

You take no notice of his taunt and start pulling at his clothes blindly, making no real progress towards getting them off, to his amusement. An unmistakable poke makes itself known against your panties, which happen to be exposed to the air by the shortness of your skirt in your current position.

“Don’t ignore me, princess.” he runs his teeth along your collarbone as he digs into the meat of your thigh with his fingers, and a tortured moan vibrates out of you in return. “What do you say when you want something?”

“Please!” you practically scream “Dear God, please. Please just fuck me already!” The last of your self respect flies out the window, but to be fair it’s mostly been absent since he stepped out on stage to fuck the entire stadium.

One of his hands leaves your body, awkwardly and desperately reaching to unbuckle his pants, your faces pressed together cheek to cheek. You hold onto his shoulders on instinct to keep from falling to the floor, though he has you pinned so tightly between the wall and his own body you could let go of him entirely and remain in place. Your cunt pulses in anticipation when he ruts his freed cock against the thin material covering you. The wetness of your panties must be ridiculous, as the shaky breath coming from him feels beyond depraved.

“Y/n, oh my.. Fuck.” he slides it against the material once more while holding you still, using you in a sense, taking what he needs, and you wait patiently while he does.

Because that’s what good girls do.

He praises you while he reaches to pull your panties to the side and nuzzles his tip against your entrance. His head rolls back when he thrusts inside, leaving you huffing quick and shallow breaths against his ear, wisps of his hair tickling your nose as they’re blown around. He hums a sound of delight and settles into a comfortable yet delicious rhythm of bucking his hips up to meet your core.

“Who’s good girl are you? Say it.” he sounds like he might be close to his climax, so you humor him and fist your hand into his hair just how he likes it.

“I’m yours, Josh. I’m your good girl.”

I belong to you. I always will.

He whines at your response and his pace changes, speeding up but stuttering. He claws at your delicate top, tearing it at the neckline to rip down the middle, exposing your bouncing breasts to him in a way that would ignite the most perverted parts of any man’s brain.

“Are you gonna cum in me, baby?” you tighten your walls around him, approaching your own feeling of ecstasy.

He just nods fervently and adjusts his grip on your ass, his fingers wandering as far as they can to grab a handful until they’re almost touching in the middle. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t for him to use his grip to spread your cheeks, parting your folds to allow him an unobstructed reach into your depths. “I can’t fucking wait, I’m gonna…” he strains to speak, fucking into you to the hilt as he twitches inside you and cum overflows from your meeting point as he completely loses himself in you.

Carefully, he steps back with you still in his arms, retreating to take a seat on the edge of the bed. Still straddling him, you settle onto his cock which has yet to soften.

“I’m sorry, Peach. I got too excited.” his head rests on your shoulder as he catches his breath.

“No, don’t be sorry. I wanted you to cum, it feels good.”

“You can feel it?” the genuine surprise on his face when he looks up at you in pleased shock makes you giggle, and the sight of your delight makes him laugh along with you as he moves his hands to rub little circles over your hardened nipples.

“Yeah I can, I feel it right here… deep inside.” you place one finger between his hips in the center of his abdomen and press down, making him giggle uncontrollably and lurch to swat at your hand.

“No no no no, I’m ticklish!”

You hold your hands up in surrender, and after the laughing subsides, he lays back on the bed, sprawling out under your weight. “Well, I’m not gonna let you leave empty handed. Get up here.” he gestures for you to follow him by curling his finger at you and licks his lips.

You slide him out of you and shift your weight to move up his body until his head is between your legs.

“Other way, mama. Turn around.” you quirk an eyebrow at him but do as he says, carefully avoiding kneeing him in the face as you turn to face his feet. As you get into position, he rests his hands on the tops of your legs. “All the way down.”

You resist the urge to laugh. “I’ll crush you.”

“No you won’t, it’s ‘kay, I got you.” he wraps his arms all the way around your legs and lowers you until his extended tongue makes contact. Immediately he goes for the motions that spark pleasure in you the most, it makes you suspect that he’s learning your body quicker than any mediocre fuckboy ever has.

How his cock is still hard as a rock is beyond you, seemingly impossible, but makes for something to keep your hands busy with while he eats you like a last meal. You’ve spent an unreasonable amount of time on your own imagining what his cock looks like, having access to it this way feels like such a privilege.

Taking him in your hand, you lazily work your fist over him and lean just enough to leave kitten licks on the head of his cock, teasing it and coaxing flustered noises out of him that reverberate through your whole body. You rotate your hips the slightest bit, adjusting his position without breaking his concentration as he consumes you, sucking up the juices that leak out and lapping at your clit every time you let out a broken sigh.

“Josh.. don’t stop.”. That familiar building feeling begins its ascent when he sucks your clit into his mouth, leaving you mewling as you suckle on him helplessly.

Light muffled moans just cascade out of his chest with little words of affirmation peppered in, you swear you think you heard him say ‘so perfect’ under his breath, but you can’t be sure of his incoherent ramblings. After a few moments of enjoying the perfect pressure on your most sensitive parts, you let your orgasm wash over you, and you cum on his tongue that’s ventured back to your opening to dip inside and scoop out the spoils of his efforts. You almost stop him when he continues backward to spread your own cum around your other entrance, but the warm sticky feeling he swirls around with long languid strokes paralyzes you into a fucked out stupor.

“Feel better?” he sprinkles little kisses across your thighs, craning his neck to leave more and more as you swing your leg over to relieve him of his fleshy prison and collapse onto your back.

You manage a happy sounding ‘mmm’ when he climbs on top of you to kiss each of your cheeks and retreats to your side once you reciprocate with a peck on the tip of his nose and a smile. He relaxes into the bed with you, letting one hand fall into your hair, and you just lie together in your shared bliss.

. . .

You chat about nonsense for an unknown amount of time until the chill of the room forces you to finally stand up.

“Where are you going?”

“Just to the bathroom, gonna freshen up.” On the way there you grab your purse and your clothes, and thank your past self for having the foresight to pack a few toiletries in your bag the day before. As you’re about to close the door behind you, his voice stops you.

“Hey, Peach?”

“Yeah?” you poke your head back out into the room, he’s sitting up in bed and looking at you but you can’t quite place the look on his face.

“Will you… stay with me tonight? You can wear some of my clothes or I can grab some from Danny…” the concern in his voice could melt you, but you can’t tell if he’s scared of asking the question or what the answer might be. In a weird way though, it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever heard.

Be still my heart, he’s down bad.

“Oh, sweet boy. Without question.”

. . .

Josh has to be the handsiest person you’ve ever met. Not that you’re complaining. As you climb back into bed with him he executes no self-control and pulls you into his lap by your waist. If you’re being honest though, you’d let him manhandle you when and where he pleases. Especially now, when he seems unmotivated by sex and just holds you close, but still intimate since you’ve both opted out of pajamas for the night.

You’re absentmindedly wrapping his curly locks around your fingers in the comfortable stillness of his hotel room, surrounded by smoke from the joint he lit up, and listening to him tell you all about life on the road. A quick prompt of ‘what’s the next city on the roster?’ launched a rant that you have no plans on stopping. You really should be sleeping but to silence his perfect lips would be a crime.

Except for…

“Josh?” you accidentally interrupt at the arrival of an intrusive thought.

“Yes, sweetness?”

“When you said earlier that Im not part of the general population anymore, what did you mean?”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of… infatuated with you.”

Infatuated with me? Why?

He reads the puzzled look on your face and continues.

“The way you speak about things and carry yourself. I can tell you’re special. Not only that, but from the first time I saw you I was drawn to you. It’s almost like the universe brought you to my feet. Your face was all tear-stained and your eyes were puffy but you stopped and saw me, you really saw me. I thought ‘this girl is looking into my soul’. ” too stunned to speak, you stay silent and let him carry on. “Ever since then you’ve just kept on astounding me. So when I said that I guess it was me letting you know I want you around, I want you with me.”

Holy shit. What?

. . . . . . .

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mercurialrain · 2 years ago

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Day 12: Candy Corn

Usually, Marinette knew better than to agree to Alya’s schemes. She’d been embarrassed one too many times in front of Adrien back when she’d had her crush on him and those memories served as her warning enough to decline any involvement whatsoever. But she’d been tired the past week, staying up late to meet deadlines for her senior project. It would be her last project in college and she wanted it to be perfect.

So while she didn’t remember agreeing to anything, apparently she had, and Alya even had a piece of paper with her signature on it agreeing to help out at the school’s annual Halloween Fest. She’d been expecting something like concessions or face painting, something that took advantage of her natural ability to handle people or her artistry and love for kids. Something in her comfort zone, basically.

She should’ve known better.

Marinette twisted around in front of the mirror, eyeing the costume they’d put her in. She was dressed as a fairy, which didn’t bother her. The craftsmanship of the dress did, as did the fact that she would have easily made a better one. Still, from a layman’s perspective, she could admit that the dress looked pretty.

It was designed as flower petals, asymmetrical on the top with a skirt made of more petals. She had wings that shimmered in the lights as well as delicate pink shoes that reminded her of her old ballet flats. Her makeup was basic but glittery, and her hair was loose but twined with flowers. She felt beautiful.

Not that it changed how she felt about being tricked into this, mind you. She’d only found out today that she was participating in a fundraiser for the local food banks in the form of auctioning off dates for the Halloween Fest with people. Her only consolation was that the money was for a good cause, and it was only a date. She could handle one night in exchange for helping people.

“Marinette! You’re up in five!” Sabrina called, beckoning her forward.

