#please understand my vision it's like 2am

[onesidedradiostatic]

demiromantic val and demisexual vox to me is like… val thinks vox fixed his lack of romantic attraction, and vox thinks val fixed his lack of sexual attraction. and neither one realises that their respective attractions are just conditional they just think they were fixed the moment they experienced it for the first time. it's like forever unresolved internalised aphobia.

[fizzing-imagines]

Peace | Steve Harrington x Military! Reader

Notes: It's 2am and I can't sleep, so have some Steve angst <3 This is my first time writing angst so I hope it's somewhat good

Warnings: Descriptive Death, mention of sex

Words: 892

"You don't need to worry, I've been trained to do this.", you said to Steve while strapping your M4 on your back. "Uh, yeah, I sure hope so.", he said in an ironic tone. You turned around to face him and wrapped your arms around his waist while leaning against him. "Won't let anything happen to me, promise." You looked up to him, trying to remember all of his features. His brown eyes looked so peaceful right now, his lips curled up into a slight smile which made his eyebags visible. Some people might be insecure about their eyebags, but Steve's only showed when he smiled so they were the most beautiful thing to you. And his hair - oh god, his hair. You let one of your hands run through his hair, trying to remember it's structure. "I love you. Steve.", you mumbled. He leaned down towards you, whispered "I love you, too." and kissed you.

Those words rang in his ears over and over again when he saw you laying on the ground. You were barely conscious, spitting up blood and trying to instruct Robin and Nancy how to save you. "(Y/N), stop talking. You're using up energy.", Steve pleaded. He felt like a lost child, watching the life drift from your eyes as he held your hand. "Put the compress on it and wrap the bandage around it." You couldn't even hear Steve anymore, but your eyes were fixated on him. You could feel him. You could smell him. But you didn't hear him. It's a shame - his voice was your favourite sound.

You felt cold. Everything was so cold. Only Steve's hand gave you warmth. You started trembling, your vision got blury. But knowing that Steve was there, you felt oddly calm. You weren't scared. It was your time to go, you knew that.

"I love you, Steve.", you mumbled out. He replied to you, but you didn't hear him. So you assumed that he said the same thing back. But you saw the tears falling from his eyes, even though he tries to keep his composure.

"Stevie?" Your head shot up from his chest. It was 2am, both of you couldn't sleep so the two of you did what you do best - fuck all night. Unfortunately, that didn't make you tired either. "Hm?", he said while looking down on you. "When this whole monster thing starts again, and something happens to me." Those words concerned him. He sat upright in your bed, pulling you with him. "What are you talking about?", he said with his eyebrows knitted together. "If I happen to die when all those...weird things start again-" He interrupted you. "(Y/N), please don't say that." Steve looked so sad now. "Where is this coming from?" You took his hands in your and gave them one tight squeeze. "I'm not exactly hoping for it to happen, and I don't think it will. But Steve, this has been on my mind for weeks so please just listen so I can feel better." While he still looked concerned, he gave you a slow nod to continue. "If I die there somewhere, and you find me...I know how quick people start yelling for help or for someone to stay awake. I just want you to...to not scream. I want to die in peace. I mean, you can cry and all that but..." He interrupted you with a soft kiss on your lips. "I understand.", he said in a tone that was just as soft as his kiss. When Steve broke the kiss he pulled you on his lap. "If it were to happen, and you know that I won't let you leave me." You giggled at his words. "I'll let you leave in peace." While this conversation wasn't one you wished to have, it made you feel better. It's been stuck in your head for weeks now. "Thank you, Stevie.", you whispered while leaning forward again. "Of course, sweetheart." Steve closed the gap between your lips after finishing his sentence.

Steve knew that it was a lost cause - saving you, trying to keep you alive. He knew his priorities were in giving you a peaceful passing. With Robins help, he carefully laid your head on his lap for some comfort. "I love you, sweetheart.", he said quietly while stroking the top of your head. "Love you so much. I'll never love anyone else as much as you." You looked up at with glassy eyes fully fixated on him. Steve felt so numb right now - the love of his life was dying right before his eyes and he couldn't do anything about it. You tried raising your arm to touch his face, it was shaking so much, so Steve leaned forwards to help you. Cold fingers ran along his cheeks, over his nose and down to his lips. He knew you so well, knew what you wanted, so with some more help from Robin and Nancy he cradled you in his arms to kiss you one last time. Steve would always remember how your last breath hit his skin as he kissed you. Once your lips went numb against his own, he knew you left. He did his job, he let you die in peace.

So now he could scream at your lifeless body to come back to him.

[berryunho]

hyaa!! first of all how are you? i usually comment on ao3 so this is the first time i send an ask here but this is """important""" so...

this is super random but i did the equivalent of waking up in a cold sweat while awake because i was thinking about the answer (what a shocker) and how i imagine the vibe and the aesthetic in my mind while reading it and *gasp* suddenly a mocking voice in my head went "and what if THE author is writing with something else in mind? what then bitch" and the voice proceeded to laugh at me and i was genuinely scared of asking you bc no way i was gonna be able to envision a whole different aesthetic and setting without having a crisis every time a chapter came out so i went frantically looking for something, anything to confirm my delusions and boy did i find it???? rest assured, i did. i found your linked pinterest board for the answer (love it btw) and a literal weight was lifted from my stomach and i was able to go back to the major side task of studying for my exams.

so yeah thank you for making that board and i'm sorry if this doesn't make much sense but it's 2am here and i couldn't fall asleep before writing this (which you can completely ignore btw, i understand)

love your writing byeee <3

hehe im good!!! ty for asking hehehe i hope you're well too!! please i love this ask im glad we have the same vision in mind !!! LSKJDFASDLFJSDKF imagine if i had been writing the answer w like. some completely different not-midwestern-core aesthetic in mind LIKE DESERT COMMUNE OR SOMETHING LOLLLLL LSKJDF;ASKLDJF but im glad the vibes are coming across correctly ... hehehe and ty for liking the pinterest boards they are my babies i love curating them but MWAH THANK YOU AGAIN ! <333

[strangerthingslover69]

You really are a tease ~ part 1

Hopper + female reader

Warmings ~ swearing~

~ Eventual smut ~

You’d move into Hoppers cabin a few months ago, your dad had enough of you shit and called his his oldest friend chief Jim Hopper asking if you can stay with him, how could he say no? Despite the age gap you’ve always had thing thing for the chief. Living with him can be difficult but one evening you decide to make things more fun. If your daddy found out he would of never asked you move in

Two months ago:

‘That’s it! I’ve had enough of to it shit Y/N!’ You dad shouts as you stumble in at 2am drunk. He storms to the kitchen phoning someone, you too drunk to hear the words exchanged but they are short and sweet. He makes his way up to your room, you follow behind. He’s throwing your clothes into a suitcase. ‘W-what the hell daddy!’ You shout as you make your way over to him. He just continues to put your clothes in. ‘I told you the last time Y/N if you pull anymore stunts your out. You’re 25 fucking years old! I’m done.’ You dad shouts angrily at you. Your mum unable to speak in your bedroom doorway behind you with tears in her eyes. ‘You you can’t! W-where will I go?!’ You scream at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. Then sound of the doorbell makes you turn your head. Your dad zips up your suitcase taking it with him, he grabs your wrist dragging you down the stairs. You try to keep up and not fall. Your mum shouting behind telling your dad to be careful, he’s not listening. He’s done with you like he said. Your dad opens the door passing the person the suitcase. He pushes you towards them, ‘she’s all your Hop. I’m done. Thanks for this’ your dad says to Hopper. As your dad pushed you into Hopper you stumble over your suitcase falling to his chest. He steadies you up. ‘No problem Jack. I’ll look after her, keep her on the straight and narrow’ Hopper says grabbing your bag. The door shuts in your face. You hear him lock the door. ‘C’mon kid let’s go’ Hopper says making his way to the car. ‘Daddy, please! Please let me in’ you say crying and banging on the door. ‘I-I’m sorry. Please momma please!’ You see the lights before he turned off and you sink to the floor sobbing.

Hoppers put your suitcase in the back and comes to get you. You don’t fight back as he helps you to your feet. You stumble walking over to the car but don’t fall as Hopper holds you. He helps you in and leans over buckling you in closing the door and making his way to the drivers side. All the way to his cabin you just cry. As Hopper pulls in he turns to you and says, ‘look Y/N, I’m sure they’ll come around. But for now you’re staying with me. So that means you follow my rules. Okay?’ You don’t answer. He leans over and lifts your chin up with his hand, ‘Do you understand what I said?’ You look into his eyes, despite the fact it’s 3am and he’s clearly not happy to be here he has kind eyes. ‘I-I understand’ you reply in a quiet voice. He lets go of your chin, ‘good, let’s go in. We both need a good nights sleep’ he says exiting the car. You undo your seatbelt and open the door, you slowly get out making sure not to fall over. You follow Hopper to the door of his cabin, it looks nice. Once inside you glance around, your vision is a little blurred from crying a lot and being drunk still. But you can see there’s a living room, kitchen with a table and chairs, a door leading to what you assume is a bedroom and another room with just a curtain. ‘It’s not much but it does the trick’ Hopper says locking the door behind you and making his way to get a glass filling it with water, he gets some aspirin from the draw. ‘Take these. Then you need to get some sleep.’ He says giving your the drink and tablets, you take them giving a small nod. ‘This is where you can sleep’ he says putting your suitcase in the room behind the door. You make your way over looking around. You start to miss your own room filled with all of your things. You begin to cry again. ‘Hey Y/N, it will get better kid. Honest’ Hopper says putting his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him, ‘w-why you being so nice to me after everything I’ve done?’ You say in between crying. Hopper rubs your shoulder slowly, ‘I’ve been there kid. Disobeying my parents. Causing havoc. Too much drinking. I get it. I don’t wanna see you go through what I did.’ He says with a sigh. You move in and give him a hug your arms reaching around his waist and crying into his chest. Hopper tenses as first by your actions but soon moves his arms around you returning the hug. ‘Hey it’s okay kid, c’mon. You need sleep’ he says pulling you off of him. You sniffle and nod. He turns to leave. ‘Hopper?’ You say in a small voice. ‘Will you stay? Only till I-I fall asleep?’ You ask awkwardly biting your thumb. He turns back, ‘erm sure kid. If that’s what you need’ he says back. You take off your shoes not bothering to change clothes as you climb into the bed. You pat the empty space beside you for Hopper. He hesitantly sits. ‘Thank you Hopper’ you whisper. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep. Before Hopper leaves he takes once last look at you. Your mascara has ran down your cheeks, even though your eyes are close he can see there red and puffy from the crying, you hair is a mess, still in the same clothes. He’s sure in for a ride with looking after you. He shakes his head a makes his way to kitchen grabbing a beer mumbling to himself, ‘why did I have to answer the damn phone’

You woke up with a thumping headache and a dry throat. You could smell bacon cooking, you sat up slowly as your head was spinning bit. Your eyes adjusted to the room. This wasn’t your room. Where were you? You take in your surroundings when you remember what had happened. You came home and your daddy kicked you out. It was all flooding back to you. You caught you reflection in the mirror. You looked awful. Make up all smudged along your face, reeking of alcohol, same clothes as yesterday and your hair was sticking up everywhere. You grabbed your suitcase and began to search. Luckily you found your make up wipes, hairbrush and deodorant. You wipes off your left over make up and brushed through your hair. Taking off yesterdays old clothes and putting on some of pjs, your daddy didn’t pack all of your stuff so an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties will do. You looked at yourself again, ‘somewhat better’ you mumbled you yourself. Before opening the door you took a deep breath and opened it.

