#okay that’s it I’m going to brush my teeth and fall asleep

[tanjamikaelson]

MEDDLE ABOUT - CHAPTER 2

MASTERLIST

You walked into your bedroom, closing the door behind you with a quiet click. The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the streetlights outside slipping through the curtains. You exhaled as you peeled off your clothes from the day, replacing them with your usual bedtime attire—pajama shorts that barely cover your butt and a crop top that left a sliver of your stomach exposed. The fabric was soft, familiar, and comforting. Satisfied, you ran a hand through your hair and stepped back out, making your way toward the bathroom.

As you passed the living room, Rafe’s eyes flickered toward you, drawn by the movement. He caught a glimpse of your pajamas, the way your shorts hugged your hips, the way your top revealed smooth skin. His throat goes dry. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, back up at the ceiling. But it was too late—the image was burned into his brain. His fingers twitched against the blanket, jaw clenching slightly as he tried to shake the thought away.

In the bathroom, you go through your nightly routine—brushing your teeth, washing your face, and letting the cool water soothe your skin. The quiet hum of the house settled around you, the air still and heavy with something unspoken.

When you stepped back into the hallway, heading toward your bedroom, you passed the living room again. This time, Rafe wasn’t lying down. He was sitting up, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if lost in thought. At the sound of your footsteps, he glanced up, catching a fleeting glimpse of you before you disappeared into your room.

He exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair.

In your bedroom, you moved around, pulling back the blankets, fluffing the pillows, and preparing your bed for sleep. The exhaustion from the day was finally beginning to settle into your limbs.

But just as you were about to crawl in, a soft knock on the door frame makes you turn.

"Hey, uh..." Rafe stands in the doorway, hesitating. His hand lingered near the doorframe as if unsure whether he should step inside or stay put. His expression was different—unguarded, uncertain.

You tilted your head. "Yeah? You need something?"

He hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, before finally speaking. "Can I... sit with you for a bit? I’m having trouble sleeping." His voice was lower now, quieter as if admitting it out loud made it harder to bear.

You study him for a moment. There was something raw in the way he was looking at you, something almost vulnerable. You nodded, patting the edge of the bed. "Okay."

Rafe smiled softly, relieved, and stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He crossed the room in a few strides, lowering himself onto the bed beside you. There was space between you, a careful distance, but his presence was heavy. He was only wearing his pants now, his bare chest illuminated by the dim light filtering in from the window.

"So what’s keeping you up?" You asked, watching him.

He shrugged, his gaze drifting away, unfocused. "Guess I’m just not tired anymore. And my mind won’t shut up," he admitted with a small, self-deprecating chuckle. "Too many thoughts bouncing around in there."

You leaned back slightly, considering his words. "Maybe it will help if you tell me," you suggested.

Rafe glanced at you, surprised. Most people didn’t ask. Most people didn’t care. But you... you were offering to listen. He swallowed hard, looking away. "It’s stupid."

"It’s not if it’s keeping you up. Is it about your dad?"

Rafe nodded slowly, his eyes dropping to his hands, which were clasped loosely between his knees. His fingers flexed slightly as if he was holding onto something invisible. "Yeah. Every time I start to fall asleep, I hear his voice in my head. It’s fucking annoying."

You watched the way his shoulders tensed, the way his jaw tightened. "Maybe you need something to ease your mind," you offered.

Rafe lifted his gaze to you, curiosity flickering in his tired eyes. "Like what?" His tone was skeptical—he doubted you had any magical solutions for the mess in his head.

You stood up, walking over to your nightstand. "How about a blunt?"

Rafe raised an eyebrow as you pulled open the drawer. But before he could process the blunt and lighter in your hand, his eyes caught something else inside—a box of Durex. His throat bobbed as he quickly looked away, forcing himself to focus on anything but that.

You returned to the bed, sitting down next to him, placing the blunt between your lips as you flicked the lighter. The flame flared, the tip burning bright before you took a slow inhale, letting the smoke swirl in your lungs before exhaling.

Rafe watched you. The way your lips curled around the blunt, the way your lashes lowered slightly as you inhaled—it was strangely intimate. He cleared his throat, forcing his gaze elsewhere. "You smoke?"

"Yeah, it helps me," you replied, offering him the blunt.

He hesitated for only a second before taking it from your fingers, his own brushing against yours briefly. He lifted it to his lips, inhaling deeply, the familiar burn settling in his chest. He exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to ease. "Fuck, I needed that," he muttered.

You smiled, watching him. "I have more if we need it."

Rafe nodded, taking another hit before passing the blunt back to you. His limbs were already feeling looser, the constant noise in his head dulling. He leaned back on your bed, stretching out slightly. "You’re full of surprises, you know that?"

You leaned back on your elbows, mirroring his posture. "Am I?"

Rafe looked over at you, studying your face in the dim light. He noticed the way your hair fell around your shoulders, the soft curve of your lips as you exhaled another stream of smoke. He watched you in a way he didn’t before, taking in details he never allowed himself to notice.

"Yeah, you are," he admitted.

You took two more slow drags before handing the blunt back to him.

Rafe accepted the blunt, bringing it to his lips and taking two long drags. The smoke filled his lungs, and as he exhaled, he felt the tension in his body start to unravel. His muscles loosened, the constant buzzing in his mind faded to a dull hum, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he was not consumed by frustration or anger. His thoughts were pleasantly foggy, softened by the high settling over him like a warm blanket.

He leaned back further, stretching his long legs out in front of him with a contented sigh, sinking deeper into the haze.

You chuckled at the sight, amused by how quickly the weed had mellowed him out. "Is it helping?"

Rafe nodded, his eyes drifting closed for a second as he let the warmth of relaxation spread through his body. "Yeah, it's helping a lot. Thanks," he murmured, his voice lower now, a little slurred around the edges. He cracked one eye open, smirking lazily. "You're really nice when you're not being a bitch."

You rolled your eyes but smirked back. "And you’re really nice when you’re not being a jerk." You shifted slightly, turning on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow.

Rafe chuckled softly at your response, watching you. He liked this side of you—unguarded, playful, not hurling insults at him every five seconds. It was different. Nice. Without thinking, he mirrored your movement, rolling onto his side to face you. His gaze flickered down to your lips briefly before he met your eyes again.

"You smoke a lot?" he asked, his tone lighter, more curious than accusatory.

"Every other day," you replied, taking another slow drag of the blunt.

Rafe watched as your lips curl around the blunt, the way you inhale deeply before exhaling the smoke in a slow, steady stream. There was something about the way you did it—so effortless, so natural—that he found strangely hypnotizing. He reached out to take another hit.

"Every other day, huh?" He brought the blunt to his lips, inhaling deeply, letting the burn settle in his lungs. "No wonder you're so calm about everything." He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the air between you. "You ever get high alone?"

"Well, since I live alone, yeah," you said simply.

Rafe’s hand lingered near the blunt for a second longer than necessary before finally letting go. His eyes flickered back to yours, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "What do you do when you get high alone?" His voice had a slight edge to it, a flirtatious undertone creeping in. Between the weed and the fact that you were lying so close, he was finding it harder to maintain his usual detached attitude.

"Usually just lay here until sleep takes over," you admitted. You took another hit before holding the blunt up to his lips.

Rafe hesitated for half a second before leaning in, inhaling deeply from the blunt you were holding to his lips. His eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment before he closed them, taking in the hit. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke swirl between you. His voice dropped slightly when he spoke again. "You ever watch movies or listen to music?"

"Sometimes. I usually like the quiet when I smoke," you told him.

Rafe nodded, considering that. The weed heightened his senses, making him more aware of everything—the way your voice sounded, the way your body was propped up just inches from his. "I usually listen to music when I smoke."

"Yeah? What kind?"

"Mostly rap and R&B," he said, his voice slower now, more relaxed. "It sets the mood, you know?" He studied your face, wondering what kind of music you listen to when you're alone and high. "Do you listen to any specific genre?"

"Yeah, I usually listen to Y/F/M."

Rafe nodded approvingly. "Good choice." He flicked the blunt between his fingers, watching the ember glow faintly in the dim room before taking another hit. The weed was fully kicking in now, leaving his body feeling weightless. "How high do you usually get?" His voice was low, almost teasing.

"Sometimes I like getting really high," you admitted. "You?"

Rafe grinned mischievously, his expression relaxed, his eyes half-lidded. "I like getting cross-eyed high," he confessed, his voice dropping even lower. "You know, where everything looks wavy and sounds echo-y?" He took another drag, holding it in before exhaling with a slow smirk.

You chuckled. "Oh yeah, I like that too."

Rafe watched you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Have you ever smoked so much that you got really paranoid?"

You groaned, laughing as you recalled a memory. "Oh god, I did… And I thought somebody was in my house. I locked myself in here."

Rafe burst out laughing, his whole body shaking with amusement. "Damn, that's classic," he said, still grinning. He took another hit, holding in the smoke as he pictured you standing in your room, terrified out of your mind. "Did you have a weapon or anything?"

"Like a baseball bat," you admitted, laughing. "I stood by the door for like half an hour."

Rafe nearly choked on his inhale, coughing as he wiped at his eyes, still laughing. "A baseball bat? Shit, that's hilarious." He exhaled the smoke, shaking his head. "Did you finally peek out to see what the scare was?"

You shook your head. "No, I was too scared. I put a chair against the locked door and eventually just fell asleep."

"Jesus," Rafe chuckled, taking another hit. "You serious? You didn’t go check if someone was really trying to break in?" He found it way funnier than it should be, mostly because you always seemed so put-together like nothing could rattle you. Seeing this side of you—human, a little paranoid, a little ridiculous—it was... weirdly endearing.

You laughed with him. "I didn’t want to risk someone killing me."

Rafe nodded thoughtfully, blowing out another slow stream of smoke. "I get it. Sometimes when I’m high alone, I feel like the world is a different place. It’s like everything slows down, and nothing can hurt me."

You hummed in agreement, watching the blunt disappear as he smoked. "Yeah, that’s why it’s so relaxing."

Rafe noticed you watching him smoke, and for a moment, he held the remaining smoke in his lungs, letting the burn settle before blowing it toward the ceiling in a slow, steady stream. The way the smoke curled and disappeared caught your eye, and before you realized it, you were staring. He smirked.

"Want the last hit?" he asked, his voice slightly husky as he brought the blunt closer to your lips.

"Mmhm," you murmured, leaning in slightly.

Rafe placed the blunt against your lips, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. The warmth of your mouth against the filter sent a strange, unexpected flutter through his stomach. Your lips were softer than he expected—so soft that it threw him off for a second. It was unsettling, the way something so small made his pulse quicken. "You really enjoy getting high, don’t you?"

"Yeah," you nodded, exhaling the last hit. You tilted your head toward the nightstand close to him. "Can you take another one from that drawer?"

Rafe reached over, opening the nightstand. His fingers brushed against a few small items before they stilled. His gaze landed on an open Durex box, with only one condom left inside. "Yeah, sure," he replied, keeping his tone as casual as possible. But his mind was racing. When was the last time you had sex? With who? He didn’t know why the thought bothered him, but it did. There was a tightness in his jaw as he grabbed the blunt, pushing the intrusive thoughts away.

You lay back against the bed, your body sinking into the mattress, completely unaware of his staring. Rafe watched as you got comfortable, your eyes half-lidded, your expression relaxed. He should stop thinking about it. He really should.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his eyes flickered back to the box in the drawer, his fingers unconsciously dragging along the edge of it before he snapped the drawer shut. He didn't want you to know he was trying to figure out your sex life. He licked the blunt wrapper slowly - an unconscious habit that made his mind briefly wander to dirty places. He forced himself to shake the thoughts away.

You held up the lighter as he placed the blunt between his lips.

Rafe watched the flame flicker as you brought it closer. Your focus was solely on lighting the blunt, completely unaware of the unreadable expression on his face. He inhaled deeply, the cherry glowing red before he exhaled a slow stream of smoke. His eyes dropped to your lips for half a second before he pulled his gaze away.

He was getting high and horny—not a good combination. Not around you.

"So," he hesitated, almost second-guessing himself. Then, curiosity won. "How often do you have sex?" He watched your face carefully for a reaction. Most girls would get self-conscious or offended.

Your eyes widened slightly at the blunt question before you chuckled. "What? Why would you ask me that?" You didn’t realize he saw the box of condoms in your drawer.

Rafe shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Just wondering, you know? Seems like a random question, I know." He took another long drag, letting the smoke cloud his words. "But you keep blunt wrappers and condoms together. Seems... practical."

"Oh shit, right," you laughed, realizing he must’ve seen the condom.

He watched your face shift in understanding, his curiosity deepening. He took another hit, waiting to see if you’ll offer up any more details.

"So, like... weekly? Bi-weekly?" He exhaled the smoke slowly, rolling it between his fingers like he was not paying much attention. But he was.

"Weekly, usually," you replied, taking the blunt from him.

Rafe’s eyebrows lifted slightly. Weekly? Damn. He wasn’t expecting that answer. He kept his expression neutral, but he couldn’t stop himself from watching the way your lips wrapped around the blunt again as you took a slow hit. He cleared his throat, shifting slightly.

"With the same person?" he asked, trying to sound casual. He was prying, and he knew it. But he needed to know.

"I don’t have a boyfriend if that’s what you’re wondering," you said with a small smile, exhaling the smoke.

Rafe relaxed slightly. No boyfriend. That still didn't explain the lone condom. His lips twitched into a smirk. "So, you hook up with someone new every week?" His voice wasn’t judging, just genuinely curious.

"Yeah, but I also have some regulars," you replied with a chuckle.

His smirk faded slightly. "Regulars?" he repeated, his tone unconsciously sharper. He didn’t like the sound of that. Regulars meant consistency, and familiarity. Something that wasn’t just a one-time thing. He took another long drag, his mind running through scenarios he had no business imagining. "Like, friends with benefits?"

"Yeah, something like that," you confirmed before shifting the conversation back to him. "What about you?"

Rafe hesitated for a moment. He didn’t usually talk about his personal life, but there was something about your honesty that made him want to reciprocate. "I’ve got a few girls I hang out with," he admitted, watching your reaction carefully.

"Hmm, like at the same time?" you teased, chuckling.

Rafe laughed, a deep sound that filled the room. "Nah, not like that," he shook his head, still grinning. "Just... different girls at different times. No strings attached, you know?"

You nodded, laughing too. "I get that."

Rafe watched you closely. It was strange—how similar your attitudes toward relationships were - or lack thereof. He decided to push a little further. "Have you ever had a serious relationship?"

You glanced at him, considering the question. "Yeah. You?"

Rafe took the blunt from your fingers, his own brushing against yours briefly. "Yeah. Eight months," he answered, his eyes locked onto yours. He realized how comfortable he was at sharing with you, and how easy it felt.

"Eight months, really?" You raised an eyebrow. "Rafe Cameron had a relationship that lasted longer than two nights?" You teased.

Rafe grinned, leaning back against the headboard, stretching his arms lazily above his head. "Crazy, right?" His smirk faltered slightly, turning more rueful. "The girl broke my heart, though. So now I’m scared."

You laughed, "What did she do?"

Rafe sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Cheated on me with my friend. Typical cliché, huh?" He flashed a forced smile, trying to downplay the sting of the memory. He took another long drag, exhaling slowly.

"Seriously?" You blinked, surprised.

"Yep," he confirmed, staring at the ceiling. "Found them together at a party—drunk, making out. He was supposed to be my wingman, not stealing my girl." He chuckled, but it was mirthless. He took another hit, his fingers tightening slightly around the blunt.

"Shit." You shook your head. "Honestly, I would’ve taken you for a cheater, not the one who gets cheated on."

Rafe turned his head to look at you, one eyebrow arching. "Why’s that?" His tone was curious, not offended. He genuinely wanted to know how you see him. "Because of my flirtatious reputation?" He smirked slightly, taking another drag.

"Yeah, your reputation precedes you. Everybody in OBX knows you’re a fuckboy." You reached out, palm open, waiting for the blunt.

Rafe laughed, handing it to you without hesitation. He was used to people calling him that, and he learned to embrace it. But with you, it felt different. Like you saw through him but didn’t judge him for it.

"Guilty as charged," he said, smirking. But for the first time in a long time, he wondered if he really liked the label as much as he pretended to.

You chuckled lightly, "Let me put some music on."

Sliding off the bed, you moved toward the table where your laptop sat, the soft glow of the screen illuminated your face as you navigated through YouTube. The blunt rested between your fingers, smoke curling lazily into the dimly lit room.