Marinette took her place behind a guy dressed like a classic vampire and a girl in a sexy cat costume, mentally thanking the universe that she hadn’t gotten that one.

When it was her turn, she channeled her inner designer and walked confidently down the runway, going back up by the announcer to wait as the bids came in. She couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that came out of her mouth as the amount climbed, until someone calmly announced an amount that had everyone’s mouth hanging open.

She squinted, but with the stage lights it was impossible to tell who it was. The announcer told the winning bidder to come get their date for the night, and Marinette’s heart dropped as she realized who it was.

Of course, because the universe hated her, it was Felix. The boy she’d shared a passionate kiss with at a party, only for him to completely ignore her existence the next day. Of course!

Marinette pasted the fakest of fake smiles on her face as he walked up the stage, but she knew that her eyes held malice. He linked his arm through hers and guided her off the stage, taking them through the audience to the rest of the festival beyond. Thankfully, most of the people attending Halloween Fest were dressed up, so her attire didn’t stand out as much as she’d feared.

She immediately yanked her arm away as soon as they were far enough away and they walked silently, occasionally stopping when she saw something she liked. She had no desire to make things easy on him, nor did she feel particularly communicative, so she weaved through the crowd on her own whims, stopping and starting whenever she felt like it.

They reached the end of the festival and Marinette slipped into the space between two buildings, sighing as she was released from the crowd of people. Her feet were also starting to get sore from the shoes, which was irritating.

“Candy corn?” She turned when he spoke to see an open bag of candy corn held out in her direction.

She scoffed and turned away, but Felix grabbed her arm and turned her back around.

“Ok, I tried to be nice, but clearly that’s not going to work. Why do you hate me?”

Her mouth fell open in astonishment. “I hate you? You’re the one that hates me!”

This time, he scoffed. “What are you talking about? We’ve hardly interacted.”

She set her jaw, not surprised but still hurt that he didn’t remember. “Oh, we have certainly interacted. We made out at a party months ago, but after that you barely acknowledged my existence. Pro tip? Girls don’t like you when you do that.” She tried to pull away but his grip on her arm was unrelenting. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t releasing any time soon.

He didn’t say anything, just stared.

She rolled her eyes, trying to mask her hurt. “Guess it wasn’t as memorable for you as it was for me.” God, why did she say that? That sounded pathetic!

“It was,” he admitted quietly.

“So why did you ignore me the next day when I tried to talk to you?” The anger had drained from her tone. She was mostly just confused now.

He cleared his throat and looked away, an adorable blush coating his cheeks. Wait, adorable?

“Feelings are awkward for me and talking to the person I have them for is even more so. Especially after the kiss looped through my head all night.”

“So you bid on a date with me, why?”

Felix exhaled forcefully. “To make myself talk to you? To get your attention? To kiss you again and see if it’s as good as I remember? To maybe finally get you out of my head? Take your pick, because I don’t know.”

Marinette stared at him for a moment, open-mouthed as she absorbed everything that he had just admitted.

You know what? Screw her inhibitions.

Their second kiss tasted like candy corn and was one neither would forget anytime soon.

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stanknotstark · 3 years ago

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5 Times You Shared a Bed with Loki and 1 Time You Made an Excuse to Share a Bed

Rubs hands together. Lets do this. 😈

One

It’s after a battle, to start.

Everyone is exhausted and Tony spent nearly two hours, two, arguing with the hotel concierge about the rooms. You and everyone else sat in the lobby letting Tony work his magic.

Tony comes back and gives everyone keys. When he stops in front of you he winces then says, “YouhavetosharearoomwithLoki.”

You blink at Tony slowly and he sighs, rubs a hand over his neck with a grimace on his face.

“You have to share a room with Loki because you’re the newbie.”

You look at the key card in Tony’s hands, up to Tony’s face, then over at Loki who sits napping while sitting up, his head tilted back on the wall while Thor talks to him about his battle he fought.

You grab the card from Tony and make your way to the gods. When you reach them you smile at Thor who goes quiet and stare at Loki. Loki who feels someone staring at him squints open one eye to look at you.

“What?” He says, trying to put malice behind it but he’s too tired, it comes out more of a sigh than anything.

“We’re sharing a room ‘cuz Tony doesn’t like you and I’m the newbie.”

Loki looks at you for a second, closes his eye, sighs, then opens his eyes and stands. He waves a hand indicating you to lead the way.

When you both get into the room there’s only one bed causing you and Loki to groan out loud.

“Tony, I swear to god.” You mumble.

“You’ll have to kill him before I do.” Loki says softly, flopping on the left side of the bed.

You don’t even think that you could call down to the lobby and order a cot. Why did that never cross your mind? In hindsight, you’re happy you didn’t think.

Instead, you strip to your panties and bra and climb into the right side of the bed, facing the wall. You do not care that you’re in your lingerie while sharing a bed with Loki, he can deal with it. You’re tired, don’t have your pajamas on hand, and you refuse to sleep in your suit.

When Loki finally gets up, he magics into pjs, and lifts the covers to see you nearly naked causing him to sigh again. When he’s comfortable under the covers he waves a hand into the air and you gasp as soft silk envelopes your body.

“Thanks.” You whisper into your pillow, nearly asleep.

Loki hums noncommittally and you both knock out.

Two

You both don’t talk about how you woke up facing each other but completely intertwined by the legs and arms the last time you shared a bed. So, when Tony tells you guys that it’s happening again you both give a little resistance.

“Listen, I shared a room with him last time, I think we should take turns.”

“You say that like it was atrocious to share a bed with me!” Loki says, you’re not really sure why he’s affronted you were all pretty tired from the battle today but not enough to be delusional.

“So you want to share a bed with me?” You throw at Loki who actually blushes.

“I didn’t say that!”

“It’s implied.” Tony throws in with a shrug.

Loki brings a hand up to his face and covers the irritated look that passes his face.

“Give me the damn card.” You grumble, swiping the card from Tony’s hand.

Tony gives you one more pitiful look then wanders off.

You grab Loki by the arm and pull him along. He gets the point and yanks his arm from your hand but still follows you.

When the door is closed you shut yourself in the bathroom and let Loki do whatever it is he wants to do in the room.

You close the toilet’s lid and sit there with your head in your hands.

You’re upset about this whole situation because you actually liked sharing a bed with Loki. He was warm but not overly, so you didn’t sweat when you woke up curled into his chest. When you woke up first, the last time you both shared a bed, you had looked at Loki and really appreciated his smooth features. He was a very handsome man when he wasn’t constantly sneering or frowning at you. Although Loki did arm his insults and sarcasm with barbs you enjoyed the bickering with the god. You liked Loki.

You liked liked Loki.

Fuck.

You only shared a bed once. What the hell is going on?

Maybe all your interactions had lead up to this and sharing the bed was the tip of the iceberg.

This is all Tony’s fault, you’ll tear him a new one, you think.

You shake your head, look up at the door and sigh.

Lets get this over with.

You stand and make your way outside of the bathroom to the bed. Loki lays under the covers staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head.

“Are you finished crying?” Loki asks with animosity.

You chuckle tiredly, “I wasn’t crying, I don’t hate sharing a bed with you, that’s why I spent so much time in there.” You say, starting to pull your clothes off.

When you’re slipping off your pants Loki says, “What?” Without looking at you.

“I kind of enjoy it, if I’m being honest.” You tell Loki, too tired to hide it anymore.

When you’re slipping under the covers Loki magics you into the same silk pjs as last time. You give a small thanks that goes unanswered.

You both lay in the bed, now facing in opposite directions, the lights off. You listen to the shallow breathing from both of you almost ripping through the air.

Loki makes the first move. You feel him turn around and stare at the back of your head. Then he gets confident and slides across the small space in between you both and brings his chest to your back. He puts one hand under your pillow your head lays on and the other hand slips over your waist. You relax into him and bring your arm to cover his arm over your waist.

Loki nuzzles into your neck.

“You smell like sweat.” He states after a few moments.

You laugh in shock and kick one of the legs he has intertwined with yours.

“If you don’t like it you don’t have to cuddle me.”

“I didn’t say I disliked it. It was a mere statement.” Loki says, his breath ghosting over your neck causing you to get chills.

“Goodnight, asshole.”

Loki chuckles softly but doesn’t answer.

Three

You both still refuse to talk about what has happened the two times you’ve shared a bed. By the next time you’re having to get a hotel room you both kind of hope you get paired together again.

Tony comes up to you and looks sheepish.

“Sharing a room again?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

Loki comes out of nowhere and scares you a bit when you feel his presence at your side but you refrain from jumping.

“Yes, but this time I ordered two beds.” Tony says.

You make yourself not deflate in front of Tony and smile at him instead, taking the card with a small thanks.

You don’t make a comment when Loki is tense beside you.

However, when you get to the room you smile wide.

There’s only one bed.

You look back at Loki who is looking at you with a smirk.

Loki raises his hand to magic you into pjs but you hold up a finger. “I need a shower first.” You say touching the sticky residue on your suit with a disgusted face.

Loki nods, magics your favorite silk pajamas into his hands then hands them to you to take into the bathroom.

You gladly take them and quickly shower. Loki figures he wouldn’t mind some hot water to relieve some of the stress from the battle earlier and takes a shower too.

When Loki comes out of the shower rubbing at his head with a towel, you gasp. He is in nothing but a towel that hangs dangerously low on his hips. You appreciate his lithe form, his creamy chest, the barely there abs. He even has a small happy trail of black hair that leads under the towel.

“Like what you see?” He snickers at your slacked jaw look.

“Is it not obvious enough?” You throw back at him.