You see Hopper in his kitchen cooking some bacon on the cooker. He hadn’t noticed you yet. You watched as he turned over the bacon whistling to himself. You’re not going to lie you’d always had a crush on him despite the age difference. It’s ever more awkward now since you’re living with him for the unforeseeable future. He was in his uniform ready for work. He always looked good in that, the amount of times you thought about him handcuffing you and bending you over with his uniform still on. God get yourself together. You slowly approach him as you’re about to tap him on the shoulder he turns around. ‘Jesus Y/N! You scared the shit out of me’ he nearly shouted out. ‘Sorry’ you say in a whisper. You don’t realise how close you are to one another until Hopper tries to move back but can’t. ‘I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for letting me stay chief’ you say bringing your hand up to his chest. You think fuck it. May as well flirt whilst you’re there. It could be fun, no daddy to tell you no. He takes your hand off him and moves to the side going to the fridge. ‘No problem kid. Always looking out for you’ he says pouring some juice out for you both. ‘Take a seat, made you some breakfast to hopefully help that hangover’ he says pointing to the chair. ‘Thank you, feeling pretty shitty’ you say sitting down. He places a plate of food in front of you, it’s not just bacon he’s cooked. There’s eggs, sausages and toast. It looks like a perfect cure. You start to eat as he joins you. ‘So erm, your dad called this morning.’ Hopper begins. ‘Your mums got the rest of your stuff in bags to bring here later today. I said you can stay here as long as they need. Well as long as you need. Your dad isn’t happy with you kid.’ He says taking a sip of juice. You look down at your plate sad, ‘I really fucked up this time Hop. I don’t know what I can do’ you try to hold in your tears but you can’t. You’ve always caused trouble for your parents. They were never around much growing up, your mum always working and your dad always at the bar. He doesn’t drink now though, he got sober as you started becoming more reckless. It wasn’t bad at first, staying out past curfew, going to parties on school nights but then you started skipping school to go smoke with your friends. It just carried on down hill once your graduated. You started staying out all night sometimes two, not contacting your parents to let them know where you were. You just drank and smoked. You needed to escape the reality you were in. You had a job, you hated it but you had one. You don’t know how you managed to keep it considering you were late most days. But last night was different. It was your grandads birthday (he died last year so the first one without him) and you, your grandma, mum and dad were going to go out to dinner to celebrate his birthday. You didn’t show. You didn’t want to go. It hurt to remember he was gone, you always looked up to him, more than you did with your daddy. You drank away the pain. You went bar hopping with your friends, hooked up with a girl at one and fucked a guy in another. You have no clue who they were. But you needed to escape. To forget. You knew you were a let down. You always had been so why break the habit of a lifetime?

The tears kept coming out and once again you were a blubbering mess. Hopper got up from his chair and crouched next to you. He rubbed your back. ‘Hey it’s okay, I-I’m sure you can work it out.’ He said to you comfortingly. You turned to look at him. He’s so kind to you. You don’t know why. He always has been. Even when he’s arrested you for stealing and caught you with weed. You’ve no criminal record though, he never took you to the station, you just talked it out in his van and he’d listen, it’s like he got you more than anyone. He felt sorry for you. He knew how your dad could be and your mum had just given up. Hopper wanted to to know he was there for you. ‘How? How can it be okay Hop? I’m just a disappointment!’ You soon leaning down into him. You nearly knock him off his feet but he steadies himself as your hold onto his shoulders and just cry. He runs his hand up and down your back to try comfort you. You stay like that till you calm down. You lean back rubbing away your nose and left over tears. ‘Sorry’ you say in a small voice looking down. Like last night he takes your chin in his hand and lifts your face to meet his. ‘Don’t be. It’s okay kid. I’m here to help you okay?’ He says sincerely. You give a small nod. He gets up and finishes his juice. ‘I’ve got to go to the station now but you’ll be okay? Feel free to have a shower, towels are in the cupboard.’ He says putting on his jacket. You stand up from your seat walking over to him. ‘Thank you Hop. Again. I-I think you would be a great daddy’ you say putting your arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug. It takes him be surprise but he hugs you back. His body feels so warm and comforting on yours. You pull away and kiss him on the check. ‘See you later’ you say walking away to get a shower cause you stink of leftover booze. ‘Yeah erm see you later kid’ he says leaving the cabin and going to his truck. ‘What the fuck was that? ‘You’d be a great daddy? Jesus. She’s gonna cause me trouble’ he say starting the car and leaving

You had a nice hot shower and it made you feel better. You were still upset about the whole situation but living here was good. It could be good for you. You didn’t care anymore about anything so fuck it. You made it your goal to get Hopper exactly where you wanted him. That being in between your legs

[chuuyrr]

I had this mind like as little kids right? Our parents aren't always available sometimes even neglecting us sadly ;(( can we please get a crying baby reader whos feeling neglected everytime she asks dad gojo to spend time and play with her or even notice her little achievements???

Love your writing sm!!! Congratulations on the 1k, u deserve so much, love ❤

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader being neglected by dad! gojo

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): angst & sad, dad! gojo ignoring and raising his voice at his little kikufuku >:/, emotional damage & breakdown for scarlet bb fushiguro

aaaa thank you so much anon :D ngl, i've honestly had the same thought back when i was little (sometimes even until now as a 17 year old i still have these thoughts) this was honestly heartbreaking to write and i may or may not have incorporated my experience in this bit, specifically how it felt. also im not sure if i can say happy/enjoy reading because i cried writing this at 2am while listening to sports by beach bunny <\3

(p.s. requests are open :D + angst and sad aren't really my strengths, so i hope this one suffices to hit you in the feels!! depsite being painful to write, i do think it's a good practice for me on the brighter side since i tend to write crack-ish and softer themes more)

being a jujutsu sorcerer, teacher and a father at the same time was a complex task, even for someone like gojo. work and parenting tend to overlap at times because of it. though it isn't gojo's intention to ignore you, it was just inevitable. having a mind of a child, you didn't understand the exact reason why your dad barely had the time for you and why he was ignoring you.

gojo's one day work turned into days, then into weeks. he was just so caught up in a long of things that he started to neglect you whenever you'd ask for something as simple as spending time with him. it gradually messed with you, both emotionally and mentally. what's even worse was when he comes home, he was either too tired and busy to acknowledge you. no matter what you did, nothing seemed to work. finally, unintentionally raising his voice at you became your last straw.

"dad! i missed you can we go play?"

"not, now [name]. i can't play."

"well, can you at least che—

"i said i can't, [name]!"

the tears that gathered in the brim of your eyes spilled. with quivering lips and an aching heart, you immediately disappeared from gojo's sight and ran. the overwhelming emotions resonating from your chest, you didn't realize that you had ran away from home. everything was just like a blurry tunnel vision, all you could hear was gojo's words neglecting you as your legs carried you to who knows where.

it hurt how gojo wouldn't invest time to hang out with you, play with you or let alone notice your little achievements. it was just unfair at how important his work and missions were more than you. your heart felt like it was being tore down to pieces as your breathing hitched uncontrollably.

night came and it was only then when gojo remembered that he accidentally raised his voice at you. his first initial thoughts was to talk to you and apologize. assuming you were in your room, he went there but when he entered it was empty. you were nowhere to be found. gojo immediately left and bolted around the house, calling for your name but to no avail, there was no response and your presence was nowhere to be seen or felt.

remorse rose from gojo's throat as he realized why you ran away. gojo was so caught up in his work and missions that he failed to give his little kikufuku any attention and failed to care for you as your dad.

the sky darkened further until midnight came, gojo still couldn't find you. he was beginning to lose hope when he felt a familiar energy radiate in the atmosphere, it was your chaos magic. oh no. if it's one thing about your powers, they were linked with your emotions. it didn't take long for the energy to gradually increase.

finally sensing your energy, gojo was able to locate you in a secluded area and when he did, he found you curled up into a ball, crying everything with puffy red eyes. completely vulnerable; your tiny form trembling with each hitch of your unsteady breathing and sniffles. a red glow was beginning to leak from your eyes along with fresh hot tears and hands at each second.

sauntering towards you, gojo knelt down in front of you in order to reach out for you, but his infinity spiked when your psionics subconsciously burned and surrounded you protectively. it was as if you had put up a wall around you.

"kikufuku?"

it's been a long while since he had called you that nickname. you had almost forgotten that he was referring to you, finally acknowledging you.

"let's go home, baby."

gojo's words repeated like a mantra, beckoning you to his embrace with comfort. you wanted to give in but memories of him neglecting you and his words telling you to leave him alone burned your mind.

"i'm sorry, i'm really sorry. i'll be better."

your emotions seemed to have calmed down when you heard that. the immense energy coming from you slowly died down unril it had fully subsided. once you had broke down the walls you had put, the barrier, gojo picked you up and held you close to him without his infinity this time, and muttered apologies endlessly. letting your guard down in his warm embrace, you had fallen asleep, exhausted.

though it wasn't his intentions, never gojo's intentions—he was still responsible for everything, for you. gojo cradled you in his arms, holding you close to his heartbeat and felt the weight of his mistake on his shoulders, completely guilty when he saw your tear stained face. he fucked up real bad.

[finelinevogue]

Hi! Hope you’re good! Could you please write a blurb where Harry and Y/N are high-school lovers, it’s up to you what exactly. Thank you❤️

sorry this is written so late!! i love the high-school lovers concept eeekk! this is going to be harry and y/n laying in bed having 3am conversations about nothing and everything, so enjoy:

You’d never felt more at peace.

Laying in the darkness of your bedroom, with the soft music of The Neighbourhood playing in the background and Harry cuddled up beside you, you’d just never felt so calm and loved.

Life was so chaotic and messy at the moment, what with deciding whether you wanted to go to college or not which determined whether you could get into university or not. So many big choices were having to be made at such a young age and all you wished for was the world to stop and simply pause, wait for you to breathe again, before returning its spin. Every day rushed past you so fast it was hard to remember whether it was even a new day or not. That’s why you’d asked Harry to come over tonight; because with Harry, time stopped.

He was currently laying next to you on your bed, one arm behind his head and the other wrapping itself around your body. You were half laying on top of him, with your leg pushed between the both of his, making you feel like one person. His breathing was shallow and you knew he was close to sleep, but you also knew he wouldn’t fall asleep before you did - just out of habit. His fingers danced on your bare shoulder, where your tank top exposed the skin, as you let yours trace patterns on his toned chest.

“Harry?” You asked very quietly, seeing as your parents were only in the next room over sleeping. They trusted and liked Harry enough for him to stay over, which you greatly appreciated.

“Yes baby?”

“When you lay alone in bed at night, what do you think about?

“You. Even if i’m in bed with you too.” You chuckled at his response, your cheek smushing into his chest more as your lips curled.

“Don’t be silly, answer properly.”

“Like in detail? Okay,” he didn’t let you but in before continuing, “I think about your smile and how much it makes me happy. I think about your kind heart and how i’m so honoured to share half of it with you. I think about all the things I want to adventure with you. Oh, and I also think about your pus—”

“Shut up!” You were quick to move your hand up to his mouth, trapping the words before they could be spoken aloud, until he licked your hand and you moved it away in pretend disgust.

“What?” He asked cheekily.

“My parents are next door, y’dork.”

“And? I’ve done more than just speak about your pussy in this room. Need a reminder as to what?” He teased, but you knew you were both too tired to do anything physical this evening - or rather this morning - other than talk. It was 2am and neither of you were ready to go to sleep, to deep in thoughts of each other to want to miss a moment with one another. You gave him a jab to his side, which tickled more than hurt him and then the room went silent for a minute.

In the silence you thought about how lucky you were to have someone like Harry beside you. He was your lucky charm and most favourite person in the world. He cared for you more than anyone and you liked to think you treated him the same way.

You two were the high-school couple that everyone dreamt of being. You hadn’t liked him to begin with, knowing that he’d gotten a reputation for being a bit of a dickhead when it came to girls, but he was quick to show you all of that was bullshit and he was actually a good man - or at least he wanted to be for you. You were both looked up by other couples in the school, to the point where some guys would come up to Harry and ask for advice on how to win a girl over or would come up to you asking what the best way to make it to a third date was. You loved being loved by Harry and people obviously sensed that too.

“What would we adventure?” You asked, referring back to something Harry previously said and he was too in-tune with you to not understand what you were on about.

“What would you want us to adventure?” He returned with a question, still caressing small patterns into your bare skin. His touch was electric and you’d never feel as alive as you did with him.

“I want to go apple-picking at the Smithdown Orchard.”

“Okay baby, that’s a start. Think bigger, though.”

“Um, the moon then!” You exaggerated, but did imagine how cool that would be for a split second.

“If you want to go to the moon, baby, i’ll take you there.” Your heart swooned at his words, making you plant a sideways kiss to his chest - right over his heart. You heard the sound of his chest beat a little faster to the touch of your lips and you smiled because of it. “Anywhere else? Maybe somewhere with more gravity?”

