#slept at 4am last night and now tired before 2

[vay99]

Zoro x reader

Let me help you fall asleep

Anime/Manga: One Piece

It's 4am, the party on the ship has died down and the straw hats are littered over the deck. Behalve of Robin who went to bed early. You couldn't sleep on the other hand, you've just layed down with your crew but stayed wide awake.

"Oi why are you still awake?" Zoro asks as he approaches you.

"I can't sleep, you can go back to bed, I'll look after the ship." you answered simply, still hoping he'd stay by your side.

"You look tired."

"I can't sleep even if I wanted to." you shrug your shouldersbefore staring back at the sea again.

"Can you even sleep in clothes like that, doesn't look comfortable." he points out your cocktail dress that you've just bought with Nami, not because you knew you'd have a party tonight and certainty because you wanted to get a reaction from a certain someone. Definitely not the case. And it didn't even work until now, of course he didn't notice it earlier.

"I guess not, but I'm too tired to get changed and too awake to fall asleep." you yawn, feeling your eyelids growing heavy.

"I'm right back." Zoro comes back after 2 minutes with a shirt and a blanket. "This should be a more comfortable dress to wear to sleep."

"A shirt of yours?" confused you put the shirt on, over the dress, sitting down the whole time and then wiggle yourself out of the dress which you wear underneath. Zoro had his head turned away during the process to allow you at least a bit privacy. "Soooo comfortable."

"I picked one that's not too big of too small." scratching the back of his neck he hands you the blanket.

"You're the sweetest guy Zoro, thank you." you smile at him, appreciating his gesture. Sanji would've done this within seconds, for every girl, But Zoro is different. He only ever offers comfort to the others as in protection, but right now he offered real comfort." I really appreciate this."

You couldn't hear anything he might have responded because sleep has finally won the battle and took you in.

"Guess I'll look after the ship after all huh?" Zoro says to himself, adjusting the blanket so you wouldn't freeze. "Sleep well y/n."

The next morning everyone woke up one after another, besides you. You slept safe and sound until 2pm, just like Zoro who surely needed a nap after his night shift. You layed on the deck of the sunny by Namis orange trees and nobody disturbed you, until you woke up due to a certain someone...

"LUFFY STOP STEALING OUR FOOD!" Sanji yells at his captain who's fleeing the angry chef.

"Why they gotta be so noisy?" you groan, pulling the blanket over your head.

"You've never been an early bird." Robin chuckles, sitting down on her chair with a book.

"I just happen to like sleep." you mumble, stretching out your arms and legs before allowing your eyes to meet the bright daylight. "The sun is too bright turn it off."

"We'd all die if that happened." Robin chuckles again. "That's a nice shirt you're wearing."

"Thanks." you sit up, running one hand through your hair.

"Seems like he did give you at least some attention last night." she comments in a sweet tone, making your face flush.

"I wasn't able to sleep and he gave me one of his shirts so I'd be more comfortable." you mumble, playing with the hem of the shirt. "He has never done something sweet like this before."

"Maybe he would if you'd tell him how you feel."

"I should... I just never thought he'd have a soft spot for me until last night." you confess.

Right then Zoro stumbles intl your eye sight, standing below you by the door of the kitchen. Face bright red. Oh no. O h n o. Hs heard everything.

"I'll just leave you two to it." Robin smiles, leaving the scene as Zoro slowly makes his way towards you.

Sitting down next to you he stays silent for a while until you decide to break the tension.

"I really appreciate that you gave me your shirt, it makes me really happy." you let out a shaky breath, words floating through your head trying to pick a sentence together that doesn't sound like a toddler that just started talking.

"I know you like those kind of things." Zoro scratches his neck, still avoiding eye contact. "I'm just not good at them. I always tried to look out for you or stay close to you but that wasn't really telling."

"I already guessed that you aren't the affectionate type." you chuckle, letting go some of the tension in progress.

"I don't know." he buries his face in his hands. "I guess when the affection is coming from you I wouldn't mind it- what I mean, I would... like it?" he turns his head a bit, looking at you through his fingers.

"Does that mean I can keep the shirt?" you hug your legs towards you, resting your cheek on your knees.

"Oh you can have all of me." Zoro says in awe, loving the sight of you in his clothes. Looking at one another you enjoy the silence, Luffy has been captured by Sanji and the rest is no where to be seen. Which is most likely Robin's work.

"Aren't you tired?" you break the silence, watching him yawn. "Why don't you take a nap?"

"But I want to spend time with you." he yawns again, trying to keep his eyes open.

"Why don't you lay down and rest." you stretch out your legs, resting your back against the reling as you pat your lap. "I can play with your hair if you want me to, it always relaxes me."

A big hesitant Zoro crawls over, but stops before he lays his head down.

"Do... do you really, uhm, not wear anything underneath, like the shirt?"

"I wasn't wearing bra under that dress either." you answer, not quite sure where this suddenly came from.

"Wait, really?"

/Should I be upset that he wasn't looking or happy that my boobs weren't his focus?/ you mentally face palm.

"Yes, really."

"Oh." was all he said. "But you're wearing... like..." he looks at your lap where he's supposed to rest his head on.

"Of course!"

"Okay then." he lays his head down, facing you.

You start running your hands through his green hair, feeling his body shiver by your soft touch.

"I think I don't want to take any other naps than these kinds from now on." Zoro smiles at you before drifting off to a sweet dream.

[hollandroos]

I'm not sure if this is the right place for this so I apologize in advance 💗 I was hoping you could please write a Hotch fluff piece where him and the reader are navigating the first few weeks with their newborn? The reader's first baby and Aaron's second.

I hope you and the baby are doing well 💗

ahhh i saw this ask & i was so excited to write this that I wrote it at 2am so I hope its good! although i can hardly remember the newborn phase now but i vividly remember crawling into my boyfriends room every single night in tears asking for help because i was so tired & i swear my baby never ever slept 😂🫠

i hope you like this!

If there was anything that you had learnt since becoming a mom, it was that everyone who’d told you ‘sleep when the baby sleeps’ was a liar. The baby hardly ever slept and when she did - it was in yours or Aaron’s arms.

Daisy squirms lightly, letting out small coos to show that she was still awake. Still.

You felt so guilty as you slipped into Aaron’s bedroom- even though he’d told you countless times to wake him if you ever needed to, and begged you not to feel guilty you couldn’t help it.

You knew how important it was that he got enough sleep and remained vigilant considering his line of work so you had a tendency to push yourself to your breaking point before crawling through his doors.

He was absolutely amazing with Daisy. After taking a whole month off to be with you guys and Jack he’d finally gone back to work last week and yes, it was hitting you a little harder then you’d expected.

During that first month you’d taken it in shifts - Aaron would look after your sweet Daisy from around 8pm-2am and you’d take her from 2am until he woke up for the day. And it worked really well - however now that he was back at work you pretty much did the night shift alone and yeah, it was lonely and only getting around 2 hours of sleep a night wasn’t the best.

It didn't help that the two of you slept in seperate bedrooms now too to allow him to get his sleep.

Having a daughter that refused to sleep unless she was being held by either one of you was rough, but both of you adored her dearly. However that didn’t make the long nights easier.

“Aaron?” You say softly, trying to stop yet another round of tears from spilling over. God, you needed to sleep. You’d probably had 4 hours sleep in the last two days? Maybe three days now? wait - what day was it? when was the last time you changed clothes?

“Aaron, please.” You beg.

Aaron jolts a little before realising it’s just you. The man let’s out a tired groan and blinks rapidly, trying to make out the time on the alarm clock.

“Honey? are you okay? what time is it?”

It didn’t take a profiler to see how upset you were. Even then - he heard it in your voice before he saw it. Your throat was dry and hoarse, and the second Aaron turned the lamp on he noticed your swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks. His heart broke ever so slightly at the sight.

“It’s 4am. I know you have to go to work in a couple hours but please, please can you watch her for just two hours so I can get some rest. I-I haven’t slept at all and everytime I put her down she just cries and I feel like I’m going insane.”

Aaron doesn’t even hesitate to slide out of the bed. He’d had 6 hours of sleep - that was more than enough for him. And probably 6 hours more then you'd had.

“Of course I can.” He takes the newborn from your arms and you relax a little. “You’re not doing anything wrong, honey, she’s a newborn. This is just what she does. It’s not you. Why didn’t you tell me you were struggling this much? You need to let me help you, sweetheart,”

“Why- why can’t I handle it? I’m her mum Aaron i’m supposed - im supposed to be able to handle this. I feel like i’m failing.”

“You’re her mum, but you’re also human. No one can handle this much sleep deprivation. You’re a fantastic mum to both Daisy and Jack and you’re doing your best.”

He places Daisy down on the bed softly and pulls your shaking frame into his arms. Just like that you immediately break out into tears again, having missed his warm embrace. All the guilt you were feeling for waking him melts away with each gentle kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” He repeats softly until you stop shaking in his arms and for a second he wonders if you’ve fallen asleep standing up. “You lay down for a couple hours, I’ve got Daisy.”

He picks up the newborn again and she coos softly in his arms, snuggling into daddies embrace. You lay down without wasting another second and you swear the moment you close your eyes you're fast asleep.

And Aaron didn’t know how he did it, but somehow, nearly a whole two hours later he managed to get sweet little Daisy to sleep. Light snores fell from delicate newborn lips. Ever so carefully he places the baby down in her bassinet right next to you and places her pacifier in with a gentle pop.

He knew things were tough now, but he also knew that they were bound to get better and that this season the two of you were in was only temporary.

With a small kiss on each of your foreheads he slips out of the door, excited to get the day over with so he can return to his girls later,

[azucarmorena97]

𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊 (Taehyung Love Story || Pt.5)

Warnings: SMUUTTTTTTTT

Pt.1 || Pt.2 || Pt.3 || Pt.4 ||

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜; 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜…"𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'����. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎- 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍," 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊…" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝- 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕.

It's around 4AM when he finally slips out of your bedroom, though not before kissing you once more- his lips faintly tasting of the sins from only hours before.

Your body tingles in every place he'd touched; your neck, your back, your thights- it remembers every moment.

Even as you now stand in front of the stove waiting for the bubbles to stop forming in the pancake, you can't help but let your mind take you back to him.

You don't even realize you're in a daze until Jungkook calls out to you, "Mom!"

You jump, immediately turning to him, "Hmm? Oh, I didn't even hear you come in."

"Obviously," He says, taking off his jacket and tossing it on the counter, "Damn, it sure smells good in here. I thought for sure you'd be passed out still- or at least hung over."

"Oh, no- I'm feeling perfectly fine," You smile. "I'll say. I don't even remember the last time you made pancakes. You must have woken up in a really good mood."

Your mind flashes to Taehyung thrusting deliciously deep inside you- your head falling back in delight.

You blink twice, clearing your throat, "Uhm yeah. I slept really well last night. Woke up feeling pretty good."

"Oh gosh-" He squints, "Don't tell me you had a guy here last night."

Your eyes widen. How could he know? Does he know?

"What?" "The guy you were with yesterday- did he sleep over?" He asks, looking like he's absolutely dreading your answer.

You furrow your brows, "No. Absolutely not. I just met the guy last night. I would never-"

"Oh thank God. I was almost worried he'd be stumbling down the stairs at any moment to come eat pancakes with us. I mean, you gotta admit- you're in an uncharacteristically good mood, mom."

"Enough of this conversation, please," You say, flipping the pancake over, "How many do you want?" "I'll take four please!" Taehyung says, walking into the kitchen. His unexpected voice makes your heart flutter. Like Jungkook said about you, you had expected Taehyung to be knocked out cold- what with all the hard work he put in-

"No way, me first. I'm exhausted," Jungkook says, waving Tae away.

"Exhausted? From what?" Tae laughs, smacking 'Kook's chest.

"Excuse you, I'll have you know I'm famished from a vigorous night of-" "Do NOT finish that sentence," You snap at him. "-I was gonna say DANCING," Jungkook finishes.

You give a sigh of relief; it's enough knowing your son is sexually active; you definitely don't want to hear about his exploits.

"Not that you people would know how I feel, considering you both left so early," He says, walking around to the fridge to take out the milk.

You and Tae glance at each other, you can almost hear him swallow his saliva, and you can definitely hear your heartbeat in your own ears.

"Yeah well, I was tired," You say, turning back to the pancakes. "Yeah and, no offense, the club was pretty dry," Tae' says, sitting down and staring down at the counter.

"Well, you missed out, Tae'. Jennie was so bummed out after you left. You could've been hittin' that last night!" "Dude," Tae' says, furrowing his brows and motioning toward you, "Have some respect."

"Oh come on, my mom gets what I'm saying." You try to tune them out; the thought of that girl, the one THEIR age, pining after Tae- it's enough to make you feel a tinge of guilt.

"She'll be just fine," Tae' says, "Besides. I already said she isn't my type."