Loki shakes his head and turns around. You see him throw the towel for his hair into the corner of the room then he drops the towel on his waist and bares his ass to you. You appreciate it for a second but turn around and face the wall with red cheeks.

When Loki climbs into the bed and snuggles into you he chuckles at seeing your still red cheeks.

“You are acting like an absolute virgin, darling.”

You let out a nervous giggle, “It’s not every day I see a god’s naked body, I apologize.”

Loki hums into your damp hair. “I could remedy that.”

You slap Loki’s hand that is wrapped around your waist.

“Go to sleep.” You tell the god.

“Good night, darling.”

Four

This time you’re pretty sure Tony does it because he has noticed Loki has become closer to you. Loki had taken to searching you out when he was bored around the tower and while he didn’t interact with you he appreciated your company of being in the same room.

Tony hands you the card with a smirk. You squint suspiciously at him but take it. You don’t even have to indicate to Loki to follow you, he just does.

Ok, so you’re realizing things are a little more obvious than originally thought.

When you reach the room you sit on the edge of the bed and look at your hands that fiddle in your lap.

“Loki?” You say in a small voice.

Loki lets out a sound of inquiry.

“Are-” You frown as you watch your fingers pick and rub your other fingers. “What’s happening?” You finally ask.

“What do you mean, darling?” Loki says as he slips under the covers and looks at your back while propped on his elbow.

You turn your body so you can face Loki but stay in your spot on the edge of the bed.

“What’s going on between us?” You ask, biting your lip.

Loki watches as you bite your lip, his eyes flickering to yours when you let go of it.

“If I’m to be honest...I’m not quite sure.” Loki says slowly.

You frown a little, your eyes looking at Loki but zoned out. You focus on him again when he clears his throat. Loki isn’t looking at you anymore, his other hand is now on top of the covers, playing with a piece of thread, his eyes following his fingers. “I do know I like you more than anyone else on the team. I do not have a bond with anyone else like I do with you. I can back off from these developing emotions if you would prefer?” Loki finishes a little wary.

You can’t help the pitiful sound that leaves your throat at the question. “No! I don’t mind, really,” You reassure when Loki looks at you a little doubtfully, “I just want to know what to label...us as. But I can live without knowing right now.”

Loki stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face but he quickly nods and lifts the covers, indicating for you to get in.

You stand and undress and join Loki, this time coming to him. When you’re both comfortable you’re facing each other. Your legs tangle with his, rubbing on his legs. your right arm is curled under the pillow and your head, your left makes a trail on Loki’s chest, exposed from his unbuttoned shirt.

Loki’s left hand is curled under his pillow like yours, his right comes up to grab your arm, trails up and intertwines his hand with yours and brings it down to the bed, in between you both.

“Would you mind if my feelings develop into something stronger?” Loki asks, his cool breath fanning over your face you’re so close to him.

Your eyes flicker to his but end up looking at his facial features, memorizing them as you think.

“No, I don’t mind.” You whisper.

Loki hums, his thumb caressing yours under the covers. “I’m assuming you have some feelings of your own?”

You give a little nod.

“Say it.” Loki demands in a gentle voice.

You look into his eyes and smile a little.

“I have feelings for you, Loki.”

Loki doesn’t quite smile but you can see the mirth in his eyes at the returned affection.

“Go to sleep, we have a early morning ahead of us.” You tell him but don’t close your eyes, you wait for him to close his first.

When he doesn’t right away you pout. Loki rolls his eyes with a smile but relaxes and closes his eyes. You follow him and both of you fall into sleep quickly, surrounded by warmth and comfort of someone else being there.

Five

This time you know Tony deliberately got you a shared room with one bed because you’re next to him when he orders the rooms. When he tells the concierge a room for two, one bed, you open your mouth. You quickly snap it shut when Tony looks at you with a raised brow, challenging you to challenge his decision.

Loki comes up and asks what the problem is, seeing as you’re glaring at Tony and Tony is now smirking at you.

“Nothing.” You snap at Loki, nodding your head to the concierge, telling Tony to continue on without words.

When Tony hands you your card he grabs you, leans in to whisper in your ear, “If I don’t hear you screaming his name out tonight I’m separating you two. It’s time to make it official.”

You gasp, slap Tony in the chest as he backs off with a nod to Loki, still smirking, and goes to give the rest of the team their cards.

As you and Loki ride up in the elevator Loki questions you.

“What did Tony tell you?” He asks

“Nothing important, he was just being an ass.” You give up lamely. You can tell Loki is even more curious now but you’re thankful he doesn’t push it.

Instead when you’re in the room you hesitate to undress yourself because your mind is revolving around the whole sex thing Tony brought up.

Loki obviously notices your hesitation because he points it out. “Tony said something that has obviously upset you. If it upsets you it concerns me. Tell me what he said.”

“It’s-” You sigh, bring a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes. “He made a sex joke and now I can’t help but think of you expecting sex out of this right now.”

Loki doesn’t say anything from his side of the bed. So, you drop your hand and look at him. He stands there with a raised brow but otherwise his face is passive.

“Look, I want sex with you, in time, but right now the whole subject makes me a little jumpy because I just don’t connect with people this fast and it makes me a little dizzy with how fast I’m starting to like you, like really like you and listen can you please say something so I’ll shut up?” You gasp out.

Loki chuckles, shaking his head he runs a hand through his hair then looks back up to you and finally speaks.

“While I do want sex out of this I will not push you, I do not expect it, I would rather wait till you’re confident in your choice because I want you to want me... Not to do something about the situation because someone else thinks you should be doing it.”

As Loki speaks you feel yourself relaxing, enough so to start undressing again. As you’re pulling your shirt off you smile at Loki.

“You’re perfect, you know that?”

“I’m concerned that you’re calling me perfect for something men should do, and say, without hesitation.”

You laugh a little breathlessly, you’re in the middle of falling for Loki, harder. “Ya, no, men here on Earth can be total d-bags about sex. You’re perfect.”

Loki scoffs, “As long as you don’t compare me to those men then we shall be fine.” He says as you both climb into bed and meet in the middle.

You’re a little too excited about the whole situation and as you reach Loki push into him to kiss him but you end up just hitting your face on his. Loki pulls back with a disgruntled look and you bring a hand up to hold your hurting face.

“Ow.”

Loki blows breath out of his nose and lightly grabs the hand over your face. You look at him as he pulls your hand under the covers and then brings his other hand up to cup your jaw.

“I believe this is what you were trying to do?” Loki asks as he leans in to your face slowly.

You can’t help but stare at his pink lips. He’s obviously going slow to give you an out but you glance to his eyes and see hesitation which causes you to lean in and capture his lips first, to show you want this, that you’re confident in your choice right now.

When your lips meet sparks don’t fly, you don’t naturally know how to kiss him just how he likes, the kiss is anything but elegant. However, when your lips meet you do melt inside, your body feels weak, your stomach has so many butterflies it makes you jittery, and you’re sure you would love to do this more so you could learn how to please Loki in every way possible.

You both pull from the kiss and Loki looks at you with adoration. You’re not sure what you look at him with, you’re still a bit dizzy, but it makes him smile as his thumb caresses your cheek.

“Good?” He whispers over your lips.

“Good.” You say in a small voice.

“Would you mind if I did it again?” Loki asks.

You feel yourself come back from cloud 9 and smirk at him.

“I wouldn’t be adverse to trying it again.” You say, almost in a sing-song voice.

Loki rolls his eyes, causing you to snicker, but he takes your lips into his again.

You both don’t get much sleep to say the least.

+ One

Things aren’t actually official but everybody knows because Loki is touching you a lot more. Not PDA per se, rather they notice that when he walks past you he will let a hand glide over the small of your back. When you stand near each other his pinky will search your hand out and purposely give small caresses. He also never fails to catch you when you fall during missions. He’s hovering a bit.

It’s obvious.

But Tony wasn’t lying about that whole sex thing apparently.

That pisses you off but you don’t say anything because it’s not necessarily official.

“You have your own room.” Tony says, giving you your card with nonchalance.

You quickly find Loki’s eyes, he’s a few feet away talking with Thor but stops talking at your worried look. He makes his way to you and Tony.

“Ah! Perfect, here’s your room card.” Tony exclaims, slamming the card to Loki’s chest a little too aggressive but quickly moves on to the rest of the team.

Loki frowns down at the card in his hands then up to you with a blank face. You look back at him but say nothing.

Both of you head to the elevator and when you reach your floor first, you don’t move to get out of the elevator. Instead you both stand there in silence staring at your cards.

Loki is the one to break the silence. “You know, an enemy might know our location and attack at a moments notice. I could stay in your room to better protect you if such an occurrence should happen.”

You let a wide smile break out over your face. You look at Loki. “I think I would feel better if you stayed with me. I don’t want to get hurt, you have a point.”

Loki smiles quickly and presses the button to open the elevator doors that had fallen shut, leaning across your front and as the doors open he looks back and smirks at you, leans back and holds out a hand for you to lead the way.

You both make your way to your room a little too excited and a little too fast but neither of you will speak up on the matter.

After tonight, you both decide it’s best to make it official.

#loki x reader #loki #my writing #loki odinson #5 times #5 times you shared a bed with loki and 1 time you made an excuse to share a bed #one shot #reader insert

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ptergwen · 3 years ago

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With that hurt prompt, please do 5 w Peter Parker x his best friend I can just already see him panicking and just decides to hold the reader close 😭

just breathe

warnings: some swearing and descriptions of nightmares eek

prompt: after acting happy and okay all day, A is haunted by vicious nightmares all night. B doesn’t know what to do and in a panic wakes them up and holds them close.

a/n: yooooo bestie peter is my fave thank you for sending this in :,(

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peter sports a wide grin as he licks a stripe up the ice cream cone you two are sharing. you’re sat side by side in a booth at the parlor. you’d decided on getting one scoop of cookies and cream, one scoop of cookie dough — it’s both your favorites.