You laughed, before thinking to yourself. “I’ve always wanted to go to Paris. Like, the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre entice me. Imagine having a picnic filled with fresh strawberries and warm baguettes, underneath the Eiffel Tower at night, Harry. Doesn’t it sound perfect?” You contently sighed, dreaming of a life you knew was too far from reach. It was too unrealistic.

“If I get to be with you, then yes, it’s perfect.” He replied and you closed your eyes at the warmth of his comforting words.

“I love being in love with you, Harry.” You spoke quieter than you had before, like it was a secret that you only wanted him to hear. A secret he could keep locked in heart forever if he wanted - if he’d have you.

“C’mere.” He spoke softly, motioning for you to sit up so that you could see him better. You turned yourself and propped your head up on his chest, holding yourself up by your hands. He stroked some fallen hair back out of the way of your face and looked at you so intensely, you thought you’d melt away.

“What?”

“Just wanted to look at my girl.”

“Why? You see me almost every day.” You laughed, but your heart bled over his soft words. He said ‘my girl’ like you were entirely his, and that was perfectly okay with you.

“It’s never enough. You are a vision, Y/N.” He palmed his hand over your cheek and you melted into it, loving the feeling of his warm hand against your colder, softer, cheek.

“You’re pretty cute too, you know?” He laughed and blushed at your attempt of a loving comeback, making your head shake as his chest rose up and down.

“Am I now? Cute enough for a kiss off my favourite girl?”

“Oh, always.”

And your lips sealed together, not for the first time and definitely not for the last.

[wixcook]

@itmelonk I got you covered dw!!!! I had to Google a list of pyro characters for this why are there so many????????

Also if somebody could teach me how to put stuff under a cut on mobile I would actually cry??? Please help me Google isn’t working :(

Nicknames they call you (pyro edition)

Cw - none

•~•

Diluc

Off topic but I just wanna say that this man is either super romantic or it’s like going on a date with a chunk of granite <3

Like so many of the characters in mond, he’s old fashioned

Sticks to the classics like “darling” and “dearest”

Would sneak in a couple “my love”’s in private tho

Amber

AMBER <33

Had a slew of nicknames

Everything under the sun and moon and more

Her favourite is “bunny” tho for,,,,, obvious reasons,,,,,

I feel like she’s somebody to express her affection with actions rather than nicknames yk?

Xinyan

She deserves more appreciation!!!!

Called you a roadie once as a joke

Also calls you “darling” 😩

You remember that little pogchamp thing??

“Are you my little rocker”

I know nothing about here I’m so sorry

Yanfei

Some legal term

Has seriously called you, in public, the “prosecutor of my heart <3”

You are no longer welcome at Second Life.

She’s old please forgive her

“Dearie” is a go to favourite of hers

Hu Tao

Rerun banner when

Calls you pumpkin!!!

It just fits and I stand by that

Also slips in the occasional “boo”

For ghost reasons and ghost reasons only

Yoimiya

She sure does!

Every single nickname all at once

Really just piles them on, especially when she wants something

Doesn’t really have a go to???

I feel like the nickname would depend on the situation

Like for something more serious she would stick to “babe” your just your name

Also fond of those really cliche sayings???

Like “sweet as sugar” kinda stuff

Off topic but she’s made a firework that looks like your face but just slightly off before and it’s just so slightly off that you can’t tell what’s wrong with it but you just know

Bennett

Honestly doesn’t give a second thought to nicknames, he’s just happy to have you around

Super worried his bad luck might effect and chase you off

Calls you his lucky charm!!!

Somehow his luck always seems to get better when you’re around, and the title just stuck

If you’re an adventurer and go out with him on his adventures, 1000% calls you “partner”

Xiangling

My queen <3

Super into foody-type nicknames

Stuff like “honey”

I feel like she would use “pepper”??????

Cause like the chillies,,, and Guoba,,,,,

Like Bennett, if you’re also a chef or enjoy cooking, she’d also call you partner!!!

And maybe her rival as well, if you work at another restaurant or smth

It’s all in good fun tho, you love each other and that’s what matters :)

Klee (platonic)

I was on the fence about including this one but please understand that this portion of the post is purely platonic, or from a sibling standpoint

Absolutely calls you “big brother/sister/sibling”

You’re a cool person in her eyes

“My sibling is the best!!!”

Even if you aren’t actually related, you’re her sibling now I’m sorry I don’t make the rules

If you have a vision and help her with her less than legal fish blasting, she besties upon you the prestigious title of “big sibling master fish blaster” and makes you a little badge in red crayon :)

Thoma

Not playable yet but I don’t care

Please come home sir I can cook I can clean kind of not really but it’s the thought that counts

He’s young, he’s an easy going guy, this probably isn’t his first relationship so he’s got a huge verity at his disposal

Starts out with the basic “babe” and “sweetie” and moves on from there

If there’s a nickname you don’t like or aren’t comfortable with, fear not!

He’s got 29739834 more to replace that one

•~•

I’m so sorry these are so short it’s 2am teehee~

[vdlest]

As long as we both shall live

Characters:

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

Bucky didn't like the idea of you avoiding him. So during the mini-reunion party, he confronted you.

Warning:

None

⚠️ Read the first part here: 2AM Knock on my door⚠️

It's not a surprise for you to see Bucky lying down on your couch once in a while. Ever since that 2am surprise visit, the two of you has been closer.

There were night where he'll come by and stay for the night, and you don't mind at all. You asked him to use the spare room but insist on staying on the couch. When you asked him why, his answer was, "I prefer to sleep here on the couch to make sure no one will barge in and try to kidnap you."

That makes your sleep more nice and complete. You can finally enjoy your sleep, knowing that Bucky is downstairs, guarding and protecting you.

There were morning you'll wake up and smell his good and delicious cooking. You'll find him cooking breakfast for you in the kitchen and you find it adorable when he wears your strawberry-themed apron, which was a gift from Wanda. You find it adorable when he was wearing that with his vibranium arms.

There were times where you'll be the first one to wake up and you'll find him sleeping on his usual spot. You will prepare breakfast for both of you. Since your kitchen is adjacent in the living room, you always took a glance at him while you were cooking. One time, when you took a glance at him, you saw him awake and looking at you while there's a smile on your face.

Good morning, beautiful. He greeted you and he waved his hands on you.

Good morning, snoring machine.

Sometimes you will come home and see him in front of your door, waiting for you with a box of pizza on his hand and your favorite boba drink on his vibranium hand.

You became each other's company, each other's friend.

But you stopped wanting to be just his friend when he carried you from your couch and bring you straight to your bedroom. You were so tired reading all the reports given to you by Sam and you eventually fell asleep. He carried you all the way to your bedroom. You pretended to be asleep the whole time because you felt his strong arms around you. You felt his heart. You felt his concern and care for you.

That was the night of you realization that you are in love with him.

You are in love with Bucky.

You hid your feelings for him because you noticed that he's not just extra friendly to you. He is like that to everyone. When you were passing by the coffee shop to grab coffee before you head home, you saw Bucky having a conversation with one of the regular baristas there. You admit, you got jealous. You also caught him having that same kind of conversation with your neighbor, your neighbor even gave Bucky a flirty kind of slap on his arms.

Those scenarios made you afraid that he doesn't feel the same way for you, that he's just really friendly. So you decided to keep your feelings to yourself. You also start to avoid him to drift your feelings away and just move on. You thought that won't notice it since you're nothing but a friend to him.

When Wanda and Clint are in the area, they decided to have a mini-reunion party, just a quick catch-up. You offered to do it in your place since you haven't done a house warming party ever since you moved.

Everybody came up — Wanda, Clint, Bruce, Carol, Rhodes, Sam, and of course, Bucky.

The whole night, you were avoiding Bucky and his unpredictable stare. Why'd you call it unpredictable? Because you don't know what his stare mean. It looks angry, sad, blank and whatever. You chose to ignore it as you are trying to move on from your feelings for him.

"So, you and Bucky," Wanda came up to you when you are in the kitchen to get the glasses for the wine that Bruce brought for the party.

You chose to ignore Wanda's gaze and you just kept on whatever you're doing, "What's with me and Bucky?" you innocently asked her.

"That's the exact question I have for you," she shot back to you.

You haven't told anyone about your feelings for Bucky, but if there's one person you arevery comfortable to confide it with, it's Wanda. Well, it's supposed to be her and Nat, but since Nat is gona, you only have Wanda as your choice. But you chose not to tell her because you know she'll just encourage you to confess it to Bucky.

"There's nothing to talk about, okay? There's nothing going on," you denied.

Wanda chuckled, "And you expect me to believe that, silly girl?" she immediately asked you, knowing that you are just lying to her. When you took a glance at her, she was giving you a smile, "If Nat's here, she'll surely roll her eyes at you. I mean, whenever I call you, Bucky is always around you. He's here to accompany you all the time. One time, I facetimed you, he was behind you and I saw how he treats you. And that look in your eyes..."

You decided to cut her off and groan, "What look in my eyes?"

"Darling, that's the exact puppy-in-love eyes I had when I realized I am in love with Vis," hearing her mention Vision's name without stuttering made you feel proud of her. She totally moved on and you see in her eyes that she will always love Vision no matter what. She walked up to you and held your hand, "Y/n, Nat is not here to tell you that you should take your chance with Bucky. But I am here to tell you that you should do it. Don't waste your time. Don't waste the chance you have. Nat and I didn't have a choice. She didn't have a choice for her and Bruce, and I didn't have one too for Vis. So here I am, telling you to choose what will make you happy. Clearly, it's Bucky."

You weren't able to tell Wanda your reasons why you were hesitant to confide your feelings for Bucky. You just approached her and hug her. You let your action speak for yourself. After all, Wanda is aware of it already. She knows you love Bucky.

Aftet that talk with Wanda, you became quiet and you just listen to whatever they are saying and sharing. While listening to Carol's story about her going back here on Earth, you took a glance at Bucky and he was just staring at you. It seems like he was waiting for your eyes to land on his this whole time. But then you remembered that those were the exact eyes having conversation with the barista and your neighbor.

When you saw everyone was too busy talking with each other, you slowly went up to your room to gather your thoughts and have some time alone. Good thing no one noticed you when you went up to your room.

But you weren't alone the moment you heard your door opened.

"You really think I wouldn't noticed that you were avoiding me for quite some time now?"

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice behind you.

You were sitting on your bed, facing the window, and your back was facing the door.

"And you really think I won't notice it when I received an invitation to this party from Sam and not from you?" you heard his footsteps coming towards your position, "I am not dumb, Y/N. I felt that you were avoiding me the moment you said no to me coming over to have pizza and boba time with you. I felt it and I want to know why." his voice is starting to build up but you don't give a damn about it.

"Bucky, please, not now," you calmly said.

You put your hands on your face and you felt your tears are starting to form in your eyes.

You are feeling emotional because you don't know what's gotten into you and you let yourself fall in love with Bucky. You didn't have the chance to release whatever you felt when you saw him flirting with the barista and your neighbor. But here you are now, you are crying your heart out.

You are confuse. You don't know what to feel.

When you felt that Bucky is still behind you, waiting for you to speak up, you decided to walk away, but when you walk past him, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away from him.

He gently pulled you towards him, making you face him.

"I can't, Bucky. I just can't," you said in a low voice and you are trying your best not to look at him because your eyes are red.

He held your chin, forcing you to look at him, "Can't you just tell it to me straight and let me fix it?" he asked you in a more calm voice. "I want to know what's happening to you. I want to know what I did for you to treat me like this. Just tell me, I am your friend."

Upon hearing the word "friend," you exploded like a timed-bomb.

You removed his grip on your wrist and looked him in his eyes, "You really want to know what's happening to me? What's happening to your friend?" you emphasized the word friend, "Well, that's the problem, Bucky! I am your friend. I am nothing but a friend to you! All this time, I'm just a friend! But I'm so stupid to think that I can be more than that! I am so stupid to think that I am the only woman you treat like a princess, that I am the only woman you look at like a piece of diamond!"

He was stunned when you exploded. He wasn't expecting to see this side of you. You've always been quiet, peaceful, warm, and happy-go-lucky, but this time? You're different. Your tears fell down your cheeks and it broke his heart to see you cry because of him.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand any of your words, y/n."

You scoffed and shook your head, "So, you're just gonna deny it?" you asked him.