Rafe watched you, his gaze drifting lower, trailing the sway of your hips as you walked away. His jaw tightened slightly when your shorts rode up, revealing just a bit more of your curves. He bit his lip, forcing himself not to stare too obviously, but when you bent down to search for a song, he caught himself admiring the view.

Fuck.

You leaned forward, clicking on a playlist that fit the relaxed atmosphere. The bass hummed softly through the speakers, blending seamlessly with the lingering smoke in the air. The music was good—his kind of good. His lips quivered in approval.

From the bed, Rafe watched as your body moved subtly to the rhythm, swaying slightly, lost in the melody. There was something effortless about the way you held yourself, taking slow drags from the blunt, letting the smoke roll out between your lips.

"You ever hook up with someone while high?" His voice was smooth, and casual, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity beneath it. He always wondered about you—whether you were the type to get more affectionate when you’re stoned, or if you pull away instead.

You met his gaze, locking eyes with him. "Yeah," you say simply. "You?"

Rafe didn’t look away. Instead, he smirked, leaning back against the headboard, getting comfortable. "A few times," he admitted. "It's different. Everything feels more intense."

"Mmhm, it does." You made your way back to the bed, crawling on top with ease, holding the blunt out to his lips. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight as you settled in front of him.

Rafe parted his lips, his eyes still on yours as he took a slow drag. He inhaled deeply, the smoke filling his lungs before he exhaled in a controlled stream, the smoke curled lazily between you. He noticed the way your face was just inches from his, your body close, the space between you charged with something unspoken.

You smiled at him before sitting back onto your heels, pulling the blunt back to your lips.

Rafe watched you, admiring the way you handled it so effortlessly, so naturally. The blunt glowed softly as you inhaled, the smoke trailing out from between your parted lips. The haze in the room thickened, the air feeling heavier, and warmer. He shifted slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to focus on something other than how good you looked right now.

"Should we light up a third one?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, your eyes glassy from the high.

Rafe smirked, watching you. Your relaxed posture, the lazy way your lips curve up in a smile—it was making it increasingly difficult to ignore how attractive you looked right now. He nodded slowly. "Fuck yeah, pass me that lighter."

Reaching over, he pulled another blunt from the drawer. You handed him the lighter while placing the finished blunt into the ashtray beside him. As you did it, your arm lightly brushed against his knee.

The touch was subtle, fleeting, but Rafe noticed. He felt the warmth of your skin against his, a small spark at the contact. It was stupid—just an accidental brush of your hand—but in this atmosphere, with the music humming through the speakers and the smoke swirling lazily around you both, it felt oddly intimate.

He lighted the blunt carefully, inhaling deeply before handing it back to you. "You know what’s funny?" he asked, his voice slightly raspier now, the weed making everything slower, warmer.

You took a hit before exhaling smoothly, chuckling, "What’s funny?"

"How comfortable we are with each other," Rafe mused, watching you. "Like, we’re just lounging around, getting high, and it feels... natural." His voice was softer, more thoughtful than before, his blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, taking another drag before replying, "Oh yeah, suddenly we don’t hate each other’s guts."

Rafe laughed, the sound warm, genuine. He reached out, gently pulling the blunt from your fingers, his touch lingering slightly longer than necessary as he took a hit. He exhaled slowly before handing it back, smirking. "Who would’ve thought, right?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Guess that’s what weed does to people, huh?"

Rafe leaned back against the headboard, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Apparently so. Here I thought I hated your guts. Now look at us, sharing blunts and shit." He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Mmhm..." You bobbed your head lightly to the music, settling onto your heels beside him.

Rafe watched you, his gaze lingering. The way the music wrapped around you, the way the smoke curled lazily around your face, the relaxed expression in your eyes—it was all... surprisingly attractive. The way your lips parted slightly after each exhale, the slow blink of your eyes as the high settled deep in your system.

He swallowed.

He should probably look away.

But he doesn’t.

"So, are you always this chill when you're high?" You raised an eyebrow, watching him curiously as the smoke drifted lazily between you.

Rafe nodded slowly, taking the blunt back for another hit. His movements were relaxed, his posture easy, completely at home in this hazy atmosphere. "Pretty much. Weed just... relaxes me. Makes me stop giving a fuck about all the usual bullshit." He exhaled smoothly, watching the smoke curl into the dimly lit room before turning his gaze back to you. His lips twitched into a smirk, something playful dancing in his eyes as he studied you. "Why?"

You shrugged, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. "Makes you stop giving a fuck about the fact that I'm a Pogue and you're a Kook, and that we wouldn’t be like this if we weren’t high." You reached over, taking the blunt away from his lips before he could protest, your fingers grazing his in the process.

The contact was brief but noticeable. A small tingle lingered at his fingertips, his smirk deepening at your words. "True that," he murmured. "Normally, I’d probably be telling you to fuck off by now." He chuckled softly, tilting his head as he looked at you, something in his expression shifting ever so slightly.

You grinned, bringing the blunt to your lips. "And I would tell you that you’re an asshole."

Rafe laughed, the sound rich and genuine. Without thinking, he reached for the blunt again, his hand brushing against yours as he tried to take it back. "See? We’re a match made in heaven. Two assholes who can’t stand each other when we’re sober but get along great when we’re high."

You smirked mischievously, pulling the blunt just out of his reach and taking another slow drag. "That’s fucking right."

Rafe sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes in mock frustration. "Give it back, you stupid Pogue." He reached for it again, but this time, your hands collided, fingers briefly intertwining as you both held onto the blunt. His touch was warm, and solid, and for a split second, he forgot what he was even trying to do.

"It’s mine, you stupid Kook." You laughed, tugging it away playfully.

Rafe watched you, shaking his head as he leaned back. He let you win this time, watching as you brought the blunt back to your lips, inhaling deeply. His gaze flickered downward, landing on your mouth. He suddenly realized how full your lips are, how they look even better when you're smirking or laughing. His throat tightened, and he quickly looked away, exhaling slowly through his nose.

You leaned in slightly, closing the distance between you as you brought the blunt back to his lips. "Here you go," you murmured, eyes hooded with the weight of the high.

Rafe parted his lips, accepting the hit, but his mind was still stuck on the way you were looking at him—like the moment was intentional, deliberate. The way you leaned in, the way your voice sounded softer, slower. He took a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs, trying to play it cool. But the way you were watching him made his heart beat just a little faster.

He exhaled, releasing the smoke between you, and you inhaled it, your lips parting slightly as you took it in. The action was smooth, effortless, but fuck—it shouldn’t feel this intimate.

"Fuck," you murmured, blinking lazily. "I'm starting to feel it even more."

Rafe watched the way your lips moved as you spoke, his smirk returning. "Me too," he admitted. "I'm fucking high as a kite."

You stretched, rolling your shoulders as you sank deeper into the bed. "I don’t think we’ll be sleeping tonight if we continue like this."

Rafe leaned back, stretching his arms above his head, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Why sleep when you can be stoned off your ass talking shit with a Kook?" He chuckled, glancing at you with amusement and something else—something softer, something unreadable.

You threw your head back, laughing, the sound light and unguarded. "Ah, that was always a dream of mine," you said sarcastically, taking another hit before handing the blunt to him, the ember slowly disappearing.

Rafe took the blunt from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours again, though neither of you acknowledged it this time. He brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply, letting the familiar burn settle in his lungs before exhaling. "Seriously though, you’re not so bad for a Pogue," he said, smirking. "I mean, you’re still a fucking idiot, but a high, entertaining idiot."

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "For a Kook with a bad reputation, you’re not so bad either."

Rafe smiled at that, something in his chest tightening unexpectedly. He didn’t expect to actually enjoy your company tonight. "Yeah, well, even Kooks can be decent company when they’re stoned out of their minds." He passed the blunt back to you, his fingers lingering against yours for just a second longer than needed.

You took the last hit, the ember finally dying out as you tossed the roach into the ashtray. "Finished this one too."

Rafe watched as you pressed the roach into the ashtray, his gaze lingering on the way your fingers moved, slow and deliberate. He liked how calm you are when you're high—no obnoxious laughter or stupid jokes like his friends usually made. Just quiet, relaxed, lost in thought. It was a side of you he had never really seen before, one untouched by the usual arguments or sharp-edged insults.

You glanced over his body toward the drawer, your expression thoughtful. "I think I have another one."

Rafe watched as you stood, rummaging through the nightstand. Your shorts hung low on your hips, teasing just enough skin to make his throat go dry. The way you stretched slightly, your back arching as you dug through the drawer, made his already hazy mind blur further. Everything felt ten times more intense when he was this high. Every little movement, every small sound.

"You got any liquor too?" His voice was rougher than he intended, thick with something he didn't want to name.

"You want liquor too?" You glanced up at him, still kneeling beside the nightstand.

"Mmhm." His eyes traced the curve of your back as you shifted, stretching to grab something deeper in the drawer. Goddamn, those shorts should be illegal. He smirked slightly. "You work out?"

He already knew you did, but he was curious to hear your answer.

You chuckled, glancing at him as you pulled something from the drawer. "Yeah, I do... You probably do too?" Your gaze flickered over his toned abs, the definition in his arms.

Rafe nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching with pride. "Yeah, I lift. Can’t have these arms looking weak, right?" He flexed slightly for emphasis, his biceps tightening.

You laughed, shaking your head as you finally pulled out another blunt. "Found it." You held it up triumphantly before standing. "So, what liquor did you want?"

Rafe took the blunt from your fingers, sparking it up without hesitation. He watched you move, eyes trailing over the way your shorts hugged your legs. He exhaled, letting the smoke curl into the air before answering. "Whiskey. You got any whiskey?"

"Yeah, I got whiskey." You nodded, heading out of the room.

Rafe took another deep drag, leaning back against the headboard. When you returned a few moments later, you were carrying two glasses filled with amber liquid. You handed him one, the scent rich and warm as it swirled in the glass.

He took a sip, letting the burn settle in his throat before speaking. "Damn, you really have everything, don’t you?"

You smirked, taking a hit before following it with a sip of whiskey. "I know it’s probably not as good as the expensive ones you’re used to."

Rafe shook his head, taking another sip. "Nah, actually," he murmured, swirling the liquid around in his glass. "This is pretty decent. And besides, when you’re this high, the expensive shit doesn’t even taste any better."

"Well, that’s true." You took another drink, making a slight face as the whiskey burned down your throat before placing the glass on the nightstand. You shifted, leaning back against the headboard beside him, legs tucked beneath you. As you passed him the blunt, your fingers briefly brushed his.

Rafe took it, inhaling deeply, letting the silence settle between you both for a moment. It was comfortable, the kind of silence that didn’t feel awkward or forced. Just easy.

You reached out your hand to take the blunt back.

Rafe let out a low chuckle, amused by your eagerness. He pulled the blunt just out of your reach, smirking. "Ah ah ah, impatient much?"

"Come on, that’s the last one I have," you complained, pouting slightly.

With a teasing smirk, Rafe finally relented, handing the blunt back—though not before taking one last quick hit. "Damn, getting defensive over your last blunt, huh? That’s what happens when you run out."

"This would last me two days, maybe more if I didn’t share it with you." You took another long hit, exhaling slowly.

Rafe chuckled, watching the way you held the blunt like second nature. "I should probably make you buy me more."

You smirked, exhaling through your nose. "I should probably make you buy me more."

He laughed, the sound deep and husky. He passed the blunt back to you, his fingers lingering on yours just a second too long. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll buy you a whole bag next time. But for now..." He reached for his whiskey, taking another sip.

Without thinking, you grabbed your glass, mirroring his movement as you both took a sip at the same time.

Rafe turned slightly toward you, amused at how in sync you both were—sharing whiskey, sharing blunts, just sitting there in your little smoke-filled world. His limbs felt heavier, the warmth of the alcohol mixing with the fog in his head, making everything slower.

Your eyes were heavy too as you brought the blunt to his lips, offering him a hit.

Rafe takes a slow, deep inhale, eyes locked on yours. He exhales through his nose, the smoke curling between you like something tangible. "You know what? This might be the most chill I’ve been in months."

You nodded, placing the blunt back against your lips. "That’s good."

Rafe watched as you inhaled again, the way your throat moved as you did. He swallowed hard, realizing just how pretty you look right now—relaxed, hazy, skin glowing under the dim lighting. He spread his legs slightly, shifting to get more comfortable. "You smoke too much, you know that?"

You glanced at him, noticing the way he shifted. "I don’t smoke too much."

Rafe laughed softly, shaking his head. "Right… that’s why your eyes are so fucking red right now." He leaned in slightly, voice lowering to a joking whisper. "You’re like a cute little stoner."

You rolled your eyes, but he caught the way you fought a smile. "Yours are red too, Kook." You pass him the blunt.

"Touché." He smirked, taking another drag. There’s something about this—about being high with you—that felt different. More real, somehow. "And stop calling me ‘Kook.’"

You scoffed. "When you stop calling me Pogue."

Rafe smirked, leaning back. "Not gonna happen, Pogue." He handed the blunt back, his fingers intentionally brushing yours this time. "At least I’m not a walking pothead cliché like you."

"Yeah, you Kooks prefer expensive shit like coke, right?" You quipped, taking another hit before handing it back.

Rafe chuckled, taking the blunt back from your fingers, his smirk lazy and full of mischief. "At least we have standards, Pogue," he muttered, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke sit in his lungs before exhaling in a slow, controlled stream. His half-lidded eyes gleamed with amusement as he tilted his head slightly. "You’d probably smoke dirt if it got you high enough."

You let out a soft laugh, eyes glassy from the haze surrounding you both. "I would blow anything if it got me high enough," you teased, voice playful, your lips twitching into a smirk as you watched his reaction.

Rafe almost choked mid-inhale, coughing as he set the blunt down in the ashtray on your bedside table. He wiped at his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. "Fuck, Pogue, you can’t just say shit like that out of nowhere."

You bursted into laughter, your body shaking slightly as you took in his stunned expression. "Why not?"

"Because it makes me… never mind…" His voice trailed off as he watched you, your laughter still lingering in the air between you. He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking down to your mouth, the way your lips parted slightly as you breathed, the way your shoulders rose and fell, completely relaxed. His fingers twitched against his thigh. "You know you’re high as hell right now?"

Your smile didn’t fade as you tilted your head slightly. "It makes you what?"

Rafe exhaled slowly, avoiding your gaze. He picked up the blunt, taking a deep hit, using it as a distraction. His jaw tensed slightly before he exhaled through his nose, the smoke curled lazily between you. "You’re really asking me to finish that sentence right now?" His voice was slightly muffled, rough around the edges.

You rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder. "Come on, I thought we were open now that we’re high as fuck."

Rafe chuckled, but there was something different about it this time—something deeper, something almost nervous. He set the blunt down again and shifted to face you fully. His blue eyes, dark and hazy from the mix of weed and whiskey, searched yours for a long moment before he finally muttered, "It makes me want to kiss you, okay? Fucking hell, Pogue, you’re impossible."

You froze for a second, your breath catching. "Kiss me?"

Rafe rolled his eyes, dragging a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, kiss you. Is that so fuking hard to believe?" His voice was laced with frustration, but there was something else buried beneath it—something raw. His tongue flicked over his lips as his eyes dropped to your mouth. "You’re sitting there, all fucking high and cute and—"

Before he could finish, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

CHAPTER 3 (soon)

[sexynetra]

I am on a mission to learn how to draw can you believe these are literally only 4 days apart I’m feeling so pussy pussy cunt cunt rn

[aireia]

LOVE... YOU'RE DRUNK. — In which Jing Yuan decides to ask you to marry him while he's drunk out of his mind.

tw/cw: gn! reader, drinking/ alcohol consumption, mild crack, overall so fluffy my teeth are rotting. Beta read? What's that? OOC.

note: Rewritten// reposted from my old account (@ rrxaiky)

“Marry me.” 

“Jing Yuan, love, you’re drunk,” you sighed, taking a small sip of the drink you had ordered. Your lover had one of your hands trapped between his own, and had asked you to marry him with full confidence in his voice. When you opened your eyes to look at him again, you could see the sadness in his eyes, feeling rejected… Before you even rejected him. He let out a yawn and placed his head on your shoulder, letting go of your arms before he circled his own around your waist.

“Look, Yuan- I’m not saying I don’t want to marry you, but you’re not in your right mind right now, so let’s talk about it in the morning, yea?” you gently pulled away from him, carefully setting your drink down before patting his head and ruffling his hair. 

Jing Yuan, however, didn’t seem too happy with your response. He placed his hand on his chest, and dramatically sighed. “You’re quite a cruel lover, my dear. Tell me,” he slurred into your ear, his tiredness slowly getting to him. “Would you marry me if I weren’t drunk?” You spared him a glance and noticed his now half lidded eyes, usually a sign he was about to fall asleep on you and make it your problem.