“your turn,” peter beams, holding out the cone to you. “eh, no thanks. i’m not that hungry,” you offer a small smile. he purses his lips. “that’s like saying the sky’s not blue. come on, have a bite.”

he waves the ice cream around, urging you to take it. you push his hand back with a sigh.

“i don’t bite my ice cream, peter,” you manage a laugh. peter rolls his eyes playfully. “well, i do.” he proves it by chomping a big oreo chunk out of the side, you cringing. “that’s because your freaky super senses are, like, numb to the cold or something,” you insist. “yup! can’t feel a thing,” peter agrees, his mouth full of vanilla.

you grab him a napkin when some dribbles to his chin. he mutters a thank you and blots himself off. your response is a low hum, the smile on your face from before vanishing. peter instantly notices.

you’re right here, but you seem to be somewhere else.

“what’s wrong?” peter wonders, setting down the ice cream in an empty bowl. his eyebrows knit together. “nothing!” you chirp back. “i’m just tired. i, um, haven’t been sleeping too great lately.”

peter definitely knows what that’s like. it’s hell, to put it simply.

gently, he elbows your side. “aw, why didn’t you tell me? got a few tricks up my sleeve for that.” you wrap your arms around his torso, craving the contact and the warmth he radiates. “i dunno. i didn’t think it was that serious. happens to everyone, right?”

“no, y/n/n. it’s not supposed to, at least,” peter chuckles, slinging an arm around your back. “let’s get outta here, hm? we have much more important matters of business to attend to.” you lay your head on his shoulder and peer up at him. “like what?”

he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “we’re taking a nap. fuck a bitch called insomnia.” your lips curve into a frown. “pete, no. i can’t. i’ve tried to, but it never ends well.” peter gives you a pat on the back. “nonsense, you got me now. i’ll even check under the bed for monsters.”

if he only knew.

“can you actually?” you grin hopefully, peter meeting your gaze. “absolutely. it would be my honor.” that puts you more at ease. “you’re such a good friend… the best,” you murmur and lean into him more. he rests his head atop yours with a smile you don’t see.

“alright, my little night owl. we should get going.”

you two skip your way back to peter’s place, greeting aunt may before he drags you into his room for your nap.

you’re not looking forward to the sleeping part. you are looking forward to the sharing a bed with peter part, though. he’s a cuddler.

“ok,” peter claps his hands. “warm milk, extra blankets, and we’re officially in a monster free zone,” he lists off, fluffing the pillow under your head. “missing anything?” you reach up for one of his hands. “yeah, you.”

laughing softly, peter squeezes your hand and takes your half full mug of warm milk. he puts it down on his desk.

“mm, i’m coming. scooch,” peter commands, you moving over so there’s a space for him. he gets under the covers and pulls them up around you both. you prop your chin in your hand, watching him.

peter turns on his side to face you, with open arms and a smirk. “what are you waiting for? spoon me,” he prompts. you scoff. “what’s the magic word?” his nose scrunches up. “please… and thank you.”

satisfied with that, you loop your arms around peter’s middle and give him your cheesiest smile. he smiles back, his arms circling around your waist loosely.

“this alright?” peter murmurs, searching for your eyes. you nod in response. “more than. thank you, peter.”

he tilts his head down and lets his lips brush your forehead feather lightly. that earns a yawn from you, peter biting back another grin.

“sweet dreams, sleepyhead,” he wishes you, his voice a whisper. you easily drift off soon after.

not too much later, peter finds himself jolting awake. his spidey senses are going haywire. he’s not sure why because everything seems fine, so he figures it might be a false alarm and tries to fall back asleep.

then, he feels you twitching in his arms.

your whole body stiffens against his, muffled whimpers leaving your lips. tears stream down your cheeks in your sleep as you unconsciously clutch onto peter for dear life.

peter realizes what’s going on and immediately springs to action.

you’re having a nightmare. a vivid one, too. no wonder you haven’t been sleeping well.

“y/n?” peter calls your name, his eyes wide and heart beating faster. you only grip onto him tighter. “y/n…” peter calls your name again. your tears are wetting your face, broken sobs absolutely destroying him. you’re shaking almost violently, and he feels so helpless.

“y/n… y/n, wake up!” peter nearly shouts, you jumping out of his arms with a squeal. your crying stops momentarily, but starts back up when you remember the horrifying images your own mind just concocted.

peter sits up next to you, quietly so as not to startle. “hey, hey, hey,” he coos, you gasping and snapping your head in his direction. you let out a shaky breath upon seeing it’s only him.

“peter…” you croak, throwing your arms around him. he cradles the back of your head, your face hidden in the crook of his neck. “i got you, y/n. i got you,” he assures and secures his other arm around your trembling form. his fingers carefully twist in your locks, you hiccuping as you struggle for air.

“i got you,” peter repeats more firmly, slowly rocking you. “just breathe, y/n/n. in and out.” you make an attempt, although it’s choppy. he strokes your hair, you grasping at the thin material of his t-shirt.

“it was so scary, peter. i… i was…” you can’t get your words out. you’re in shock. “we don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready,” peter says in a hushed tone, hugging you flush against him. “however long it takes… i’m not going anywhere.”

and, he doesn’t. he stays up with you late into the night, wipes away your fresh tears and grounds you with his kind words as many times as you need to hear them.

peter really is the best, even better.

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland angst

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br-kker · 2 years ago

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I've been waiting a long ass time to write Shinsou's birthday headcannons, and here we are! It's time to see how you'd meet and date everyone's favorite sleep-deprived child!

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou X Reader (gender neutral).

Media: My Hero Academia.

Content and/or Warnings: Language, mentions of sex (all characters are aged up to legal age), sleep-depravity, cats.

The Meetup

You and Hitoshi met in class.

Let's pretend for a moment that he is in Class 1-A, for convenience sake.

There's 22 people, and 11 pairs are formed randomly thanks to Aizawa. He put people together based on who really need to work together (cough Bakugo and Deku) or people who could bounce off each other well.

Falling into the latter of the two, that's how you and Hitoshi ended up paired together.

You've seen him around school and know of his reputation: "Evil."

Sure, he looks a little intimidating, but you never thought he was bad because he has a "villainous" Quirk.

After some time of working in silence, you decided to compliment him. "Good job for getting into the Hero Course. You were very misplaced."

He looked up and gave you a little smile. "Thanks." but then quickly dove back into his work.

"No, I'm serious. Mr. Aizawa is right: The entrance exams aren't effective." You stated, which led to a conversation with Hitoshi about Quirks, UA, and eventually anything but the task at hand.

After the exchanging of numbers, you both left school with the gladness of making a new friend.

Late Night Adventures

We all know Hitoshi gets .2 hours of sleep, so depending on your sleep schedule you either stay up at night talking to him or get a text message when you wake up.

When you do pull all-nighters (of course assuming every night isn't already an all-nighter), you spend it walking around town or in a coffee shop that is still open.

If there's nothing open, then it's late night chats in the dorm rooms.

Both of you spar and train together at least once a week.

I can see the both of y'all passing notes to each other in class and generally bullshitting around.

Ok, but I can see Hitoshi being a book guy, so sometimes you two get together and read

This man is a park kind of guy, so frequent walks in the park.

I dunno why, but I can see you guys passing answers to each other during a test.

Like, your bag is open and you can see the answers that you wrote down and he has a water bottle on the floor with the answers on it.

Anyway, late night study sessions.

You two are the kind of friends where one of y'all will start to do something stupid and the other is like "Don't do that!" while recording.

Sleepy Kisses

Damn, the title of this part sounds good for a story title.

So, it's another late night get together with Hitoshi and it started off as normal.

Somewhere down the road, you laid your head on his shoulder (something you both had been doing for some time) while zoning in and out of consciousness.

Hitoshi, who has been crushing on you for a bit, decides to boldly kiss your head. He completely believe you were asleep.

However, his thoughts were shattered when he heard a sleepy "Feels good..." from you.

So, he then kissed your forehead, causing you to giggle a bit. He then kissed your nose, and lifted your chin up to meet your lips.

The feeling of sleepy kisses felt better than crack cocaine, you thought as you run your fingers through his indigo hair.

You two could've remained like that forever, but thankfully you guys have plenty of time for sleepy kisses.

Speaking of...

The Sleep-Deprived Couple

Sleepy kisses!!

There's this adorable oneshot I found that involves Hitoshi and Reader kissing sleepily, and it's adorable. I'll link it right here.

Give it some love, please.

But yeah, you two constantly share sleepy kisses.

Hitoshi is a peck kind of guy, I believe, so I feel he'll just randomly peck you on the lips or cheek.

Oh yeah, PDA is maybe a 3?

You guys hold hands in public, and we discussed the aforementioned pecks, but that's about it.

Late night drives and stargazing. That's it.

I made headcannons of Hitoshi dating an insomniac reader, so if you want to read them it's right here, but I'll give a shortened version of it.

If you two are up by 10 pm, expect a trip to the local 7/11, various activities, and cuddling.

This boy is a cuddlebug; he is on you like white on rice in bed.

Speaking of, Hitoshi adores sleepy sex.

Before you go crazy, I'm not talking about somnophilia. I'm talking about the both of you being tired and both of you deciding to do the do.