"Breakfast is ready!" You interrupt, desperate to change the subject.

"Awesome," Jungkook says, eyes lighting up at the sight of the pancakes stacked high.

And just like that, subject dropped.

You set the giant laundry basket on the floor, letting out a loud sigh as you sweep your hair out of your face. You slide the hall closet door open and then begin transferring folded towels onto the shelves. "'Kook!"

"Yeah?" He calls out from downstairs. "Bring me the last two towels from the dryer!" "Alright!"

You continue on, and when you hear heavy footsteps coming toward you, you don't even bother to look up from your task, "Thanks, baby."

"Don't mention it," Taehyung's low voice says from behind you, causing you to quickly turn around in surprise, "Tae-" You smile, trying to whisper as best you can.

He smiles down at you, dropping the towels into the basket and stepping froward so that your back is against the shelves.

"Tae, 'Kook is downstairs- he can come up any second," Your heart is racing in your chest, though you can't wipe the smile off your face.

"Oh please," He brings his hand up to your chin, raising it so you're meeting his line of vision directly, "He's plopped on that couch playing FIFA. This moment is all ours."

He leans in and grazes his lips against yours, though not quite kissing you, so much as he is teasing.

You want desperately for him to take you again. Right there and then. Fuck the towels.

"You're such a tease," You whisper, your hand coming up to the collar of his shirt.

"Now you know how it feels," He smiles, eyes still closed and lips very much still not kissing you.

"Hey, I never did it on purpose," You chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

He finally presses his lips on yours, one hand still on your chin while the other one rests gingerly on your waist.

"Tae! Can you bring me my hoodie from the room!?"

Tae' pulls away, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. "Duty calls," He says with a smile, kissing once more on your cheek before going to Jungkook's bedroom.

You have to fan yourself for a moment; the effect this boy has on you is completely unreal.

You look down at the basket of towels and decide on just taking it to your room. They can wait until later.

Fuck the towels.

You're sitting in bed, covers all the way off, AC blasting as you try to cool yourself off from the heat that has managed to penetrate the walls of your home; it's hotter than the pits of hell.

Your phone vibrates against your bedside table and you turn down the volume on the TV before picking up, "Hello?"

"Hey girl! How was the rest of your night last night? Sorry I let you go home alone," B/f/n sounds oddly energetic and cheerful, considering how drunk she was last night.

"Eh, don't worry about it."

"You had sex, didn't you."

Your eyes widen, "What? No. What?"

"Yes you did. I hear it in your voice," She sounds more and more animated by the second.

"You sound insane," You lie, trying to make your voice sound as normal as possible, "I just came home and slept off the drinks."

"Yeah, but with WHO is the question," You can hear the smile in her voice, "Was it that guy I saw you talking to on the balcony? He was a hot piece of ass."

"B/f/n," You say, almost embarrassed by how brazen she is, "I- I...."

You obviously can't tell her who you ended up with, but maybe you can validate her assertion, at least a little,

"Okay fine. I did end up sleeping with someone last night. But it wasn't that guy."

"Oooo, give me the tea."

"There really isn't much to it," You laugh, "It just...happened, I guess."

"What? I can't really hear you," She says, talking over some commotion in the vicinity of wherever she is, "Listen, I called to see if you wanted to come the pool to ride out this heat. You can give me all the dirty details there."

You think for a moment, biting your lip, weighing the pros and cons of going to meet her. You're positive she'll corner you to try to milk every last piece of information out of you, but if you don't go, you might just end up cooking to death in this house.

"Alright, I'll meet you in half an hour?" "Sounds good. Bring drinks." "You damn alcoholic, drink some water." "There'll be plenty of water when we get to the pool. I need a beer!" And with that, she hangs up.

You toss your phone onto your bed, sluggishly getting up and walking over to your closet. Tae' and Jungkook were supposedly gonna be meeting up with some of their friends for a bbq, so you wouldn't need to worry about them for at least a few more hours.

You pull out a swimsuit from the way back; black, with the high bikini line from the 80's- think Baywatch.

You put it on and then turn around to admire your ass in the mirror; it doesn't cover you too much- just enough to be passable at a family pool.

Milf.

You throw on a quick cover up along with some strappy sandals.

You grab all the beer in your fridge and then jump into your car, rolling down all the windows so that you don't pass out on the way there.

B/f/n lives in a nicer neighborhood than you so whenever she invites you to the pool, it's the one in her gated community.

It's cleaned regularly and almost always empty-

Almost.

You guess today is an especially hot day for everyone because it seems like the entire neighborhood came out for a swim.

It takes you a moment to even find B/f/n in the sea of people.

"Y/n! Over here!" She calls out, violently waving her hand in the air to catch your attention, "I saved you a seat!"

You make your way over to her, "Damn girl- at this rate, we may as well have gone to the pool on the other side of town!"

"Ugh, I know. Everyone's out today; I even saw the little booger face a little while ago."

"Who?"

"Your kid- and his friend. What was his name again? The tall, lanky one- well, not so lanky anymore," She smirks.

"Taehyung?" Your ears perk up at this information, "Where?"

You turn to scan the crowd along with her, "There!" She points to a far corner.

There's Jungkook and Taehyung, as well as a bunch of other people around them- the friends they were meeting for the BBQ, you presume, And also, Yeji and Jennie.

Your heart sinks in your chest.

"Jungkook!" B/f/n calls out.

"B/f/n, stop- I don't wanna bother them."

It's too late, they're looking in your direction.

You turn your face, trying to hide how red you've just turned. Jungkook and Tae turn to say something to the girls before making their way over to you both, "You following us?" Jungkook asks.

"Oh please," You roll your eyes, "I should be asking you the same," You say, glancing at Tae.

He's smiling at you, "Mm, I don't know- seems like you're stalking us."

"Well, I'm not," You don't mean to sound so sassy, but you can't help it; you see how Jennie stares at Tae', and it's really pissing you the fuck off, "So you guys can go back to your little friends."

"Damn, mom. Ain't gotta be rude," 'Kook says, exaggeratedly rolling his neck at you, mimicking your tone.

Tae' has his eyes narrowed at you, a calculated smile on his face. He knows what's got you so wound up.

"Bye," You bring your hand up and wave at them, and they go back to their corner of the pool.

"You tell 'em," B/f/n says, already having rifled through the cooler and opened a beer, "I've always felt you were too soft on the kid. Glad to see you laying down the law."

"Yup." You say, not really paying attention to her. Thankfully, your sunglasses are blocking your expression.

You stand up from your beach chair and take off your cover up, throwing it over the armrest; though you make sure you turn around so that your entire backside is facing their direction. It's subtle enough to look innocent, but you know exactly what you're doing.

"Okay girl, what were you saying over the phone?" She asks when you sit back down.

"About what?" "Stop acting dumb!" She says exasperatedly, "I didn't get any play last night so I need to live vicariously through you. I need details." You sigh, "Fine. Last night, I had...really great sex with...a guy."

"...and? How did it start? How did it end?" "Well," You reach into your bag and take out your sunscreen, putting your sunglasses up on your head so you can see better, "he's someone I've had my eye on for a little while and it just... happened."

"When did you meet this 'mystery man'?" She raises a brow at you, "You haven't mentioned a single guy in the last few years and now suddenly, you're having drunken sex with some guy you claim to have had your eye on for 'a while'?"

"Yeah, I've wanted to be a little private, I guess." "Mhm." You feel her eye on you, but you don't dare look at her.

You rub the sunscreen onto your legs slowly, with a quick glance in Tae's direction every now and then. His eyes are locked on you, even with Jennie trying desperately to hold a conversation with him. You smirk, pointing your toes ever so slightly to elongate each leg slightly.

"Oh my God." You turn to look at B/f/n, "What?"

"It's him, isn't it?"

Your heart feels like it stops in your chest. "Wh-what?"

She contorts her whole body to face you, positioning her own glasses lower on the bridge of her nose, "The 'mystery man'!?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," You lie, frantically looking around in any and every direction just to avoid her gaze.

"Y/n, with him? He's your son's best friend!" She whispers, though you're starting to get the attention of some people around you.

"Would you shut the fuck up?" You say through your teeth. "Sorry- I'm just surprised," She says. Her tone isn't exactly disapproving; more taken aback, but her smile is ever growing.

"I mean, I don't blame you. He's really grown up, hasn't he?" She asks, settling back into her chair, staring him down like a piece of meat.

"It's not like that- I don't want to sound like some weirdo who was just itching for him to turn 18-" You put your face in your hands, "It's just that when he came to visit this time around, he was so...different."

"I'll say," She smirks. "Not like that," You shake your head, unable to truly express what you mean, "He's just so...mature. Put together. He's sweet, thoughtful, responsible- He's-"

"A man." You look at him, the way he keeps his distance from Jennie even when she tries to ask him to be her partner for chicken. "Exactly."

"So...how was he?" She asks mischievously, taking a swig from her bottle.

You blush, looking down at your knees, "He was...everything."

"Oh please, a guy his age? What does he know about a vagina," She scoffs. You shake your head, "Oh trust me, enough to teach a class."

"Hm. I might have to cradle snatch for myself."

"You? Give up sugar daddies? I'd pay to see that."

"I know, huh? I love a good grandpa."

You both laugh, and finally you're able to relax; a weight off your chest.

Now, the only one who doesn't know is... the most important person in your life.

You toss your house keys into the bowl next to the door and kick off your sandals, "Ugh, I'm so tired." You make your way upstairs and throw open your bedroom door, tossing your cover up onto your bed. Your time at the pool was short and sweet, but the sun has you feeling beat. All you want to do is take a long, hot shower and plop yourself down in front of your TV.

Jungkook and Tae' were still very much having fun, so you didn't even bother to say bye before leaving. You're not usually one for pettiness, but the fact that Jennie was even there was enough to make you want to torte Tae' a little bit. The silent treatment usually works on men, right?

You peel your bathing suit off and toss it into the hamper next to the sink and then wrap a towel around yourself.

You walk over to your tub and turn on the hot water; delighting in the visible steam, ready to lose yourself in the heat. You stand up in order to ready yourself to take off the towel, though you feel a slight soreness in your shoulder that you can't help but try to massage for a moment before doing so.

"Can I help with that?" Taehyung startles you, though when you realize it's only him you roll your eyes. "Oh come on, what's that face for, Noona?" He asks, the same calculated smile from earlier. "Don't 'Noona' me," You snap.

"I didn't know she was coming, you know," He says, stepping closer, "That was all your son's doing."

"You didn't exactly push her off though, did you?" "Do you want me to?" He asks, reaching out to sweep your hair to the opposite shoulder so as to expose your neck to him.

You look away, crossing your arms.

"Don't be like that, Noona," He says, hovering over your neck slightly. You try not to react to the feeling of his breath on your sensitive flesh, though your eyes give you away with how much your lids flicker.

"Noona..." He sings softly, his lips butterfly kissing your shoulder.

You give in almost instantly, letting your head fall to the side to allow him access.

"Were you jealous?" He asks before dragging his tongue up to the base of your neck.

"No," You lie, breath catching slightly.

"Liar," He pulls back and positions you so that you're standing right in front of your bathroom mirror; this is the first time you've seen how you look standing together.

A beautiful sight.

"I'm not lying," You blush, "I'm not the jealous type."

He smirks, "Oh yeah?" "Yeah."

"So it didn't bother you to see her trying so hard to get my attention today?" "No." "Not even those times she hit my shoulder when she laughed at my jokes?" His smile is absolutely menacing, and his touch is even worse as his arm sneaks around your waist, finger tips playing with the small opening in your towel. Each tug threatening to send the flimsy piece of fabric to the ground.

"You know, Noona, I really don't like being lied to."

He kisses your neck gently at first, then more and more hungrily.

"Tae', 'Kook's gonna hear us," You whisper, though your eyes are closed.

"Then I guess you better be quiet," He says, snaking his hand down under your towel to your bare pussy.

"Mm," You almost squeal but quickly stop yourself.

"Don't make me cover your mouth now, Noona," He hisses.

He's so different this time; yesterday, you were the one in control and he was the one who wanted to please you

but you've completely switched roles.

Now he's completely in control and you're in the palm of his hand.

He rubs circles into your clit, absolutely loving how you writhe in his grasp. "You're dripping wet for me, huh?"

You nod, "Mhm," Your face contorts in agony as you so desperately want to scream out loud with pleasure.

"You're so sexy," He can see everything in the mirror- as much as he can with this towel still wrapped around you, "But I think you're wearing far too much."

He takes his hand out from between your legs and in on swift motion, he undoes your towel and lets it drop to the ground.

"Fuck," He mutters, taking in the breathtaking beauty of your bare skin, his eyes swallowing you up.

He goes back to the previous position though this time, he's really able to see everything.

Unencumbered by the measly little towel.

His index and middle finger press down with more pressure on your sensitive clit, with one hand coming up to cup your naked breast. They look so much bigger now than they did last night, though of course, making love in the dark is much different than fucking with the lights on.