You pretended to think for a while before responding. “Maybe.” Your response made him frown a little, which earned a chuckle from you. “Okay, okay, fine, I will. Let’s go home,” you added, not wanting this conversation to last until the effects of alcohol wore off. You quickly finished your drink and paid your tabs off before half dragging him out of the bar.

Back in the comfort of your shared home, you sat Jing Yuan down on the bed before changing him into more comfortable clothes– While silently cursing him for one, being drunk, and two, being uncooperative and trying to drag you down and fall asleep right then and there. He’d fallen asleep sitting up by the time you finished, so you laid him down on the bed and covered him with a blanket, chuckling to yourself when he reached over to your side of the bed, a few creases appearing on his forehead when he realised you weren’t beside him.

You headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower before you finally joined him in bed, where he happily pulled you closer the moment you laid down. You felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier as you brushed your hands through Jing Yuan’s soft locks. 

Just before you fell asleep, you gave your words another thought. Were your words technically an affirmation to him that you’d marry him if he proposed? Okay… Now that you think about it, it was probably best to also leave that thought for tomorrow. Sure, the two of you had been talking about getting engaged, but it’s past midnight, and you just don’t have the energy to think.

Or, not.

“Yuan..?” You mumbled as your eyes fluttered open when you felt something on your hand. Once you adjusted your vision, you could see Jing Yuan holding your hand up to his lips, gently pressing his lips onto your ring finger. He was kissing the promise ring he’d gotten you a while ago, only leaning down to kiss you good morning when he realised you were awake. 

You sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as Jing Yuan pulled you into his lap, placing his head on your shoulder once again. He held your hand up for you to stare at the pretty band on your finger.

“You said you’d accept if I proposed when I weren’t drunk,” he said, stretching a little before he leaned over to grab something. He then held the box up beside your hand and opened it, revealing a pair of engagement rings.

“So, may I have your hand in marriage, dearest?” He let go of your hand and let it wrap around your waist, bringing your back closer to his chest.

This man was going to be the death of you, you swear. 

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

[marsdql]

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이희승

Heeseung walked into the apartment, his footsteps soft as he tried not to disturb the quiet. The faint light from the lamp cast a warm glow over the room, and there you were, curled up on the couch. Your phone had slipped from your hand, and the blanket barely covered you.

Heeseung stopped in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat at how adorable you looked. He crouched beside the couch, a fond smile spreading across his face.

“You really waited for me, huh?” he whispered, his voice filled with affection. “You’re so precious, I swear.”

His fingers brushed against your cheek, admiring how peaceful you looked, completely unaware of his gaze. “What did I do to deserve you, my angel?” he murmured, shaking his head in awe.

He leaned closer, his breath warm on your skin as he spoke again. “I’m sorry for making you wait, but it’s okay now. Let’s get you to bed.”

You shifted slightly at his words, your eyes fluttering open for just a moment. Heeseung’s heart melted when you blinked up at him, barely awake.

“Hey there, my baby,” he whispered, running a hand through your hair. “You’re still so beautiful, even like this.”

Without waiting for a response, Heeseung scooped you up in his arms. You instinctively snuggled against him, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

“Alright, my sleepyhead,” he said softly as he walked toward the bedroom. “Let’s get you tucked in for real.”

Once he laid you down and tucked you in, Heeseung lingered for a moment, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Sweet dreams, darling,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll always be here for you.” -- REST OF THE MEMBERS BELOW !

박종성

Jay stepped into the apartment, the day’s exhaustion hanging heavily on his shoulders. The soft glow of a single lamp illuminated the cozy space, but it was the silence that caught his attention. He set his bag down quietly and slipped off his shoes, calling softly, “Y/N? Babe?”

When no response came, he walked further in and stopped in his tracks. There you were—curled up on the couch, a throw blanket barely covering you, your phone resting loosely in your hand. You were fast asleep, your face relaxed, your lips slightly parted.

Jay couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged at his lips. He knelt beside you, resting his chin in his hand as he watched you.

“Ahhh, you waited for me,” he murmured to himself, a wave of adoration washing over him. His eyes softened as he took you in, your peaceful expression melting away the stress of his day. “My girl… you’re too cute for your own good.”

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingertips gentle. You stirred slightly, mumbling something that made him chuckle under his breath.

“You could’ve just gone to bed, you know,” he whispered, leaning closer to get a better look at your face. “But no, you had to wait up for me, didn’t you? My sweet little angel.”

He sighed playfully, shaking his head at how much you made his heart ache—in the best way. “Alright, baby,” he murmured, “let’s get you to bed.”

When you didn’t respond, Jay chuckled to himself. “Of course, you’re going to make me do all the work,” he teased softly.

Sliding one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, he lifted you effortlessly. You groaned in protest, your face scrunching up as you instinctively buried your face against his chest.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he said, his voice tender. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got you.”

Jay carried you to the bedroom, carefully laying you down on the bed. He started pulling the blanket up over you when your eyes fluttered open slightly.

“Jay?” you mumbled, your voice soft and groggy.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” he said, crouching beside the bed to look at you. “You fell asleep waiting for me again. You’re too cute, you know that?”

A small, sleepy smile tugged at your lips, but your eyes drifted shut again before you could reply. Jay chuckled softly, tucking the blanket up to your chin.

“You’re lucky I love you this much,” he whispered, leaning in to press another kiss to your forehead.

As he stood to leave, you reached out weakly, grabbing his hand. “Stay,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

Jay felt his heart melt all over again. “Of course, baby,” he said, slipping into bed beside you and pulling you into his arms.

You instinctively snuggled closer, your head resting against his chest. Jay let out a contented sigh, holding you close as his own eyes grew heavy.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, his lips brushing your hair. For the first time that day, everything felt exactly as it should.

심재윤

Jake opened the door as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful apartment. When he saw you curled up on the couch, he froze, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

“Ah, you waited for me,” he said quietly, kneeling beside you. He gently tapped your nose. “You’re too precious, you know that?”

You stirred slightly but didn’t wake, so Jake decided to take matters into his own hands. He scooped you up carefully, cradling you against his chest.

“Come on, baby. Couch time is over. Let’s get you to bed,” he said softly, smiling when you nuzzled into him.

Once he laid you down and tucked you in, you mumbled, “Jake?”

“I’m here, love,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

And he stayed, sitting beside you until he fell asleep with his head resting against your shoulder.

박성훈

Sunghoon stepped inside, glancing around the quiet apartment. When he spotted you on the couch, his lips curled into a soft smile. You were wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, your head resting on the armrest.

Kneeling beside you, he tilted his head, admiring how peaceful you looked. “Aigoo, you really waited for me, huh? You’re adorable,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He ran a finger down your cheek, his heart swelling at the sight of you. “What am I gonna do with you, hmm?”

Carefully, he lifted you into his arms, chuckling when you murmured, “Noooo, leave me here.”

“Not a chance, baby. You need a proper bed,” he said, carrying you to the bedroom. He tucked you in, smoothing the blanket over you.

As he turned to leave, you reached out and grabbed his sleeve. “Don’t go.”

Sunghoon smiled, slipping under the covers beside you. “I’m not going anywhere. Sweet dreams, love.”

김선우

Sunoo’s heart melted the second he walked in and saw you curled up on the couch. The blanket you were using was sliding off, and your hair was a mess, but to him, you looked perfect.

Kneeling down, he tilted his head, admiring your peaceful face. “You’re seriously the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

He adjusted the blanket over you, then gently shook your shoulder. “Y/N, let’s get you to bed. You’ll regret this tomorrow if you don’t.”

You groaned, turning away from him. Sunoo pouted. “Don’t make me do all the work! Fine, fine. I’ll carry you.”

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, tucking you in with extra care. As he leaned down to kiss your forehead, you opened your eyes slightly.

“Sunoo?” you mumbled.

“Yes, it’s me, your favorite person,” he teased, grinning. “Now go back to sleep, my angel.”

양중원

Jungwon stepped inside and immediately spotted you curled up on the couch. His lips tugged into a small smile as he walked over, crouching beside you.

“You’re really something, you know that?” he said softly, brushing his fingers against your hair. “Waiting for me when you’re this tired. What am I going to do with you?”

He debated waking you up but decided against it. Instead, he carefully scooped you up into his arms, chuckling when you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re making this too easy, Y/N,” he said quietly, carrying you to the bedroom.

Once he tucked you in, he leaned down and whispered, “Sweet dreams, love. I’ll always take care of you.”

니시무라 리키

Ni-ki walked into the apartment, expecting you to be awake. Instead, he found you fast asleep on the couch, your phone still glowing faintly in your hand.

He let out a small laugh, crouching beside you. “Yah, you really fell asleep waiting for me?” he teased, though his voice was soft and full of affection.

He carefully took the phone from your hand and set it on the table. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, or I’d scold you for this,” he joked, brushing your hair back.

“Come on, lazy,” he murmured, slipping an arm under you to lift you. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You mumbled something incoherent, making him laugh quietly. “Yeah, yeah, you can thank me in the morning.”

After tucking you in, he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you for a moment. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

ps: this was originially only for heeseung and jay so thats why theirs have longer vers.

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[dreamwritesimagines]

Sunshine [8] - Scorching

AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! ❤️ You’re amazing! ❤️

I hope you like this as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! 🥰

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Summary: The morning after can be peaceful.

Word Count: 4244

CW: Explicit language, mentions of sex, drinking, adult themes MDNI

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There was a reason why you kept telling everyone you couldn’t do casual. You had tried it numerous times, and every single time you ended up getting attached but this?

With Logan?

This was a whole different level.

When the alarm pulled you out of the deep haze of sleep, it took you a couple of seconds to be able to even lift your arm to grab your phone. Your whole body felt sore in the most pleasant way as you pulled back from the warmth and rolled to your side to check the time on the screen before hitting snooze, and while you were more than ready to fall back to sleep, the urge disappeared immediately the moment you heard Logan’s groan.

It was almost insane how you were still hungry for him. The dawn was breaking by the time you had fallen asleep -to be honest, you were quite sure you had passed out- but as soon as you turned around and your eyes fell on him, the spark of the familiar fire of desire shot through you, making your lips curl into a smile. He ran a hand over his eyes as if trying to get rid of any trace of sleep before he lowered his hand to smirk at you.

“Morning,” you said softly and he pulled you closer to himself and cupped your cheek to brush his lips against yours, coaxing a sigh out of you.

“Hi sweetheart.”

You could feel your heart skipping a beat at his morning voice and you rested your chin on his chest, fiddling with the dog tags hanging from the chain around his neck as he brushed his knuckles against your cheekbone.

“Feeling okay?”

“More than okay,” you said and thought for a moment. “I’ll have to ask if Jamie knows someone who can teach me how to walk again but zero regrets.”

A chuckle vibrated deep in his chest and you beamed at him, turning the tags in your hand. He ran his fingertips up and down your spine, awakening goosebumps on your skin and you pecked him on the lips but the moment you pulled away, he pulled you back so that he could kiss you again. He rolled over so that he could get on top of you, making you let out a happy squeal before the loud alarm of your phone went off again and you hit snooze once more.

“Call in sick,” Logan murmured and you tried to focus, scratching at the nape of his neck softly but before you could say anything, his phone started vibrating somewhere on the floor-you were guessing in his jean pockets. He dropped his head to the croak of your neck, making you giggle.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?”

“Nope.”

“But it could be important.”

You could almost feel his smirk. “I swear to you, nothing is more important than this.”

“Someone could be dying!”

“They should find a doctor then.”

“Logan!” you exclaimed, pushing at his broad shoulders and he lifted his head with a sigh, then grabbed his phone off the floor with a sigh. You toyed with the tags swinging above your face as he looked down at you with a fond light in his eyes before dipping his head to give you a small kiss on the lips, then answered the phone.

“What do you want?”

Your jaw dropped as you squeezed at his hand beside your head.

“Be nice!”

He shook his head slightly, his brows pulling into a frown.

“Find someone else,” he told the person on the other line and rolled his eyes. “I’m not at the mansion right now Scott, I can’t go up to the roof—” he stopped talking as Scott said something you couldn’t hear, making his frown deepen. “How the fuck do you know where I am?”

You tilted your head to the left while he heaved a furious sigh, then gritted his teeth.

“Just wait there,” he snapped and hung up, a growl rumbling in his chest before he cleared his throat and put the phone down.

“I’m really sorry princess,” he said softly, turning to you. “I…I’m going to kill Scott, but I gotta go.”

The change in his tone almost gave you a whiplash. You knew he was annoyed, if not angry at Scott, but there was no trace of that snappy tone he used with him when he spoke to you; instead his voice was gentle, and held none of that sharp edge it held just a moment ago. You could feel a smile curling your lips and you nodded your head.

“No problem,” you said. “Is everything okay?”

“He brought the jet here.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Sorry?”

“Yeah, waiting on the roof right now.”

“This roof?”

“This roof,” he said. “I have no idea how he knew where I was.”

You grabbed his phone and waved it at him. “This maybe?”

A look of realization dawned on his face.

“Right,” he muttered before kissing you on the lips and you giggled, cupping his cheek before pulling back to look up at him.

“Your friends are waiting,” you told him and he heaved a sigh, then pecked you again and got off of you to grab his clothes. You let your eyes roam his naked body hungrily while he put his clothes on but as soon as you rolled over to his side, you felt the significant dip that made you frown before the memory hit you.

You—

Oh.

You had in fact broken the bed last night.

You pulled yourself to the edge of the bed to hang down halfway, trying to see under the bed and you reached down to feel underneath the frame where it had broken but Logan stopped you.

“Don’t, it’ll cut you,” he said and reached down before you felt the unmistakable sound of metal bending into its place.

“Oops,” you said with a giggle and he smirked at you, crouching down to get to your level while you rested your chin on your hand, still on the edge of the bed.

“It should be good for now,” he said. “I’ll fix it when I get back, okay sweetheart?”

You nodded your head, beaming up at him.

“When will you be back?” you asked, your voice soft and he stole a kiss from your lips, his fingers caressing your hair.

“Scott seems to think it’ll take the whole weekend and if we’re not back on Monday, I’ll leave him there and come back.”

“You would never.”

“I might,” he muttered, making you let out a small laugh.

“But seriously, it’s fine,” you insisted. “I’m going to be with Theo whole weekend, it’s not as if we’d be able to see each other until Monday.”

He paused as if he hadn’t considered that before nodding his head.

“Right,” he said. “Of course.”

“See you on Monday then,” you said with a smile and he pecked you on the lips, then pressed a kiss on the top of your bed and straightened his back.

“Be careful, please?”

“Always am,” you said. “And you too.”

He shot you a smirk before walking out of the room and you heard the front door open before it closed again and you heaved a sigh, then rolled onto your back and smiled to yourself. You pressed your fingertips on your lips, then attempted to sit up but your eyes widened as all your muscles protested, and you took a deep breath.

“Moving slow today,” you muttered to yourself. “So worth it.”

                                        *

You’d always liked weekends but ever since Theo had started attending the school for the gifted, weekends was becoming your favorite time of the week. You missed Theo so terribly from Monday to Friday, so every weekend you tried to make sure he was happy to be home. You would take him on picnics, to movies, to wherever he wanted to see and always made sure to cook and bake his favorites so that when he went back to school, he knew he still had a home to go back to whenever he wanted.

So, your weekend with Theo had gone well. You took him to a new exhibition in one of his favorite museums and had a documentary night at home with his favorite snacks, as it was your tradition before he started school.

He was also beyond happy to have Cheeto and Popcorn. He had hugged you and told you that you were the best mom ever, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make the tears rush to your eyes.

When Monday arrived and you dropped him off to school, you had texted Logan but apparently he still wasn’t back. You could almost hear him grumbling about it even if it was on text, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit disappointed, but you knew you had to go to work anyway so the best-case scenario you would be seeing him in the evening even if he were back.

But apparently, Theo had forgotten his book home so after work, you had to drop by home and drive to his school to drop it off.

“So,” Julie’s voice reached you from the speaker of the phone as you kept your eyes on the road. “Is Mr. Break Your Bed gonna be there?”

“I don’t think so,” you said with a small grin. “I texted him but he hasn’t seen it yet. And either way, he probably won’t be back by the midnight, so…”

“Maybe a midnight visit then?”

“I mean I don’t want to be pushy but…” you trailed off. “I hope so. Can you have withdrawals when it comes to sex? Because I’m pretty sure I’m having withdrawals.”

“It’s barely Monday evening,” she said. “You’re not having withdrawals, you’re just horny.”