"Deny, what? I don't unde--"

"I saw you with that barista in the coffee shop! I saw you talking to my neighbor last week! You think I don't see the way you and those girls talk? That's the way you talk to me! That's the way you treat me! And I'm so stupid to think that I am the only woman you treat that way! I am so stupid for thinking that I am special to you, that we have something special!" when you noticed that he is still puzzled, you furiously confessed your supressed feelings, "I am in love with you! I fell in love with you!"

It wasn't your intention to tell it to him, but your heart is so full that you can't contain it anymore. So you exploded and finally confessed to him what you truly feel for him.

Your jealousy pushed you to your limits, and it also pushed you to admit your love for Bucky.

When you saw Bucky was still frozen from where he is standing, you decided to turn your back to him and just leave. But when you were about to hold the door knob of your room, you heard him talk.

"Didn't I tell you not to think that you're just a sister to me?"

You stopped from grabbing the door knob and this time you were the one who froze.

"You know what? You're right. You're stupid. You're so stupid to think that I only see you as my sister, as my friend. You're so stupid for thinking that I treat all those girls just like how I treat you. And you're so stupid for thinking that I am not also in love with you," he said.

You slowly turn around to face him.

You didn't know what to feel when your eyes met his. He's meters away from you but you could feel him in your heart.

"It's not true that I treat those woman like I treat you, because you're different, y/n," he slowly walked towards you, "I am just being friendly to them because every girl deserves to be treated nicely. But with you? It's different. I am not treating you like a girl, I am treating you like my queen, because that's what you deserve. I've been hiding the way I feel for you because I have no idea how to put into words. I have no idea if you feel the same way to me, especially when you started to avoid me. And it made me insane when you were avoiding me. I didn't know what to do because I don't want to lose you. I lost everything. I lost my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my family. And I won't allow myself to lose you."

"Bucky," you can't find the right words to say after hearing his confession.

When he reached to where you are standing, he cupped your face, "I am sorry for confusing your feelings. I am sorry for not knowing that you were feeling this way. But y/n, I won't be sorry for loving you."

"I'm sorry," you broke down and your tears resume in falling from your eyes, "I'm sorry for not trusting you. I just..."

He stopped you, "I don't care about anything anymore, y/n. What's important to me is I could finally say what I truly feel for you." he said.

He looked into your eyes while his hands are still on your cheeks.

"I love you, y/n."

You smiled at him, "I love you too, Bucky."

[fa-by]

Hi, Faby I'm finally free of homework. I loved your theory on all these years. I laughed at the memes. many CS say we have a version of Camila with all these years, but we don't have a similar version of Lauren but at the time that Camila and Lauren weren't together (after Camila left the group) Lauren kept thinking about Camila because she kept writing songs based on her relationship with Camila like all night. Can you make a song analysis of all night?

Hello to you, dear @camilalauren0327 👋🏼😄 I'm glad you're free from your homework 💪🏼 I'm also glad that you loved my interpretation and that you laughed at the GIFs.

So. About All Night, I can tell you it's track n° 11 of Steve Aoki's Neon Future IIIalbum. Both Laur and Steve loved the time spent together in the studio, and Steve totally loved working with her: “She’s got so many ideas and the problem is, they’re all good. She’s very meticulous. The attention to detail Lauren has is something I don’t find in many people. She’s very attentive to the detail. She’s got those ears, she’s got the sensibility and the vision, and I’m just totally inspired to be in the studio with her”.

As for the lyrics, were already there, but Laur rewrote them and wrote the bridge from scratch. Vocally speaking, she did all the backgrounds and vocally self-produced. So the vocal production? It's hers. It was her. Yeah. She's thattalented, and people still sleep on her. But anyway. Let's move on to my interpretation now, shall we?

Verse 1:

“My heart beats a little faster

When our eyes meet, in the middle of a crowded room”

Typical reaction of when we meet someone we like. You know? Heart beating fast as Laur says, along with butterflies in the stomach, cheeks blushing, palms sweating, adrenaline, dry mouth, palpitations, hot flashes, etc., etc.

“In knee deep, testing waters”

What does ‘in knee deep’ make us understand? That it wasn't an ordinary person that she just liked, but that it was a person that she really liked very much. *cough Mila*

“I've got a feeling, and I don't know what to do”

Why? Because she knew it was different and contrary to the past, she didn't know how to act.

Chorus:

“You got me paralyzed, and I think I like it”

As I think you know, ‘paralyzed’ in this case is intended as being blocked by a strong emotion (such as amazement). Mila got her paralyzed. Their situation and feelings were so strong, so deep/in knee-deep, that Laur was petrified by it. But despite this, as I said before, this was different. Unlike anything she'd ever felt before. And she liked it.

“Caught me by surprise, I'm not usually like this, no”

It caught her by surprise because she didn't expect it. And we know why she wasn't usually like that. Because she'd been in denial all her life. Because she'd always fought against these feelings.

“Got me paralyzed, don't think I can help it”

She couldn't. Even if she tried, she couldn't. She couldn't help herself.

“Why's it feel so right?”

Why did what she was taught to be wrong made her feel so good/right? Because it was. It was in general, but it was even more so with her. With Mila.

Post-Chorus:

“Let's keep this going all night

Going all night

Going all night

Going all night”

Freedom. Without thinking of tomorrow. Tomorrow's tomorrow.

Verse 2:

“The crowd fades, tunnel vision

In a daze, and the only thing I feel is you”

Because she was the only important thing. The only thing that mattered. All the rest? They were just surroundings.

“In perfect, syncopation”

Syncopation can be a rhythm, a passage, or a dance step. Syncopation in music occurs when a rhythm is unexpected and is played off-beat. It's like, an oscillation in a soft and not stiff way. It's an imbalance and prolongation of a note in the middle that creates an effect of, precisely, oscillation. Flamenco is the simplest first example that comes to mind for both musical rhythm and danced rhythm, but syncopation is used in many music styles. From the classical music of Mozart and Beethoven, to the ragtime ancestor of jazz, jazz itself, rock, metal, reggae, hip-hop, pop, house, salsa, etc.

To give you a practical example to help you understand better, count 5, 6, 7, 8 out loud three times in a row. From the fourth time, keep counting out loud and, at the same time, use the palm of your hand or the clenched fist on a surface to hear the rhythm yourself and understand how stable it is. Do this three times or even more until it’s natural for you to keep up the pace without having to keep counting 5, 6, 7, 8 out loud. Once you've done that, keep counting mentally and hit/tap 5 a little bit harder with a little pause, and then just 7, 8. It would be like: 5, no hit/tap, 7, 8.

FIIIVE, seven, eight - FIIIVE, seven, eight - FIIIVE, seven, eight.

You can slow down or speed up as you like, and this, dear @camilalauren0327 and babies, is an example of syncopation. If you guys want, to listen and understand better, I also found this for you: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-H6oXpF-tw.

But anyway. What's my point? Why explain all this to you? Because for many composers and producers, syncopation is a vital element because it helps them tie the rhythm and the melody of a song together. The use of syncopation in music in general, but more precisely in a song, makes the track different and even unique at times.

And now that you know this, Lauren did or didn't use a beautiful metaphor with a simple one-word to describe her and Mila? *she was so phenomenal and romantic 😍*

“Face to face, tell me do you feel it too?”

Sounds weird that Laur was wondering, right? Well, it actually isn't because this song is about the moment in the timeline they were in the Like Friends Dosituation. Laur was still in denial and therefore they didn't speak. She didn't know if Mila still wanted her or not, and most likely, it was just before Mila started her relationship with the mystery girl because it coincides with Lauren finally accepting herself and her feelings for her.

Chorus:

“You got me paralyzed, and I think I like it

Caught me by surprise, I'm not usually like this, no

Got me paralyzed, don't think I can fight this

Why's it feel so right?”

The difference between the first chorus and this, is the ‘don't think I can fight this’ here. As I said before and as we know, Laur had been in denial all her life and she’d always fought against these feelings, but this time it was different. Thiswas different because Camila was different. Hell, Lauren herself was different. The environment she was in was different. Different especially from home and from what she was used to there. Her feelings were different. More powerful. Nothing like the crushes she'd had on other girls in the past, and she knew, because she knew, that she was going to lose this fight. Here, or rather at the time at that moment, she was simply admitting it to herself.

Bridge:

“But maybe I should wait

Let it fall into place

'Cause I keep going over

The things that could come from me feeling this way (Way)”

She was having second thoughts here. Her fear took over. Fear is the most powerful tool in the world. It makes you do unimaginable things and it makes you not do what you really want.

“And I don't wanna play (I don't wanna play)

This emotional game (This emotional game)

But when you pull me closer

I cannot deny that I want you to stay”

BUT, she finally gave in. She overcame her fear by finally admitting to herself that she wanted her, and not just physically. The ‘stay’ is tricky because if it's read just like that, it only means a physical action, but for Camren? It means so much more. An example that comes to mind now is the ‘It's almost 2AM and I can't ask you to stay’ that we find in Feel It Twice. For them, the ‘stay’ is not just a physical action. It's deeper. It means staying with each other. It means staying/being together.

After the bridge, we have the post-bridge and then the chorus again (in which that raspy, mature high-note occurs on the “I cannot deny this love”, which honestly leaves me dead every time) which I've already explained, so that's it, dear @camilalauren0327. All Night is a song about Laur's acceptance of her feelings for Mila.

I hope you liked it, and, I don't know where you live, but I hope you're having a wonderful summer or a beginning of winter. Sending you a hug 🤗

For you guys, on the other hand, I hope you too are having a wonderful summer or a beginning of winter wherever you live 😊 I'll try to keep answering your asks whenever possible until I get home in September (damn places with no connection and only one wi-fi).

Always remember to be kind, to others and to yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Don't let our ship sink. Keep shipping them, but please respectfully 🙏🏼 Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗 I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️

[arhvste]

❝ kuroo tetsurō - dad hcs ❞

tetsu week masterlist

-> you already know this man is dad of the year every year

-> your kids will have some immaculate genes too

-> don’t forget that’s courtesy of you though 😼

-> kuroo will tell you they got their good looks from him but you both know their prettiest features are from you and it’s the facts

-> you guys have two boys and a girl

-> kuroo will train these boys to literally bodyguard your daughter 🧍🏻‍♀️

-> it is quite literally ‘on sight’ for any boy that enters his field of vision when his daughters around

-> “tetsurō, stop glaring at him”

-> “while he’s around my precious little girl? i don’t think so he can’t be trusted 😒”

-> “he’s 2 🧍🏻‍♀️”

-> “and? his eyes are still working fine enough to check out our little girl 😔”

-> very protective of your daughter overall

-> don’t even get me started on her first boyfriend and heartbreak

-> you had to stop your husband and sons from rioting

-> “y/n !! that asshole made my little princess cry !! i knew he was going to be a piece of shit from the start !!”

-> “yes okay tetsu i get it but please just don’t go and cause trouble !!”

-> “huh? what? no !!”

-> he’s so confused,, you didn’t think he was going to turn to violence did you?

-> no, kuroos off to storm into his office to write a very critical email to send to your daughters ex’s parents on how badly they clearly raised their son for him to break his little girls heart

-> you just let him do it because he won’t let this go

-> your sons are pissed too but luckily one of them inherited kuroo’s good moral trait and the other inherited his logical perception

-> speaking of your sons kuroo is going to be best friends with them

-> as they grow older, kuroo aims for them to see him as someone they can approach as more of a ‘friend’ rather than someone who holds authority over them

-> he’s good at gaining their respect from a young age so they’re comfortable enough to treat their father as a friend but still understand the authority he has over them

-> he likes the boyish grins they have on their faces when he comes home from work

-> he feels proud that they’re happy to see him after a long day

-> like he’s worked hard enough for his kids to understand just how much he loves them and doing things for them

-> no matter how busy work gets, he’ll always have room in his schedule for his kids

-> he could have an important meeting regarding a big promotional opportunity the next morning

-> but he’ll still happily sit downstairs at 2am helping your kid finish their paper-mâché volcano project for school

-> naturally, he wants his kids to do well in school too

-> neither of you push an insistence to get good grades but you’ll both support your kids in anyway you can

-> kuroo likes to offer every opportunity available

-> so if your daughter wants to take geography as a further study in the future

-> congrats because kuroo is booking a family holiday to iceland where she can get a head start on the glaciers topic before the next term

-> anything your kids are passionate about, kuroo is too

-> even if that doesn’t include volleyball

-> i’m sure at least one of your kids will pick it up though

-> after seeing a few pro games after accompanying their father to work a few times i’m sure they’ll pick up some sort of interest

-> especially when uncle bokuto is so passionate and encouraging of them to try it out

-> uncle bokuto and uncle kenma are frequent visitors at the kuroo residence

-> your kids love them

-> even to the point where kuroo feel intimated that they love them more than him

-> “baby be honest, do the kids love kenma more than me? 😿”

-> “tetsu, kenma is a world famous streamer of course they’re going to be somewhat infatuated with him”

-> “yeah... you’re right 😔👍”

-> “but they’re also more infactuated with their amazing, selfless and intelligent dad 😌”

-> “you forgot to add handsome too 😼”

-> it’s true though

-> your kids adore you both and you’ve raised them pretty damn well

-> even other kids at their school comment about how cool you two are

-> “woah, mrs kuroo is such a milf”

-> “tell your parents to adopt me please!”