"Shit, Tae'. Oh God," You whisper. "That's right, Noona. Say my name."

He presses slightly too hard, and the overstimulation causes for your voice to go a few decibels too high, "Fuck!"

He lets go of your breast and brings that same hand up to cover your mouth, "What did I say, Noona?" He says aggressively into your ear, which only builds your arousal. "Mm. Mm. Mm." You whimper. "Touch me, Noona. I want you to feel what you've done to me."

He doesn't let you go, but does loosen his grip so that you can reach behind you. He's rock hard.

"Take it out, mama," He says. These pet names are driving you wild.

You obediently pull the waistband of his shorts down as far as you can take out the thick member, giving it a few strokes though he whips your hand away, "Bend over," He instructs, finally letting his hand off your mouth.

You lean forward onto the sink counter, making sure to perk your ass up for him.

He looks down at your perfect ass, mouth watering as he runs his enormous hand over the surface of it, before giving it a hard slap.

"Mm," You bite your bottom lip to keep from crying out, the pain and arousal mixing to work you up even more.

He grabs his dick and smacks it lightly onto your rear end, delighting in this view; one he didn't get last night.

"You want me to fuck you, Noona?" He asks. "Yes," You say, desperate to feel him inside you. "Yes, what?" "Yes, please."

He loves hearing you so submissive; he'd always dreamed of you in exactly this position, but no wet dream could ever compare to the real thing. He grabs onto one of your ass cheeks, opening it slightly to give himself entrance; slowly, he slides himself into you, and he has to keep from completely falling apart right away.

He's had quite a few partners before you, but none have been able to make him want to immediately unravel like you. He grits his teeth and continues thrusting, "God, I love your pussy, baby," He groans.

You grip the sink in front of you, letting your head hang slightly as you allow yourself to focus on that feeling; the feeling of fullness with every thrust.

He grabs your waist, stabilizing himself for a deeper thrust. Even over the rushing sound coming from the bath, you can hear the slapping of his pelvis with your ass.

"Reach down and touch your pussy, Noona. Come on, touch your pussy for me."

You reach down in between your legs, satisfying that part of your pussy- it's almost overwhelming how full you feel.

"I know it feels good, Noona," He says, menacing smile on his face, "I want you to make yourself cum for me," He says.

You nod, rubbing down harder. "But I want you to look at me while you do."

You look into the mirror at your reflection; the sight of him thrusting mercilessly into you is enough to bring you that much closer. He locks eyes with you and wordlessly pounds into your pussy, your torso sliding up and down on the counter and your fingers continuing to work on your clit.

He reaches forward and tangles his hand into your hair, his grip is hard enough to lift your head up "Come on, Noona. Cum for me. I wanna see that beautful face when you cum."

Your eyes want to roll back but as they start to do so, he jerks your head slightly, "I said look at me."

His grip, the forceful tone, the way his cock feels like it wants to split you open- within seconds, you feel it, "Tae," You furrow your brows but don't dare rip your eyes away. "Yeah, Noona?" He asks, his expression clearly wanting to contort the way yours does. "I'm gonna fucking cum," You say, just loud enough for him to hear. "Come on, Noona. Come on," he grunts, his thrusts getting faster and faster. "Tae, Tae, Tae, FUCK!" You scream, pussy releasing your orgasm all over his dick and also the tile. This sight is probably the most erotic he's ever seen, and moments later, he's wanting to followsuit.

"Come inside me, baby," You say. "Wh-what?" He asks, a worried expression on his face. "It'll be okay, just do it," You moan. "You sure?" "Yes, Tae. Come on, Come inside your Noona."

Music to his ears. In moments, he's spilling inside you, every centimeter of your walls covered in his thick, white, hot cum.

"Fuck," He groans, his thrusts slowing down as he relishes in every last second inside you.

"Mm," You sigh, letting your bodyweight rest entirely on the counter, far too exhausted to even try to get up.

He pulls out of you and for a moment, just takes you in one last time. The way your delicious ass looks bent over, the way your back glistens in sweat, the way he can see your legs trembling from having to support the rest of your weight that the counter doesn't.

"You're so beautiful, Noona," He repeats, his tone back to its usual sweetness as he picks the towel up that he'd previously ripped off of you, "The most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Oh, stop," You blush.

He helps slowly pick you up and then spreads your legs a bit, "I'm serious," He says, expression soft but firm as he gently wipes the cum off of you.

This boy is an entire green flag.

If you weren't so spent, this action alone would've had you bouncing on his dick for another round.

"Alright Noona, go get in your bath," He says with a kiss, "I'll make dinner in the mean time."

"You sure?" You ask.

"Positive," He gives your thigh a tap and then throws the towel in the hamper by the sink.

"Thank you," You give him a soft smile.

He simply smiles back and walks out of your bathroom, the door giving a faint click behind him.

You're falling for him more and more with every passing moment... you just hope you don't get scraped up along the way.

A/N: Sorry for making you guys wait so long for the next chapter! I hope you guys like it! I promise the story is gonna get even juicier as we go on. Stick around please <3

[hannahsmusings]

Jackson

*Jackson wasn’t really a heavy sleeper, he slept for approximately 2 or 3 hours a night before being awoken by a night tremor or a nightmare, it was rare that he got anywhere near the healthy amount but when he was finally blinking his eyes open, the sun was shining through the windows and he realized he slept through the night without interruption for the first time in… well, ever* *he had been plagued with nightmares and night tremors and sleep paralysis since he was a teenager, he did not enjoy sleeping and usually he’d wake around 4am and that was his time to wake up, too scared to go back to sleep usually* *he looked around a bit confusedly, his brain feeling sloggy and his limbs heavy with sleep as he realized he was in the guest room, glancing down and seeing your head against his chest and your hand… under his shirt, his breath hitching and his chest suddenly picking up pace which it was far too early for, glancing over and seeing you cuddled up against him and his heart spiked so intensely that it felt he was having a heart attack, a smile spreading on his lips at the sight of you, the strap of your pajama shirt had slipped over your shoulder during the night, the blanket you two had used was all but kicked off, it draped basically over your legs rather than your entire body, the two of you sharing your heat subconsciously and obviously not needing the blanket anymore* *he admires you for a few moments, this feeling similar to that morning when he woke with you during the snow storm, this being so peaceful and intimate and fucking perfect, he never wanted to move, he’d give up all of his stocks and stakes in Ford Industries if he could just stay here forever, with you wrapped up against him like a koala* *he reaches his hand up and strokes along your arm that was resting on his chest, under his fucking shirt, loving your soft skin under his fingertips, not sure he’d ever tire of that feeling* *he used to detest staying in bed, always ready to get up and face the day, his bed never being a safe or comfortable place, but now with you in it, he couldn’t think of anything else he needed to do besides sit here and watch you sleep* *he leaned his head down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, snuggling even closer to you, knowing he couldn’t fully go back to sleep but wanting to desperately, wanting this moment to last forever*

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*I was so warm and safe and peaceful, all tucked up in a ball against your side, my nose nudging your neck gently as I breathed, twitching softly and letting out a sleep sigh as I was completely out of it, fast asleep and not aware you were basically holding me nestled into your side* *when you kissed my head and snuggled further it caused me to stir a little, stretching my legs out, feeling a little tense in my sleep as I’d been all tucked up and feeling I needed to move position but somehow in my sleep I knew I wanted to remain close to you* *I turn my head slightly and roll onto my back, head hitting the pillow next to your head, my arm slipping out from under your shirt and my body unconsciously realising I was further away from you and I automatically reached for you as I roll onto my side again, head still turned to the side and facing you as my hand reaches for you in my sleep, sighing softly as I find your chest again and cuddle closer, my legs tangling with yours and body visible as the blanket was over our legs, my shirt riding up so there was a sliver of skin around my waist showing, sighing softly in my sleep as my curls fanned out around me*

[vertiny]

You didn't do Mingi's ending Fairy for Work

😭💔

hi anon.

i know i didn't do mingi's ending fairy for 240604's stage. i have the clip cut and it's ready to be turned into a gif, but the thing is, when i made those ending fairy sets and had them sitting in my drafts, it was around 3:30 / 4am for me.

i worked on them in member order and when i got up to mingi's, the file just didn't want to work with me; it was broken up into 3 gifs but that still wasn't small enough for tumblr's size limit and i didn't want to break it down into more gifs bc that would be so little frames per gif, and i could only crop it down so much before the gif started to look bad bc it had been cut for a bigger size, and so in the end, i was tired and growing frustrated and so i moved onto wooyoung's set and continued on with the plan of making his set during the day after i had slept and had time.

but the late nights had got to me and i needed some time back from staring at my computer until the early hours of the morning + being awake that late, and so i didn't make any gifs the last 2 days. i do plan on making the set for him, in fact it's sitting on my ps right now.

[kinglysock]

Istg my sleep schedule is so wONkY right now. The night before last, I slept for 13 hours for literally no reason (I've never slept that much in my life and somehow still woke up tired smh) because of this, I couldn't sleep last night.

So, I ended up staying awake until 4am playing Portal 2, and watching movies. All in all, got a solid four hours of sleep last night and my brain is now melting from the combination of beating Portal 2 at 2am and lack of sleep.

Now all my brain is thinking of, is how nice it would be to have a portal device and bottle of nyquill.

[cba01234567890abc]

Hello ^^

I got tagged by @yourlilimaxilove thank you for tagging me ^^ (I will try to keep it short since it’s late z.z) edit: I guess not

1. Nickname: Alex

2. Star sign: I’m a Cancer

3. Height: 167cm (I believe that’s 5′6″)

4. Time right now: 1:55AM

5. Favorite Music Artist: Hmmm... that’s I hard one... I like so many. I guess Two Steps from Hell is the first one that comes to mind.

6. Song stuck in your head: Believe in Nexus! *Yu Gi Oh new movie due on the 27th :D  .... also, It’s raining men XD (when my phone notifies me of a new chatroom (my friend is horrible for ‘introducing’ me to this app now x.x I have to find out what happens now, can’t wait until the next break) *she’s not really horrible but she rubbed it in my face while I had it on my ‘postponed’ list lol *MYSME :P

7. Last movie watched: The Boss (I settled with that the day before yesterday since I could not find Koe no Katachi Y.Y I guess I’ll have to wait for it until April (I think that’s when it’ll be out)

8. Last TV show watched: Gintama

9. What are you wearing right now: PJs

10. When did you create your blog: About 3 years ago

11. What kind of stuff do you post: Mostly anime but generally everything I like/am interested ^^; I made this blog for myself after all lol

12. Do you have any other blogs: Not really mine but I have access to @mangatranslationsus since I am a part of the group

13. Do you get asks regularly: Nope ^^

14. Why did you choose your URL: Hmmm well... I first used this username for LoL ‘IStormyRavenI’ - Storm from X-Men and Raven from Teen Titans *since it was taken I just decided to ‘frame’ it with two ‘i’s XD

15. Gender: Female

16. Hogwarts House: I don’t remember (my friend had told me but I forgot - if I feel like it I’ll just edit it in later ~.~)

17. Pokemon Team: Mystic

18. Favorite Color: Red & Blue (as well as the combination purple :P )

19. Average hours of sleep: Lately, I only get up after having slept for at least 7h

20. Lucky Number: 7

21. Favorite Character(s): Break (Pandora Hearts - though I haven’t read it ever since he died...) & the Undertaker :D from Kuroshitsuji  (which is weird for me since I have a huge weak spot for red heads XP)

22. How many blankets do you sleep with: Two

23. Dream job: I don’t think this applies to me - I’m already at the starting positions of two jobs I want but I still have at least 4 years of studying ahead of me - currently working as a page (Library) & an interpreter (Gonna get my translator certificate this summer :> ) and McD’s (which I am preparing  my notice of resignation - because I also want to have a life ^^)

24. Following: Too many to keep up with, I used to talk with a few but now not really - I may consider creating a different blog/account so I don’t have to see everything  ^^; 

I’ll be tagging @miyukousawa since she’s the only person I’ve ever tagged before and feel okay to bother lol

[peachycoreroo]

what about some haikyuu boys trying to explain how morning erection works to their s/o? if you could include Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa and Satori I'd be more than grateful 🥺

characters: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

genre: smut, a miiiini plot bc i can't control myself

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader, also kinda oblivious!reader?, established relationships, the slightest somnophilia (reader is just grinding while oikawa is asleep, he wakes up immediatly tho), handjob, morning wood (obvs), implied sex

authors note: omg this was my first ever request, thank you sm anonnie! i'm so sorry bc i'm pretty sure i got carried away and only kuroo and tendou really fit your request, but i still hope you'll like it<3 this was actually really hard bc i was so anxious about fucking up my first request, i also didn't really know much about morning woods (well now i do heh) and i find tendou kinda hard to write for but i really wanted to make anon happy. i stayed up till 4am for this🧍‍♂️here's a link to my masterlist<3

pt.2: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

kuroo tetsurou:

„your dick does what, why now?”

kuroo rolled his eyes. this is the third time he has to repeat himself and you still look at him as if you’ve never heard anything more complicated in your life.

sighing, the tall male leaned back against the headboard of your shared bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, with you finally quenching your curiosity about his morning wood, and said morning wood pressing against his boxers and your sheets.