“Julie, that night changed me,” you said. “I’m a changed woman now.”

“I’m happy for you but how about we slow down for a moment?”

“I think at some point my soul left my body.”

“I don’t think so.”

“It was floating in space or something.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“I saw myself in an alternate universe and she was also with Logan.”

“That’s not what happened.”

“Julie—”

 “I’m really proud of you for having orgasms but at the risk of sounding like Jamie,” she cut you off. “You need to take a deep breath and calm down for a moment. I don’t care how good he is in bed, let’s keep in mind that he’s still just a guy.”

“I am calm.”

“You’re not calm,” she said. “We’re on family account so I know you listened to Crazy in Love - Fifty Shades of Grey remix on loop all night last night.”

“I was making a trailer for me and Logan in my head.”

“Which doesn’t fall under the category of being calm.”

You took a deep breath, lazily turning the steering wheel.

“You know how much I support you getting laid,” Julie said. “But let’s not put the guy up on a pedestal just because he’s great in bed. Please?”

“I’m not doing that,” you said, your voice coming out way too petulant. “It’s just…you know, I’m happy.”

“And that makes me happy,” she assured you. “I promise you. But I don’t want you to get hurt, so let’s go slow with this whole thing with Logan.”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah I know,” you said as you pulled over, looking up at the mansion. “Gotta go, I’ll call you?”

“Okay!”

“Love you!”

“Love you too sunshine,” she said and hung up, and you grabbed your phone off the holder before stepping out of the car. You knew Logan wasn’t there, but you still felt your heart skipping a happy beat and made your way into the mansion.

Considering it was late in the evening, Theo and the most of the younger students had to have gone to bed, and you didn’t want to wake him up from his sleep just to give him his book. Some of the older students were around so you stopped the closest guy and smiled at him.

“Um, hi.”

His eyes widened as he looked at you, then he looked up at the ceiling as if forcing himself to drag his gaze away.

“Hi miss—ma’am,” he said and you tilted your head.

“Uh, are you okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” he stammered. “I just have been told not to even look at…how—how may I help you?”

“I was wondering where Professor X is,” you said even though you were confused about why he refused to look at you. “I’ll give him Theo’s book, I’m his mom.”

“I know,” he said. “I can give it to him tomorrow if you’d like.”

“Oh that’d be wonderful, thank you!” you said as he took the book from you and you frowned.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Caleb!” someone called out and he turned his head, then nodded.

“I’d better go,” he said. “Uh, see you around—or not! Not see you around, I’ll just…” he waved his hand vaguely before walking away from you in a hurry, and you leaned on your hip.

“Well that was weird,” you muttered to yourself and turned around to make your way through the hallway but as soon as you turned the corner, someone pulled you by the arm, making you let out a squeal before you saw who it was, your heartbeat getting faster in a second.

Logan.

He had to have just stepped out of the shower judging by his wet hair. His hazel eyes was shining with that fond light they always held whenever he looked at you, making your chest feel all warm as a smile curled his lips.

“Hi princess.”

“Hi!” you chirped, smiling wide at him, painfully aware of the heart eyes you were giving him. “You’re back!”

He hummed, dipping his head to pull you into a kiss and you heaved a pleasant sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck when his arm sneaked around your waist to press your body to his.

“I didn’t know you were back,” you said when you pulled back to look up at him and he stroked your cheekbone.

“Arrived like half an hour ago,” he said. “I heard your voice when I stepped out of the shower. What are you doing here?”

“Theo forgot his book,” you said. “I texted you actually, but…”

“My phone died,” he mumbled apologetically and you let out a laugh.

“Why do I get the feeling you and technology don’t get along well?”

The corners of his lips twitched. “Maybe.”

“How was the mission?”

“It was good,” he said. “Missed you though.”

Happiness bloomed in your chest, making you beam at him. “Did you?”

He hummed and stole another kiss from you, entwining his fingers with yours before stepping back and tugging at your hand.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

He shot you a playful smile, making your stomach do a happy flip.

“Well, like I said, I missed you,” he said, pulling you to himself to peck you on the lips again. “And my room is closer than your place.”

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Okay.

Well—

Perhaps you weren’t exactly going slow.

Perhaps sex with Logan was making you plan your future cabin in the woods but as long as you kept it to yourself, you figured it was fine.

You had no idea what time you had fallen asleep but when you woke up to your stomach growling, it was still midnight. You looked up at Logan’s sleeping figure before smiling to yourself, and very carefully moved in the bed but as soon as you turned around, Logan threw an arm over your waist to pull you back to him.

“Where are you going?” he muttered into your hair, his voice still sleepy and you let out a giggle, squeezing at his arm.

“Burning energy leads to hunger, strange as it sounds,” you said. “Aren’t you hungry?”

You could hear his smirk; “Nah, I ate.”

A fire spread over your face as you pulled the pillow from under your head to smack it on his arm, making him chuckle.

“Want me to get you something?” he asked and you thought for a moment, then shook your head.

“I don’t know what I want, so I’ll check the kitchen,” you said as you sat up in the bed and grabbed your dress but tilted your head when you saw the broken zipper. You raised your brows and held it up, throwing a look at him over your shoulder and he held up his hands.

“Sorry about that.”

You tilted your head. “You don’t sound very sorry.”

“That’s because I’m not.”

You scrunched up your nose at him, narrowing your eyes.

“I’m so stealing your clothes tomorrow before going to my place,” you told him and grabbed his shirt to put it on, then got up from the bed despite your muscles protesting every single movement. He got up as well and got into his jeans then followed you out of the room.

It was clear that everyone was asleep, the hallway completely dark and empty, and you smiled when Logan threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer. Entwining your fingers with his, you let him lead you to the kitchen downstairs and as soon as you took a step to the fridge, he slapped your butt, making you whirl around with a gasp.

“People are sleeping!” you whispered, pointing a finger at him while trying your hardest not to laugh, then opened the fridge door to see what was inside. You hummed, then took out some bread, butter and cheese and held them up.

“You want some grilled cheese sandwich?”

“Sure,” he said with a soft smile on his face and you nodded, then kicked the fridge door close to make your way to the counter.

“At the risk of sounding arrogant,” you said. “I make a killer grilled cheese sandwich.”

“Yeah?” he asked, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, dipping his head to bury his nose to the crook of your neck. A giggle escaped from your lips as you fidgeted in his arms.

“Logan!”

“You smell so good.”

“I highly doubt that,” you retorted, cutting the cheese. “We’ve been um…busy for hours.”

You could feel his smirk against your skin; “Busy?”

“Stop,” you chided him lightheartedly, your cheeks burning a little as you held up a piece of cheese over your shoulder for him to bite it. You popped the rest into your mouth, then looked around.

“Where’s the pan?”

“It’s—” Logan started, but raised his head to look behind him, making you frown.

“What?”

“You don’t want Theo to know yet, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“He’s awake, coming here,” he muttered, stepping back from you and you frowned but before you could ask anything, you heard the familiar footsteps.

Uh oh.

Any observer would’ve been able to tell what was happening, considering Logan was only in his jeans, and you were in his flannel but Theo was still little and you hadn’t brought anyone home before so you knew he wouldn’t be able to understand. Either way, you fixed your hair hurriedly and threw your shoulders back when Theo appeared at the entrance, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses with his fist, then he lowered his hand to pull his brows together.

“Mommy?”

“Bean!” you said breathlessly and smiled at him. “Hi. Why are you awake?”

Theo blinked a couple of times as if trying to focus, then fixed his glasses, his lips pulled into a pout.

“What are you doing here?”

You exchanged glances with Logan who was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, then you turned to Theo.

“I brought your book and the car broke down so I decided to spend the night here,” you lied. “You were already asleep when I got here. What are you doing up?”

“I was thirsty,” he said through his pout and Logan filled a glass of water to give it to you so that you could give it to Theo. “Hi Mr. Logan.”

“Hi bub.”

Theo downed the water and gave the glass back to you, then hugged your legs with a small whine. You smiled to yourself and lifted him up for him to wrap his arms and legs around you like a little koala, and leaned his head to your chest with a yawn.

“Want me to carry him to bed?” Logan asked and Theo frowned, then shook his head, holding onto you tighter.

“We get a bit cranky when we’re sleepy,” you whispered to Logan and pressed a kiss on top of Theo’s hair. “It’s fine, right bean?”

Theo nodded quietly.

“His room is—”

“Down the hallway, I know,” you told Logan with a smile. “Be right back.”

You walked out of the kitchen with Theo in your arms, humming an old song that used to put Theo to sleep when he was a baby. He mumbled something in his sleep and you reached the half open door of his room, then pushed it to step in.

Theo having a room to himself wasn’t something you had thought about when you enrolled him but when you came to pick him up at the end of his first week, Professor X had informed you that it was a precaution, after all Theo still didn’t know how to control his very destructive powers so it was both for his safety and the other students’. You could see his books on the table and his animal drawings on the walls, as well as him in a superhero suit. You repressed a smile, then gently put him down on his bed and pulled the covers over him.

“Mommy?”

“Yes my love?” you whispered, stroking over his hair before taking his glasses off to put them on his bedside table. Theo yawned.

“I had a dream about Cheeto and Popcorn.”

“Really?”

“Mm hm,” he said drowsily. “They’re friends right? Best friends?”

You smiled to yourself.

“They are,” you said. “And they love you.”

 Theo hugged his pillow tighter, already half asleep. “Love you mommy.”

“Love you too bean,” you said, pressing a kiss on his forehead before pulling back to see whether he could hear you but he was deep asleep already. You smiled to yourself and heaved a sigh, then made your way back to the kitchen where Logan was already turning the sandwich in the pan on the stove.

“Hottest chef I’ve ever seen,” you joked as you jumped to sit on the counter and he gave you a smile.

“I doubt making grilled sandwich counts as being a chef.”

“It totally does,” you told him and he put it on a plate, then put it in your lap.

“Here.”

“Yay!” you said and took a bite, then closed your eyes. “Ugh, I love bread.”

Logan chuckled, making you open your eyes as you chewed on your bite, then swallowed it.

“You’re great with him, you know?” Logan asked and you pulled your brows together in confusion before the realization dawned on you.

“With Theo?” you asked and let out a small laugh. “Well, comes with the territory.”

“Not at all,” Logan said. “Not every parent is like that.”

A bright smile lit up your face.

“Thank you,” you said. “For saying that. It means more than you know. Half of the time I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Logan said. “He’s the happiest kid I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your smile widening and he nodded.

“Mm hm.”

“Good,” you said. “I mean his happiness is the most important thing for me. Everything else comes secondary to that, even myself which is…not something I thought was possible before.”

That soft light was shining in his eyes again and you took a deep breath, then scrunched up your nose.

“Sorry,” you said as you put down the sandwich in the plate. “This is the part where people get scared.”

He hummed, leaning his hands on either side of you, caging you in, making your heart skip a happy beat and a mischievous smirk curled his lips.

“Do I strike you as a man who gets scared?” he asked and a small giggle climbed up your throat.

“No,” you admitted. “But…”

“But?”

“But I’d get it if you did.”

He shook his head, his hazel gaze locked in yours.

“Not gonna happen.”

You could feel the warmth spreading from your chest to your whole body and you leaned in to press a feathery kiss on his lips.

“Good,” you managed to say. “I happen to like having you around, and your cooking skills aren’t so bad.”

“Oh is that right?”

“Could use some more practice but I figure two hundred years is a bit early to learn and—Logan!” you squealed as he took the plate to put it beside you on the counter, then pulled you to himself, making you slide on the counter, a laugh escaping from you before you covered your mouth.

“People are sleeping!” you reminded him again and he shrugged his shoulders, that irresistible smile curling his lips again.

“Well,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you again as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a pleasant sigh. “Guess you’re gonna have to be quiet, sweetheart.”

9 - Tranquility

[nadvs]

cam girl (part eleven)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning alcohol use

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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Rafe has never had a hangover this bad. The sharp ache hammering against his temples is relentless.

He feels absolutely fucking finished. Last night, he passed out on whoever hosted the party’s floor, so not only is his head a mess, but his back is sore as fuck.

And the black eye doesn’t feel so good, either.

Even after last night’s aggravating argument with you and the embarrassing drunk texts he sent and this residual hangover from hell, when Rafe gets home in the late morning and finds you curled up in his bed, he feels better.

His head always does this when he’s around you. It’s like the whole world is nothing but fucking noise but with you, the loud turns quiet.

He still doesn’t know how you do that.

Rafe peels his clothes off, takes a hot shower, brushes his teeth and puts on new boxers… and he comes back to see you still passed out on his bed.

You must be exhausted. He feels the usual warm and incomprehensible buzz in his chest when he looks at you, even though he’s mad at you.

Rafe settles in his bed half-naked, slow not to wake you.

He’s half-asleep, fighting the ridiculous urge to turn around and hold you, when he feels you finally shift behind him. He turns to look at you and hates how his first thought is that you look pretty. He’s supposed to be pissed off at you.

He has no idea what the fuck happened last night. Why you made him feel like you’re sick of him all of a sudden.

“Crap,” you whisper as you sit up, realizing where you are and dropping eye contact with him immediately.

“Thought you needed a break from me,” Rafe mutters. “Why are you in my bed?”

He didn’t intend for his words to come out so sharp.

“I didn’t… mean to fall asleep.” You don’t even look at him. “You don’t have to be a dick about it.”

You’re about to get out of his bed and Rafe is powerless to his impulses like he always is around you. His hand circles your wrist, pulling you back.

You drop to sit on the edge of the bed and he can tell you’re annoyed by the way you look up at the ceiling and sigh. He remains on his back, the pain radiating through him keeping him from sitting up.

“I have work to do,” you say, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Did we go too long last night?” Rafe asks, needing to know why you’re so cold, why you’re done with him all of a sudden. “Is that why you’re being like this? That shit was your fucking idea.”

That stupid toy you got was what kept him from cumming for so damn long. He was fucking you for ages. Maybe it was much for you. He can’t think of what else could have compelled you to say you want a break.

“I’m obviously tired, Rafe,” you breathe. “In every possible way. Just let me…”

Your words fade into nothing once you look at him. He sees the same concerned expression you wore when you towelled the raindrops off of his face last night.

“What happened?” you ask, your voice soft.

He knows how rough he looks; he saw himself in the mirror this morning. His right eye is covered with an ugly purple splotch that spreads down to his cheekbone. Evidence of the fight he got into last night. He doesn’t want to think about it.

So, he resorts to what he does best and tries to suffocate the feeling with sex.

“You wanna make me feel better?” he asks suggestively, cocking his head. He hopes he has the effect on you that he usually does.

You’re motionless, your eyes still hard on his face. Okay. Now he’s fucking desperate.

“Please?”

Did he really just say that?

The corner of your lips curl up into a small smile. He’s embarrassed, but thank fuck you don’t look angry anymore.

“Are you… begging me?” you ask. Your voice is back to that playful tone he’s used to.

His hand is still curled around your wrist, tense that you’ll try to leave again.

“Come here,” he says.

“How bad do you want me?” you tease. He loathes when you fuck with him like this. But why does he kind of like it, too?

He only says your name in warning, even though he knows he doesn’t have the power here.

It’s so goddamn frustrating. He’s used to you doing what he wants. But after last night, after you mentioned a break, he realized he needs to feel needed by you. You’re the one actually in control here.

“I’m all you think about, right?” you goad him. “According to your text?”

Rafe pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. It’s humiliating how he typed out everything he was feeling last night.

“I was drunk,” he says defensively. Your smile drops and you start to twist your wrist out of his grip. Shit. Wrong thing to say. “But, yeah,” he adds. “You are.”

“You’re only saying that to get laid,” you murmur.

“I’m not,” he admits. He takes a breath. “All I do is… wait until the next time I can see you.”

Rafe’s not looking at you as he stammers his way through his words.

“That’s what you meant last night?” you ask him. He thinks back to the way he had you bent over the table, stupidly saying he’s the one who always has to wait.

He needs to fuck. Now. He can’t take this feelings shit.

Once he finally meets your eyes again, he’s relieved to see that your stare has softened. You turn to move towards him and his muscles immediately lose their tension.

You straddle him and the way your thighs box him in like this feels so fucking good that he forgets he’s hungover.

You start to grind against him and the thrilling promise of satisfaction washes over him, his boxers getting tighter as he gets harder.

“Does this help?” you whisper. He watches you through low lids, his hands on your thighs.

“Yeah, like that,” he groans. “Good girl.”

He slides his hands up to grip your waist and beckons you to lean over so he can kiss you, but you stiffen and reject the advance. Whatever. You must still be kind of pissed off, but he’s not about to stop what’s happening.