This dude is very handsy. Like, his hands are all over your body.

I can't remember who said it, but someone on this site said that he is the god at giving oral and I can't get it out of my mind.

Staying up until 3 am watching movies or binge-watching a show.

Wearing his hoodies/sweaters CONSTANTLY!!!

I feel like he's a blueberry kind of dude, so you give him blueberry related stuff.

He likes to give you various small gifts. It ranges from your favorite candy to a shirt.

Overall, dating Hitoshi is a very chill time.

Birthday Special!

Hitoshi tends to keep his birthday lowkey. He doesn't want anything expect an acknowledgement that it is his birthday.

Alright, you respect his wishes. So, you wake up, give him a good morning kiss, tell him happy birthday, and that's that.

You got a little trick up your sleeve, however. You're gonna give him something for his birthday.

You go out, get the stuff, and come home to a confused Hitoshi.

"(N/N), what's all this?" He asks. You ignore him and pull out a blueberry cake that says 'Happy birthday 'Toshi' and sing the happy birthday song to him.

(If you've seen "The Way of the Househusband, that segment is similar to Tatsu celebrating Miku's birthday.)

"Why did you-" He was cut off by a 'Mrreow.'

"No..." You nodded, and he ran to the pet carrier that had a cat in it.

That might have been one of the only times you seen him cry.

Now for your birthday. Hitoshi doesn't want to have a big party. He wants to keep your birthday lowkey like his.

For your birthday, you tend to invite a few friends over and you all chill together, so he's cool with that.

He wants to get you something nice, though. Remember how I said he likes giving you small gifts? It might come into play here.

All your friends left to give you and Hitoshi one-on-one time. Now's the chance for him to give you the gift.

What was the gift? A bracelet (of course, up to your interpretation) that you had been eyeing for some time.

You smiled a big smile and hugged him tightly. "I love you, 'Toshi!"

(A/N: Man, these were kinda hard to write! I hope I did fairly good on these, and I really want blueberry cake. Speaking of...)

Hitoshi, the Night Owl

You don't mind Hitoshi staying up and all that, but you do get a bit concerned when he always stays up until 4 am, and sometimes not even getting any sleep.

He shrugs it off and tells you that he's fine, but you insist that he get at least one good night sleep.

He agrees, and everything is normal. Or so you think.

At about one in the morning, you have to go use the bathroom. You walk out the bathroom and stop in your tracks.

There's Hitoshi, sitting on a chair with the cat on his shoulder. An uneaten slice of blueberry cake is next to him while he's scrolling aimlessly on his phone.

You clear your throat and he turns to look at you. "Oh, hey." He gives you a lopsided grin.

"C'mon, get your ass in bed."

He looks back at his phone and says, "You can't remove the night ow- hey!"

You cut him off by grabbing his hand and dragging him onto the bed, the cat nestling in between you.

"Sometimes, I don't like you."

"I love you too."

(A/N: Boom, that's my influx of headcannons done until at least a month! We're already in July?! That's bonkers, man. Well, thanks for reading my three sets of headcannons in the span of five days! I don't care how many updoots they get, I'm just glad that at people take the time to read my work. Not to get sappy or anything, but I noticed how many updoots I got on a single oneshot and was like "Woah!"! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my writing for this sleepy child, and tune in for Jiro's birthday headcannons (and coincidentally my birthday) on August 1st!

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

#anime #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso headcanons #hitoshi shinsou headcannons

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leviiattacks · 3 years ago

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Seven minutes in Heaven with Physics Major Levi

author note :: i lost the ask but anon i do not know what this is. reading it sounded better in my head but physics major levi with reader who likes him is that a good description???? HM ANYWAY enjoy it’s not too great i’ve been revising nonstop for exams but i might as well have finished this off for the anon who requested it :-)

word count :: 2.5k probably... hm who knows maybe 3k

when you and levi become friends it’s definitely unexpected to say the least. everyone is naturally very confused by the peculiar pairing. levi doesn’t really... go out of his way to befriend anyone really??? so for him to approach you in the middle of the library and start talking about how he noticed you shared a class together was out of the ordinary

the flow of the conversation is a little awkward at first, you’re revising for a final exam and don’t really appreciate the disruption but you’re not confident enough to tell him to leave.

at one point an awkward silence drifts between the two of you until he points out you’ve completely RUINED your notes and have been looking over the wrong lectures for the up and coming physics exam

later on into the night levi’s stood sighing next to you. he tells you to take your pick from the pot noodle section — “hey, i know we literally just met but i’m telling you a chicken pot noodle is gonna make you feel better.”

you’re so distraught that he has to pick it up for you and pay

and that is how you and levi become friends !!!

if it’s of any relevance yes you passed the final (all because of levi giving you his organised binder full of notes and telling you to make use of it)

you know it just sorta happens but through all of the all nighters you’ve pulled with levi by your side you become used to his presence nearby. in fact most of the the time it’s difficult to even find you anywhere without him. you’re both practically joined at the hip

levi’s pretty protective of you, hates the whole party scene but is willing to tag along if you’re going. at first you think it’s because he feels more comfortable stepping out of his comfort zone if you’re there with him but his intentions become more evident later on

any time someone makes you uncomfortable he’s by your side, if you happen to get into any sort of trouble he’s the person people call to help you because who else knows you the way levi does?

currently you and levi are at another party, you tend to keep to yourself and only ever talk to your close friends. it’s also not like you to partake in games, you’re far too nervous to play anything like seven minutes in heaven but for some reason you find yourself wanting to take part JUST this once

maybe it’s the fear of never making fun memories to tell your future children about

then again why on earth would you be telling your children about your experience kissing a random man in a closet??

either way, participating shouldn’t hurt!!! you’ve got to loosen up a little!!!

levi’s a little surprised you agree to play nevertheless he still sits next to you, the both of you have your legs crossed on the floor, your knees are touching and you aren’t sure if he feels the same warm sensation that you feel. it bubbles in the pit of your stomach – you feel oddly content

“levi!! anyone you want the bottle to land on ???” hange a mutual friend of yours leans in handing him the glass bottle

levi gives the bottle a disgusted look before his gaze flicks over to you.

“i’m only here because of y/n, i ‘m not playing.”

that doesn’t satisfy hange and they begin to groan complaining that he can’t stay unless he spins the bottle

“look you don’t have to do anything in the closet, okay??” hange’s begging him at this point, he’s still holding up pretty well and for some reason you’re disappointed. it’s almost like you hoped he’d spin the bottle just so it would land on you

levi takes notice of your frown and guesses you want him to be included, he isn’t one for games like these but if it’ll make you happy so be it. there’s still the chance it’ll land on you and his thought process falters for a second.

he thinks he really wouldn’t mind if the bottle landed on you and so he ends up nodding and agreeing to play.

anyway it’s not as if he isn’t guilty of imagining the two of you being a little more than friends

ok wait!!!! it’s completely innocent HE SWEARS!!!!

he’s never told you about it but sometimes he thinks if he was a little more straightforward that day at the library and asked for your number MAYBE just MAYBE his intentions would be clearer and he wouldn’t be stuck in the friend zone for this long

he should’ve used a stupid physics pick up line he knows you love those

something like – “i’m attracted to you more than an electron’s attracted to a proton.”

or maybe — “i’d fall for you even in the absence of gravity”

ok... maybe you wouldn’t have got that one considering you were revising the wrong content and probably forgot about that topic

he can’t imagine himself saying those things but if it would make you finally see him as a potential love interest and not a best friend he wouldn’t mind having to force it out

but still it’s not really a secret that levi has a soft spot for you, literally everyone can see it. when has he ever gone out of his way to save a seat for anyone? when has he ever willingly gone to a party? WHEN has levi actually let someone lay their head on his shoulder??

he only ever let’s you do that stuff

let’s actually discuss the head on his shoulder thing!!!

whenever finals approach you’re always sucked in by huge amounts of work and barely get to sleep, levi’s always hovering over your shoulder reminding you to catch a few hours but of course you don’t listen. you think you’ll be just fine if you rely on an energy drink and two hours of sleep to get by

but levi knows you better than you know yourself. it’s hour seven into the day and you’re already dozing off in your seat. slowly but gradually your head tilts forward. levi’s sitting across you contemplating whether or not he should prop your head back up like a nice friend would or if he should wait for you to smack your forehead right into the solid oak table.

he ends up making his decision last minute, your head flies towards the table and if it were anyone else he’d just let them jolt awake from the harsh impact but it’s you and his body won’t let him ignore you.

on reflex his hand flies out and in the matter of a split second he’s holding your head back. he’s surprised you haven’t woken up and he’s even more surprised he bothered to help you

before that happens levi knows he likes you, he knows he enjoys your company, he’s aware you make him happy but he thinks he’s willing to just be friends with you because clearly you don’t want to pursue anything.

you haven’t even flirted with him before aside from the witty “you remind me of an exothermic reaction” joke that you made one time

oh and there’s also the additional fact that you had a boyfriend up until quite recently so he’s sure you don’t see him romantically

honestly he’s fine with not dating you but something about seeing you overwork yourself like that has him simmering in anger. if he were your boyfriend he would have forced you into bed whether you liked it or not

if he were your boyfriend he’d never break up with you because he “found someone better.” he can’t even manage to imagine anyone better than you.

levi shuffles into the seat next to yours and places your head onto his shoulder. a few students shoot him questioning looks but the deadly glare he sends back is enough to deter them from coming any closer

it’s a little funny actually, by the time you wake up you’re rubbing at your eyes, you don’t even notice how close levi is to you until his hot breath fans across your neck. it seems like he’s dozed off whilst trying to make notes on fluid dynamics

wait

levi. right. next. to. your. neck.

should you move????

no, he might wake up he barely sleeps and you don’t want to mess up his schedule even more

that day you choose to drift off back to sleep as if you never woke up to his breath against your neck.