“one more time, y/n, there’s a number of reasons. first of all, the male body has its peak of testosterone in the morning. basically, the sudden increase of the hormone in the changing stages from being asleep to waking up, can get your guy up.” as he saw you open your mouth to ask a question, he immediately followed with: “yes, even without actually being aroused”, effectively making you shut your mouth again. the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted to ask, made him chuckle. kuroo knew you like the back of his hand.

“another one is that my body is aware of what’s going on, even when i’m asleep. if your ass grazes my dick, it’s gonna react.” grinning proudly, you sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“mhh, i’m glad you can’t resist me, even in your sleep. so… you want some help with that?”

the dark-haired male decided to play along, putting his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in, just to stop a few inches from your lips and murmur: “you know, i could also just need to pee really bad”, making you lean back and stare at him dumbfounded.

as much as he wanted to actually teach you about this topic, kuroo would never pass up an opportunity to tease you.

sugawara koushi:

as suga jerked awake, he immediately became aware of his severe case of a morning wood. not only that, but he could also feel your ass pressed up snugly against it.

once the sleep slowly drained from the man’s eyes, he noticed that it was still dark outside and quickly checked the time to see his alarm clock reflecting the numbers 5:50 a.m. back at him. he knew he had to get up at 6 if he wanted to be an exemplary teacher and get to school earlier to prepare for class, but with the way your ass was pushing against his hard dick, his mind was too clouded by lust to care. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“baby, wake up”, in suga’s husky morning voice was the first thing you heard as you were gently stirred awake. when you cracked your eyes open, the silver-haired man was already kneeling between your legs, cock heavy and leaking against your panties.

yawning, you asked concerned: “kou’? what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

not being able to wait any longer, sugawara slowly started grinding against you through your shorts, making your breath hitch and legs spread wider.

“y-yeah, just a morning wood emergency. i can’t go and teach like that. let me use you quickly, princess”, suga almost whined, pained.

trying to hold in your whimpers to understand what led to this, your eyes jumping from the male’s handsome face to his pretty, hard dick, you wondered: “what’s gotten into you?”

at that, suga scoffed, amused at you wanting to know what led to his erection instead of getting to business right away.

“woke up to your pretty lil’ butt all snuggled up against my dick. you make me hard, even in my sleep y/n”, he rasped impatiently, but still wanting to quench your interest.

despite the fact that this was definitely not the most romantic thing you have heard from sugawara koushi, you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting at the thought of him craving you this badly, even while asleep.

“c’mere kou’”, you softly murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to help your boyfriend’s morning problem.

oikawa tooru:

tonight, wasn’t your night. you barely got a wink of sleep, while your boyfriend slept like a stone beside you. you knew it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, but that didn’t stop you from sulking like a spoiled child.

you were tired but also incredibly horny, and as if some gods heard the prayers you didn’t even direct at them, you noticed oikawa’s morning erection standing loud and proud under your shared sheets like every morning.

not wasting a moment, you ripped the sheets off him, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked panties against his erect boxer-clad cock. it’s not the worst feeling oikawa has ever woken up to, in fact it was definitely one of the best. everything’s better than being slapped awake by iwa-chan’s shoe hitting him in the face back in high school.

as the tanned man started to fidget and his calloused hands landed on your hips to guide you along his cock, your curiosity about his daily morning wood got the best of you.

“why are you hard every morning, tooru?”, you asked innocently, while not-so-innocently continuing to tease him with your hips.

“u-uh, something about hormones a-and, oh shit, faster babe”, oikawa needily pleaded, not in the mood to be explaining the scientific reason behind his reoccurring morning problem.

unsatisfied with the answer, you stopped the grinding to frown at him and complained: “but i wanna know more, tooru.”

the brunet looked up at you, groaning but knowing you wouldn’t just let it go. “fuck, okay. how about this: you make me cum, and i answer all your questions about… morning woods, after. deal?”

“…deal.”

tendou satori:

you woke up before tendou, feeling his hard-on press against your naked thigh, making you want to continue the fun you had last night.

luckily, your boyfriend also woke up, though not as happy about his morning wood problem as you.

“’tori… i need you”, you seductively purred, letting your petite hand slide down to his erection, wrapping around it and giving it a few slow, lazy pumps. to your surprise, your usually vocal-in-bed boyfriend didn’t moan, but only tensed at your ministrations.

not thinking much of it, you attached your lips to the base of his throat, sucking and licking while giving his cock a hard tuck, hoping to get a pretty moan out of him.

what you didn’t expect however, was for tendou to jump up and run to your bathroom while squealing like a little schoolgirl. dumbfounded, you froze in the position you were in, leaning towards where your boyfriend was laying just a few seconds ago, with your hand in a half-fist.

after a few minutes, the red-haired man sheepishly re-entered the room, scratching the back of his blushing neck with a matching blush on his face.

“i-i uh…”, at his voice cracking, tendou cleared his throat before continuing: “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to run off like that.”

finally breaking out of your stiffness, you looked at him, puzzled, before asking: “why did you run off? if you didn’t want to make-out, I would’ve understood a simple no.”

“it’s not that! it’s just… morning wood doesn’t always mean i’m horny, sweetie. sometimes it happens when you desperately need to pee.”

“oh”, you awkwardly remarked, “i didn’t know that ‘tori, i’m so sorry. i just thought…”

chuckling, tendou leaned down, kissing your forehead and reassuring you: “don’t worry angel, you never stop learning.”

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, sebastian desperately needs to hug the reader, infidelity, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning, this part is full of angst and built up tension,

part: 3/6

(other parts)   (masterlist)

Being Sebastian Stan is not a simple thing. Some days it makes him feel like he is only a porcelain face on screen. Nothing more than photographs and rumors. He had once told an interviewer he was scared people would never know the real Sebastian. What he meant was that he was worried he’d wake up one day and the real him would be vanished.

The world would have eaten him alive.

Walking you home, in empty streets in a small country makes it all easier. His mind is clear of dazzling thoughts and his heart is not racing up. He can smile and no one will be there to take a picture of him.

Somehow that makes him smile more.

And when he does, it feels like Christmas. And you are certain there will come a day where you’ll be so close to oblivion and unable to remember what mint tastes like or what your favorite color is, but you’ll still have the turned up corners of his mouth painted in your head.

He stops walking. You look at him confused. He’s fidgeting with his fingers.

“Back at the party,” he takes a long breath as if trying to slow down his heartbeat, “You were talking with that tall guy.”

He sounds terrified. You don’t understand why. He thinks it’s better that way.

“Yeah I was.” There’s a flicker of surprise in your voice.

“Do you know him well?” You realize you have stopped in front of a pharmacy, the halogen light above you, turning your skin a sick green color.

“I know he’s an actor.” You take a step, finding the courage to walk away from him. “He’s kinda famous here.”

You can hear him move close behind you.

“Do you want me to ask Argyris if he’s single?”

There’s mockery in his voice. It makes you feel intoxicated. It’s your turn to stop walking. Your gaze falls on his face and Sebastian can feel his eyes sting but he keeps them open; wide and pale blue.

Almost green, under this light.

“No.”

“Oh don’t be sh-“

“No, I mean it. I would never date a famous guy.”

“Why?” A hasted breath escapes his trembling lips. And for a moment you think of kissing him right there; in the middle of the street, but you never do.

His world moves too fast for people like us.

That’s what you want to yell back at him, but then you remember;

The evening Sebastian fell asleep in your couch, he was more than a famous guy. He was clutching on your pillow like a kid and he was humming to himself like your father used to.

And he smiled as he fell asleep.

There is no argument left in you. He’s just a boy.

“I’m scared.” Your words slowly suffocate him. He feels the weight of your heart pulling him down.

He nods.

/

The next two days pass in a blur. You can hear him laugh with people as they walk up the stairs to Argyris’ flat. You’re not used to him not stopping at your door. It makes your cheeks red and your eyes filled with salty tears.

You haven’t realized until now, but you’ve become dependent on his presence.

So when you open your eyes at 4am with your phone buzzing with an Instagram message, you bite your cheeks.

Are you awake?

You stare at the screen to make sure you read it all correct, until it turns black and then lights up once again.

Why are you scared?

You don’t have to be scared with me.

I’m trying. You want to answer. Help me. You want to answer. Please.

You put your phone away until the words turn blurry.

/

He’s back at your door the following night. He’s wearing a white tank top and his rings. He must have just finished shooting.

You keep staring at each other, both tongue-tied with the words you’ll never say. He looks worried and desperate. You look tired and desperate. Taylor Swift is playing in the background.

“No more AC/DC?” He laughs and your eyes smile.

“Do you want to talk?” He asks.

You shake your head like you’re at war with yourself.

“Do you want to just stay here?” Your voice is too silent but it’s almost deafening him.

Sebastian thinks that he wants tons of things. He wants to hold you. And he wants to touch you. Everywhere. And he wants to know why there’s sorrow surrounding you. And he wants to take it all away.

And he wants you.

But he knows that he can’t tell you that. These words are too heavy for you to carry on your shoulders. At least for now.

“I’ll stay.” He says with a breath.

You give him an almost smile and all you can feel is gratitude.

/

You lay in your bed together. You’ve slept with other guys in that bed before. And it’s been nude and sloppy and brutal. But this is different. This is intimacy in its purest form. You’re both fully clothed but you both feel naked. And so close. So close.

All Sebastian can hear is the sound of your breathing and every bone inside him is breaking. He is afraid he’s turning paralyzed.

And then you move your body and bring your forehead next to his. Sebastian inhales deeply. You smell of faded vanilla body cream.

You look at him and you know then you can get used to that. You bury your fingers in the hem of his shirt. You want him to come closer. He knows.

“I’ll stay love,” his voice is steady and sincere “Anytime.”

He calls you love because there’s nothing else to call you. He calls you love because you both need him too.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Sebastian thinks you’re always too sensible. It’s something you keep between the hollows of your body. “But it’s okay.”

His hand is in your hair. It soothes you.

“What happened? What broke you?” he whispers.

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how everything started. It's hard to remember but there is one image in the back of your eyes that crawls through your skin and makes you shiver. You try to ignore it.

“I don’t know.” He turns his gaze at you but you look at the cold ceiling. It’s so much easier this way.

He doesn’t answer. He just draws circles in the back of your palm and places his lips against the scalp of your head. And while you’ve never been much of a science person, you’re certain this is how a nuclear attack emerges.

/

When the sun rises and you wake up, he’s not there. Earth moves slowly as the cold sheets press against your skin.

It’s early, there is a soft breeze coming in from your open window. A man is bickering with this wife across the street.

You can hear her call him a liar.

I’ll stay love.

You can hear him yell his apologies.

Anytime.

Why do people lie? Why do we lie?

You don’t try to search for him. You take a shower and drink some chocolate milk. You pay attention to the silence in the room. You almost forget your heart is still beating.

/

You bump into Argyris’ girlfriend while taking out the garbage. You like her a lot. She’s strong and pretty and smart. You wonder sometimes, how exactly that feels.

You pray she doesn’t mention him. It doesn’t work.

“He must be flying right now.” Suddenly you feel as if there is something rotten inside your chest. It makes you want to graze your skin and throw away everything that's inside.

You look at her slightly confused.

“He’s flying to Toronto; he has to attend a festival there.” She smiles. You’ve noticed she always smiles.

You just nod and step out of the building. Her voice stops you.

“He’s coming back in some days.”

“I don’t care.” Now she laughs.

“There’s no need to lie.” You take a sharp breath. “He cares too.”

You want to believe her words but they seem like choke chains.

You throw your garbage away.

You keep your rotten chest.

/

Sebastian sits back at his seat and orders a hundred and one drinks. The airplane is chasing the sun. He’s chasing his thoughts. Neither will ever catch up.

He used to like travelling. Airports, suitcases and foreign hotel rooms made him feel free. Now they make him feel the opposite.

The material on his seat is rugged. He wants to go back to your soft sheets. He can’t.

And then he imagines a place and a time where he could just kiss you without any possible consequences. He imagines a place where you could rest your bodies together for a long time without worries weighing you down. He imagines a place where he gets what he wants. A place where that thing between you two is more than enough.

The sun blinds him. He closes the small window and then his eyes.

Being Sebastian Stan is not a simple thing.

Some days he can’t take it.

/

You’re sitting on the floor and it’s almost 9 in the morning. You’ve calculated the time difference and it’s 2 in the morning where he is. That sounds wrong. Almost scary.