You sit up straighter and pull your dress up over your body, tossing it on the floor.

Rafe’s eyes hungrily trail down your body. Every time he sees your body or even just thinks about it, arousal burns through him.

He hates the feeling of you getting off of him, but once he realizes you’re taking off your panties and straddling him to fuck him in reverse cowgirl, his head feels like it’s spinning.

The sight of your bare ass perched on his pelvis is mind-blowing. He feels you pull down his boxers just enough to take his cock out, your hand running up and down his length.

You stroke him to get him fully erect, which barely takes any time. He gets hard for you in seconds.

When you lower onto him, he exhales in pure elation. You’re so wet and tight and soft and the moan you let out when you fill yourself with him is so fucking pretty.

You finally put all your weight on his hips, your hands stabilizing yourself on his knees. It’s heaven the way you squeeze him so damn tight.

You start to rock on him and his eyes drink in the way his cock is burying into you, the way your pussy looks stretched out like this.

Rafe looks over at the mirror mounted on his closet door to watch you arch your back and start to bounce on him. He doesn’t know which vantage point is hotter.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Look how fucking good you look.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror, your lips puckered as you hold back your moans. That look is for him only. He can’t stand the thought of you doing it for another man.

He watches you put your hand on your clit, touching yourself while you ride him. There’s something so fucking hot to him about how you know your body and how you shamelessly chase your own pleasure.

Rafe looks forward again, taking in the way your ass is bouncing on him, the way your back is curved, the way your cunt is clinging to his cock with every recoil.

He feels himself getting to the edge. He shuts his eyes in an attempt to delay it so you’ll get there first. Cumming will remind you of how good this arrangement between you is and you’ll forget this stupid ‘take a break’ idea.

You start to writhe even faster and breathe even quicker. He knows he’ll finish before you at this rate, so he buries his fingertips into your hips and holds you down to stop you from moving anymore.

“Why?” you whine, needy.

“Sit on my face,” he orders.

You lift your hips off of him, his cock popping out of you, glossed with your wetness. You obey and shift back on your knees.

You lower your core onto his mouth. Rafe fucking loves the way you taste. He puts his lips on you, rolling his tongue out over your velvet folds.

When he feels your hot mouth wrap around his cock, he exhales sharply. He sucks and licks you as he revels in the feeling of your tongue flicking up and down his length.

The way you’re pleasing each other at the same time makes his stomach tighten with something he’s still not used to. His body hasn’t ever reacted like this during sex, but it keeps doing this lately with you.

Rafe shoves away the thought.

He hooks his arm around you, dipping two fingers inside and curling them as he eats you out, eager to get you to cum.

Your breath is shaky, your hole tightening around his fingers. The way you looked at him when you told him you needed a break last night flashes through his mind again, pissing him off all over again.

“Nobody else can make you feel like this, hmm?” he mutters, his lips wet from you.

“Rafe…” Your voice is thin.

“Answer me.”

“No,” you tell him.

“And you want a break?” he huffs. “Do I need to fuck some sense into you?”

You’re silent, your mouth sliding up and down his cock, palming him. Frustration rises in him when you don’t answer. He needs the control. He needs to know how badly you want him.

“Do I?” he asks angrily, fingers slipping out of you to slap your ass. Your back arches at the impact, bucking up off of his face. “Do you need to watch me fuck you to get it through your head?”

Rafe pushes through the stiffness of his hangover to press against the backs of your thighs, forcing you to sit up.

“Get on your knees,” he says. “In front of the mirror.”

You groan out of irritation, but you listen to his instructions like the good girl he knows you are.

His eyes remain locked on you as you get up off of him and settle on all fours in front of the mirror on the floor, looking back at him with those beautiful eyes.

Rafe guides himself into you, finding bliss all over again. He lustfully looks at your reflection and sees the necklace he gave you hanging on your neck. It starts to swing as he thrusts into you, a reminder of how you belong to him.

Every plunge into you is fucking perfect. You squeeze his cock so nicely.

When you tighten around him, your breath hitched, he has no chance of stopping himself anymore - he cums at the same time as you, his moan tangling with yours.

Rafe can see stars as you tremble beneath him. He feels you take in everything he has to offer.

“Damn,” he says gruffly. He can’t stop himself from teasing you. “Sleeping and fucking on the clock. You’re looking to get fired.”

You let out a weak laugh and pull away from him. You stand to pick your uniform up off the floor, giving him another view of your hot, quivering body.

“Tell on me, then,” you challenge. You walk to his ensuite, shutting the door behind you. He’s sure that you know he’d never risk letting you get fired and losing this access to you.

Rafe’s heart is racing. How does every time he has sex with you feel better than the last?

He gets back into bed and pulls his cool comforter over his bare body, coming down from the high. He’s needs to figure out why the hell you’re retreating from him. And he’s determined to show you why you shouldn’t.

But with the hangover and lack of rest, Rafe falls asleep before you step back out into his room.

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You couldn’t let Rafe kiss you. You’ll allow that sort of tenderness if, and only if, you’re more than a sex toy to him, and all signs point to that possibility being a big, ugly no.

When you step back into his bedroom to see that he fell asleep, you take a second, just a second, to look at him.

His lips are slightly pursed, his hair a tousled mess. The bruise on his swollen eye looks painful. You wish you knew what happened. You figure you’ll ask him tonight when he inevitably comes over.

As you make your way to the kitchen, the rush from the sex you just had starts to dissipate and you realize you shouldn’t have done it. You have heavy, unavoidable feelings for Rafe. You said you needed a break. Giving into the temptation was stupid.

But the way he was looking at you, holding your wrist… You couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull you seem to have for each other.

The self-destructive hope flares up as you think about what he said today. It rattled you. He thinks about you? He’s always waiting to see you again? It can’t all be sexual, can it?

You’re desperate to know what’s going through his mind.

You begrudgingly accept that because of the time you spent sleeping and having sex with Rafe, you’ll need to stay late to complete all your tasks today.

After finishing up your work in the kitchen an hour later, you head out to the backyard to throw out a few bags.

You give a polite smile to the gardener, who’s standing by the gazebo. Your mind flashes back to what happened when Rafe caught you talking to him.

Rafe’s possessiveness couldn’t possibly be purely sexual. Not after the way he looked at you once you reassured him he was the only man who could touch you.

You drop the bags in the bin and turn to head back inside, but get stopped in your tracks.

“You should be careful.”

You look up to realize the gardener is speaking to you. Your brows furrow in confusion.

“What?” you ask.

“I overheard him talking about you.“

“Sorry?” you repeat.

“The son. I heard him.” Anxiety fills your veins. He wouldn’t know Rafe’s name - he’s just the son of the millionaire you’re all working for.

He heard Rafe say something about you? You decide to play dumb. You have to. You could lose your job.

“What are you talking about?” you ask.

“He was with his friends out on the balcony a few days ago,” he says. “I was working and I heard him say that he’s… uh, nailing a maid.”

The word seems to make him uncomfortable. You’re so used to Rafe’s vulgarity that you forgot some people blush at a crude word.

Honestly, you expected Rafe to brag to his friends about fucking you. But you didn’t expect a coworker to hear.

You remember watching him through the window that day. Sending him that explicit video. Slowly developing feelings for him when you knew you shouldn’t.

“What, and you think it’s me?” you say with a laugh. Maybe there’s a chance you can convince him that Rafe was lying or that the conversation wasn’t about you.

“People have been talking… Apparently you got caught in the laundry room?” he says.

Shit. All that other maid saw was Rafe in the same room as you. That was it. You didn’t expect to make friends at this job, but this is ridiculous. Do they have nothing better to do but gossip?

You’ve been found out.

“Please don’t… say anything,” you finally say quietly. “I can’t lose this job.”

“I won’t. And I’m not judging,” he says, but he definitely is. You can see it in his expression. “Just wanted to tell you that I heard some… bad stuff.”

“What?” You cross your arms, feigning confidence.

“He told his friends that you’ll do anything he wants you to,” he says. “And that you never say no.”

“Okay,” you say. You’re trying to keep your gaze steady. This is humiliating. But it’s all true and not a surprise. You didn’t expect any better from Rafe.

“And one of them said something like… that’s the type of… um…” He looks nervous again.

“Just say it.”

“The type of… slut you run through then drop when she gets boring.”

This is what finally breaks you. You only nod, trying to seem unaffected.

“What did he say to that?” you ask. You hate that you have a little bit of hope that Rafe would defend you, show a shred of respect for you.

“They all just laughed.”

Your heart sinks.

Of course that’s what Rafe thinks of you. Of course to him, you’re just a whore that he’ll get tired of eventually. You shouldn’t have ever given him the power to disappoint you.

For fuck’s sake, you asked him point blank over text last night if all he wants to do is fuck and he replied with a clear YES.

“Okay,” you say, turning away before he can see the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Sorry. Thought you’d want to know,” he says to your back. “These rich guys are all assholes.”

“Yup,” you reply, walking away.

You don’t even give a fuck about your job anymore. It’d be better if you lost it so you don’t have to see Rafe ever again.

This is fucking agony. You feel so dehumanized.

When you make it home that evening, two hours later than usual, you type a text you mentally drafted on your drive home.

You open the conversation with one of your close friends from college and text her: hey, are there any parties tonight?

Getting drunk and partying is not a healthy way to cope, you know that, but you desperately need to get your mind off of things. Thankfully, your friend responds quickly about a party at a frat house on campus.

After you get ready, you take a cab to the address your friend sent you. It doesn’t take you long to find her and start downing shots.

Your phone buzzes, right on cue. It’s 10 pm, after all. He’s waiting for you on that depraved website where it all began. The text is blurry through your tipsy eyes.

Rafe: where are you?

You finally send him the message you’ve been toiling over, anger and disgust and embarrassment and sadness heavy on your chest.

You: i’m done. this is over. i’m not even a fucking person to you am i

{ read part twelve here }

[pintrestgrl]

hii bby💓 im so glad we became mutuals because you are my first mutual🥹

could i request kook!reader x rafe where reader always likes to talk right before the go to bed like for (ex. they could be laying in bed cuddled up trying to fall asleep but reader just talks about literally anything) thats how i was when i was a child id stay over my grandmas and just talk her head off at night😭

yesss ofc i’m exactly like this 😭 i cannot handle the silence omg

but omg i’m so glad too 🥹 ily ily and im honored to be ur first mutual 💕💘💞💖💓💝

also imagine this w like season4!rafe too. this was also not proofread and was a bit rushed.. tbh

okk anyways enjoy !!

bf!rafe cameron with sweetheart!kook!reader.

you had probably the longest day of your life today. rafe, too. you both had spent all day together, shopping on the mainland.

he had been following you around in every shop, watching you try on your every item with a smile on his face.

he paid for everything too, not really bothering to glance at the total of your many items.

he just wanted you to be happy. and he’d do his best job to make sure it was because of him.

but now, you had returned back to his house.

you both had a quickie quick shower together, and brushed your teeth.

it was safe to say, you both were exhausted. neither of you should have any trouble sleeping tonight, right?

wrong.

he had you laid up against his bare chest, your whole body smelling like vanilla lotion, and a hand resting against your back.

the only problem was that, you would not stop talking.

he thought you would pass out the second you entered the white sheets, but clearly you proved him wrong.

you were just constantly spewing out millions of random sentences.

“do you love me?”

“today was fun.”

“ooo, i wanna show my sister everything i got today!”

“do you think i’d survive in a zombie apocalypse?”

“what’s your favorite color?”

“my feet hurt.”

“my lotion smells good.”

“i hope my hair air dries good.”

“what’s your favorite animal?”

if he didn’t know you that well, he’d think you were joking with the way you were obnoxiously speaking right now.

he tried to ignore it and just drift to sleep, but he physically couldn’t keep his mouth shut anymore.

he spoke.

“okay, stop. yes to all your questions, now go to bed. please. okay?”

you frowned, a small pout forming on your pretty lips. you let out a small huff, rolling your body off of his and causing your back to face him.

he smirked, scoffing. his hand snaked to your waist, stroking the skin there as he spoke.

“no— baby, i didn’t mean it like that. c’mon, i’m sorry. okay?”

you didn’t answer him, opting for just staring at the wall in front of you.

he didn’t want you to be mad at him, that really was his last intention. he just wanted you to get some good rest.

he sighed, giving up. before he decided to fully pull your waist towards his body, him laughing as you tried to fight the smile coming to your face.

he turned your body over onto your back, hovering over you and planting multiple kisses on your face.

he spoke, finally pulling away from your skin.

“there. are you happy?”

you tried to contain the soft smile coming to your lips, but you couldn’t. you giggled, as his large hands stroked the skin of your hip.

you spoke.

“yeah, sure. maybe. whatever.”

he smirked, before speaking back to you.

“good. now cmon, go to bed. please?”

you nodded, going back to your original position of laying on top of his chest as he stroked your back.

you were finally quiet, finally resting. or so he thought.

he was about to succumb to a deep sleep, before he heard your soft voice whisper.

“do you love me?”

[gdinthehouseee]

Under the Weather: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: you wake up with a cold, so as soon as he notices, ji-yong wants to do nothing but take care of you.

word count: 900

tags: fluff: comfort, fever/general sickness

ao3 link

It’s early morning when you feel it—the sudden heavy weight of exhaustion pulling at you even though the day has just begun. Your head is pounding, and you feel a familiar tightness in your chest. You roll over, eyes still half-closed, not yet ready to face the day.

Ji-yong stirs beside you, shifting slightly as the morning light peeks through the curtains. He’s always the first one to rise, his energy almost always immediate, but today, he’s not quite as lively as usual. With a groan, he pushes himself up, stretching lazily before standing up and heading toward the bathroom.

You stay where you are, cocooned in the warmth of the blankets, but soon realize your body feels much too tired to do anything. As the minutes pass, you try to ignore the discomfort, willing yourself to fall back asleep—but it’s no use. You’re wide awake, but too tired to do anything about it.

He returns from the bathroom, towel hanging loosely from his waist as he moves around to get ready. The usual morning routine follows: brushing teeth, checking his phone, choosing an outfit. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, but when he glances over at the bed, he notices that you haven’t stirred since he got up. Something must be up.

He frowns, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “Aein..? Is everything okay?” His voice is soft, but there’s an undeniable note of concern.

You blink up at him, struggling to focus. “Huh?”

“You’re still in bed? You’re usually up by now.” He presses the back of his hand against your forehead. “You’re burning up.”

You blink slowly, groaning softly as you try to sit up. “I think I’m just tired,” you mutter, voice heavy. You try to smile, but the effort feels too much. “I’ll be fine in a bit…”

Ji-yong doesn’t believe you for a second. Without saying anything more, he gently presses you back into the pillows, covering you up again with the blankets. “Stay right here. I’m going to take care of you.”

You hear him moving around the apartment, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes just yet. You hear the kitchen faucet running, and the sound of something bubbling on the stove. You think he’s making something, maybe soup—you can’t tell. The air smells warm and comforting.

A few minutes later, he returns with a tray of warm tea and a bowl of soup, setting it down beside you on the bed. You look up at him through half-lidded eyes as he smiles softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re still burning up,” he murmurs, the worry in his voice barely hidden.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you say, your voice thick with drowsiness. “I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay,” Ji-yong replies, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “But I’ll make you feel better. Drink up.”

You let him feed you spoonfuls of soup, unable to protest. The warmth soothes you, but Ji-yong isn’t done yet. He presses a cool hand to your forehead before brushing some damp strands of hair away from your face.

“My poor girl,” he whispers softly, his voice laced with tenderness. “I hate seeing you like this.”

You close your eyes, grateful for his presence. The gentle rhythm of his movements is enough to make you feel cared for—protected. His care isn’t just physical; you feel it in the way he speaks to you, in the way he holds you.

After a while, he climbs into bed beside you, slipping under the covers and pulling you into his arms. You’re still too tired to say much, but you snuggle closer to him, resting your head against his chest. Ji-yong gently runs his fingers through your hair, occasionally pressing light kisses to your forehead.

“You’ll feel better soon,” he whispers, his voice soft and calming. “Just sleep, okay?”

“Mhm,” you respond faintly, too comfortable to argue. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, and it lulls you to sleep.

But just before you slip under completely, your delirium starts to take over. You mumble, barely aware of what you're saying. “You’re so pretty, you know that?”

Ji-yong chuckles softly, his fingers pausing in your hair as he smiles down at you. “Pretty? What else?” He teases, leaning in closer.