“OHHHH LEVI LANDED ON Y/N????”

your head shoots up NOW you’ve completely been dragged away from your thoughts.

“lucky for you both. guess you won’t have to do anything and stand there for seven minutes. told ya levi there was nothing to worry about B-)”

hange without warning pulls you both up by your arms, you’ve yet to see levi’s reaction, you’re too stunned to have noticed his slack jaw or wide eyes

“HAVE FUN!”

and with that said and done you and levi are shoved into the cleaning closet

“well, i’m glad it landed on you. i won’t have to do anything.” levi seems happy as can be, you don’t really know why but it stings a little

he doesn’t even seem to stop for a second to wonder if you’d maybe want to do anything

are you just not his type ????

hange once told you levi liked organised people and well,, you’re anything but organised. you’d probably pass out from the work load of your physics lectures if not for levi always helping you out

scowling to yourself you try to ignore just how awkward the situation is until levi plops down on the floor in front of you

“you okay?” he asks looking genuinely concerned

“i- yeah i’m good.”

your eyes dart away trying to look at anything but him. you can’t deny he looks good today, you actually helped him slick his hair back - the entire time he complained about the hair gel feeling weird but he looks great and now you can’t even stare at him for more than a second

“i’m guessing you’d have preferred if the bottle landed on someone else.��

leaning forward without even noticing it you aggressively deny what he says. “NO!!! i like being stuck here with you.”

levi looks stunned by your outburst but nods “oh, did you feel pressured to join the game? we can leave if you want—”

“no, no i– you aren’t– oh god i mean, look. i can explain– do i need to explain???”

completely choking up in front of him and sputtering before slamming your lips shut and saying absolutely nothing is probably one of the most awkward things you’ve done in your ENTIRE existence

levi reaches out for your knee, something that’s usually seen as him being friendly only feels intimate tonight. his thumb strokes comforting circles into your skin. the situation doesn’t make it any better, essentially you’re meant to be making out with him right now

“is something bothering you?”

there it is again. that look. he only seems more concerned than before and you hate yourself for not even thinking about your friendship before you open your mouth.

“do you not want to kiss me because we’re best friends or is it something else?”

there it is. you’ve said it.

you see levi’s face contort from a mix of confusion to what looks like disgust then shock. screwing your eyes shut you know you’ve ruined everything now. he’s never going to speak to you, never going to approach you again. you’re mentally preparing for him to ditch you at this party right here right now

but then you notice his hand still steadily placed on your knee, he’s now stopped with the circles, his grip is bruising

“do you want me to kiss you?”

his question isn’t really expected, it helps you find the courage to look your best friend in the eye.

it’s pretty dark but you can still make out the familiar shadows of his face. the butterflies rush up from your stomach all the way to your throat.

mild regret fills you, usually his curtains obscure his piercing gaze but the way you’ve styled his hair gives him a better view of you, there’s nowhere for you to hide

not even stopping to think about the possibility of him teasing you right now, all you care about is telling him the truth. you’ve come all the way here you may as well finish off what you’ve started

“would you be mad if i said i’d like it if you did?”

levi doesn’t need any more confirmation than that, he swoops in yanking you by your waist. his knees are still pressed against the floor and so you find yourself leaning down into his mouth and craning your neck downwards

his chest is completely pressed against yours. the drumming of your heart is so loud you feel self conscious but levi’s soft lips moving against yours distract you from that

not even ten seconds in and you feel out of breathe but not in an overwhelming way. levi’s pace isn’t at all what you imagined it to be like. he’s soft and slow yet calloused and rough around the edges, some how he still manages to make the kiss sweet

his left hand leisurely travels to the small of your back, the other hand now caresses your cheek. his fingertips are anything but soft but the way he handles you is tender and endearingly delicate.

you smile into the kiss and almost instantly levi’s lips tug upwards too. his take on seven minutes in heaven is quite easily the most romantic thing you’ve been subjected to. instead of a passionate make out you’ve been given a honeyed introduction to a new side of him

the kiss ends much quicker than you anticipate, you open your mouth to whine and convince levi that the two of you should still have a solid minute left before hange returns but he presses his index finger against your lips

“later. i promise.” his voice is heavy and if his blushed cheeks are anything to go by he’s thoroughly enjoyed your session together

at his reassurance you comply and take the time to have a better look at him

his lips are wet – some of your lip gloss has clearly stuck to him. his hair isn’t as well styled as it was before, seeing him like this makes you feel a surge of confidence. you know you did that to him.

so... what is someone to do with a sudden boost in confidence?

hit your new possible love interest with a pick up line :-) !!!

“heyyy so i know the spring constant of my mattress, would you be interested in taking some data with me?”

slapping your shoulder lightly he’s yet to gain his composure back, levi’s genuinely out of breathe now trying to steady himself and your comment doesn’t do him any favours that’s for sure

“my god you have no sham–”

without warning the door to your left swings open you and levi flinch trying to scramble away from eachother only to fail, hange marches in before stopping dead in their tracks.

all they see is levi knelt in front of you, hair disheveled huffing like his life depends on it

then their focus shifts to you, you’re sure some of your makeup has smudged and the entire scenario looks suspicious

levi seems as if he’s about to warn hange to not tell anyone and keep this a secret for now but they sprint away before any of you have the opportunity to ask for some privacy

not even ten seconds later a collision can be heard alongside a series of thuds and then hange’s yelling towards the end of the hallway “GUYS??? THEY ACTUALLY DID IT???”

for some reason the cheers coming from the living room warm your heart

you guess your friends figured out the direction of your relationship long before you and levi did :-)

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Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Sick

word count: 5.4k

warnings: mention of scoliosis, sickness, dizziness, angst + fluff

A/N: Hi everyone! I can't believe this is my first sick fic but I just had to do one with Wilhemina x Reader. If anyone would like to see some more, I might do a series of these with Cordelia or Ally or even Billie. (Let me know)

This is dedicated to a very special person I met on Tumblr- I hope you remember to take a break from time to time and look after yourself! ✨

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''If you decide to go into work, it's at your own risk, don't come running to me afterwards, if you don't feel well'' Wilhemina's harsh words ring through your ears as you stand by your desk, trying to focus on the tasks ahead. All you can feel, as your hand wanders to the table, desperately looking for some support to not lose balance, to not give your legs the power to stop supporting you and to fight your body from giving up and letting exhaustion win.

In reality, Wilhemina's words weren't supposed to come out as harsh and rushed as they did, her stern and cold tone and demeanor, only a defensive mechanism for the woman, trying to hide her true feelings that are buried deep within her soul. She meant to protect you, from yourself mostly but also the sickness and the flu that had come knocking about a week ago, but you being stubborn pushing it away as if it wasn't real or meaningful.

However, as you stand by your desk, trying hard not to lose balance, you realize that all along Wilhemina had been right and you should have listened. The times, she told you to stop working so much and doing over hours as your job demanded it, the times she told you that making her a bath or cooking dinner isn't necessary that day. The times she told you to take care of yourself and simply lie down but you wouldn't listen, always caring more about everyone else's wellbeing, especially the redheads than your own.

''Miss Y/L/N, have you finished your assigned task yet by chance?'' you hear the voice of your boss, as she enters and you wish she didn't, as her voice only adds to the throbbing pain in your head, causing your vision to blur and everything to feel even more unbearable than it already does.

With all the fight and strength left in you, you manage to turn around and grab the folder, handing it to her with shaky hands. You had always been good at hiding, either fighting battles of sickness or overwhelming thoughts, drowning in your own emotions deep down but remaining to keep a perfect facade and smile to the people on the outside, so they didn't understand and learn your true feelings as you see no reason to bother them with it. However, no matter how much you try and hide this and pretend that you aren't consumed by sickness fighting your body, it's very visible in your features.

Even though your boss is a very hectic person, always caring about performing well and getting work done as ''efficiently and quickly as possible'' as she repeats on a daily basis, even she manages to notice your fragile state. Your face, which is usually filled with light and warm smiles, doesn't just lack the genuine smile and warmth but also color as you are incredibly pale. She quickly connects the dots, noticing how your hand is gripping around the desk still and how your other hand is shaking uncontrollably.

''Miss Y/L/N, are you feeling alright?'' you hear her ask before your eyes feel heavier as the exhaustion is slowly creeping up on you and you have trouble concentrating on what is happening, as you feel more in a dream-like state. For a moment, everything seems to pause and you only snap out of it when you feel some weight pressing on your shoulders and someone forcing you to sit down on a chair they pulled closer.

Only as you force your eyes open, slightly confused and dumbfounded at what is happening, you realize it's your boss making you sit down and walking to the other end of the room to get some water for you. ''Miss Y/L/N while I appreciate your determination, you should have called in sick this morning'' she explains, while handing you a glass of water with a compassionate smile but the concern visible in her features. ''I just wanted to-to finish the'' you start but stop midway as you feel sick at the pure sensation of water in your mouth, let alone swallowing it.

''I understand but you need some rest, that much is plain, need me to call someone for you?'' she asks but you instantly tense, knowing your girlfriend Wilhemina will definitely not be amused if she has to pick you up from work, after explicitly telling you not to go in the first place, this morning and last night. Not to mention, she is at her own workplace, having to deal with her own piles of work, her constant back pain, and two idiot bosses on top of it all.