He left three days ago but he’s everywhere. There are photos of him wearing stupid floral shirts and posing in a sophisticated way. And there’s Nicole Kidman next to him.

God. I’ve become infatuated with a man who plays in movies with Nicole Kidman and Robert Downey Jr.

That’s what you think and you know you’re doomed.

You expect him to send you a message or a picture at first, but he doesn’t. You wonder if your time together was only a blurry puzzle of disconnected memories that somehow fits in his past.

He’ll simply forget all of it.

You try not to think about him but then you meet Argyris in the lobby and you have to bite the inside of your mouth so his name doesn’t jump out from your lips.

You go to bed early that day. You hold onto your pillow and you count the hours that separate you.

(13 hours with a plane)

(25 days with a boat)

You count and you fall asleep.

And you fall in love.

/

It’s not uncommon to rain in Toronto. But today rain feels heavier on Sebastian’s skin. He remembers the day he met you; it was hot and the sun made the window glass look like it was about to melt. That memory is the cause of his shivering.

Once upon a time he was in love. He was in love with a girl who had ethereal written all over her body. He was in love with a girl who was destined for divinity.

But those were the old days; they are dead and gone now. Your skin glistening under the Athenian sun changed it all.

It’s not easy to feel this way. The sky understands so it opens up and pours down on his dark hair. He presses his eyes closed with his fingers. And he tries to imagine a version of himself that doesn’t think about you that often.

He can’t.

Not even when he has a deity as his girlfriend.

/

The next time you see him, his hair is a little longer and much messier than you remember. And you have to devour all the sense that’s left inside you as not to touch it with your bare hand.

He has a cigarette in his fingers and a dark jacket thrown around his shoulders and everyone’s asking him about the festival. You just sit on the corner of your neighbor’s flat and listen to laughter and glasses clicking against each other. And you smile.

Smile; because he’s here.

And then he notices you and you’re pretty sure his eyes linger on your face a little longer than it's normal for humans. And his gaze is so brilliantly blank and loony that you don’t know how to respond. And then he starts to cough. And he never looks at you for the rest of the night.

You want to believe it’s better this way.

But it makes you so angry; you want to clench your teeth hard.

/

It goes like this; you don’t exchange any words for the next two days and it feels like your lips will start to bleed.

And you don’t know but his head feels like battlefield.

“When do you know you can’t stop it?” He asks Argyris. He feels ashamed.

“When you don’t want to stop it.”

He grabs the beer can and drinks his confusion away. He hopes alcohol will send his thoughts to sleep but instead it sends him to your door.

He rests his head against the wooden material. He can hear water running down and he can hear you humming a song.

And the foreign words make no sense to him but somehow they sound like lyrical poetry.

He waits for the water to stop and then he knocks.

/

Your hair is wet and sticks to your blue shirt. Your eyes grow wide when you see him standing there.

“I thought you’d never come at my door again.”

He looks at the floor.

“I shouldn’t.”

He sounds defeated; defeated by his own self. And you can smell the flammable liquid on his breath. And you can see that he has his nails pressed against his palm. You take his hand in yours and he closes his eyes. You caress the little cuts with your fingers. There are no scars but the skin is still red and painted with fear. You understand and it makes you feel dirty and obscene.

You look thoughtful for a moment and then you decide you can’t go on like this. It will split your souls.

“How’s Canada?” His eyes fill with surprise and he laughs. It gives you pride.

“Never been?”

He takes a step inside your place and his eyes fall on the empty bottle of pills at the kitchen table.

He doesn’t say a word about it.

You love him for that.

“I’ve never been anywhere.” Your cheeks are flushed with a soft raspberry color.

Sebastian realizes then that he wants to show you the entire world. Every corner of it. He wants to hold your hand as you walk beneath the Corsican stars. And he wants to memorize the Northern lights with you by his side. And he wants to see you laugh as he falls off his surf board in New Zealand. And he wants every cliché thing there is to do.

His heart stretches at the thought of it.

“Canada is beautiful in its own way.” He looks out of your window.

You wonder if he’s trying to find some more constellations in the sky, but then he turns around and walks towards you.

“I’ve been there a lot of times.”

Of course you have, you think.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ears. It’s still damp and cold.

“Have you been to a lot of places?” He smiles and nods.

And then you can sense it; the sharp feeling of heartbreak crawling under your skin. You try to ignore it.

“I used to be grateful I travel all the time.”

You place your hand on his chest. The beating makes you calm.

“You’re not grateful anymore?”

He rubs his palm over his face.

“I am,” he inhales “But sometimes I just want to stay where I am.”

Yeah, I know.

He leaves an hour later, still drunk.

Still in love.

/

On Sunday, he takes you out for dinner. You tell him you don’t like dates. He promises it’s not a date.

You know you’re both lying.

He orders some red wine and he drinks as he watches you eat. It all feels natural to him. Somewhere at the back of his head though, there’s still some rationality left, that makes him think, this can’t be wrong, when it feels so natural.

He doesn’t drink any more.

/

You’re playing with the maraschino cherry on your dessert when his phone rings and your world comes crashing down.

You don’t intend to but you see the caller ID.

Love.

He had called you love one night.

He feels too guilty to look at you so he grabs the device and gets out of the place.

You want to throw the ice cream on the floor.

And then you want to hit the wall; with your head. But you can’t. So you just bite down at the cherry and wait for him to come back.

And when he does, things are different.

He doesn’t to try to make jokes and you don’t laugh. His eyes are everywhere but on you and your hand stays away from his.

You tell him you’re done with dessert so you can leave.

He has never felt more relieved.

/

Your pace is fast, but he catches up. You can’t outrun him.

His breath quickens as he comes closer. It’s almost innocent and childlike, the look he gives you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers and it makes you laugh. You laugh and you shake your head and it’s not enough.

“Why?” He can taste the bitterness all over you. “This wasn’t date. So why are you sorry?”

You keep walking and his breath keeps echoing in your ears. You find the entrance of your building.

You’ve seen the place a hundred times but only now you notice how old it looks. It makes you disgusted. It makes you want to vomit.

It starts with him saying he doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

And then you rest your body at the soiled wall, trying to remind yourself you’ve had your heart broken before. And your eyes are not dry anymore. And you can taste salt in your lips. And he comes closer and he holds you.

You swear you see tears in his cheeks too, but he’s too fast to wipe them away.

“Have you ever done anything only to regret it a second later?”

You’re not certain which one of you asks but you can hear your bones breaking as you throw your head around and he arches his back.

His hands touch the dried tears on your face and it stings like sewing needles. And his lips touch yours. And for a brief moment you feel like you’re stealing from life.

And he can taste all of you; raw.

And it feels like fists that punch him.

And when you pull away you both have already regretted everything.

“Now you have something to be sorry for.”

You wonder if perhaps a broken dignity is better than a broken heart.

/

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[bumblebeerror]

Okay so. I’ve been taking my ADHD meds before bed (4:00am) as an experiment for a few days.

My findings:

Section 1) Sleep:

1) sleep easy. I have never slept this hard in my life holy shit. Within 30 min my brain is perfectly in the sleepy zone and the best way I have to describe it is “blissed out but in a proper brain stimulation way”. The amount of brain activity and focus is perfect and will remain so for the next two hours during which I will feel a little warmer but otherwise be pretty much perfectly capable of sleeping as long as I’m able to lay horizontally in a somewhat comfortable position with my eyes closed for about 10 minutes. This is a vast improvement over my abilities to sleep before now, during which I either slept in far too late or woke up after four hours sleep unable to go back to sleep

2) ability to go back to sleep. The first night sucked a little but it was because a bunch of things weren’t ready for me to go to bed (that I didn’t clock at the time) and so I did end up waking up once or twice. Laying still for a few SECONDS was enough to go back to sleep even if I got up to pee or something

3) I wake up,,, AWAKE. This doesn’t seem like the crazy thing it is when I type it out but for the past several months I’ve woken up in a half-asleep state and slept thru several appointments. It was taking me two hours to get ready for work. It now took me 30 min max as long as I didn’t get sucked into YouTube shorts. Both days I’ve tried this I woke up in the ballpark of when I’m supposed to (noon) with zero problems keeping my eyes open once I did so.

Section 2) focus

1) focus not SUPER easy but I think that’s just because I’m not on the right dose still, and also still finaggaling my brain into working properly with meds because I spent about the past year and a half on either no meds or on meds that didn’t work. Overall much better than the last year and a half and I skip the slow part of the morning that usually takes uh… until after work to start working, and sometimes not even then

2) focus is inconsistent but that’s also just adhd for me. BUT, when I first wake up my meds are working properly, I’m able to get up and dressed easily, and the only thing stopping me is my willing indulgence of my own impulse to distract myself. Taking care of myself in the morning has proven EASY and that is a sentence I haven’t said in LITERAL YEARS.

Section 3) cons:

1) warm at night because of the stimulant means it’s a little harder to get comfy and stay comfy if I can’t fall asleep right away.

2) because they’re taken at 4am, they only last till about 10pm. This isn’t a huge issue tbh? It means I spent my evenings sorta spacey and tired-but-not-sleepy, but I was still able to focus on games and such with caffeine subbed in. I may not be able to stream late at night without it being an engaging story-driven game, but I also love RPG’s so this isn’t a huge problem. It comes with all the trappings of being not on my meds, but by the time that’s a huge issue it’s time to take them again, and it’s also forced me to have a consistent meds time (3:30am) and bedtime (4am) so I’m not procrastinating BOTH going to bed AND getting up, I’m actually medicated for both.

3) it does make my heart audible in my ears when I’m laying down more often, which is a problem I’ve had with taking naps during the day

4) not hungry in the morning. Fix: breakfast shake/applesauce.

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navigation | requests : open | 10th feb 2021

pairing : midoriya, bakugou, todoroki x gn!reader [ separate ]

genre : fluffy cloud shit

warnings : being sick/vomit, food, eating, medicine

themes : overworking yourself, concerned friends, exhaustion,

request : hi hello i saw your requests are open as of feb 10. Can I request shouto, Midoria, Katsuki, and Sinshou’s reactions when seeing their s/o or crush come into class a day they are sick so they don’t miss a test and physical examination test? And as soon as their test is over their crush or s/o passes out from exhaustion but passes anyway—they got sick from preparing too hard and worrying about the exams to much? Thank you 💙

note : this got a little long and i got so’s sad and soft over bakugou HELP

[ midoriya ]

> baby boy is IMMEDIATELY researching ways to make you feel better

> you’ve probably been together for a while

> whether you were together or not he would’ve done anything to make you feel better simp

> as soon as you walk in he’s writing down your symptoms and glances at you so he knows you’re okay

> he’s not mad he’s just worried :((

> ‘you shouldn’t have come in today puppy’ crying hes so soft

> he has a whole plan for as soon as your lesson ends

> the plan probably consists of making sure you have a warm shower giving you ice packs and tissues when you need them

> he’s 100% the kind of boyfriend to pat your back and tell you you’re okay holding your hair back (if you have hair) while you’re throwing up your fuckING LUNGS

-> scenario

> you walk into class as usual but with a flushed face and you look a little grey

> you’re wearing a mask so you don’t get others sick but everyone can still see you’re ill

> you sat down as your friends asked you if you’re feeling okay, lying you sat down feeling overwhelmingly tired

> midoriya pats your arm so you look at him and asks what happened since last night you were in his dorm as usual until you went back to your room and you were okay

> ‘i think i woke up with it, i’m not sure but i’m okay’ you smiled holding back a yawn

> you weren’t really sure how you got sick you just stayed up most of the night studying, and the whole week before that

> ‘pup just please be careful i’ll take care of you after okay?’ you nod at your sweet simp boyfriend

> during the test he noticed you holding your head up with your elbow, surprisingly 2 hours went by pretty fast end he kept checking up on you after he finished a page

> as soon as aizawa told the class to put down their pens midoriya looked at you and was surprised to see you laying on your arm/elbow eyes shut

> it wasn’t too shocking for others since denki and sero were asleep too

> but he got worried and immediately jumped up to check on you

> ‘hey, hey y/n wake up pup’ he shook you a little as aizawa watched like ?? ‘midoriya are they okay?’