“You’re... always so nice to me,” you ramble, voice thick with exhaustion. “Taking care of me like this... I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect... just perfect... How do you always know what to do... always so sweet, I love you...” Your words blur together, but he listens, a soft smile never leaving his face.

“And you... you’re my man, my pretty boy.” You continue, eyes fluttering as you drift in and out of sleep. “I’m so lucky... you're too good to me... my favorite person...”

You let out a soft sigh, and your words trail off as your breath evens out, completely falling asleep mid-sentence.

Ji-yong finds it impossible not to smile at how adorable you are, even in your delirious state. He brushes a loose strand of hair from your face and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re too cute when you’re like this,” he whispers, his heart swelling with affection. He pulls you closer, savoring the warmth of your body against his. “Sleep, my love. I’ve got you.”

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[literaila]

The way Gojo just meelllllttttssss over reader ahhh my heart can’t take it

“morning,” he whispers, in some kind of dream.

you’ve been awake for… at least a couple of minutes now. or maybe an hour. it’s hard to tell with the cheek pressing against your neck, the skin brushing against your jugular.

five years ago, you would be dreaming.

you would wake up all alone and think about things you weren’t allowed to—and then you would get up, happy to run away from that false reality.

though, now it’s here.

and maybe its just early. maybe you’ve made too much out of this, have a knack for melodrama.

but the way satoru is drawing circles on the skin of your arm, half of his body crushing you as he leans against it, makes you feel like maybe it is something.

“i’m sleeping,” you tell him, softly, even though you’re not.

“are you?”

“uh-huh.”

“so, i guess i should say a bunch of sweet things. since you can’t hear me.”

“guess so.”

you can feel him laughing against you, but you don’t open your eyes. “you’re very pretty when you sleep,” he tells you, a finger brushing against your forehead. “always scowling.”

you frown.

“see? so cute.”

“shh, satoru.”

“and you always smell nice. like.. candy, or something,” he smushes his nose against you, breathing in enough to tickle.

“that’s because you get your spit all over me.”

“have to mark my territory, baby.”

you snort, and squirm away from him.

satoru is grinning. you can feel his teeth. “and you make such interesting noises when you’re asleep, too.”

“hmm.”

“but what i really like,” he whispers, fingers trailing from your nose, down to your chin. “is when you wake up.”

satoru pauses, and you both sit there in the silence—it’s been a while since you’ve woken up like this.

maybe he can feel it too—that shift. some mornings are just different than others. some mornings you feel like you might cease to exist if he’s not right there next to you.

“‘cause then i get to hear your voice, see those pretty eyes. and i can stop saying all of this stuff because you already know…”

you hear the unspoken look at me in his voice, but you don’t.

satoru nips at your neck. “and when you wake up i can finally smell your gross breath—“

finally you turn over, pushing him away with a blind hand. “if you’re going to be a jerk, i’m going back to bed.”

he leans over you and kisses your cheek. “who’s the jerk?”

“nope. you ruined it. wake me up again in an hour.”

“c’mon, baby, you know i love your morning breath.”

you shake your head, almost falling off of the bed with the effort it takes to move away from his advances.

“aw, did i hurt your feelings?”

“as if,” you mutter, and ignore the easy way he pulls you back, moving you so he can see every flutter of your eyelashes once again.

“it’s okay,” he tells you, teasing. “i’ve got more to say so you keep sleeping.”

you almost peek an eye open, but refrain.

“i like it when you finally wake up because then i know that you’re actually here,” his voice grows soft, maybe a bit reluctant. “i used to think about this back in school.”

“you did?”

“i used to think about everything. waking up with you, going on missions, sitting in class, sparring. you’ve always been a constant distraction.”

youre still, maybe because you don’t want him to stop.

“you should ask shoko. she got tired of hearing about it, like, two months in.”

“you should get her flowers. as an apology.”

“i should, shouldn’t i? we can get you some too,” satoru leans back down, kissing right by your ear, smiling into your skin. “since i hurt your feelings and all.”

“mm-hmm.”

he breathes you in again. “i don’t think you’re real, really. i probably made this up. you know what yaga says about overactive imaginations.”

you lean into him, sighing. “i’m real.”

“are you sure?” satoru asks.

you open your eyes and he’s already looking back, smiling. so you smile too. “i’m sure. i’m right here, and so are you.”

“hey,” his eyes are wide and soft, his voice lithe and almost uncontrollable. “there are those eyes.”

[gublershrry]

👏OKAY👏

Billie fluff!! Like desperately. Deep and detailed!!

Just Billie x reader cuddling at the end of the night in bed. Billie being the big spoon has her arm draped over reader and interlocking their fingers. Reader grabs her hand and kisses it all over saying affirmations. Kissing her fairy tattoos. She turns over and they just have a soft, fluffy wholesome make out sesh that is nothing but comfort and curing anxiety. Affirmations and hair play. My dream 🥺

Heres a cutie little blurb!!

You knew Billie had to be out late almost every night of the week. It was something you two discussed before you even got together, and again before you moved in with her. It was always clear to you that her job just required all hours of the day.

It just really sucked when you missed her.

Falling asleep in a huge, empty bed was never the easiest. Tonight in particular, however, was the hardest it had been for you to fall asleep.

You don’t know what it is. Nothing bad happened today, you weren’t mad or sad or upset. Honestly, you were really tired. But you just needed Billie. You stayed up for hours, turning on the reading lamp to journal, playing games on your phone, doomscrolling on TikTok for way too long.

Finally, when you checked the alarm clock on the nightstand and it read 2:13 AM, you knew you had to go to sleep. That was, however, until you heard the door open and Shark’s paws patter out of the room. Billie walked in, her lyric journal in one hand, Aquaphor and a water bottle in the other. You were sitting up when she walked in, and she looked alarmed.

“You okay, baby? What’s wrong?”

“Couldn’t sleep without you.”

She puts her stuff down, coming over to the edge of the bed to kiss you softly before slipping her clothes and shoes off and changing into a baggy t-shirt to sleep in. After she did her skincare and brushed her teeth, she climbs into bed with you, and you instinctively lay down and snuggle into her.

“Turn off the light, please.” She whispers. You reach forward, clicking off the lamp, before scooting back into her, your back pressed against her chest. She drapes her arm over your body, reaching for your hand to squeeze it three times.

“I’m sorry I come home so late.” She mumbles into your hair, kissing your scalp over and over again. You bring her hand up to your lips, kissing it four times. Even though it was dark, the light from outside made her fairy tattoo just barely visible. You rubbed your thumb over the ink, admiring it.

“Don’t apologize, babe. It’s not your fault. Just miss you sometimes.”

She sits up on her elbow, looking down at your side profile. The moonlight creeps in through the curtains, perfectly illuminating your face. Your nose and lips sit so perfect, Billie thinks she’s falling more in love with you.

“You’re perfect, y’know that?”

You let go of her hand, turning around to face her. You look up into her eyes, and even though you can tell how tired she is, her smile grows when she sees your whole face.

“Kiss me.” You whisper.

She leans in, delicately pressing into your lips. It’s like she thinks you’ll break, she’s so gentle with you.

Her hands run into your hair, softly pulling and tugging, as your hands run down her shoulders and back up to her jaw. She kisses down your neck and back up to your face, leaving little pecks on your nose, cheeks, and forehead.

The kiss doesn’t turn into anything more, but you can feel the passion in between you two. You’ve never felt anything like it. Only with her.

Her lips find yours again and your tongues mix. You moan softly into her mouth before she pulls away, just enough to lean her forehead against yours. You stare into her eyes, seeing your own reflection in her dilated pupils. You’re so in love with her, it hurts.

“I miss you even more, all the time, baby. I promise.”

You sigh when she says that, running your fingers through her hair.

“You’re so beautiful.” You tell her. Billie just smiles, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks. She lays back down and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I got so fucking lucky with you. You’re my angel.”

You giggle quietly and hide your head in her chest, shying away from her compliments. She lets herself relax into you, and holds your body into her own.

“Goodnight, my love.” She whispers to you before kissing the top of your head one last time. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

And just like that, you’re finally able to fall asleep.

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I feel like I’m not that good at writing fluff so i never do it, but i hope u like it anyways!!

[cherrysurf]

“gentleman”

ushijima, akaashi, osamu, kageyama, daichi, semi, suga, iwaizumi, kuroo, tsukishima, kita

“got love struck when straight to my head,got love sick all over my bed,love to think you’ll never forget. Will pay the price i guess….in a world of boys he’s a gentleman”

You came back from a lovely girls night because clearly one or two more shots and you would’ve blacked out, you reek of alcohol and all you want to do is be with your boyfriend, after getting dropped off to your house by your friend and her boyfriend, your boyfriend is there waiting for you your bath prepared, food for after and your night clothes all set up. Truth be told he does this because he knows how much you do for him and he respects you and praises the ground you walk on. As you greet him with a sloppy kiss and clinging to him like a koala he swiftly picks you up and asks you about your night out as you go on a rant he takes you to the bath and washes your hair for you scrubs your back and gets you all cleaned up just enjoying this moment even if your on a rant he likes knowing he gets to see and be with you during all your moments vulnerable or not. As he takes you to your shared bed room to help you get dressed you can’t help but laugh finding it so cute that your boyfriend is taking care of you, Then he takes you to the kitchen where there is a nice cozy meal ready for you. Soon after you both head to bed, as your laying there ready for bed because your head can’t stop spinning you can feel the food coming back up, he can notice this luckily he assumed this would’ve happened especially after knowing you for so long he grabs the mini trash bucket he had at his sides and puts it right by you just as you were about to vomit on the bed. You start to cry “i’m so sorry babe i’m sorry you have to see me like this” you say with tears in your eyes, he puts the bucket down on his side once more and consoles you. “hey it’s okay it happens it’s not your fault just next time don’t drink as much promise?” he says in a softy voice “what if we go brush your teeth again and then hangout in the living room, while i make you tea? sounds good?” you nodded in agreement. Even though you are super drunk you can’t help but wonder how greatful you were for such a gentleman. As you two are in the living room cuddling as you’re drifting off to sleep you say softy “i’m so thankful to have a gentleman like you.” and fall asleep with a smile.

[roostersbby69]

Fresh starts

Summary: After leaving your abusive ex husband with your two kids. Tackling motherhood by yourself is a challenge. Getting to know a certain neighbor might lift some of the weight off of your shoulders.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking

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“Mommy,” A tiny voice echoed in your head as you were still drugged by sleep, “Mommy, wake up.” Tiny hands pushed at your shoulders causing you to come to. Your eyes opened finally and your body jolted when your son’s face was inches away from yours. “Weston,” you blinked as you checked your phone. The light made your eyes water as you read the time on the screen, “It’s four in the morning. What’s wrong baby?”

His little, sleepy eyes blinked slowly at you as his lip pouted. “I had a scary dream. I sleep with you, mommy?” Sighing in sympathy, you nodded softly and helped him under the covers. He snuggled into your pillow and pushed his stuffed dinosaur onto his plump cheek.

The boys shared a room currently. After going through a rough patch with your ex husband, you decided to move houses and not even a week in the boys slept on a mattress beside their boxed up bed frame. You felt helpless and terrible for not being prepared for them. Things just were so sudden, but you would figure it out.

Staring down at your sleeping son, you rubbed your finger along the back of his head. He slowly began to fall asleep. Eventually, so did you.

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“Charlie, where is your coat?” You called through the house as you checked in the dryer for your other son’s lost coat. “It’s in my book bag!” He called from the bathroom as he brushed his teeth. You pursed your lips and walked to check his book bag which was on the table. The jacket was in fact not there. You sighed and grabbed a jacket from the dryer. You folded it into his bag before then zipped it up, again. A honk came from outside the front door and you hurried Charlie from the bathroom and handed him his lunch before slipping his backpack on his arms. “Have a wonderful day, sweetie.” You kissed his cheek and smiled as he groaned in embarrassment. He waved as he ran to the bus before the door shut. You waited until the bus drove off before slipping back inside your warm house.

“Come on, honey, let’s get you up.” you cooed as you rubbed Westons belly to wake him. He whined and stretched his legs out as you removed the sheets from his body. His face was red from warmth and his little eyes blinked open. When he saw your face he smiled and reached for you to grab him.

“Good morning, sweet boy.” You held him and kissed his cheek as you carried him into the bathroom. Currently you were trying to potty train him, but it wasn't very successful. “Weston, please just try to go.” You begged him as he sat on the toilet without trying to go. “No.” His little voice argued as he crossed his arms over his chest. You shoved your face in your hands and gave up. “Okay, let’s go get you ready for daycare.”

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“Damn it.” You mumbled as you struggled to remove the showerhead from the boys bathroom. “Shit!” You cried out as your arms got tired and the screwdriver you were trying to pry the shower head off went flying across the bathroom. You groaned loudly and slumped against the shitty bathtub. You were never going to get the damn thing to work.

The doorbell rang causing you to sigh and slowly stand up from your spot on the floor. You made your way to the door and smoothed your hair down before opening the screen door to see your ex husband with Weston in his arms. “Hi, honeybunch.” You smiled and took him from his dad’s arms. “Conner.” You side eyed him. “Y/n,” he grumbled back, “Look, i’ve got a business trip this weekend so you’re going to have to keep them.”

Your face dropped as you stared at him stunned, “You had a trip last weekend, Conner, the kids want to see you.” Weston whined in your arms as you readjusted him on your hip. “You’re the mother, Y/n, figure it out. I can’t help that I’m good at my job.” he scoffed as he walked off towards his car.

“Piece of shit.” You mumbled as you walked into the house and slammed it closed.

You set Weston down on his play mat with some of his toys as you made your way into the bathroom again to tackle the shower head again. You walked inside to get sprayed in the face by water spewing out of the head. “Fuck!” You screamed as you noticed the walls and tile were soaked with the water. You ran to turn it off while squinting your eyes from the aggressive water that spewed out of the faucets. It finally turned off and you sat on your knees with a loud groan. Your hair and clothes were now soaked, great, just what you needed to end your day.

Stirring the green beans on the stove, you listened to Charlie go on about his day at school. “And then, Bella fell off the swing so we had to call her parents and she went home.” He explained.

“Oh no, I hope she’s okay.” You scrunched your eyebrows as you check on the cornbread in the oven. Taking it out with a rag, you set it on the stove to let it cool and grabbed a couple of plates from a cardboard box along with a couple of forks and cups.

“Here you go, baby.” You handed your kids their plates. They thanked you and started eating their food as you smiled and watched them, satisfied. Tonight was a simple dinner, green beans with cornbread and baked chicken. Something simple for the first week in the house. The kids seemed to enjoy it, so you weren't complaining.

Bath time was always a hassle. Charlie was now at the age where he took showers by himself and Weston was still little, so you bathed him. After a bath, you put the kids to bed and gave them each a kiss on the cheek.

“Mama,” Charlie whispered through his comforter. “Yes, baby?” You smoothed his wet hair down and smiled at him. “Are you and dad mad at each other?” This broke your heart, you told yourself you would try your hardest to not bring them into what was happening between you and their dad. You shook your head softly, “No, me and dad just don’t agree on the same things. And that happens a lot with grown ups. It isn’t your fault, baby.” You reassured him. He nodded. “Don’t worry about it, get some sleep, honey.” You kissed him one last time before cutting on their night light and heading out of the room quietly.

Sinking down into the steaming water, you sighed and felt your muscles relaxing. A nice bath is what everyone needs after a long day. Especially the one you’ve had. You loved your kids, but it’s hard taking care of two boys on your own. Finally relaxing, you suddenly heard loud music and shouting coming from outside. Fearing your children would wake up, you sprang out of the bath and wrapped a towel on your soaking body. You ran out of the house, barefoot and turned your head into the direction of the noise. Two houses down, a house with the lights on at 11:00 at night was blaring music. On the back patio there were people laughing and drinking just having a grand time.

Quickly, you ran to the house and beat on the door multiple times until someone answered. “Hey, hey, Shit!” A voice yelled as the door swung open. A tall man with a mustache answered the door with a beer in his hand. “Is there a problem, officer?” He teased. He saw your soaking frame that was dripping on his front porch and your hair that was tied up into a bun on top of your hair.

“Yes, there is. I would appreciate it if you turned the music down a little bit. There are people trying to sleep.” You pulled the towel up further on your chest, angrily.

He took a swig of his beer, not being able to hold back his smirk, “Looks like you aren’t one of them.”

This made your face redden, maybe a mixture of anger and embarrassment as you had stormed out of your bath practically naked in front of a stranger. “Turn it down, please.” You rolled your eyes before turning around and making your way down the street.

“Yeah I’ll turn it down! Just as soon as you tell me your name!” He called as he chased after you.

“My name?” You raised an eyebrow at him in disgust.