''No I am ok- okay'' you manage to get the words out and force your best smile, knowing if you aren't going to be convincing enough, she might not let you leave without calling someone. ''Very well but you better not show your face here, until you are truly better'' she warns, with a little smile, knowing how determined you are, and while she appreciates your work attitude a lot, she knows you tend to overwork yourself and forgetting to take care of yourself in the process.

Taking a deep breath, you somehow manage to prop yourself up and grab your bag, taking slow but steady steps towards the exit and the bus stop. As you walk through the corridor, momentarily blinded by the bright lights flickering, you are well aware you shouldn't attempt to get on the bus, considering there is still a little walk back to yours and Wilhemina's apartment but you could never bother your girlfriend with this, not because she told you so in the first place but because you need to remain stable and alright.

As you walk through exit and towards the bus stop, you feel some droplets of rain on your skin and instantly shiver a little as the cold water only adds to the uncomfortable feeling. Focussing on your vision and the bus timetable as you actually don't know the times because you would usually never leave work after two hours, the dizziness momentarily passes a little as the thoughts become overwhelming. Waves of uncomfortable thoughts crash into your brain, with no way of stopping ''What if they will fire me, what if people will be disappointed in me, what if Wilhemina hates me?''.

You try your best to take deep breaths and push the thoughts away but the only thing usually helpful at keeping the storm and waves of emotions at bay, is the woman you are trying to hide this from. Usually, she could tell by how stressed or anxious you seem and without addressing it much, she will just pull you into her arms or let your exhausted body rest on her lap, the soft hums and stroking her fingers through your hair, stopping the thoughts momentarily.

''Are you getting on Miss?'' you hear a male unfamiliar voice, snapping you out of your thoughts and noticing that somehow the bus already arrived and you blink a few times, confused whether you just stood there for ages, unable to focus on anything in reality anymore or if it just happened to arrive so quickly. ''Miss?'' he tries again, his voice now showing a slight sign of impatience. Your mind automatically connects it with Wilhemina's impatience whenever you would just admire her, completely taken back by her beauty and features and the same agitation in her voice, as she would try to speak to you.

''Yes,'' you quickly say and get on the bus, showing your ticket like you would every morning. Finally collapsing onto the nearest seat you can find, leaning your head against the window and closing your eyes, you feel some of the exhaustion fade as you sit on a comfortable surface. Your thoughts wander back to Wilhemina and it suddenly dawns on you that you haven't even texted her your usual good morning text yet or checked-in how her work is going. A small part of you wants to avoid any confrontation with her today as you are still worried, she will be mad at you.

After all, maybe you could avoid all the questions and confrontation if you simply lied. Of course, you are fully aware it won't be easy to lie to your girlfriend, especially with her always being able to tell but you wonder if you could somehow pull it off. Pretending to still be at work and only got off work a bit earlier, not to worry her and not to argue, as she did tell you after all not to come running to her.

Deciding on actually messaging her and pulling your phone out of your bag, you realize it was a mistake as soon as the bright screen blinds your vision yet again. All you could see before your eyes force shut, is Wilhemina's name on your screen but you can't begin to read the messages as your fragile state isn't allowing you to do so. Deciding on dealing with that later, you rest your head against the window and zone out for a while, trying hard not to fall asleep on the bus and end up somewhere entirely opposite to your direction and final stop- home.

Part of you doesn't remember how you ended up in bed a while later, your brain too tired to remember the details of getting off the bus at the right stop and walking aimlessly for a few minutes before you found yourself in front of your shared apartment. Thankfully, along the way, your subconsciousness took over and guided your body home safely, as you were in no state to focus on much anymore, your body on autopilot mode.

As soon as your tired body finally comes into contact with your mattress, pulling the blanket closer to your face and snuggling up comfortably, you feel relieved, and before any more waves of overwhelming thoughts arrive, your body finally allows itself to rest and you fall into a deep slumber. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered to set an alarm for in a few hours, making sure you would be awake for when Wilhemina would return, even in your sleepy and sick state, still keeping track of everything and keeping your perfect facade up.

However, whenever you try and protect everyone around you, considering every detail perfectly you tend to ignore yourself in the process and checking in on how you are feeling or how decisions might affect you. As a result, you didn't just take a small nap like intended, you fell asleep, sleeping off most of the fever and letting your tired body fight the illness. However, due to your state, you fail to wake up from the alarm or wake up to Wilhemina coming home from work, a little early as she couldn't reach you all day, not the usual lunchtime call or messages you would sent her, no matter how busy you are.

As soon as Wilhemina unlocks the door, discarding her small purple handbag on the table, she walks through the apartment in an effort to find you, her cane hitting the floor hard and with a heavy force, reflecting what she is feeling inside. Of course, she had known you haven't been feeling well and not only hiding it from her but also trying to push through like you usually would. The redhead didn't mean to lash out at you or use the harsh words she did in the end but your actions and behavior reminded the sometimes stern woman of her own behavior. Always ignoring her back pain and pushing through endless emails or documents on her desk, regretting it the same day or days later when the pain felt unbearable, and yet she still hid it from everyone.

She was trying to look out for you, the times she told you not to go in, take a break, and also when she said she wouldn't be there. Of course, she would, Wilhemina loves you and her love for you has been both the most confusing and strong thing she has ever felt for anyone. You had crashed into Wilhemina's life like a thunder, unexpected, and with heavy force, she had no idea the day you walked into her life, it would change everything. It didn't just change Wilhemina herself and being able to open up slowly, it also allowed her to feel emotions and understand them as something positive and not something you should try and hide or avoid at all costs. From day one you had brought out her soft side, allowing those walls to tumble down and letting the light and love into her life as her heart has been a dark and lonely place for long enough.

Her first stop is the kitchen, hoping deep down she wouldn't find you cooking in there, or the dining room with a meal prepared, as she wouldn't want you to overwork yourself even more after work. After not finding you there, she checks the bathroom but no sign of you either, only to finally be met with the bedroom in complete darkness. Slightly dumbfounded, she switches the light on, the lamp slowly filling the room with light and exposing your fragile, shivering body on the bed.

Wilhemina's heart almost breaks at the sight, seeing you in such discomfort and knowing at the same time it must be bad if you voluntarily went to bed early and skip the usual responsibilities that aren't actually your chores or Wilhemina expecting them of you but you thinking that regardless. She slowly approaches the bed, her cane hitting the floor very carefully and quiet now, sure to not wake you up in the process, as she wouldn't want to startle you or add to the discomfort you are in.

She finds you wrapped in a blanket, still wearing the clothes you had left in this morning and Wilhemina knows if you willingly did that, you must have felt awful when you returned home. Her hand wanders closer to your face, gently tucking at the blanket so she can take a look at your face. She gasps a little when she sees how pale you are, droplets of sweat on your forehead at the same time and her heart breaks at the sight, seeing her little one in this much pain and distress.

For a moment the redhead debates what to do as she has never been great at taking care of anyone or allowing people to take care of herself. As a child, she was often told not to exaggerate, that her back pain isn't that bad, that it doesn't need checking out from doctors and that she just has to deal with it. Eventually, she started to believe it and the emotional abuse she suffered in her young years, combined with the pain, made the redhead believe that she isn't worthy of affection or love or someone taking care of her. Even till this day, she barely allows you to help her out with her pains, not liking the fact anyone would show her the affection and tender care that was lacking in her younger years.

Gently, her hand reaches for your forehead, her rational thinking kicking in now to determine the state and severity of your illness. As soon as the back of her palm comes into contact with your forehead, she gasps, her facial expression changing from concerned and wishing she could just cure you right there, into worrying and shock. Her nostrils flare as she has no idea how you managed to get through the last hours and at the same time feeling angry, that you kept her in the dark and didn't call her. A small part of Wilhemina understands however, as she would have done the same thing, hide, keep the perfect smile and pretend like nothing is bothering her.

Wilhemina stands there for a moment, looking over your body exhausted from sickness, deciding on what to do, her rational side is telling her to take you to a doctor but there is no way she would trust them. The redhead woman had too many bad experiences before to trust them again, often mistreated with her back or prescripted the wrong medication and there is no way she would ever let her little one go through similar experiences. In the end, she decides on the only thing logical which is taking care of you herself, right at home. She balances on her cane again, trying to be quiet before walking into the kitchen to retrieve the necessary items.

The ruffling noises, mixed with cane tapping coming from the kitchen, as well as the cold unknown feeling on your forehead a little while ago, end up waking you up from your slumber, and instantly your body tenses up as you realize Wilhemina is home. In your slightly panicked state, overwhelmed with the thoughts on how to get out of this situation, ignoring the throbbing headache or the fact the room is spinning from the lack of food and water today, you once again fail to acknowledge what is right in front of you.

Right in front of you, stands Wilhemina, your girlfriend, a little tray in her hand, trying to balance it with the support of her cane and free hand, looking at you with a confused reaction, both about the fact you are awake and also the fact you are staring at the wall, not moving at all. ''Little one, you are awake'' she states, her voice sounding a little softer than usual. Instantly you snap out of it, panic once again rippling through your body as you fear her reaction, ignoring the fact she is standing in front of you with a little tray with water, soup, and medication.

Wilhemina notices you tensing, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her back that the carrying of the tray had caused her, she walks closer to the bed, putting the tray on the night table finally, before breathing out a moment as the uncomfortable feeling leaves her. She turns to you, her eyebrows furrowing again, the concern now very visible in her features, unable to hide it any longer and not caring about that, your wellbeing her main priority.