> ‘i’m not sure, they’re sick but they shouldn’t have passed out like this’ he replies as you stir in your sleep groaning he sighed in relief

> ‘i’ve seen y/n in the common room at around 4am every night studying, i wake up at that time by accident and they’re always there’ todoroki answered simply

> ‘midoriya take y/n back to the dorms so they can get some sleep please’ aizawa answered before collecting everyone’s tests

> not letting you walk he carries you back, ‘baby please don’t overwork yourself like that, i’m sure you did great and you would’ve done great without all that studying, i’m proud of you but your health matters more’

> before you could whisper a mumbled reply all might walked out from the staff room as you were heading back to the dorms

> ‘oh ! young y/n, young midoriya, are they okay?’ he said quickly as he saw you holding you

> ‘oh all might ! they’re sick so i’m taking them back to the dorms’ all might let you go back soon after laughing about young love

> as soon as you got back he didn’t let you get in bed, he turned on a hot shower and told you to shower while he made food and a hot drink for you, you walked into the bathroom taking off your mask

> before you could get in the shower you felt your mouth watering and you knew you were about to be sick, midoriya walked up to put a hoodie on your bed for you when he heard you groaning

> he opened the door to you vomiting in the toilet and quickly ran forward and moved your hair back ‘let it all out baby, it’s okay you’re doing great’ HES SO FUCKING CUTe he’s just rubbing small circles on your back

> soon afterwards you thanked him for being there which he replied with ‘i’ll always be here silly, now go shower’ while flushing a little red bye the pain

> as soon as you got out you changed into his hoodie which he left out for you and some shorts

> he doesn’t care that you’re sick he still wants to cuddle so you snuggle up into the sheets while he feeds you whatever food he made you constantly kissing your forehead since you refused to let him kiss your lips

> ‘wait.. izuku aren’t you meant to be back in class’

> ‘uhhh..’

[ bakugou ]

> angy blasty baby just got angrier

> if you’re ill he’d firstly scold you for not being careful

> as much as he cares about his health he doesn’t care when it come to you

> unlike midoriya when he helps you out with showers and food he does it subtly

> he checks on you a lot and makes you shower and eat, he makes you eat with him and makes you take medicine

> ‘dumbass you’ve gotta take your medicine’ he has an alarm on his phone for everytime you’ve got to take your medicine

> ‘take this’ *throws you bottle of water* he makes you finish at least 3-4 bottles a day because that’s the average

> he doesn’t do research because kinda knows how to handle this stuff

> the only thing he does research on is how to treat someone when they’re ill, as much as he acts like he doesn’t care he does a whole fucking lot

> hes a little less angy seeing you ill, you feel a little useless which he reassures you about

> midoriya is a carer wheres bakugou is a ‘get the fuck up’ kind of guy 😭😭😭 he makes you do things with him so you have something to keep you occupied

> unless you’re feeling and looking too ill to get up

> he brings you homework for when you aren’t in class and even does a couple questions writing notes around if you weren’t in class to see how it’s done bruh he’s so fucking cute:(

> for the days the class doesn’t order take out he’s usually cooking so he makes you help him out you wear a mask ofc, this kinds goes with the so you don’t feel useless thing

-> scenario

> you usually walk to class together but today you texted him telling him not to wait and you’ll be there soon because you thought he’d be less angry in the classroom

> boi u were wrong bless your soul says the atheist

> so you step in with your mask on fearing your life and you think for a second maybe you can just sit in your place and he won’t look

> lMAOO this man always notices you

> ‘what’s with the fuckin mask’ he walked in front of your desk while pinging the string of the mask

> ‘i’m ill’ you mumbled as he raised his eyebrow ‘you’re mumbling dumbass’

> before you could answer again aizawa walks in with the tests so he goes back to his seat with his eyebrow raised at you

> he keeps an eye on you, you don’t notice ofc bc he’s always discreet

> he has noticed you being very tired and a little out of it during the day but he didn’t think too much of it

> he watched you slump back in your chair

> you finished early so you decided to close your eyes for a second and as soon as he looks back your head is in your arms and he watches you as you slowly slump into your arms

> he could see you softly breathing, whenever you cuddled together he’d watch you until he fell asleep, moving your hair out of your face and smiling to himself

> his eyes softened seeing you so peaceful but also he got worried, your mask moved to the side a little as you slept and he could see how red your cheeks are and you look a little green

> he got a little surprised when you woke straight up your own eyes widening and you looked a little scared, you jumped up walking over to aizawa and asked him something which he couldn’t quite hear, he nodded before you ran outside

> bakugou had finished so he went to ask if he could check, ‘yes y/n is feeling sick so they went back to the dorms’

> he grabbed your bag and ran after you, he got a little worried seeing you with your hand over your mouth not knowing if you’re crying or not

> you walked into the dorms he got there a couple seconds later running up to your room

> as soon as he saw you in the bathroom hunched over the toilet he pulled back your hair (if you have hair), he massaged your head as you let everything out ‘dumbass you should’ve fuckin told me, i wouldn’t have let you do that stupid exam’

> as soon as you stopped throwing up you said ‘i know that’s why i didn’t say anything’ he only just saw you without your mask and noticed your exhausted expression

> ‘i know you’ve been studying more but how fucking much, teddybear you would’ve passed whether you studied that much or not for fuck sake’ he groaned as he turned on the shower for you grabbing you a towel throwing it to you

> ‘just to make you feel better i’ll sleep, okay mopey?’ you teased as he closed the bathroom door ‘shut up i’m not fuckin mopey!’ he yelled through the door

> as you showered he looked in your closet for clothes when he noticed some of his shirts and jumpers instead of being angry it made him a little proud seeing how much you liked his clothes

> he grabbed his skull shirt it was a little big on you which he loved

> as soon as you finished showering you changed into the clothes he left you and walked downstairs sitting on the counter and bakugou roamed around the kitchen

> he grabbed some medicine from the cupboard and if you hate the medicine he’d mix it with your tea coffee or hot chocolate, ‘alright the medicine is in this so drink it all’

> he noticed you pouting as he handed you the cup ‘why’re you fuckin looking at me like that’

> ‘you’re cute when you pretend not to care’ he groaned hearing this as you giggled and reached forward from the counter and grabbed his hands pulling him towards you, his arms landed around your waist as yours were around his neck, his head on your shoulder as you hunched down a little and you kissed his head

> ‘tch, fuckin drink it before it gets cold’ you couldn’t see this but he was red as fuck and he loved these moments even if he wouldn’t admit it

> he watched as you stared out the open windows drinking your medicine infused drink

> ‘katsuki?’ he quickly shook his head as he caught himself staring at you ‘what dumbass’

> ‘i love you’ you grinned holding your arms out again still sitting on the counter, he rolled his eyes walking forward pressing his head against your chest as you both sighed happily your legs around his torso your head resting on his head

> ‘i love you too teddybear’ he mumbled into your chest

> the moment was soon ruined by denki walking in yelling about how whipped bakugou is for you

[ todoroki ]

> he has no clue what he’s doing CluELESS BABIE😭😭

> of course he gets sick but he doesn’t know how to handle others being sick so he 100% goes to midoriya and his sister for help

> fuyumi makes him soup and soba to eat with you

> like midoriya he researches a lot about what to do and how to help

> since he’s already quite comfortable with you he gets a little pouty when you refuse to kiss him ‘but y/n i won’t get sick, i’ll make sure i don’t’

> please give this boy forehead kisses at least

> he used his hand to cool you down when you need it

-> scenario

> you walked to class with him as usual and he asked about the mask noticing your scratchy voice

> ‘im a little sick but i need to do this exam’ you replied making him hum back

> ‘have you taken medicine?’ you shook your head ‘y/n theres medicine in the cabinet downstairs, we can go back and get some aizawa sensei will understand’ he took your hand before you shook your head guiding him back to school

> ‘shoto it’s okay, i promise i’ll be okay i’ll get some medicine after the exam baby’ he nodded giving you a small smile

> he made sure to keep an eye on you throughout the exam

> you both finished the exam early, since you studied together a lot he always made you go sleep when he caught you studying late which was a lot more often recently

> he sometimes wakes up randomly at 4-5am same and checks your room to check if you’re safe you don’t really realise until you stay up for a couple nights in a row and he opens your door to you studying

> ‘y/n? what are you doing awake’ he scared you a little, ‘shoto hi i’m studying’ you smiled

> your late night talk usually ends when he whines at you ‘baby it’s late go to sleep’ if you refused he’d grab your books and put them in your bag and tuck you into your bed kissing you softly before going back to sleep himself

> usually those nights would end up in cuddling but the last couple nights you’d both been studying a lot

> anyway you had your head tilted to the side in your hand as your elbow propped you up

> he smiled at your sleepy state until he realised you were genuinely sleeping and since he hadn’t checked on you the last couple nights he got a little worried

> he looked around to see the usual people sleeping as well and you slid down your arm into an even deeper sleep breathing softly moving up a down a little

> ‘aizawa sensai? can i take y/n back to the dorms they’re sick and hasn’t had their medicine’ he explained

> ‘yes todoroki make sure they get sleep as well they look exhausted’

> the boy took both of your test papers handing them to aizawa before he grabbed your bag and picked you up slumping you over his shoulder as everyone cooed at the sight

> he layed you in his bed ‘y/n, love wake up’

> as soon as you woke up he told you to shower and got everything ready for you

> since he didn’t have enough time to go ask fuyumi for help he asked her to send him a recipe and he cooked soup for you making sure to leave a note telling you to come downstairs

> he left the note on top of his shirt and your shorts

> you trudged downstairs and sat down on the island watching him cook, ‘are you feeling better love’ you nodded a little smiling

> he took out some medicine from the cabinet with a little spoon pouring the right amount as the soup cooked behind him

> walking over to you he put the little bottle down moving the spoon to your mouth and grabbed a water bottle to wash the taste out, ‘open up’ you grimaced at the smell scrunching your nose up a little but did as he said

> he moved the spoon into your mouth, you closed your lips around it the taste of the medicine filling your mouth

> you quickly grabbed the water chugging it down as todoroki laughed, before he could say more you slapped your hand over your mouth and ran over to the nearest bin

> his eyes widened as he ran over to you steadying you holding your waist and hair back (agAIN IF YOU HAVE HAIR) he rubbed your stomach up and down ‘it’s okay get it out, you’re doing great’

> as soon as you drank some water you sat back up on the island ‘i think we need different medicine’ todoroki smiled as you nodded at him

> his hands landed on your thighs pulling you closer to him his legs between yours, your legs hung off the counter as he nudged his nose with your own, ‘i’m not kissing you’ you laugh as he pouts at you ‘one, just one i promise that’s it’ you shook your head kissing his cheek

> he pulled away and took some soup with a little spoon blowing on it before bringing it up to your lips and letting you taste it

> your eyes widened as you smiled ‘it tastes exactly like fuyumi’s’ you smile as he beamed at you

> as you ate, todoroki opened the door to the campus postman, he came back in and gave you some flowers and medicine

> you checked the card ‘fuyumi told me you weren’t feeling great, so i thought i’d send some homemade medicine, feel better soon my love - rei’ you showed shoto the card

> his smile got 10x wider reading it

> ‘you make me so happy, even when you feel like a zombie’ he smiled as he fed you the medicine

A/N :

BROOOOOO i got so fucking sad im so so so so so sad goodbye the pain i’m feeling today

jesus CHRIST

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[lihikainanea]

I love the idea of Bill getting laser focused on work and being in a bit of a grumpy mood, but something just sends her into a small space. She just wakes up, alone, making home on the couch and watching tv to try to distract herself. Maybe the night before they had a small fight that ruminated in her head. Bill finally notices when he comes out for lunch and he tells right away, but she lowkey freaks out when he tries to get near her cause there’s just so much tension and anger around him.

Oh how I love this tonight, when I'm in the slight mood for it to hurt so good.

Look, these two--they are kindred souls but they're also human. They're bound to get into petty arguments. Bill likes to keep his place immaculate, nothing is ever hanging around, but tiger has had a tiring week and her shit is just...everywhere. once or twice when she gets in and just throws her jacket on the couch, kicks her shoes off in the hallway--Bill lets it slide. He picks it up quietly, puts it where it belongs, but he keeps his mouth shut. But then it's like, EVERY DAY and e snaps at her to pick up after herself and she snaps at him that she WILL if he just gives her five fucking minutes to pour a glass of wine instead of nagging her the minute she gets in the door.

Bill is admittedly, also a little short tempered because it's a press week and god he hates those. He was hoping that maybe this whole virtual thing would make it easier but it just...doesn't. He's in front of his computer for hours, often starting at 4AM to accommodate for time zones, he's tired and snippy, he's fed up. His place is messier than he would like and that's stressing him the fuck out, tiger isn't holding up her end of the chores because she's busy and tired so that pisses him off, and it all just kind of exploded the night before.

He was tired from a 16 hour day of interviews that all had the same questions. She was tired form her work day which was total bullshit. They both snapped at each other, it escalated, and while they didn't yell at each other, there were definitely harsh and some awful words were exchanged. Bill had to go take a walk to calm down, and tiger just slammed the door to the bedroom shut and went to bed even though it was only the early evening. Bill usually wouldn't let her sleep alone after a big blow out, but his temper was still flaring and he was just so fucking exhausted that he showered, went out for his last smoke, and then slept on the couch.

His start time was 5AM the next day, so by the time tiger got up he was already in his back office with the door closed.