-> yeah, get used to hearing those comments from other kids because you will get them

-> your household has such a good dynamic

-> theres moments of chaos but it calms down rather quickly too

-> your kids love and respect you both and everyone is always complimenting how good your children are and how grown up they’ve become

-> literally 10/10 parents

-> you guys should write your own parenting book 😼

dt - @aislastetsu

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[hercleverboy]

miss you, love you

spencer reid x reader 

summary ↠ spencer never came home from the case.

category ↠ angst

warnings/includes ↠ major character death, depression, funerals.

word count ↠ 2.7k

“My heartbreak is grief that comes in waves, gruelling, stealing appetite and sleep alike.” — Angela Abraham

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.”

Y/N stared down at her phone in her hands. She listened as the dial tone rang out, before ending the call and dialling again.

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid-“

She wondered if she was insane, dialling same number over and over just so she could hear his voice again.

It had been 3 days since Spencer had left for the case. It was a more local one, so he wasn’t going to be thousands of miles away this time. That didn’t lessen the worry that consumed her whenever he left the house. She knew how dangerous his job could be, and while she knew he could handle himself, and that the team would protect him with their lives, she couldn’t help but worry. Spencer knew she worried, but he was always quick to reassure her that he would always come back to her. Before, he’d admit, he could be reckless in the field at times. However, that was before he met her, before he fell in love with her, before she became his wife on a warm evening last July. He used to come home from rough cases to a cold and empty apartment, left to tend to his cuts and scratches alone with his thoughts. But now, he had someone waiting for him to come home. He had a family, someone who depended on him, who needed him.

So he made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t be so reckless, that he would always come home to her.

When he’d left for the case a few days ago, for what would be the last time, she made sure to say goodbye the same way she always did. (Though now she found herself wishing she’d said more.)

“Thank you for making breakfast baby, but I gotta go!” Spencer had exclaimed, rushing to throw his satchel over his shoulder and grab his coat. He shoved the last bite of his blueberry pancake in his mouth before moving to kiss Y/N’s cheek, then scrambling to the door.

“Spence!” She called after him, making her way to the front door, where Spencer had stuck his head back inside the door to see why she’d called him. “You forgot something.”

He gave her a confused look, patting down his pockets to check he had everything. “Did I? I’ve got my phone, my car keys-“

Y/N cut him off by pressing her lips to his, and Spencer melted into it, figuring that the telling off he’d get from Hotch for being late was worth it to spend a few more minutes with her.

“I love you. Be safe.” She whispered against his lips and he smiled, pecking her on the lips again quickly.

“I promise, Mrs Reid. I love you too.”

And then he was gone.

That was the last time she would see her husband alive.

She remembered the day vividly. The day she’d always dreaded would come.

It was JJ who had called her at 2AM, sobbing down the line.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m-“

“JJ? What’s wrong? Oh god, is it Spence? Is he okay?”

JJ had just cried harder at the question, begging her to come to the hospital. Y/N didn’t take the time to question her, instead pulling on her shoes and grabbing her car keys. She drove quickly to the hospital, tears clouding her vision. When she got to the hospital, she asked the receptionist for Spencer Reid, and she’d told her he was on the second floor. She’d taken the stairs, far too anxious to stand in the elevator. When she rounded the corner she was met with her husbands team, standing in front of the room she assumed was his.

Hotch noticed her first. “Y/N-“

“Where is he?” She asked, the tears slipping from her eyes.

“Y/N please, just let me explain-“

“I said where is he, Aaron? Where’s my husband?”

“Y/N-“

“I swear to god if you don’t tell me what’s going on-“ Her voice caught in her throat as she finally glanced over into the room that the team stood in front of, almost as though they were shielding her from what was inside. On the bed lied a body, covered by a white sheet. A still, unmoving body.

“Y/N-“

“I need to see him.” She murmured. JJ came toward her, placing her hand on Y/N’s arm.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N-“

“I said I need to see him.” She spat coldly, harshly shrugging JJ’s hand away.

Hotch led Y/N into the room and JJ followed, closing the door behind them. It was Hotch who gently pulled back the white sheet to reveal Y/N’s greatest fear.

Spencer.

Y/N didn’t recognise that the heartbroken scream that filled the room was coming from her lips until Hotch’s arms wrapped around her, to stop her from falling to the floor as her knees buckled beneath her. She sank to the ground in Hotch’s grasp as the sobs ripped from her throat. The pain was unimaginable. It felt as though someone had ripped her heart from her chest. Like it had been torn from her and crushed in front of her eyes.

She couldn’t b r e a t h e.

She whimpered out incomprehensible words as she wept. “Please. Please, no. Not him. He promised. He promised me.”

JJ had to clasp a hand over her mouth to stop herself from sobbing aloud as she watched the heartbreaking scene before her. She remembered how she felt when she thought Will had died in the bank, how she wondered how she would live without him, how she would ever breathe again without the love of her life by her side. She couldn’t begin to comprehend the pain Y/N felt.

Hotch attempted to soothe the wailing girl in his arms, but it did nothing. He recalled how he felt when Haley died, and his heart ached at the thought of Y/N suffering the same unbearable hurt that he did. Whilst he was heartbroken at the death of the BAU’s youngest member, he was easily the most emotionally well-put together at the moment. Garcia, Morgan and JJ were absolutely inconsolable. Emily sat in the waiting room chair in a state of shock as silent tears trembled down her cheeks. Rossi sat next to her, his head in his hands as he cried.

Y/N trembled in Hotch’s arms, her entire frame shaking as she wept. Hotch’s eyes met JJ’s, and he signalled for JJ to pull the sheet back over Spencer, so she didn’t have to look anymore.

As if that mattered.

As if the image wasn’t already burned into her brain.

Eventually Hotch pulled Y/N up to stand, still holding her close to him as she relied on him to stop them from both collapsing to the ground again.

“I’m gonna get Derek to take you home, okay Y/N?” He whispered, attempting not to alarm her. She still panicked, shaking her head profusely as she whimpered.

“No, no. Aaron I can’t leave him here. He’s all alone, please.” She begged, but she ultimately knew Hotch was right.

She allowed herself to be taken to Derek’s car. He took her back to the house (Y/N could hardly call it a home anymore), and parked up outside it.

Y/N made no move to get out of the car. Derek turned to her, the woman his best friend loved. Derek wouldn’t tell Y/N this, but in his last moments Spencer had made him promise that he would take care of her If something happened to him. And Derek would keep that promise if it was the last thing he did.

“Y/N we have to go inside.” He tried gently, and watched as the tears still fell from her red eyes.

“How did It happen?” Her voice was cold and numb.

“I’m not going to tell you that-“

“Derek please. I need to know.” She choked out, her eyes meeting his.

“He jumped in front of a bullet to save the life of a little girl.”

It only made Y/N sob harder. Her husband had died giving his life for a young girl. She didn’t know how that made her feel.

Derek got out of the car, coming over and opening the door for Y/N. She nodded to him gratefully as he helped her out of the car, her shaky hands grabbing onto him to give her something to hold onto. “Will you stay for a little while? I can’t be alone, not here.” She cried, and he nodded, holding back a cry of his own.

“Of course I will.”

The house felt cold and empty. Spencer and Y/N had purchased the home shortly after getting married, with promises of raising their family here. As they came in through the front door, Y/N stared at the battered pair of Spencer’s converse that were lying by the door.

He’d never wear them again.

As she looked around the rooms that she once found so much comfort in, but now felt so suffocated, she noticed how his things were everywhere. His books scattered around the living room, his suits still hung in the wardrobe, his toothbrush sat by the sink.

He was still everywhere she looked.

Derek had stayed for a few hours, trying to get Y/N to eat and sleep before he left. As soon as the door had closed behind him, Y/N sunk to her knees, collapsing in on herself. She’d never felt a pain so intense, so all-consuming. Her chest burned and she begged and she prayed for it all to be a sick, twisted nightmare. That she’d wake up in bed, in Spencer’s arms like she was supposed to be, and he’d soothe her with his calming voice, his large hand gently rubbing her back.

“It was just a nightmare baby. You’re okay, I’m here. Nothing will ever hurt you as long as I’m here.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, pinched herself a hundred times because she just couldn’t accept that any of this could be real, that she would have to face the world without him by her side.

She realised then that she didn’t know how to live in a world where Spencer Reid doesn’t exist.

The team called, but she never picked up.

“Hi there, sweet girl, it’s Penelope. I just wanted to check in. I stopped by your house again, and I noticed you haven’t taken in any of my baskets. It’s okay, I left you another one today. You like cashews, right?”

“Hey, it’s Derek. Please just send me a text letting me know you’re still there. Cause you know I’ll break down that door if I have to.”

“Y/N, it’s JJ. I just wanted to remind you that the funerals on Monday. We really hope you’ll come, but we understand if you can’t. I’m always here if you need to talk.”

Y/N just listened as the the dial tone rang out after JJ’s voicemail. She was sat up against the wall of the living room, her knees to her chest as she stared at the phone that sat on the floor before her. She hadn’t showered in weeks, and she hadn’t eaten in god knows how long. None of that stuff seemed important to her, really. She noted how JJ had reminded her that Spencer’s funeral was on Monday. At first she didn’t want to go. She wasn’t sure she could handle it. All these people who were probably going to be there, talking about how they missed him, as If they’d cared about him while he was here. Though she knew she owed it to her husband. She had to be strong enough to go. So, she pulled herself up and forced herself to shower for the first time in a long while.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat on the shower floor, her tears mixing with the water that fell on her face.

She dried herself off and dressed herself for bed, knowing she had to try and get some sleep before Monday. When she opened up the wardrobe in search of her pyjamas, her eyes lingered on his clothes that were nearly hung and stacked on his side of the wardrobe. Her lip quivered. Up until then, she hadn’t dared to touch any of his things. The half drunk coffee was in his favourite mug was still sat on his bedside table. She knew it would start to smell soon but she couldn’t bring herself to move it. His shoes that laid scattered in their hallway from where he’d thrown them off one night were still in the same place he’d left them. She brought her hand out to gently touch the fabric of one of his hoodies. She tenderly took the fabric from the hanger, bringing it up to her nose as she inhaled deeply.

She let out a cry.

It still smelled like him.

She pulled the hoodie over her head, watching as it fell to her knees. He always was so much taller than her.

She curled up in bed that night, the scent of him calming her, lulling her to sleep.

It was the best sleep she’d gotten in weeks.

When Monday inevitably came, Y/N had called JJ to ask for a lift to the cemetery. JJ sounded surprised but glad at Y/N’s request.

As they watched her husband be lowered into the ground, Y/N couldn’t stop the tears that fell from her eyes. JJ held her hand tightly throughout it, comforting her as she cried. Y/N couldn’t say it then but she was so thankful for the teams support. If it weren’t for them, she’d be doing this alone and that would be even more unbearable.

Y/N had agreed to say some words at the funeral, despite Derek reassuring her that it was okay if she didn’t want to, she insisted.

Taking a deep breath, she started.