“Yeah, like your name. Betty, Lucy?”

You scoffed, “What are those the names of girls you’ve fucked in the last week?”

“No. I was just starting off.” He chuckled.

“Okay,” you nodded your head in amusement, “I've got names coming off the top of my head. Y/n is my name. Charlie is my oldest son’s name. Weston is my youngest son’s name. Conner is my ex-husband's name. And Zach is the sheriff i'll be calling if you don’t keep it the fuck down.” You turned around once again and began walking back towards your house.

Bradley smirked and Watched your ass in the towel as you walked away, “That’s a beautiful name!” He called out to you. “Y/n.” He whispered under his breath as he watched you walk into a house before he turned around back to his own.

“Brad! Where ‘ya been?” Hangman asked with a smile as he threw his arm over his friend’s shoulder.

“You’ll never believe it. A chick in a towel just showed up at the door.” He nudged a thumb back to the front door.

Hangman’s eyes widened like a teenage boy as he ran to the window to take a look. “Bull shit, you liar.” He turned around in defeat, wanting to see the so-called ‘chick in towel’.

“If I’m a liar then I’m dead, because I just saw an angel.” Bradley shook his head dreamily before taking a sip of his beer again.

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[lasanya539]

tuck your head under the covers

(written for @tmnt-write-fight for @remedyturtles)

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Prompt: Insomniac Leo - visiting various brothers when unable to sleep, or managing to fall asleep and his brothers doing anything to PRESERVE that sleep Word Count: 4635

Posted on AO3!

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The first time it happens, Mikey doesn’t make a big deal out of it. 

It’s four in the morning on a Monday, and he’s thirsty, so he gets up from his train car and walks to the kitchen. Only to find Leo sitting at the table, with a lollipop in his mouth and a Jupiter Jim comic in his hands, legs rested on the surface, humming a tune under his breath.

“Leo?” Mikey mumbles drowsily, rubbing at his eyes. “Bro, what are you doing?”

Leo startles in surprise, and sits up, shooting him a guilty look. “Mikes!” He exclaims, voice pitched low. “Shit, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No, no.” He flaps his hand, grabbing a glass. “I was thirsty, wanted water. Why are you awake right now?”

“Eh, you know, same old, same old. Couldn’t sleep.”

Mikey hums, taking a languid sip. His tired eyes catch a giant mug on the table, black as tar coffee peeking from the bottom, a pack of pink Starbursts with wrappers, and what looks like the crumbled remains of the pecan pie April’s mom had lovingly gifted them. If he was a little more awake, he’d be a lot more pissed about that, but for now he just sighs and stretches. 

“Did you at least try to sleep?” He asks, knowing the answer. 

“Yeah, of course.” Leo replies easily enough, turning away to flip another page. “But that’s the problem with insomnia, my friend, it kinda makes the ‘fall asleep’ thing not happen.”

Hm, not good enough. Mikey waddles over closer, physically pushing his brother’s head up so he can study him. Leo’s eyes are just barely bloodshot, cheeks hollower than he’d like to see on him.

“Can I help you?” He asks, bemused. 

“When was the last time you slept?” 

“Somewhere in the evening, I got a cat nap in. Don’t worry, Mikey, you’re exhausted, go to sleep.”

“You go to sleep.” He retorts around a yawn. He plops down in a chair next to him, picking up an uneaten Starburst and chomping on it. Leo tsks at that, but he ignores him, folding his arms and resting his head comfortably. 

“You just brushed your teeth and are supposed to be asleep, why are you still here?”

“Moral support.” 

“Moral support from what? I – okay,” Leo stands up, all big brother voice. “C’mon, up.”

Mikey whines, not having enough energy to fight as Leo physically picks him up and throws him over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Grk–?” He chokes out in surprise, when the hell did he get so strong?

“Nope, don’t wanna hear it. This is what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

Leo plants him on the bathroom floor, and pointedly stares at him as Mikey brushes, having to actually count each stroke on the rows of teeth under the scrutiny instead of a quick wash. As soon as he rinses his mouth, Leo picks him up again.

“You realize I have feet.” He said, flopping his limbs in defeat and letting himself be carried lifelessly.

“You think I don’t know you were planning on dragging more ass by suggesting a movie night or something? I’ve taught you all my tricks, I know how your brain works.”

Mikey tries to keep in his smile at how well his brother can read him, and gasps dramatically. “Language! I’ll tell on you to Raphie.”

“If you make it to morning asleep like a good turtle, I’ll tell Raphie, how about that?”

Mikey gets tossed on his bed, the springs creaking under his weight. His favorite quilt is thrown over him, and his stuffed crocodile is tucked in between his shoulder and neck, just how he likes it. The warmth immediately makes him even drowsier, but he blinks up at Leo and invitingly opens his arms.

“Sleep?” He suggests, making the motion of scooting over to make room for him.

A few seconds, but Leo eventually sighs, far too susceptible to the prospect of little brother cuddles. He sticks his freezing feet into the tangle of limbs, making him hiss, but settles in comfortably on his pillow. Arms wind around him and squeeze affectionately.

“Better?” Mikey asks. 

Leo hums on top of his head. “Yep, thanks Angelo. You can pass out now.”

It doesn’t take very long for him to do so. Unfortunately for him, when he does wake up to his 9 A.M. alarm, the side of the bed is cold and the corner of the pillow undented. Outside, he sees Leo casually do the crossword puzzle with Dad with a newly filled mug of coffee in his hand, looking like sleep never graced him at all. Mikey sighs, but sets to making breakfast.

–

The second time it happens, Donnie is pulled out of his whirlwind of thoughts by a single hand on his shoulder. 

Naturally, he jumps, not having expected that contact when he’s working in his lab alone, smack-dab in the middle of the night. He’s too scientific and logic-driven to ever assume the existence of ghosts (which are different from spirits, thank you very much Michael), but the sudden touch makes him doubt that fact for a second.

Leo backs up with his hands up apologetically, and Donnie realizes with some amount of mortification he actually hissed at him. The mortification lasts for all of two seconds before he scowls at his twin with all the irritation in the world as he turns off his loud music. 

“What the hell do you want?” He groans at Leo, rubbing his sore eyes. 

“Just checking in.” Leo says, sounding normal enough, though Donnie picks up a strange note in his voice. He peeks at him between his fingers and catches his eyes look up from his torso just in time.

Looking down, he sees his other hand gripped into a fist, sharp claws extended, held right to the middle of his chest. Shit, he was scratching at his plastron again, the dull ache finally registering in his brain. 

It’s a nasty habit he’s had since he was very young, all the complicated feelings of the big, bad world too much for him to handle. His family has been trying for years to help him work through his emotions instead of immediately resorting to this, but apparently all the effort goes to shit the second it gets to debugging, the devil’s favorite method of torture. Donnie turns away, embarrassed but not willing to admit it. 

Leo thankfully doesn’t make a big deal out of it, and flops onto the back of his chair, resting his head at the top. “What are you working on?”

“Setting up face identification in the scanners in the Hidden City.” Donnie replies tiredly. “The mystic orbs they use as cameras are advanced enough to pick up magical signatures, but somehow not enough to track facial features of their various species of mutants and Yōkai. So, I’m doing it for them.”

Leo snorts. “Wow, how altruistic of you.” He leans in further, presumably to try to read the strange symbols that make up their programming language, before Donnie swats at his face. 

“Stop, you’re ruining my concentration.” 

“Shut up.” He swats back. Annoying

Donnie’s eyes flick over to the corner of the monitor, looking at the time. Wonderful, it’s another night of no sleep for his insomniac twin brother. 

He sighs. “I’m assuming getting bored to death from Papa’s speech on the various opera singers of the 20th century somehow didn’t lure you to sleep?”

“What, are you telling me you don’t care about the 1950s Maria Callas and Renata Tebaldi drama about their different vocal techniques? It’s the hottest tea from that side of the century, Don-Don, I’m disappointed in you.” He dodges the swat from him this time.

Donnie turns up to look at him, noticing his brother’s heavy eyelids blinking over his sharp eyes, far too awake for someone who hasn’t slept in Gaga knows how long. He’s wearing his soft blue hoodie, the big one that he makes sure is always washed with the rose scent beads for the comforting smell. 

“Is there anything specific that is keeping you up?” He asks, worried. 

“Nah, not really. Unless you count my dumb brain as a whole, nope.”

“Don’t call yourself dumb.” Donnie says, practiced. He stands up and stretches, hearing some impressive cracks from his neck that Leo whistles at.

“Is there anything I can say that will make you try to sleep again?” 

“Probably not, if I’m being honest.”

“Okay, then.” He doesn’t argue. If there’s one thing he knows about his twin is that badgering him about his sleep intake, no matter how worrying, is the best way to get completely shut out by him. And as annoying as he finds Leo on a day-to-day basis, he’s rather fond of the time he gets to spend with him in the middle of the night when it's just the two of them, the disaster twins. “Do you wanna play some Mario Kart instead?”

Leo brightens up. “Snacks?”

“Of course we’ll have snacks. I may be crazy, but I’m not a heathen.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, you’re a civilized demon-possessed genius, right?”

“Exactly right, my dear brother.”

The twins grab enough popcorn and candy from the pantry to send a tiny child into a coma, but as soon as Leo’s hand moves to the coffee machine, Donnie whacks it with a box of Nerds. “Dude, ow?”

“No more caffeine.” He says sternly.

“Oho, that is rich coming from you—”

“Yeah, well, deal with it. Otherwise I’m switching the kitchen permanently to decaf and making myself a secret password protected machine with the good coffee, the extra dark-roasted one.” That shuts Leo up fast. 

They play and bicker loudly in the soundproof lab, up until the wee hours of the morning. Eventually, Donnie falls asleep with the controller in his hand, only to wake up in the afternoon and find himself resting on the cot with his favorite blanket, battle shell and mask off. His sleepless twin nowhere to be found. 

–

The third time it happens, Raph is having a nightmare about the Krang. 

It’s par for the course, really. In the morning, he happens to overhear one of Mikey’s favorite YouTubers talk about their grief over their late friend who was lost to the bubblegum aliens, so he spends the most of the day in a haze, keeping to himself in the dojo, training, and eating his dinner alone while reading news articles about the reconstruction in New York to repair the damage from their fight. 

One trigger after another. So it’s no surprise that his dreams are filled with sick pink flesh and yellow eyes, tentacles worming over his body, digging into his brain, sadistic voices of the hive mind overpowering his screams, the feel of a lithe figure in his clutch, nails scratching onto his hand as he tightens his grip on his victim, his brother—

The part that’s surprising, however, is the other presence in his room, comforting, safe. Soft words spoken over his whimpers, warm hands smoothing over his shell as he regains consciousness. “Deep breaths, big bro, you’re okay, you’re safe, I promise you. Try to breathe, please.”

He breathes, turning away from the damp pillow, lifting his head up by his elbows to blink the sleep away. Blood pools back into his body, bones creaking in protest. All four limbs, whole, green, normal. 

Raph takes in one deep breath, and lets it out with meditative precision. His vision finally clears. Leo is sitting on the corner of his bed, hands anxiously rubbing together but giving him space to get up on his own. Worried eyes ticking over his face before latching onto his, relieved. 

“Hiya, Raphie.” He says with remarkable poise. “Okay?”

Raph slowly scoots up to sit properly, picking up one of his stuffed bears and hugging him. Embarrassment keeps him from meeting Leo’s eyes, burying his face in the soft fake fur. “Mhm.”

A hand gently strokes his leg, a comforting, involuntary motion. “Long day?”

“...You could say that.” He agrees. He clears his throat. “What time is it?”

“Just after 2.” Leo squeezes his knee. “Do you want me to wake Dad?”

Raph scoffs. “What is Dad going to do in the middle of the night? Let him sleep.” 

“Okay, how about the other guys? We could turtle pile.”

He shakes his head before Leo finishes. “No, no, it’s not important, Leo. Let them all sleep.”

“It is important.” He replies sharply, and Raph blinks up at him. Leo’s sporting his own version of a Raph Chasm, eye-ridges pulled together in a gut-wrenching frown, lips turned down. “You are important.”

A lump rises in his throat, but he swallows it down. He’s had enough of Leo stubbornly insisting that he stop dismissing his own emotions over the years, so he says nothing, instead lifting up an arm. Leo immediately snuggles in next to him, shell fitting perfectly under his arm. 

The tension falls off his frame as his little brother wiggles to get comfortable. Raph sighs, the dregs of his nightmare-fueled dread seeping away with Leo right next to him, the scent of roses in his nose. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He offers. 

“Pizza Supreme, no.” Raph snorts, making Leo huff. 

“Okay.” He agrees easily. Then, “Oh, I almost forgot!”

From the pocket of his hoodie he pulls out his phone, tapping at it for a couple of seconds before holding out the camera. “Snap streak.”

Raph snorts again but obliges his younger brother, putting on some version of a smile as he takes the picture, adding a bunch of unicorn emojis in the corner before showing it to him for approval. 

He takes the phone, but immediately frowns, zooming in to study Leo’s face. Even though he’s grinning, the exhaustion is practically radiating off him. The red stripes under his eyes are marred with purple bags, eyes squinting with the effort of staying up. He looks like he’s about to pass out almost any second.

Raph sends off the streak, and starts arranging the pillows and stuffed animals around him to make space for two sleeping turtles. He pulls his blanket over Leo’s head, which he, of course, shoves back. “What are you doing?”

“Tucking you in.” He informs him, dragging him down. “We’re going to sleep for a very long time.”

“Sure, Raphie, whatever you say.” Leo says too easily, and he immediately calls bullshit. 

“No, we’re really going to sleep. No more pretending.” He glares at him with one eye open. “Promise?”

Leo hesitates, but then forcibly relaxes himself, nuzzling closer. “I’ll try, promise.”

As good as he’s going to get, Raph thinks. He squeezes his brother tight enough for him to wheeze and laugh, wishing him goodnight and eventually falling asleep, nightmares far away. When he wakes up, Leo is on the floor next to the bed, face illuminated by the glow of his phone screen, playing a game of chess. The eye bags seem heavier than ever. 

–

The fourth time it happens, April is trying to catch up on physics homework. 

It’s actually ridiculous how she, a journalism major, has to study physics at all, even as a gen-ed. She’s a sophomore now, for god’s sake, she’s supposed to be interning at CNN and MSNBC, or at least spearheading some kind of journaling initiative with a bunch of her classmates. But no, Eastlaird is forcing her to calculate angular momentum and torque for a homework that is apparently not due on Monday, but in the morning on Friday, which is tomorrow. Or more accurately, today, she thinks, warily eyeing the clock on the table that reads 3:35 A.M.

She has maybe one more problem left before she can finally get some sleep, and hopefully get to stay over at the lair for the weekend. She hasn’t seen her boys and her Pops in over a month, and the joy of destroying Donnie in the Just Dance competition of their lives is the only motivation getting her through this. 

April sighs and stretches, cracking her back, before she hears a notification from her phone. Picking it up she sees, ‘nardo💙 sent an Instagram reel.’

She sits up in surprise. Why the hell is this idiot awake? And why is he sending her Instagram reels of all things?

‘awake???’ she texts back, worried. ‘why??’

Seen immediately, typing. ‘YOU awake why??’

‘homework’

‘yuck get away from me’

April picks at her bottom lip, watching the clock on her desk tick. If Leo’s awake at four in the morning, he hasn’t slept all night. She considers texting one of her other brothers to force him to sleep, but hopefully they would all be in bed by now, Donnie included. 

‘how much coffee did you have in the evening’

‘...’

‘Leo.’

‘okok four cups’

‘nardo you gotta be kidding me’. April rubs at her face, sighing. Leo knows better than to lie to his big sister, so he’s definitely telling her the truth, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Four whole cups of coffee?

‘did you try melatonin? helps me sleep a lot better nowadays’

‘apes do u even know me, obv melatonin doesn’t work on us’

‘damn’ 

‘ur taking it tho?? don’t take too much, not good for u’

‘yeah dum-dum, no sleep is not good for YOU have you thought about that?’

No response. Two minutes later, a funny reel. 

She huffs frustratedly, thinking, before finally deciding to call him on FaceTime, setting the phone against a textbook.

The face that greets her is so fucking worrying that April gapes, not responding to Leo’s raspy greeting. His eyes are completely bloodshot, face gaunt, red stripes practically completely purple now. 

“You look like shit.” She says, uncharacteristically blunt. Maybe the lack of sleep and physics is getting to her. How the hell does Donnie do this all the time?