And like everything in hindsight, she started to feel fucking awful about it. She barely slept a wink, kept waiting for the door to creak open and for him to crawl into bed. He never lets her sleep alone, no matter how angry he is--but he did last night. Tiger wakes up totally fucked up, not even mad anymore just...sad. Remorseful. Small. She said some hurtful things last night that she didn't mean but so did he, and she just wants a little reassurance, a little affection.

She gets her coffee herself and tries not to cry. Makes some toast--and she washes the dish right away, dries it, puts it back in its place. She goes to the front entrance and places her shoes where they should go, hangs up her coat, tidies up the place. She pours her second cup of coffee and puts her ear to his office door, tries to hear if maybe he has a break coming up, but the interviews seem endless. She heads to the couch, wrapping up in the blanket that he slept with last night, and she can't stop a few tears from rolling down her cheeks.

And Bill, for his part, is feeling equally as fucking awful. He hates what he said to her last night. He hates that he let her sleep alone. He hates that he wasn't there when she woke up, telling her he was sorry, giving her a cup of coffee. He hates that he's heard her putter about the apartment for five hours now and he hasn't been able to see her, to go to her.

His schedule that day is insane and he plans on having a word with his manager about it--5 hours straight with not even 2 minutes between interviews to piss. A reprieve finally comes, he has 20 minutes before the next call, and god he can't get out of that room fast enough. He throws open the door with just a bit too much enthusiasm and tiger mistakes it for something else, some residual anger, and she shrinks down a little in her blanket.

He all but runs into the living room to find her but like...he's so hurried and so frantic that tiger mistakes a lot of his harsh movements for him still being upset, and she burrows in more. Bill finds her like that, crying softly, huddled in the blanket he slept with last night, shrinking away from him--and god, he feels like shit. Like absolute shit. He never should have let it go this far.

"Tiger," he says softly, keeping his movements slow as he makes his way over to her, "Tiger, I'm sorry. About everything. I'm sorry sweet girl."

He kneels in front of her, puts his hands on her thighs and ducks his head to catch her gaze. She sniffles and he leans forward, kissing her lips softly.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, weaving his hands into her hair, "God I'm so, so sorry kid."

She pulls at him and he stands, sitting down on the couch and pulling her into his lap She tucks her head under his chin, burrow in there, and just breathes him in.

"I'm sorry too," she mumbles, "For everything I said."

"I'm sorry for what I said," he places a soft kiss on her head, "I'm sorry for not coming to bed last night," another soft kiss, this one on her nose, "I'm sorry for not being there when you woke up this morning," another soft kiss, this one right above her mouth, "I'm sorry I let it get this far."

"We let it get this far bud," she said, craning up to kiss him again, "And I'm sorry too."

"My day isn't done kid, far from it, but can you stay with me awhile? Set up on the couch back there? I want to be close to you."

"I want that too," she mumbles.

And that's what he does. He picks her up, moves the couch in the back room a bit so she's out of view. He refills her coffee, sets her up with a plate of snacks and a warm blanket. And at least this way he can see her out the corner of his eye, and even if he only has 10 seconds between interviews--he can still glance back, give her a small smile, check in with her.

[miyaniacs]

ignorance is a bliss pt.1

Atsumu angst  ( pt. 2 ) ( pt.3)

warnings: angst? mentioning of possible cheating 

a/n : I was just in the mood for some angst and you all voted for Atsumu and a fluff ending - the fluff will be at the end of pt.2 - sorry but I want to keep the tension up haha, pt.2 will be mostly of his point of view. Sorry this is kind of trashy thoooo 

Tell me if you wanna be tagged for the second part tho :)

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The sun is long gone, the lights of the night illuminating the room. You star at the plate in front of you, your appetite gone just like the sun. Three hours. You already waited three hours for him to come back home. He told you he’ll be coming straight home after practice. At least that’s what his last message said. Your phone lights up. The light shining from your screen let the tears on your face sparkle like small diamonds.

 “Sorry, still helping Yuki with her serves - don’t wait for me” 

Of course it’s her again. 

Is he too blind? Too blind to see that all the “can you help me with volleyball” is just so she can spent time with him? Or does he know. Does he know and that’s why he’s always helping her? Volleyball is Atsumu’s passion, his true love. He and Yuki share this love - other than you and Atsumu do. Sure you always supported him. But volleyball wasn’t the sport you grew up with. Was he tired of this? Has he now understood how much better it would be if his girlfriend has the same passion as him? 

Your phone already locked itself again. Once more the room is dark, occasionally lighted up by the lights of the cars or some green and red. 

The tears keep streaming down your face as you think of the past four weeks. 

It all started when Yuki came up to him one day after practice asking him if he could show her some stuff, since she has an upcoming match and wasn’t feeling at her best. You haven’t thought anything about it. You were actually glad that he accepted and helped her, being the egoistic ass he is - it wasn’t save if he’d agree. 

You accepted all those times he came home late, it was just until her match finished right?

Well two days after the match, he still came home late at night, telling you constantly that you should already eat and not wait for him, that he’ll grab something with Yuki after practice. The past two weeks, you haven’t even seen him once. You aren’t even sure if he slept in the same bed as you the past nights. 

Whenever you went to bed, he wasn’t there, neither have you felt his arms sneaking around your body at night, his face nuzzling in your neck, pressing small kisses on your shoulder before he pulls you tighter into him and drifting off to sleep. 

The next morning, there were also no signs of him. Sometimes there’s a used coffee mug in the sink, signaling you that he was in fact home - at least for a few hours? Or minutes? Was he just coming home in the morning to change his clothes? 

Your phone lights up again. 

“Hey, I’ll crash at Yuki’s again. Sorry see ya tomorrow babe.” 

Again? 

So you’re right. He hasn’t been home. He stayed at hers... for how many nights? Only two? Or already five? 

Sure she’s beautiful, always friendly and shares the same passion as him. 

But would he really do this? 

Cheat on you? 

Have you ignored all the red flags the past weeks? Was it that obvious that he did? 

Thinking back at it - she did seem more like his girlfriend the past weeks as you did. Always by his side, hands touching his arms, playfully hitting his chest, his arm around her shoulder... while you just stand there awkwardly next to them. 

You did comfort him once about this topic. All he said was, that you should stop being so jealous and that she’s just a friend. He asked you to be his girlfriend, he was the one suggesting to move in together a few months ago. He never gave you a reason to make you doubt yourself. 

Yet everyone warned you about him. 

All yours and his friends, even his brother did. They all told you that it’s a wonder that he hasn’t lost interest yet. That he even chose to ask you out in the first place, since he’s just always focused on volleyball. But you accepted all of this. You accepted not being his first choice, always coming behind volleyball.  

Today was enough though. All the tears you cried today, finally overflowed the barrel. 

On shaking legs and a blurry vision you get up and walk to your shared bedroom. You place your suite case on the bed and open the door to your closet. Slowly you start packing your clothes. With each T-Shirt, each pullover, each jeans, your heart breaks a bit more. 

You stop. This sweatshirt. It was his, well it was yours now he gave it to you on your first date, because you being your clumsy self lost your jacket. He told you to keep it , that way he has a reason to see you again. Well and you kept it until that day. You sink down on your knees, hugging the piece of clothing, hoping it would give you the same comfort Atsumu always gave you with his hugs.  His hugs always calmed you down, left you feeling save and protected, you knew everything will be okay, because he’s with you. You hide your face in the soft fabric, by now you can’t keep the tears back anymore. 

You wake up, curled up in a ball, still on the floor with the sweatshirt in your arms. You quickly check the time - 4am. You wipe away the leftovers of your tears and get up, determined to end what you started a few hours ago. 

Gently you take the sweatshirt and fold it, placing it on the bed. You take a pice of paper and start writing : 

Atsumu, when you read this I’m already gone. Please continue your life, give your best in your games, I’ll still be supporting you from afar. I realized there isn’t enough space for me in your life. Yet you found the time for Yuki,..., I hope you continue to find the time for her and don’t start to ignore her at some point like you did with me. 

You place the paper on the sweatshirt and pack all the stuff your needed in your suite case, grabbed the your purse and left. 

At 9am you arrived at your parents house. 

It’s been almost three weeks since you left. 

Yet there haven’t been one call nor text from him. No that wasn’t right, there was one small message 

 I’ll leave for the training camp now, miss you see you afterwards.

Five days after you left he was supposed to attend a training camp for two weeks, which he did attend and judging by the message it seems he hasn’t read the letter you wrote him. Which in conclusion means that he hasn’t stayed in your shared apartment for just one night. 

No one knew you left besides your family and Osamu. Neither of them questioned your decision in the slightest. 

Today was the day he should be coming back from the camp.  

Today is also your aunts birthday. Right now you’re at the kitchen helping to get all the needed stuff out to the garden. 

“Y/n!!” Your mum called, “ You’re phone keeps on vibrating - oh I think someone’s calling you now.” 

“Ca- Can you check the ID?” You stutter scream back. 

You almost dropped the plates in your hands as you hear her answer. “It says ‘Tumu”

“Just hang up.” You answer firmly. 

You won’t let him ruin this day.  

You walked back outside and placed the plates on the table. 

Your phone keeps vibrating and vibrating. You glance at the messages showing on the lockscreen 

“Y/N?!”

“Please answer me”

“I just found your letter - let me explain”

“I never did anything with Yuki besides playing volleyball... well and hanging out with her .. but I never - I could ne”

“Baby ... baby please answer my calls”

“At leaset tell me where you are? I’m worried about you”

“Are you Save?”

“Baby please. I love you”

You stopped reading the message, blinking a few times you tried holding back your tears. Now he’s worried about you? Now after all those weeks of ignoring you?

He hasn’t realized you left before he went to the training camp. And even during those two weeks he hasn’t even sent you one message, neither a good morning nor a good night text. Is it too much to expect your boyfriend to message you just once? To think about you while he’s away and feeling the need to talk to you? To contact you?

Well apparently it is. 

But who are you playing?  

He hasn’t thought of you all those weeks before, why should he do it during his training camp?

“Y/n?” You mum waves her hand in front of your face, you blink a few times and look around. “Yes?” You ask confused.

“Are you okay?” Your aunt asks you. “Yeah, yeah, sorry I was just spacing out.” You answer and force a smile. 

“Y/n.” Your mum sighs, “shouldn’t you answer him?” 

“No.” You answer coldly, “but mum, could you help me getting the rest of my stuff on Sunday?” 

“... why Sunday?” Your cousin asks. 

“He has a game on Sunday, so he won’t be at the apartment” you chuckle coldly, “not that he was there the past weeks.” 

“Are you sure you shouldn’t talk with him ab-“ your aunt begins but you quickly interrupted her “No and I don’t want to discuss this any further. He ignored me the past WEEKS, ditching me for some other girl all the time. He hasn’t even realized I left those 5 days before the camp. Meaning he wasn’t even staying at the apartment during the time, probably staying at Yuki’s again because ‘training got longer and they grabbed something to eat and he just crashed at hers for the night’.”  Your voice started to shake again and tears form in your eyes. 

You can’t get this imagine out of your head. Him and her. Cuddled up under a blanket on the couch. The arms that normally held you, wrapped around her. He’s laughing and smiling, resting his chin at her shoulder. He’s peppering kisses on her neck, jaw and face. Then his lips met hers. 

Your lips start shaking and you feel tears running down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry I - I’ll be back.” You quickly get up and walk inside locking yourself up in the bathroom.  

You sink down on your knees. The imagine of him and Yuki is still hunting you. His hands on her body. His lips on her skin, that’s supposed to be you and not her. He was supposed to spent all this time with you. He was supposed to hold you in his arms at night, to kiss you, to pull you ontop of him, to run his hands through your hair while he rants about his day. 

But in your head, he’s doing all those things with her. Was he telling the truth? Or are the things, hunting your dreams for the past weeks, true? Was he actually cheating on you with her? 

Grabbing the sink you pulled yourself up and look into the mirror. 

Your eyes were puffy and red, lips plumb and reddened from biting down on them to stop your self from crying to hard. You turn on the water, waiting for it to get ice cold. You let it run through your finger until you put your hands together and splash some of the water in your face. Again and again and again. 

“You can do this. You are strong and you don’t need him to feel good. You can do it without him. You can learn how to.” You prep talk yourself. 

You grabbed your phone and wrote down the the words that broke your still shattered heart even more.

“It’s too late now. I’ll get the rest of my stuff on Sunday during your game so you don’t have to see me anymore. Goodbye Atsumu.” 

Tears form in your eyes again and your body starts shaking. 

You want this right? This is the right thing to do? Shouldn’t you give him a chance to explain everything? No. No you waited long enough. You already cried enough tears. That is what you want. This is what you need. This is how it should be. 

Yet. Why does the thought of loosing him makes your heart arch?

It hurts so much you feel like crying out in pain. 

You see the three dots moving, showing you that Atsumu was typing. You’re quick to turn your phone off again. 

You made you’re decision. 