''Little one'' she states, her head tilting slightly and her eyes slowly locking with yours as you force yourself to take a look at your girlfriend. As soon as you take a look at the redhead, you feel partly relieved as there is no sign of anger visible but at the same time, you feel awful for the concern you had caused her, not to mention the back pain you must have caused her, considering her awkward posture, standing in front of you, still balancing both hands on her cane. Finally, as your eyes wander to the little tray, you feel like bursting into tears at the fact Wilhemina had done this for you, considering she must have just returned from work and you knowing how hard things like these are for her with her condition.

''Mina?'' your voice cracks not only from the feeling of knives in your throat as illness seems to have taken up most of your body but also tears building up, both guilty ones putting Wilhemina through the effort as well as sad ones that your walls are breaking down, right here in front of the woman you usually encourage to let her walls down and true emotions in.

''I'm here little one'' she whispers, her hand wandering to your cheek, cupping it gently and stroking it with the back of her palm. It doesn't take words to exchange what is on each other's mind, you feeling sorry for lying and pushing, realizing now that indeed your partner had been right from the start. And Wilhemina also feeling guilty for using such harsh words on you this morning and at the same time upset to see her girl in such distress and pain. As soon as you feel her palm on your cheek, some tears stream down your face as you try and contain the sobs and fight back the last few emotions and thoughts, keeping you from breaking right in front of her.

As soon as Wilhemina feels the tears falling, she catches them with her thumb, wiping them away gently before whispering ''Now don't cry sweet girl'' trying to hide her own emotions and the pain it brings her whenever seeing you upset. Whenever she would see you in any kind of distress or any negative emotion visible in your features it would cause her great pain, a different kind of feeling than her back could ever cause her, as her heart would ache, her only intention to make you smile again, especially in that dorky adorable way she loves and that causes for her heart to flutter, even though she wouldn't admit that to anyone, including you.

After wiping your tears, Wilhemina hands you some water and medication from the tray and you look at her with a slightly confused expression, as you haven't fully realized yet, it doesn't need words for Wilhemina to understand how awful you are feeling. ''Now take them little one, it will make you feel better'' she promises and without thinking twice you lead the tablets to your mouth, swallowing them with some water. The feeling of the cold liquid soothing your throat momentarily distracts you from the pain that you seem to feel all over your body. ''Good girl'' Wilhemina praises as you hand her the bottle, a little smirk rising on your features.

''Now I need you to eat this'' she demands, handing you the bowl of chicken noodle soup, that you usually love. You look at her with a slightly disgusted expression as the thought of food is only adding to the sick feeling in your stomach. ''I know but eat up for me, will you?'' she asks gently, not reminding you of the stern Wilhemina at all. All you can do in response is nod and take the bowl from her hands. ''I will be right back'' she explains, leaving you behind with your soup before walking out of the bedroom. For a moment you debate whether to just abandon the food again, as you genuinely don't feel like eating but there is no way you would let the woman you had fallen in love with, down a second time today.

You enjoy the silence for a moment, the only sounds to be heard, the spoon as it scoops up the liquid, feeling soothing in your throat but painful in your stomach at the same time. Shortly after the sound of a cane fills the room again and with each tap you somehow feel nervous, knowing the conversation was still to be held why you had lied to Wilhemina and not listened to her in the first place, only adding to the anxiety you feel. You see as the redhead walks in with a few towels and your favorite pajamas, that she would usually mock, too ''adorable'' for her liking, as you would usually put it.

''Have you had some?'' she asks and points at the soup and you simply nod while your eyes are begging her not to eat anymore. ''Fine, come on there is a bath waiting for you'' she informs you and you simply nod and slowly make your way out of bed. Midway to the bathroom, you realize how severe the nauseous feeling has been and you hold onto the wall to balance for a moment before you feel a hand on your back. ''I'm right by your side'' you hear Wilhemina's voice behind you and it sends a warm, comfortable fuzzy feeling through your body, reminding you that you aren't alone in this and that your girlfriend has got your back, literally.

You manage to find your way to the bathroom, with the support of Wilhemina's hand on your back and even though it takes you a while, you manage to sit in the bath and let the warm water soothe your skin and tired muscles. ''Do you think you will be okay in here for a bit?'' Wilhemina asks and you simply nod, feeling sleepy and relaxed at the same time. As your partner, walks back in the bedroom to prepare you for the night ahead and her own night which will probably result in no sleep and a lot of worrying over you, you sink a little further into the bath, confusing the bathtub with your own bed for a moment as you feel a little too comfortable.

''Little one are you-'' Wilhemina enters the bathroom, only to find you in the bath, asleep, your head resting on the purple little pillow she had bought a while ago and attached it to the bath. She frowns at the sight for a moment, before her features change as she realizes, this time she is going to have to wake you up, as there is no way her back condition will allow her to simply lift you out of the bath and carry you to bed, as much as she would like to do that. The usual strong woman fights some of her own tears back both at your state but also the painful reminder of her scoliosis.

Slowly you wake up, as you feel some water on your head and a hand washing out some shampoo, combined with a few muffled words that you can't quite understand yet, only just having woken up from your little slumber. ''Little one, wake up we have got to get you out of here'' you hear Mina's voice. You blink a few times, dumbfounded at the fact you are in the bath, not remembering much but feeling that your body is already feeling more relaxed than waking up earlier from your first slumber. ''Mina, what are you doing?'' you question as you realize she is bending awkwardly to wash your hair out and free it from the bubbles of shampoo. Quickly you sit up and free her from the uncomfortable position. ''Come on let's get you out'' she says and with all the strength you have left, you prop yourself up and exit the bath. Soon your skin comes into contact with a warm towel provided by Wilhemina.

You enjoy the feeling for a moment, before slowly getting changed into your pajamas and following your partner back to the bedroom. At this point, the medication has already freed you from most of your pain but your body still feels exhausted, so you quickly lie down in bed and pull the blanket closer, shivering slightly from the cool sensation of the air on your legs. Wilhemina returns to the bedroom, moments later in her purple nightgown, her hair falling loosely now and you admire your girlfriend for a moment, never quite able to believe how lucky you truly are and also always finding yourself taken back by her beauty, after years of being with each other.

The redhead approaches her side of the bed, book in hand as usual but for a change abandoning it on her night table, resting her cane in her usual spot, and carefully sitting down while leaning her back against the headboard of the bed. ''Come here'' she instructs, opening her arms and freeing her lap for you to rest your head in. Usually, she would do this after you had a long day at work, Wilhemina being able to tell instantly what an awful day you must have had and how it exhausted you both mentally and physically.

Reluctantly, you move your tired head onto her lap, still worried deep down about the conversation that is yet to be held and her true feelings about this. You had lied to her, hidden the truth from her and even though the redhead had often done the same, it felt different to you, like a betrayal. Your eyes close as soon as you feel her hands come into contact with your head, her fingers running through your hair gently and momentarily numbing the pain you are in. The smell of lavender sends you in a little dreamlike state as your partner just did a small evening routine instead of the usual, more bothered about making sure you are safe and feeling alright.

''Is that the hand cream?'' you mumble, starting to feel sleepy already as your whole body is ready to forget about today, the medication soothing your tired muscles and keeping your temperature at bay. ''It is little one'' Wilhemina whispers, smiling a little and relieved that you are still somewhat in a clear headspace as you remembered the lavender hand cream you had bought her before. She strokes your hair, untangling some knots gently with her fingertips as there was no time to brush your hair, the idea of the comfortable bed too convincing.

''Are you feeling alright, my darling?'' she asks, noticing how you are already on the verge of falling asleep. ''Hm Mh'' you mumble, as you slowly start falling asleep, despite trying to fight to stay awake to be in your partner's embrace and feel her safety and the warmth she radiates onto you, just a moment longer. She frowns, hating to see you pushing yourself so hard and her not being able to do anything about it, the state you are in now only the result of pushing yourself over the past few days.

''You need to stop being so hard on yourself and pushing'' she warns, knowing deep down you aren't fully aware of her words anymore as you fall into a slumber. ''I just want you to be safe and healthy'' she carries on, holding you in her arms, as if she was trying to shield you from the outside world and things that might be thrown across your way, including yourself. As soon as the redhead hears your little snores, she smiles a little, happy you are at least getting some more rest in her arms and at the same time glad, she is able to protect you now, knowing tomorrow is another day to come to have an actual conversation about this. She averts her gaze, and she is met with the mirror on the other side of the room, seeing you asleep on her lap and for a moment the woman, usually so hard on herself crumbles for a second as tears stream down her cheeks.

She remembers the moments in her younger years or even to this day, where she kept pushing and listening to her parents or the ugly voices in her head, telling her she isn't deserving to take breaks or look after herself. As she sees you safe and sound in her arms she can't help but feel gratitude, that you had walked into her life a while ago, knowing that you both have each other now. At this moment as she watches your tired body, chest rising and falling with each breath, she promises herself to never let you push this much again and to get you to take care of yourself, fully aware it won't be easy as she struggles with those things herself.

''Everything will be okay, I'm here little one you are safe'' she whispers, reassuring you again that you aren't alone in this and that she will be by your side. After watching you for a few seconds longer, she carefully reaches for her book, opening it and keeping herself occupied while she is determined to stay awake, not caring about sleep herself as she feels the need to stay with you and be there for you in case you wake up and need the redhead.

As she opens her book, now occupied by it, you are already asleep, your body slowly healing from today, both a mix of medication, rest but also the tender care, love, and affection Wilhemina has shown you since arriving back home and continues showing, as one of her hands is still rubbing soothing circles on your head, occasionally checking your forehead for a temperature.

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