Leo scowls, putting the phone down so all she sees is the dark ceiling of the kitchen. “If you just called me to insult me, I’m hanging up.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She raises a hand in surrender, pulling her notebook closer and picking up her pencil. “Science is turning my brain to soup, I lost my speaking filter. You’re still very pretty.”

A second, and Leo’s face comes back into view. “Promise?”

“Pinky promise.” She nods, smiling as Leo grins, as brightly as he can with fatigue coming off him in waves. “What are you up to?”

“This guy on YouTube is reviewing the older JJ movies, it’s a four hour long video. And I have Sour Patch Kids, so I’m happy.”

April bites back the hundreds of worried comments she comes up with, deciding to think a little more tactically. She doesn’t want to piss him off again, so telling him to sleep or pointing out his eye-bags is off the table. 

“You wanna hear about my homework? It’s so difficult and horrible, I hate it.”

“I respect your degree, I do, Apes, but how hard can journalism homework even be?”

“It’s physics, man, that’s the thing. I’m going to jump out of my window.” She groans, equations swimming behind her eyelids. “I’m like ninety percent sure if I tried explaining this to you I could bore you to sleep.”

Leo chuckles, but there’s something tired and morose in it. “I wouldn’t take that bet.”

She blinks at the bitter tone of his voice, but doesn’t call him out on it. There’s a lost look in his eyes as he stares off to the side, chewing slowly on his candy. Her big sister instinct rears its head immediately at that.

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” April assures him, deciding fuck it, opening up Chegg to find the answer to this last question so she can finish this as fast as possible. “I’ll be done in fifteen minutes. Why don’t you tell me what this random guy has to say about Pluto Vacation IV, and I’ll tell you how valid that is.”

By the time the sun rises, and Leo hangs up to go help Mikey make breakfast, April has turned in not only physics, but has finished all of the rest of her homework. She starts to pack, a plan ready in her mind.

–

They don’t let it happen a fifth time. 

Leo sighs, letting his head fall onto his bed, hiding his eyes from the fairy lights in his room. Normally, they look so pretty and aesthetic, but ever since this new bout of insomnia hit him, a lot of things have been bothering him more than usual. And he’s currently too exhausted to get up and turn it off on his own. 

He groans, reaching for his phone, because what else is he going to do? His brain is too tired for anything other than mindless scrolling, and if Raph asks him to train today he might just burst into tears. The time reads 12 P.M., a very productive time of day for the majority of planet Earth. The minority includes him apparently, as he pulls up one of his old blankets over his head, and settles in for an afternoon of TikTok.

The door to his train car opens quietly. Leo blinks, emerging from his nest to look up. 

Mikey stands at the doorway, sunshine smile on display. He sees his eyes scan his face, and the sunshine dims a bit, but he still says excitedly, “Hi, Lee! April just got back, we’re doing a sleepover!”

“Oh – oh yay!” His delayed response throws his act off a little. Don’t get him wrong, he is so happy his sister is back, it’s just he’d really rather not do a sleepover tonight where he has to spend another eight hours pretending to be asleep next to his peacefully resting siblings. “That’s great, I’ll be right there.”

Mikey nods but doesn’t leave, so Leo has to go through the excruciating process of forcing himself up and out of the room with a performative smile painted on his face. Mikey hooks his elbow with his, walking in step with him to the living room. 

He finds Raph and April talking, a bag carelessly dropped next to her feet. She catches sight of him and grins immediately, raising her arms. Leo can see the conscious effort it takes for her to not linger on his eye bags, he’s been needing a lot of that too lately.

“Hi, Apes.” He mumbles into her shoulder as she tightly squeezes him.

“Hi, Leo.” She replies warmly. “Missed you so much.”

A large hand rests on his shell, and he looks up to see Raph smile down at him. “Wanna join in on the hug fest, Raphie?”

“Ha, don’t worry, there’s gonna be plenty to go around in the sleepover soon.” He chuckles. 

“Soon?” Leo asks, and Raph points a thumb to the entrance. Leo turns around to see Donnie and Mikey walk in with a bunch of blankets and pillows in their arms. One of the spider limbs in Donnie’s battle shell is holding Raph’s largest teddy bear, the other holding his blue hoodie he couldn’t find in the morning. 

“We’re doing a sleepover now? It’s literally noon.”

“We’ve hit critical condition.” Donnie informs him primly, dropping the blankets in the middle of the floor. “You’ve been awake for too long.”

His mood sours immediately. He knows, okay? He’s aware that not sleeping for days at a time isn’t healthy, and he knows he looks like shit, but people don’t have to keep commenting on it. 

“Don’t pout.” Mikey wheedles into his side, giving him another squeeze. “We’re gonna help, I promise.”

“Right.” Leo says, disbelief clear in his voice, before something rose-scented smacks him in the face. “Hey!”

“You’re welcome.” Donnie responds, starting to move the furniture to make enough room for the blanket fort. “Your favorite hoodie, freshly washed with softener and your scent beads.”

Leo pulls it over his head, the familiar comforting smell easing some of his tension, the soft texture making him feel like he’s being swallowed whole. “Thanks.” He says quietly, hoping they can’t hear the croak in his voice. 

Donnie pauses in his ministrations for a millisecond before getting back to work with more gusto, him and Mikey setting up an impressive fort that could withstand five siblings. While Leo watches them, Raph taps him on his shoulder, and he’s offered a cup of freshly made chamomile and lavender tea, steam curling on top. The thoughtfulness almost makes him cry as he gives him a wobbly smile in return, taking a sip. It’s the perfect temperature, splash of milk and sweetened with honey, just how he likes it. 

He feels April at his back, gently untying the knot of his mask, carefully folding it and walking to his room to put it away. She comes back with his fuzzy Christmas socks.

“You guys.” Leo tries, feeling emotionally wrung out and sore. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Shut up.” Three turtles reply in unison, breaking out into chuckles. Raph guides him to the center of the fort, making him sit down and rest on the biggest pillow. He finishes his tea as Mikey puts the teddy bear under his other arm and April puts the socks on him, brain too fuzzy to protest. 

He jolts out of his fog when he feels something pressing down on him. He looks up to see Donnie tuck him in under his purple weighted blanket, the one he uses on his bad days. He’s awash with the clean scent of roses, as tears fill up in Leo’s eyes unbidden. He tries to blink them back. “Don…”

“Hush.” Donnie replies, quietly, and Leo sees the lights in the room have been dimmed, his other siblings wearing their pajamas and getting ready to pile. “Stop using your brain. It’s sleeping time now.”

“Wow, I never thought there’d be a day when Hamato Donatello would actually tell me to ‘stop using my brain’.” He croaks out.

Leo prepares for the obligatory joke about him not having a brain in the first place, but Donnie just gives him an amused look in return, speaking softly but matter-of-factly, “Your brain is hurting my twin. So stop using it.”

A ball of emotion lodges in his throat that keeps him from speaking out loud, so he just nods. He gets a head pat for his troubles that he’s too emotional to block away.

Eventually, Donnie lies down next to him, their arms pressed together. Mikey nestles into a ball on his other side, snuggling close. Raph settles behind their heads, turning to his side and curling around them all protectively. April throws her feet over their legs, playfully kicking him in the shin. 

Leo chokes on a laugh, tears soundlessly rolling onto the pillow. This has been one of the longest weeks of his life, hours in the middle of the night spent staring mindlessly at the ceiling, into the middle distance, into the New York skyline. The darkness seeping into his body, harsh, cold. A high pitched hum in his ears, heaviness in his eyes.

Right now though, he feels warm and loved and exhausted beyond belief. But not alone. Never alone. 

“Thanks, guys.” He finally whispers. 

Donnie gently bonks his head with his own, affection clear in the action. Mikey presses a loud kiss onto his bicep. “You’re welcome, big bro.”

Raph strokes his head. “Sleep, Leo.”

“We love you, Nardo.” April says, nudging his foot. “We got you.”

Leo smiles. He trusts them, they got him. He closes his eyes and pulls on his night mask. The demons of the night don’t stand a chance against the warm glow of his family. He finally falls asleep. 

[xoxoxkisses]

Do you still write for Sanemi?　( ;・∀・)

If so can you write for Sanemi doing reader's hair?

Sanemi does your hair

Sanemi x Reader

Warnings: not proofread

info: reader and sanemi are dating; reader has longer hair. Modern au because I feel like it’s a bit easier ————————————————————————

You were getting ready for bed in the bathroom you shared with Sanemi. You had finished your skincare and had brushed your teeth, all that was left was your hair. You didn’t like sleeping with your hair down as it left it frizzy the next morning, so you always put it up. The only problem was, you weren’t good at tying your hair up as it was so long. But, you knew someone who was.

“Sanemi!” You called out as you went to look for him. You found him in the kitchen drinking some water. You peeked around the corner and called for him again. “Sanemi?” He sat the glass down and leaned onto the counter, crossing his arms. “Yeah?” You came into the kitchen fully and stood infront of him. “Can you tie my hair up please?” He let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, of course. Let’s go to the living room.” You smiled at him and followed him.

He sat on the couch as you sat on the floor in between his legs. “What do you want me to do?” “A braid please.” “Okay.” You had already brushed your hair so he didn’t worry about that. He sectioned your hair in three places and began to braid it. You loved when he did your hair, it was comforting in a way. He finished shortly after and tied it off with a scrunchie. “I’m done.” You grabbed the braid and put it over your shoulder as you got up. “Thank you! It looks great.” You leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I’m going to bed now, please join me shortly.” He nodded at your request as you stood up fully and left.

As he watched you walk back into your shared room, he leaned back onto the couch. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in his stomach. Knowing you needed him for something so simple made his heart beat a little faster. He sighed and got up, going into your bedroom. When we walked in, he noticed you were curled up to a pillow and were already asleep. He changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed beside you, replacing his body with the pillow you were hugging. You seemed to snuggle into him a little tighter than the pillow. He put his arm around you and pulled the covers up a little more, falling asleep not too long after. ————————————————————————

Bonus

You awoke the next morning and saw Sanemi wasn’t there anymore. You groggily left the bed and walked out of the room. You were wiping the sleep from your eyes as you walked down the hallway. You looked into the kitchen and saw Sanemi drinking coffee. “Good morning beautiful.” “G’morning.” He started laughing, but you didn’t know what for. “What’s so funny?” His laughter slowly died down as he tried to talk. “Nice hair.” You tilted your head in confusion. Seeing this, he pulled out his phone and turned on the camera and handed it to you. You looked at the phone and saw what he was laughing at. Your hair looked crazy. He started laughing again at your realization. You put his phone on the counter and looked at him with an annoyed look. “Shaddup.” This made him laugh even more.

Your lips formed a straight line and you walked out of the kitchen towards your room. Sanemi saw this and went after you, his laughs dying down. “Y/n, I’m sorry.” You knew he still had a smile on his face by the way he said things. “Mhm..sure.” He caught up to you pretty quickly and pulled you into him while turning you around to face him. “I mean it.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips. As he pulled away he mumbled, “See?” You rolled your eyes as a smile appeared on your face. “I guess I can forgive you.” “Good.” You got on your tippy toes and ruffled his hair to make it messy. “There, now we’re even.” He chuckled softly. “I guess we are.”

[cloudcountry]

Ruggie and reader (platonic) where Ruggie is comfortable enough around Yuu to fall asleep <3

Just something sweet and soft please!

SUMMARY: ruggie had a rough day. thankfully, he has you.

COMMENTS: this is so cute i'm going to sob.

You nearly jump out of bed when Ruggie bursts through your door, laughing his classic shishishi! It’s obvious you look frazzled because he only laughs harder when he sees you, kicking off his shoes and hopping on your bed just like he’s done for years now. You’d think you’d be used to this by now, but even after being in Twisted Wonderland for so long your best friend still surprises you.

“Guess what” he grins, shoving his fists towards you. Clenched in them are the handles of two plastic bags, stuffed to the brim with what looks like sandwiches.

“You got some Leona money again?” you ask, blinking owlishly.

You’ll never get used to Ruggie’s boundless energy.

“Sure did! Plus, Sam was doing a buy one get one free for his three thaumark sandwiches.” he beams, shaking the bag in his right hand, “Go on.”

You raise your eyebrow, looking at the clock.

“Ruggie, I already brushed my teeth...” you protest weakly, and he places the bag in your lap anyway.

He giggles, flopping on the bed next to you. Hyenas believe in sharing spoils. You share your food with him all the time, why can’t he do this one thing for you?

Your internal Ruggie wins.

“Thank you.” you whisper, deciding thanks is far better than protests. His ears twitch up and his grins at you, big and toothy.

“Course.” he tears open one of the sandwich packages with his teeth, taking a big bite of the sandwich.

“I’m going to put these in the fridge, okay?” you grab the handle of the bag and get up, making your way out of your room and into your kitchen.

The fridge door creaks when you open it and place the bags inside. You gnaw on your lip when you see your options for meals—the sandwich Ruggie got you, a bundle of apples from Epel, some vegetables you were able to bargain for after being hired at the Mostro Lounge, and a few packages of broth in your cabinets.

You had things now. It was such a stark contrast from when you just got here and were dependent on Crowley for food—and sure, it wasn’t anything fancy, but if you got your hands on some meat you could make a really nutritious soup...

Someday you won't be dependent on him anymore.

By the time you get back upstairs, Ruggie has absolutely knocked out. You take extra care to make sure your footsteps are soft and light, flipping the covers over so you can slide underneath them. Ruggie mumbles and shifts in his sleep, turning over on his side.

He’s facing you now.

You’re so lucky to have him as a friend, you think. Your heart goes soft and your eyelids fall, drifting off to sleep with a smile on your face.

[hyperfocusthusly]

Hold me tight

@bucktommyfluffebruary - Day 10 prompt ‘sleepy cuddles’

Notes: established relationship, domestic fluff | rated: G | words: 629

[Read on A03]

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As soon as Tommy stepped through the door Buck knew he needed some looking after. Their messages had been superficial during Tommy’s 24 hour, mostly letting Buck know when he was in and out of the station, which had been often. His own shift had been long, but not as strenuous.

So, when Tommy had text him to let him know that he was on his way home, three hours later than scheduled, Buck had put a casserole into the oven to heat up. It was quick, easy and safe, something he thought Tommy would need after such a long, active shift.

There’s no sound of movement after the door clicks shut so Buck goes out into the hallway. He finds Tommy sat on the hallway bench with his head resting against the wall, eyes shut. Buck goes over to him and runs a hand through his damp hair, he must have had a shower at the station before heading home.

Tommys eyes flicker open and he gives Buck a tired smile. He leans forward and rests his head on Buck’s thigh, a small contented noise slipping out as Buck’s fingers keep carding through his hair.

“-m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.” He mumbles into the fabric of Buck’s jeans. Buck chuckles,

“We can’t have that, at least not before you’ve eaten something.”

Tommy sits for a moment longer, trying to summon the energy to stand. As much as he would love to fall asleep immediately, he can’t deny that he is hungry.

“Smells good.”

“Casserole, I thought something easy would be good. Come on, I need to take it out the oven.” Buck slips an arm around Tommy’s waist and helps him to stand, they go into the kitchen together. Tommy lets out a yawn as Buck deposits him in a chair at the table and goes to serve dinner. He puts down a steaming bowl in each of their places and sits.

“Thank you.”

“No problem darling, eat up and then we can get you to bed okay?”

They eat in companionable quiet, only broken as Buck fills Tommy in on the day’s calls. Finally their plates are cleared and Tommy heads upstairs to change while Buck loads the dishwasher.

He digs out a fresh sleep shirt and boxers, changes quickly and brushes his teeth. It’s earlier than he would normally go to bed, but he is exhausted. Although he feels bad for ditching so early in the evening, staying downstairs will only mean a half nap and a sore neck.

He almost runs straight into Buck as he leaves the bathroom. Fortunately Buck is awake enough to catch them both before they go crashing into the nearest wall.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect you to be coming up.” Buck frowns a little as they make their way over to the bed.

“Why not?”

“You wanted to watch that documentary tonight, didn’t you?

“Yeah, but we’ve got the next 48 hours off, I’m sure I can watch it another time. Besides-” he slides into the bed next to Tommy, pulling him over until his head is resting on Buck’s chest, one arm draped across his waist. “-I wouldn’t miss my Tommy time for any documentary.” He feels Tommy smile against his skin, the soft tickle of his eyelashes getting slower and slower as he starts to drift off.

“-m glad you came up.” His voice so soft that Buck almost misses it, the quiet sincerity pulls at his heart. Buck lifts one hand to thread their fingers together and traces the other in gentle lines up and down Tommy’s back.

“Me too.” He presses a kiss to the top of Tommy’s head.

“Now go to sleep love, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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