“My husband was many things. He was stubborn, at times. A bit of a know it all, which I loved about him.” She gave a teary chuckle, and the team gave one too, as they fondly remembered their friend. “But he was also kind, and loving. He was the best husband I could’ve asked for, and it was a privilege to love him, and to have his love in return. Spencer Reid was easily the best thing that ever happened to me, and I will honour him for the rest of my life.” She turned to face the newly placed headstone.

‘             Spencer Reid

Beloved Friend, son and Husband.’

That night, she sat up against the wall in their living room again, wrapped in Spencer’s jumper. She pressed the familiar number on her phone again, finding comfort in the sound of his voice.

“Hi, you’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

Beep.

“Hey, Spence. I don’t know if you know, if you’re somehow watching me from up there but, I call this number a lot. I just want to hear your voice, sometimes. Even if it’s just your stupid voicemail.” She chuckled quietly. “I don’t actually have anything else to say. But I’m going to stop calling this number. It’s not good for me, to keep clinging onto you like this. So this will be the last time I call you. I can let you go now.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I’ll always love you, Spencer Reid. I promise.” She grabbed at the chain that hung from her neck, which now had his wedding ring dangling from it. “You’re the love of my life. And what an extraordinary life it was.” She smiled. “Maybe in another life, we get to be one another’s forever. But not in this one, it would seem.”

She knew she had to stop calling the number. It was damaging her, clinging onto his voice. She knew that if she wanted to be able to let him go, she had to start there.

“Okay. I’m gonna go now. miss you, love you.”

She ended the call, staring down at the phone, as the numbness she’d grown accustom to filled her.

She tried to convince herself she didn’t need to call again. She didn’t need to hear is voice again. Maybe things would be different, now she’d laid him to rest. Maybe now they’d both finally know peace.

Beep.

“Hi, this is Dr. Spencer Reid-“

But then again, when had the universe ever been so kind?

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Do you even lift?

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Changbin

Caregiver: Chan

 No one's POV.:

Changbin had come under quite a bit of fire lately. He had successfully gained weight and loved how cute his squishy cheeks looked. Sadly, they came at a cost, resulting in the rapper being criticized for his belly fat. Would he cut down on food, he'd lose his cute cheeks again, so that left only one solution: more exercise to reveal his abs and hopefully still keep his cheeks. That's easier said than done though, because his schedule was already tightly packed. The only times he managed to go to the gym were after his official schedule late into the night. Changbin wasn't one to complain, so he'd take what he could get even if that meant salvaging all the discipline he could find and forcing himself to push past his exhaustion to trade sleep for exercise. The calculation was easy for him: ‘If I leave the studio at 2am, I’ll make it to the gym at around 2:30am. Exercise for 90minutes and leave the gym around 4am. Walk home and have a shower, then I could be in bed around 5am and get up to 3 hours of sleep before we have to get up again.’

He had been following this routine for the past three weeks and he was beginning to see the first changes. Mostly in his arms though, not in his abs but he was building muscles, so his abs would probably grow too, just a bit slower than his arms. The other members noticed it too and Changbin received many compliments for the size of his biceps. On the down side, he constantly felt sore and could barely remember what life was like without feeling his muscles burn with every movement. His appetite had also changed. It was so much bigger than before, which only made sense with how much he was asking from his body. Although he had deliberately decided not to diet, he also wouldn’t increase his food intake just because he felt hungry all the time. What Changbin failed to understand was that his body was desperately begging for energy, either from sleep or from some extra calories. Since the rapper gave his body neither, it was only a matter of time till he had to feel his body’s wrath. He kept spacing out, which was probably worsened by low blood-sugar levels because he decided to consume less carbohydrates and eat healthy fats instead. One day, he almost fell asleep during one of 3racha’s production sessions. Both Chan and Jisung had mocked him for it but were mostly worried because their friend had started to come home even later than Chan. They had laughed it off together and Changbin had been forced to skip his workout that day, being dragged home to get some sleep instead. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t exercise twice as hard the next day though to make up for the missed workout.

Dance practices have developed a kind of love-hate relationship with Changbin. He loved them because they were also a form of exercise but he hated them because with how slow his brain had become from how run down he was, he was always a few beats behind on the choreography. If it seemed like it was frustrating for the dance-racha that was doing their best to teach them the new dance routines, it was so much more frustrating for Changbin. He was pushing himself incredibly hard to erase something that he was criticized for, only to mess up and be criticized for something else. Over the last week, he had noticed that he could go over the choreography about five times before getting dizzy and messing the steps up even more, so he tried to use the first few rounds to show his members that he wasn’t doing that bad, going all out and using up his remaining energy. In the breaks, Felix often sat with him, massaging his neck and shoulders. The Aussie could see how tense the other’s posture was and tried to give him as much relief as possible. Changbin appreciated it, although at that point there was nothing that Felix could do to make him hurt less. It was comforting and it at least took away the stress for a few minutes and helped him relax mentally, even though his muscles couldn’t really relax anymore.

“Guys, since our schedule ends early today and Channie-hyung said there wouldn’t be a 3racha meeting today, can we maybe go out for dinner tonight? It’d even be my treat”, Minho offered. The group had barely had the time to relax or have fun together. Changbin scratched his neck awkwardly, admitting: “I was actually looking forward to visit the gym early today.” – “It’s fine, you guys can go. I’ll go with Changbin because it had been ages since I had the time to exercise apart from our dance practices”, Chan announced. Yes, he had barely been working out lately for the lack of time but his main intention was to keep an eye on his dongsaeng. The leader was afraid the younger was overworking himself. Their plan was soon settled, though a few youngers, especially Felix, tried to talk Changbin out of going to the gym but his insecurities and body image made it impossible for the rapper to skip. His head was already hurting before they left for the gym but if he thought about it, it had been hurting for the last two days already. A good night’s rest would probably fix it, so Changbin was glad he’d be home a bit earlier tonight. It’s not like he had the intention to harm himself with his excessive exercising but he failed to listen to his body telling him to stop.

On the way to the gym, Chan had asked many questions on his dongsaeng’s workout routine to figure out how hard the younger was actually pushing his limits. He was shocked when he finally grasped the extent and tried to give the rapper a few hints here and there, that he might want to think about this habit. Changbin either wasn’t getting the hint that his hyung was telling him to stop, which was possible considering how out of it he was, or he was unwilling to admit to himself, that he was slowly running his body into the ground. Chan soon gave up and realized the younger had to see for himself that what he was doing was hurting him. That didn’t mean the leader wasn’t prepared to be there and pick up the pieces when Changbin would reach his breaking point. For now, he tried to keep the mood light. They took a few pictures and compared the weights they’d be using for their individual routines, before putting in their earphones and getting started.

It all seemed to be going well. At least that was what it looked like to Chan. Changbin soon removed his earphones because he blamed the stereo-sound for the spinning in his head and his balance-issues. To his dismay, he had to accept that the change barely had an effect on his struggles. He was also shaking harder from the strain than he remembered himself shaking the previous day but what did he expect with the amount of sleep he was running on. Changbin finished up with his push-ups and stood up with the weights in his hands. Upon shifting his position upright, black spots started to dance in his vision but he was used to it. It had happened a few times over the course of the past week. He’d just drop down to one knee and wait till his vision cleared before getting up again. Changbin’s back was facing Chan, so the leader couldn’t see his discolored face, or the cold sweat that was dripping from his forehead, running down his temples. The rapper had been kneeling there for quite a while already, longer than he usually needed to, so Chan removed his earphones too and teased: “Do you even lift, mate?”

Changbin shook his head and turned his head towards Chan. He was mumbling something that resembled ‘h-hyung’, but Chan only saw his lips moving. The leader didn’t need to hear him though, the look on his face, combined with his skincolor, told Chan all he needed to know. Cursing silently, the oldest dropped his weights and rushed over to his friend. He wrapped his arms around Changbin from his back and gently pulled him backwards to sit down properly. Changbin defeatedly let go of his weights and leaned back against his hyung’s chest. “It’s okay. Just take deep breaths and the dizziness will go away”, Chan assured, holding the younger against his chest so he wouldn’t fall over. Taking a shaky breath in, Changbin failed and his breathing remained fast and shallow. One hand came up to clutch onto Chan’s arm, a desperate attempt to hold himself up, before it dropped back down, along with Changbin’s head that fell onto his chest as his body went slack.

For a second, Chan panicked before he collected himself, realizing he’d only be able to help the younger if he was able to keep a cool head. Carefully, the leader lowered Changbin to lie on the floor, feeling his pulse weak and fast. He got up and without his eyes ever leaving the younger, he collected his water bottle and a stack of lyric sheets. Chan sprinkled some of the water onto Changbin’s face before fanning him with the papers. To his relief, he soon heard the rapper groan and his eyes fluttered open. “Take it easy, you’re okay”, Chan promised, “Just blacked out for a second. I think we’re done exercising for today.” Changbin nodded and brought his hands up to massage his temples. Was his headache already that bad earlier? He wanted to keep up but his hyung held it down with a gentle hand on his chest, asking: “Please stay down a little longer, just until your face has taken on a healthier shade.” Changbin nodded again, too drained to respond verbally.

After resting for another two minutes, Changbin started to feel cold, his body not having the energy left to sustain his body temperature. Chan noticed the slight shiver and went to collect his hoodie. “Here, you can try to sit up and put this on”, the leader said with a comforting smile. He helped his dongsaeng to sit up and kept an arm around his shoulders to steady him. Changbin tiredly slipped the hoodie on, cursing his arms for burning as much as they did from the simple movement. Grabbing his towel, he dried his sweaty face. He also took a few sips of the water Chan offered him before clearing his throat and asking: “Hyung, can we go home?” The older was glad he didn’t have to argue about taking Changbin home and nodded. “Do you think you can walk or do you want a piggy back?”, he asked, studying the rapper. “Walk!” – “Alright, alright”, he laughed, pulling Changbin to his feet and wrapping one arm around his waist, while Changbin’s arm hung over his neck, “But can you give me a warning if you feel dizzy again?” – “Yeah – yeah, I think – I think I can do that”, Changbin mumbled, swaying a bit as Chan picked up both of their bags.

Their walk back to the dorm was slow and quiet and Chan was sure, the younger hadn’t fallen asleep walking. He felt a bit guilty for not stopping Changbin before it could get this bad but he also knew that if the rapper had set his mind on something, there was no stopping him. While Changbin went to their room to pick out his clothes, Chan ran him a bath. The leader was afraid his dongsaeng would slip and fall if he tried to take a shower. He let Changbin take his time and went to the kitchen to make them both some dinner. Chan had settled on making some rice with chicken to fill up their energy fast while also giving them a good amount of protein. Dishing the food onto plates, he made sure Changbin’s was heaping full. “Hey, hyung. Sorry about earlier”, Changbin apologized, walking into the kitchen with damp hair. Chan shook his head and sat him down at the table, so they could eat together, replying: “It’s alright but I hope you got your wakeup call to start listening to your body better.” Changbin nodded guiltily. “You should take the next few days to rest up because you have pushed your body way too hard. I know why you did and I’m not going to scold you because I understand your intentions but please take better care of yourself from now on”, the leader pleaded. Changbin bit his lip. It didn’t feel right to take even a day off, when it was entirely his own fault that he felt so bad. On the other hand, being able to sleep in and not having to drag his achy and wrecked body out of bed tomorrow sounded like heaven. In the end, they compromised on Changbin resting for one day and deciding afterwards if he needed another. What was sure though, was that Chan would keep a closer eye on him from now on to ensure he got the rest he needed.

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Ghosted - Josh Anderson

Type: angst. just angst

Requested: No

Warnings: mentions of body image issues

A/N: I guess I’m on a bit of an Anderson kick? Anyway, I’m going to try to make my writing a bit more inclusive, so this it a plus-size imagine. If you have any requests at all that are inclusive, I’d love to try my hand at writing them! I’m also super open to criticism, and I would love for you guys to give me feedback so I can make my content better. (Also, thinking this might need another part? What do you guys think?)

A banging on the door to your apartment woke you up in the middle of the night. The clock on your phone said 2am, and the grumpy neighbor to your left would surely call the cops if whoever was outside your door didn’t shut up in the next ten seconds. 

You crept into the hallway leading to your apartment door cautiously, phone ready to dial 911 if necessary. There was no one you’d expect to be at your door this late, not anymore at least, and you could feel your heart pounding. “Y/N, I know you’re in there.” 

Josh. It was hard to ignore the pang that went through your chest over hearing his voice again, and you could feel your resolve slipping. Staying away from him was easy when they were in a different country, but now that he was back? You put a hand on the door handle, hesitating slightly. It was like he could sense you were there, and Josh’s voice dropped to a murmur. “Baby, please. I just want to see your face and then I’ll leave again.” 

Josh was your biggest weakness, always had been. You opened the door slowly to an exhausted-looking hockey player leaning heavily on your door frame. “Y/N.” His voice was a whisper, and he was inside the apartment and on you before you could react. Josh’s arms found their way onto the back of your head and your waist, holding you close in a crushing hug. “You scared the shit out of me, baby, I hadn’t heard from you.” You squeezed your eyes shut, inhaling deeply. His cologne was your favorite smell, and the pillow he used when he stayed the night didn’t smell like him anymore. 

“I just needed some space to think, J, I didn’t mean to ghost you. I’m sorry.” And you hadn’t; you were planning on breaking off your arrangement, sure, but you certainly hadn’t meant to ghost the guy while he was on a roadie either. He stiffened at your words, and you squeezed tighter when he tried to pull back and look at you.

The sound of your door lock startled you enough that you loosened your arms, and Josh took advantage of it to pull away. He had reached around you to turn the lock back into place, you could see that now, and he used that hand to cradle your face. “Space to think? Are you okay?” God, his face looked so genuinely concerned and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You stepped back, putting a good three feet between the two of you just so that you could think clearly. For a split second it looked like hurt flashed across Josh’s face, but you brushed it off. He didn’t do emotional attachment, he told you that at the beginning. “I can’t do this anymore.” You gestured between the pair of you, and Josh’s face darkened in understanding. 

“So you were just gonna ghost me?”

The pair of you were facing off like it was a battle now, arms crossed and bodies tight. “No. I was going to tell you when you got back, but apparently I didn’t respond to enough of your texts for you to be satisfied. I’m not your girlfriend, Josh, I don’t need to text you back all the time.”

He reared back like you’d punched him. “So that’s what this is about? You think I’m too clingy?” You had to laugh, you really did, though you knew it was a mistake as soon as the small chuckle left your lips. 

“God, Josh, no,” you said quickly, as he opened his mouth again. “You do the whole emotional detachment thing really well, actually. I just can’t do this anymore.” You stepped back again, in the general direction of the door, but Josh shook his head.

“No. You can’t just drop a bomb like that on me and tell me to leave. At least tell me where the hell this is coming from.” His hand grabbed at yours quickly, and you let him lead you into the kitchen and help you onto the counter where you could be eye-to-eye. “Talk. Where is this coming from?” 

Tears burned the back of your eyes at the earnestness in his face, and you hated that the words you were about to say would ruin what had become a good friendship. “I can’t do this anymore.” You gestured between the two of you, at where Josh’s hands had settled onto your hips. “I can’t sit here and act like it doesn’t mean the world to me when you bring me pastries from your trips just because you think I’d like them, or that the way you touch me makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.” You choked out a sob, and Josh looked shocked. “Josh when we’re hooking up I don’t feel big. I don’t feel like I’ve got the extra weight that I know I have, and I fucked up. I got attached.” A small whimper left your lips as you took a shuddering breath. “I fell for you, J, and I know you don’t feel the same.” 

The kitchen was silent as you stared down blankly, tears blurring your vision. You expected to feel Josh’s hands leave your waist, to hear the door shut behind him when he inevitably freaked out and left, but neither of those things happened. Strong arms wrapped around you again, and Josh pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “I’m sorry.” You started at Josh’s words, and he squeezed you even tighter. “I had a feeling this would happen, and I shouldn’t have done this to you anyway.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead and then pulled back. You were reeling from his confession, and couldn’t do anything but sit there.

Josh swept his thumbs under your eyes, clearing away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks. He looked devastated, and you knew that he hadn’t escaped this unscathed either. “Let’s get you back to sleep, okay?” You nodded, and he helped you off the counter. It was a bit of a shock, really, that he hadn’t left immediately. You’d expected him to run as soon as you admitted your feelings, had expected him to be angry. If anything, he seemed angry with himself. “I know that I don’t deserve anything from you, but can I stay until you fall asleep? Hold you one more time?” His face looked sincere when you glanced up at him, and you nodded gently. 

It was unnerving how well you fit into his arms. Josh pulled you in tightly, resting his cheek on your head with a sigh. “You can stay for tonight. You shouldn’t drive this late.” Your words surprised you just as much as they did Josh, though you were mostly surprised with how much you meant them. Even if it was just for tonight, and even if he never did it again, you wanted Josh to hold you as you fell asleep one more time. Josh murmured a reply, settling deeper into the blankets. You tried to stay awake, to revel in the feeling of his arms and the smell of his cologne, but the pattern Josh drew on your shoulder and the rise and fall of his chest under your head had you out in seconds. 

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A/n: I’m so weak for Hinata Shoyo PLEASE he’s such an adorable little sunshine AHSFHSH- so here’s a little one shot I wrote at like 2am for him and I kind of adore how it came out; HEADS UP: it does contain a spoiler mention concerning the outcome of the Inarizaki game so be aware! Enjoy loves 🧡🧡🧡

LITERALLY LOOK AT HIM HE’S SO CUTE

Words: 1340

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Sweat dripped down from your chin and soaked the collar of your jersey, the overwhelming sense of humid stickiness seeming to cover every surface of the Tokyo gymnasium.

Everything became more heightened as soon as the ball left the surface of your palm; the ache in your left foot, the strand of runaway hair that lingered on your forearm, and the pair of eyes that gleamed intensely at you from somewhere in the stands.

You couldn’t see who it was, but at this point it didn’t even matter as you watched the volleyball land snugly into the corner of the opposite side of the court.

The blow of the whistle brought you out of your world of slow motion, and you were bombarded by numerous teammates at the sound. That point just secured your team a spot in the next round of Nationals. When that thought truly, surely set in, a giddy laugh bubbled past your lips, and you gripped onto your setter in the sea of bodies - a sign of great appreciation for that final toss.

In a blur, your team was ushered off the court so that the next set of players could warm up, but not before you turned to face a crowd of school supporters who had traveled their way to Tokyo. In the midst of celebrating spectators, one especially caught your eye with his intent stare. Standing up in front, he wasn’t even a student at your school, but rather a very close friend from the same district.

A flash of a smile, a thumbs up, and then those blazing eyes of his were gone.

“Hey, you coming?” Your captain, a current third year caught your attention. “There’s a few reporters who I’m sure want to talk with you, Ms. First Year Ace.”

You scoff playfully as she steers you towards the player tunnel, filled to the brim with promising athletes and interviewers hungry to find a star story. “Alright, mom, I’m going!”

“Hey, as soon as you’re done here, you can go and congratulate that little number ten you’re so fond of on his win,” your team’s libero teased.

Despite the embarrassment that revealed itself in shades of pink on your cheeks, your eyes couldn’t help but light up at the idea.

The Karasuno match was being streamed in the players tunnel before your own one began, and the deafening shriek you managed after the men’s Miyagi representatives defeated the infamous Miya Twins had players turning heads your way in surprise (and slight annoyance, in some cases).

As your team was the female group’s representative of the Miyagi Prefecture, it was expected that you’d at least be a little proud. However, such excitement was only emphasized by the fact that you were well acquainted with the boys of Karasuno.

Most notably, your bond with one orange haired decoy on their team was especially strong. You and Hinata had clicked instantly after meeting at the sports banquet held for all players post the Interhigh Preliminaries. He deeply admired you for becoming an ace in your first year, and you couldn’t help to feel a force pulling you into the energetic boy’s world, one full of such determination and brightness.

At this point, it was painfully obvious to both teams that each were head over heels for the other. All it needed was one push to get the ball rolling, but apparently neither of you were brave enough to take that step due to a lingering fear of rejection.

As you stood in front of the camera lenses of reporters, confidence and energy overflowing within you, you thought that maybe you would just make that move as soon as you got the time to break away.

The universe seemed to have other plans.

“How does it feel to be the youngest ace in the National tournament this year?”

The question had been asked to you before, but the familiar words still sent excited goosebumps up your arms.

“It’s crazy,” you laughed airily. “I still can’t believe I was gifted with such a great team to help me get where I am right now, and I’m just looking for a chance to cement my spot as a legitimate ace despite my younger age.”

The woman beside you started to move on to the next point written on her notepad, but a voice from the tunnel exit had you whipping your head to the side as someone called your name. Tufts of orange hair appeared in your vision, and soon a figure emerged from behind a handful of other players preparing for their next match.

The smile on his face was blinding and carefree, but the glint in his eyes seemed a bit different than usual. You didn’t pay much mind to it, assuming he was still somewhat in focused mode after Karasuno’s major win from earlier in the day.

You turned back to the interviewer and the cameraman with an apologetic smile and held a finger up. “I’m super sorry, but could I have just a minute? I’ll be back in one moment.”

The woman nodded in understanding, and your gaze returned to the approaching middle blocker from Karasuno High.

“Shoyo! Congratulations on your advancement!” you exclaimed, and the ginger’s eyes brightened at the commendation. Still, he didn’t say a word as he continued making his way to you.

“Your receives were CRAZY! I was watching on the monitor down here and when I saw-” your sentence cut off when Hinata stopped right in front of you, and warm, calloused hands reached out to cup the sides of your face.

Before you knew it, Hinata had his lips firmly pressed to yours, pulling you to him like it was his life’s mission. They were slightly chapped, yet they still conveyed a gentle sweetness, and your hands rested quickly on his chest to steady yourself.

Surprised was an understatement, but it didn’t stop you from responding as soon as the situation registered in your mind. Not even the flash of camera lights directed your way distracted you from the moment.

Just like that, the Karasuno first year pulled back to scan your face, a large smile dominating his own features at your positive response to the unexpected kiss.

“Do you want to go eat something with me after you’re done with all this?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” was all you could sputter after such a forward move. His grin grew impossibly wider.

“Great! I need to put my stuff on the team bus but I’ll be back soon and we can go!”

You grabbed Hinata’s team jacket sleeve before he could successfully make an exit, and as he turned back around you crashed your lips together, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him in place.

This time he was the surprised one as you pulled apart by just a few centimeters, noses lightly brushing against one another.

“I thought you got easily flustered by girls?” you inquired, smugness glimmering in your eyes.

“The adrenaline is slowly starting to leave, give it a second,” he noted with blunt honesty, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I just had to do something after you played a game like that.”

“You’re crazy, Shoyo.”

“And you’re amazing.”

You pecked his lips a last time, teasingly pushing away as he started to lean forward for another, and gestured towards the tunnel exit. “Go put away your things first, and I’ll meet you in five minutes.”

Hinata nodded excitedly. “It’s a date.”

Date.

It’s a date!

Giddiness coursed through your body at the word, as if the surprise of the Karasuno boy kissing you hadn’t already gotten you bouncing on your toes.

You vaguely remembered being interviewed before any of the commotion began, and veered your attention back to the now wide-eyed reporter from earlier. It seemed the situation had also caught the attention of many other people in the room, players and interviewers alike looking your way.

You raised a hand to somewhat cover your wide smile, your entire body burning. “Uh, could you repeat your last question?”

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Fever Pitch - Part 1.

Eek! So I’m back! This WIP has been sitting in my files for so long and I finally found the groove to finish and post it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I anticipate this to be a two-part story, set between the ethics hearing and Ethan returning from the Amazon, it’s your much-loved angst fest that we all know I love writing!

Shoutout to the absolute wonderful @drethanramslay, who helped me get this over the line with her contributions, I’d so lost without you and everyone else who is always so wonderful and supportive.

(also, if you want to be taken off my taglist, just holla)

Anyway! Please be kind (heh) and I hope you enjoy!

WARNING! One swear word, plenty of angst.

This is a Ethan x F!MC story (Lorelei Stannaway).

The scuffing of Lorelei’s slippers bounced off the walls of the eerily quiet hallways of Edenbrook; at 2am, the graveyard shift had well and truly taken a hold of the otherwise bustling precinct. The nurses had dimmed the hallway lights and quietened the machines in an attempt to keep their patients asleep, the on-call doctors all retired to their offices, many closed doors accompanied with the glow of light illuminating the bottoms of them as she walked past.

Whilst the hospital was quiet at this time of night Lorelei’s mind was racing, and her dilemma so loud inside her head, it was almost debilitating. Before she realised, she was face first with the office door labelled: Dr Ethan Ramsey, and after taking a steadying breath of air, she entered the room. She glanced up to see Ethan with his back to her, leant over his desk taking a phone call, yet her vision quickly blurred his form out, as she noticed the bookcase behind his desk, usually filled with journals, accolades and framed certificates was now bare, the grained wood now a stark and confronting brown that took her very much by surprise.

“Wow…okay. You sure don’t waste anytime” Lorelei scoffed, the words sounding much more immature than she had initially anticipated, spilling from her mouth before she could even register that it had happened. She couldn’t back down now, she had initiated the battle and she was determined not to lose it.

Ethan sighed loudly, “Naveen, can I call you back? … Yes, I know. I already know. Naveen! I get it. I will. Why you’re even here at the hospital when you should be home resting is beyond me, go home.” He chastised the older man before ending the phone call and glancing across defeatedly at the woman before him.

“Really, Lorelei? We’re still here?” he bit back “please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be, Rori. They need me, I want to be there and help. Surely you can understand that?” he reasoned, turning his back on her once more to continue packing, a silent indication that it was no longer up for discussion.

Lorelei’s blood boiled at his silent gesture.

“Ethan…” her voice was calm, controlled and laced with promised absolute as she stared at the back of his head, although her eyes resembled that of a tumultuous storm, her heart was racing and her breathing erratic – she was petrified of what could possibly eventuate tonight. Lorelei knew she had his undivided attention now; she could tell by the increased heaving of Ethan’s shoulders with each breath he took that he was waiting for what was about to follow.

“Ethan, if you leave here and get on that plane. If you leave this country, this hospital… Ethan, in a time that I really need you the most, if you leave me…” she paused, preparing herself to say the next words and willing herself strong enough to follow through on them “I won’t be here when you get back”.

That was it, her last-ditch effort to persuade him to stay. She was out of options and yet felt so very ashamed of how disreputable she had become through sheer desperation. She knew her attempts were feeble however, nor did they serve any purpose, for Ethan had checked out long before she could have convinced him otherwise, and that was what destroyed her the most.

Ethan visibly bristled as he registered her words, and slowly, he could feel himself becoming indignant at her ultimatum. He stood and weighed the reality of her words with his back to her for what felt like a lifetime before he eventually spoke, his voice barely above a whisper “you don’t mean that… “ he replied, though he was doubtful, and he knew the waver in his voice betrayed him.

“Then why are you so eager to test its credibility?” she whispered back, too afraid to speak louder in fear of her voice breaking, tears threatened at her eyes, warm and prickly, as she tried to blink them back. Instead they cascaded down her cheeks in silence as she wiped angrily at her face.

Ethan leant heavily against his desk and hung his head, as though it was the only thing capable of withstanding the weight currently crushing him “what do you want me to say?” he sighed exasperatedly “that I’m sorry? That it isn’t beneficial for my career and I should just stay in order to keep you happy? Lorelei, this isn’t going to be some happy ending for us, I’ve already told you how I feel…” he broke off, carefully measuring the next words in his mind, acutely aware of the damage they will do, but knowing that they’re very much mutual  “…you’re getting too attached. If I don’t leave now, Lorelei, you’ll only suffer, longing for something I’ll never be able to give you. At the end of the day, I’m doing this for you.”

“I’m sorry what?!” Lorelei raised her voice incredulously, her eyebrow cocked as she felt the confusion and anger bubble in the pit of her stomach, seeping into every crevice of her being and consuming her, removing all rational thought from her mind “Jesus Christ, Ethan! Could you be a man and at least turn around and look me in the eyes if you’re going to break my heart?!”.

Ethan’s fear got the better of him as he exploded at her provoking and accusatory tone, implying that breaking her heart was his main priority, without realising, his sub conscious projected him into panic mode as he became reactive and emotional “I said I’m doing this for you!!” his voice quickly reaching the same volume as hers as he whipped his body around to look at her, his eyes glowed with a burning intensity, a silent warning for her to back down.

“Oh for fuck sake, E! That’s bullshit and you know it!” she rebutted, fresh hot tears spilling down her face yet her voice not betraying her this time “you don’t get to make those decisions for me!”

“I am not doing this right no-“

“Then when, Ethan? In six hours when you’re on the way to the airport? In nine when you’re on the plane? When will we do this because I don’t know about you, but I don’t think there’s much time left to do anything!”

Ethan looked at her in desperation, eyes filled with so much pain and angst, his ocean blues were now stormy greys, as he pushed himself off the desk and toward the door.

Desperation reaching fever pitch as she followed him out the doors and into the hallway “Ethan! Where are you going?!” her legs struggling to keep up with his strides as she followed him to the elevators, he stared forward, not once wavering or hazarding a glance at her in fear of his resolve crumbling.

The loud ping of the elevator doors opening reverberated throughout the otherwise silent hallway, Ethan stepped inside and turned around, not quite managing to meet her eyes “please… don’t follow me. It isn’t forever, Rori. I’ll be back soon and by the time that happens, you would have gotten over your ridiculous crush and we can both move on and do our jobs” his heart shattering as the words left his mouth, as he finally looked up and locked eyes with her as she stood there, bewildered, speechless and rooted to the ground. A sob choked in the back of her throat as she noticed the tears welling in Ethan’s eyes, reflecting her own.

“stay” she quietly pleaded “because if you don’t, I won’t. If you leave, I can assure you I won’t be here when you get back.” her final warning hung heavy in the air between them as Ethan assessed her face for any sign of relent.

“You’re being unreasonable”.

“the feeling is mutual”.

The pair stood either side of the elevator doors, not once breaking eye contact as they each waited for the other to surrender, yet neither having any intention of doing so. As the doors slid shut on Ethan’s broken-hearted face and carried him away, Lorelei was left staring at the harsh metal, a stark reminder of the metaphorical wall that Ethan had so meticulously placed between them, and continued to leave up.

She stayed rooted to the spot, bowing her head as the warm tears began falling hard and fast down her face again, and the sob she had been keeping in finally escaped.

“Lorelei…” a warm, gentle voice cooed down the hallway, as she turned to see Naveen approaching her “my sweet girl, come. Let’s go sit down” he shushed as he collected her in his arms and rubbed her shoulder empathetically “it isn’t forever” he reassured.

“he just... he just left Naveen? What if he never comes back? What if he stays there and we never see him again?” she spoke aloud, her mind racing.

“He’ll be back, Dear. If I’m positive of nothing else, it’s that he won’t be able to stay away for too long, not from you anyway” he smiled a warm and knowing smile at the young doctor, as he gently led her back towards his office.  

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11. "I took nyquil instead f dayquil on accident and now I'm about to pass out" with Louis and reader? They/them pronouns, if that's ok!

A/N: That’s perfectly ok! This is also apart of the same ArrangedMarriage! AU. Also idk if I said it before but Reader could be perceived as Carnivore, Herbivore, Omnivore, etc. There’s no established animal class or gender 😁

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Another sneeze rang out across your bedroom as you finally slipped on your shoes and gave one final brush to your tail. You and Louis were scheduled to have dinner with Louis’ father today which already had your nerves standing on end.

You hadn’t had much opportunity to get to know the man since he had arranged you and Louis’ marriage so on the fly (when Louis’ first betrothed backed out suddenly at the last minute). He had assured you and your father before the marriage took place that you were an “even more valuable political asset,” and that things were “better this way, more progressive.” At the time you were so grateful to get away from the pressures of your family and their unrealistic expectations of you, that you would have probably married anyone of means if that meant escaping them.

You didn’t know at the time that you would become so fond of Louis, that the two of you were the perfect pair as far as companionship went. He was kind, caring and gentle with you, a shocking contrast from the rigid, cold young man you were first introduced to at the beginning of the union. He’d truly grown on you and you him. You were immensely pleased the two of you were able to grow as close as you had but there was always some part of you that longed for more. What more entailed, however, you weren’t certain.

“Still suffering from that cold?” Louis asked, entering the bedroom while straightening his tie.

“Unfortunately,” you blanched. Your throat still hurt and your voice was hoarse. You had been battling this cold for the better part of a week now and every time you thought it had retreated, it came back again full force.

“If you don’t feel well enough to attend...”

“I’m fine, Louis. Let me just go take a little something and I’ll be ready to go,” you said heading to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. A little cold medicine would get you through the day as long as you took Dayq-

“You look great by the way. A true vision,” Louis called from the other room and you felt your cheek heat up at the compliment. So flustered by his comment you accidentally downed an unruly amount of green bitter medicine, only realizing you mistake after swallowing the horrid liquid.

“Uh oh....”

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“After you,” Louis said holding the car door open for you one you arrived at his father’s house. You stepped out and stumbled slightly as the effects of the medicine really began to weigh on you. Louis’ hands flew to the small of your back to steady you.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He asked calmly but his eyes looked alarmed.

“I’m just fine, Louis, just fine,” you smiled.

You were the farthest thing from fine.

Your eyelids were getting heavier by the moment and your dizziness was increasing rapidly. Your limbs began to feel heavy and you were having trouble concentrating on anything that wasn’t your restraint from yawning.

Louis could sense something was horribly wrong but tried to put on a good show in front of his father. Oguma was none the wiser and rattled off words and sentences that you couldn’t seem to really register at the moment.

Why didn’t you take the recommended serving size? Why did you have to down almost half the bottle? Why were you such an idiot?

“Y/N?” Louis whispered, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. The three of you were currently seated by the fireplace as you waited for the maids to make the announcement that lunch was served. You didn’t think you could make it that long.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered back and Louis’ eyes turned to the size of saucers. He seemed to have momentarily forgotten his father was even speaking as his ears perked in alert, his attention completely on you.

“Sorry about wh-”

“Dinner is ready, sir!” One of Oguma’s maid declared and the elder stag stood in satisfaction.

“Finally,” he gruffed, waiting for his guest to rise as well.

“We’ll be just a minute father, I need a word with my [wife/husband/partner],” Louis called and Oguma continued on without the two of you.

“We sh-shouldn’t keep him w-waiting, Lou,” you slurred as you tried to stand up only to nearly fall over if Louis hadn’t caught you by the waist.

“What is going on, Y/N?” Louis said sternly, his arm tightening immensely.

“I.... I.... I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil and I’m two seconds from passing out,” your voice was trembling at this point. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was the stress of the situation, the effects of the medicine, or a result from the cold you were fighting.

“Shit,” Louis murmured, gathering you in his arms as you began to cry. This definitely had to be a side effect of the medicine making you this emotionally raw.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t cry, it’s not the end of the world. Y/N.” Louis cooed rubbing your back. He licked the fur of your cheek a couple of times, his own deer instincts kicking in to try and get you to calm down.

“C’mon, lets get you home,” Louis said helping you walk towards the front door.

“But what about your father?”

“He’ll understand. Or he won’t, I really couldn’t give a shit. I’m more concerned about you right now,” Louis said helping you into the car. He returned back into the house to presumably inform Oguma of the sudden departure. You never saw him return as you fell fast asleep in the passengers seat.

When you woke up, you were in your bedroom at home. You realized Louis must have carried you inside while you continued to sleep off the medicine. You sat up and an instant wave of fatigue washed over you.

“Feeling better?” Louis asked from beside you. In your groggy haze you hadn’t even noticed him in bed beside you. He was shirtless and looked like he had been asleep himself. You glanced at the window and saw it was pitch dark outside.

“Y-yeah, have I really been out that long?” You sighed looking at the clock by the bed that read 2am. Louis hummed in confirmation, pulling your frame closer to lay back down. You complied and allowed him to gather you in his arms, his warmth spreading to you immediately.

“Louis.... I’m sorry I messed up so badly today. I know how important it is to keep up this image for your father and I screwed it all up,” you whispered to the stag. Louis’ eyes were still closed but his ears twitched indicating he’d heard you.

“I told you it doesn’t matter. I can’t have you sacrificing your health or overextending yourself in an sick state just to impress my old man. You come first Y/N, always,” Louis said with an air of finality and you knew better than to contradict his sincere words.

Instead, you elected to snuggle up even closer to the large deer and allow his steady heartbeat to lull you back into a dreamless sleep.