There is no way he can convince you otherwise now. 

You unlock the bathroom door and step outside, forcing a smile on your face. 

Yet your eyes are showing how you truly feel. 

Broken. 

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[all-the-love-harold]

Fine Line

Chapter 2 - I don’t want to be alone

December 20th 2019

“Hey Bowie?” Clara said in her high pitched dog voice and watched as Bowie titled his head to listen to her “Do you want to wake up uncle Harry?”

Bowie jumped down off the bed and ran straight to Clara’s bedroom door waiting for her to open it.

“Ok let’s go big dog, go jump on uncle Harry!” she opened the door and let Bowie out to the living room where a very hungover Harry was snoring on the couch. Now the thing that Clara had learnt best about Bowie over the last few days was that he had absolutely no understanding of personal space so as soon as he saw Harry on the couch, he jumped up and Harry groaned as he landed on his belly.

“Noooo” he moaned “Too early”

“It’s 8am Harold” Clara chimed “Time to drive home for christmas”

Christmas was Clara's favorite time of year and as a result she unusually started preparing in october and she had a ready made playlist of christmas songs to play at any given moment. So she pulled her phone from the pocket of her hoodie and pressed play on “I’ll be home for Christmas” and turned it up as loud as she possibly could.

Harry rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut, “ 5 more minutes”

“Big night then?” she said, sitting herself down at the end of the couch where Harry’s legs were tucked up and Bowie crawled over to snuggle up to his new mum.

“Mmmhmm” he sighed “got back at 4 am”

`

“So I guess I’m driving then?”

“You’re amazing” he smiled, without opening his eyes again.

The morning was slow, Clara made Harry some eggs on toast and then found the biggest travel mug she could for his coffee and one that was only slightly smaller for her own. She packed Bowie's bag of toys and training treats and by the time they packed the car, double and triple checked that they had everything including the presents and the ingredients for the pudding that Clara was going to make, it was 10am and Harry was starting to feel a little more alive albeit a little tired.

“There are shops in holmes chapel Ra” Harry said as he shut the boot to the car “if it turns out that we’ve forgotten the custard I will go out and get it”

“Right let’s go then” clara smiled “and you can face Anne when there’s no custard because they’re sold out”

“I’ll make the fucking custard” he laughed as he pulled the door open and hopped in the car.

"Hi Bowie" he chimed as the dog who was sitting on the back seat of the car rested his head on the shoulder of the passenger seat "you're pretty cute little dude"

Clara's heart swelled, she had grown to love Bowie more than anything else and it was nice to see that she wasn't alone.

The journey was slow. Traffic was almost at a standstill on the highway that would take them out of London and into the countryside, but that was to be expected this close to christmas. Clara imagined what it would be like christmas eve and became very thankful that herself and Harry had the kinds of jobs they could take extra time off from.

“I’m dreaming of a white christmas” Harry sang, turning the stereo up as they came to a stand still once again

“Just like the ones I used to know” Clara sang, horribly out of tune

“Where the treetops glisten '' Harry giggled his way through the next few lines as Clara continued to sing out of time and tune.

“It’s a good thing you’re a lawyer” He said when the song ended

“You’re saying I couldn’t make it as a singer?” Clara said, pretending to sound offended

“On no, I think you’d be great” Harry laughed “With a lot of autotune and lip sync”

“I’ve learnt to lip sync your entire album, so I’ll take your next tour off your hands”

“Yeah great” Harry nodded “You do that, I’ll write the next album and you can tour that”

“We make a great team” Clara laughed “Too bad you look like a troll and you can’t tour for yourself”

Harry shrugged “Hey, I’m just keeping you in a job”

Clara laughed “Alright” she said steering the conversation in a more serious direction “Tell me about Shelly”

Harry shrugged and sighed at the same time, running his hands through his hair “there’s not much to say really, unless you want details about all the sex we’ve had”

“Nope” Clara said definitely “There’s got to be more to it than that H, she was at the show last night, I know you, you don’t invite your fuck buddies to things like that”

“She didn’t stay long though, did she?” Harry was blushing mostly because Clara was right, there was more to it than that, he just wasn’t ready to admit it to himself yet.

“No, I think she was gone before the end of the first song”

“Exactly” Harry nodded

“And you’re not just downplaying this because I’m sad and single now?”

“No” he shook his head “you never downplayed your happiness when I was sad and single”

“Fair pont” she said keep her eyes fixed on the road “Just be careful H, I only spoke to her for a minute so take what I say as a grain of salt, but she seemed like the type to collect trophies”

“What do you mean?” he asked

“Well you’re not exactly some unknown, undiscovered musician, gigging around London, sleeping with you gains serious bragging rights, she seems like the type to want them”

“I actually thought the opposite” he pondered, looking out the window and playing with his lips. A habit that he’s picked up over years

Clara’s heart sank, she hated that he couldn’t see what she and Gemma had thought was so obvious “Like I said, grain of salt, and if you’re happy, I’m happy, just be careful”

He smiled “Don’t tell Mum? Yeah”

“I’m not making any promises, Anne knows how to get me talking”

“Well I might just tell Jenny about …… “

“About what Styles? Jenny and I have no secrets”

He sighed “Maybe you should”

“So what kept you out until 4am if Shelly left the show so early?”Clara decided to turn the subject back around to Shelly so that he wouldn’t ask how she was feeling about the break up, because if she was honest, she didn’t know how she was feeling.

“Mostly stupidity” he rubbed his eyes “But I also went back to her place at about midnight”

“So you’re saying you slept on my couch right after you had sex with her?”

“Yep” he nodded

“Did you shower first?”

“Kinda” he smirked

“How do you “kinda”” Clara said using her hands to make air quotes “have a shower”

“Well we had sex in the shower”

Clara laughed “Of course. Oh God” she sighed dropping her head a little without taking her eyes off the road “I miss having a sex life”

“You’ve only been single for like a week” Harry said, trying to make her feel better without saying too much about Will

“Yeah but I haven’t had sex in months, I knew the break up was coming” she said honestly

“Well you certainly weren’t” Harry giggled tentatively

Claral laughed and playfully slapped his knee “Fuck you Styles”

He shrugged “You can if you want”

“Excuse me” Clara had to fight the urge to slam her foot on the breaks and avoid a collision the the motorway

“I’m joking Ra” Harry laughed, although he wasn’t entirely sure that he was. Somewhere in the back of his mind he’d always had the idea that he and Clara would end up together.

“Good” Clara giggled nervously “Because I know where that’s been” she gestured towards his crotch

“And I know where that’s been,” he said, doing the same movements towards her, a smile etched on his face so that she knew he was joking “and it’s looking a bit dusty”

Clara laughed “I won’t take this abuse” she said jokingly “Keep going and I’ll pull over right here and you can walk back to holmes chapel”

Harry reached out and turned the music back up to almost full volume

“It’s beginning to look a lot like christmas” he sang along with michael buble

“Everywhere you go” Clara joined in and that was that for the rest of the trip. They sang as loud as they could and laughed at each other singing out of tune. They made up stories about the cars passing by and spoke about just about anything, relishing in the time they got to spend together, enjoying each other's company because they knew that in just a few weeks, Harry would be off again, and they would be a part for most of the new year. Or so they thought.

***

December 25th, 2019.

It was 6am. It was still dark outside but Clara and Bowie were wide awake. Like little kids on christmas morning, they were excited. Well at least Clara was. Bowie just knew that he’d get some kibble as soon as Clara got out of bed. But Clara had so much to do this morning, she was responsible for christmas lunch this year and she hadn’t even made so much as a dessert. But christmas was here and there was no way that she was going to allow the day to be anything less than festive.

“Right then Bowie,” she yawned “let’s get this show on the road”

The dog lifted his head, looked at Clara as she spoke and flopped back down again when she was done, as if to tell her that it was far too early for an adult to be getting up on Christmas morning. And it was clearly too early for him to be having any breakfast.

Clara laughed and swung her legs out of the bed, “You can stay in bed if you then, but I will be cooking a chicken later, you might want to get up for that”

Bowie groaned and Clara laughed as she put on her dressing gown and walked out of the room. It was a cold morning, but the house was so well heated she would never have guessed that there was frost outside.

The thing about Christmas in Holmes Chapel was that it was full of chosen family. Clara and Harry’s parents had both split up when they were really little, Clara’s when she was four and Harry’s when he was seven and ever since then, their mums had banded together to make sure that christmas was as festive and magical as possible. And Harry and Clara had always wanted to carry on the tradition now that they were all grown up and usually only home for christmas.

Clara walked into the kitchen and switched the kettle on, still feeling a little sleepy, she didn’t turn the light on and walked straight into Harry, who was standing in front of the pantry.

“Morning” he said sounding as if he was still half asleep

“What are you doing up so early?” Clara questioned “And why are you just standing there”

“I just got off the phone with Shelly”

“Oh gross” Clara sighed “well could you move so I can get to the tea”

Harry took an over exaggerated step to the left “It wasn’t that kind of phone call”

“Why else would she be calling you before 6am on christmas day - you want one?” She held up a tea bag.

He nodded “To wish me a Merry Christmas” all of a sudden all of the colour drained from his face and he gulped before he could finish his sentence “and to tell me that she’s pregnant”

Clara paused as she reached for the kettle and looked up at Harry “She’s what now?”

“She’s having my baby” he huffed and threw his hands up in the air

“And how are we feeling about that? Clara stepped lightly, she didn’t want to say anything that might offend him right at this moment in time.

“Confused” he shrugged “I was so careful, I used condoms every time and she told me she was on the pill, I can’t be a dad right now, I’ll be on tour when it’s born”

“Did you tell her that?”

“Yeah” he nodded “she told me to cancel, she wants to keep it” he ran his hands through his hair “I don’t know what to do Ra? Tell me what to do?”

She gestured towards the bar stool that sat at the kitchen bench and put his cup of tea down next to him “do you want a baby?”

He sighed “I mean, yeah, one day, but fuck not right now”

“And more importantly” Clara looked at him sternly “Do you want one with Shelly?”

He took a sip of his tea “No” he said plainly

“Well there’s your answer”

“But she wants to keep it Ra, I can’t just ghost her now and it’s not like I’m not going to love the kid, but it’s just horrible timing”

“I think you need to talk to shelly in person”

“Yeah” he nodded “I do….” he paused “Can you come with me? Might be handy to have a family lawyer right there”

“Might be a bit intimidating right at the beginning H” Clara admitted “I’ll get you through the custody and child support battles if that’s what you want, but you need to sit down with her and get all your feelings out on the table first - and then if she doesn’t cooperate, call me and I’ll go full lawyer on her”

“Lawyer on who?” Anne said, walking into the kitchen wrapping her dressing gown tight around her to keep her body heat in.

“Oh no one” Harry smiled his charming smile “Merry Christmas Mum”

“Oh Merry Christmas my boy” she wrapped her arms around him “It’s so nice to have you home”

His head sank into Anne’s shoulder and suddenly everything didn’t seem so urgent or stressful

“Good to be here mum” he sighed happily

“Now Clara” she said pulling away from Harry “Merry Christmas Dear”

“Merry Christmas Anne” she smiled “Thanks for having us all in your house”

“Oh it’s no trouble, you’re doing most of the work love, I’ve just got spare rooms. Now,” she clapped her hands “How can I help?”

Clara smiled “You can’t, make yourself a cup of tea and relax Anne, you deserve it”

“Relax this year before you have a grandchild to dote on next year” Harry thought to himself before smiling at his mother and handing her a teabag, butterflies filling his stomach, the thought of being a father still sinking in.

“If you insist” Anne shrugged, “I’ll be in the living room if you need anything”

Harry waited until Anne was as far away as possible and then whispered “I think I have to go back to London tomorrow, talk to shelly”

Clara shook her head “No” she said “you need a few days to get your head around it all. Work out what you want and have a clear head when you talk to her”

“Breaking up with someone are we H?” Ben, Clara's brother said walking into the kitchen.

“No” he laughed nervously “One of the PR managers at my label is trying to get me to get caught by the paparazzi while I’m home” This wasn’t a lie. They’d been bugging him about that for a while now, but right now it was the least of his worries.

“Maybe your job isn’t as great as it looks” Ben shrugged “anyway, Merry Christmas” he smiled “What kind of feast are we having Ra?”

“Well you’re having a roast chicken and Harry and Gemma are having a nut roast”

“Sounds delicious, what can I do?”

“Nothing yet” Clara smiled wishing he would go away so she could finish her conversation with Harry “Go sit down and get warm by the fire, I can see the goosebumps on your arms”

Ben nodded and left the room, feeling a little awkward for not helping and Clara turned to Harry.

“You need to get your head around this pretty fast H, because if she’s already saying she’s going to keep it, I can almost guarantee you she won’t be changing her mind. And I know you, you won’t just be a child support dad, so when we get a chance after lunch has happened, we’re going for a walk, and were going to talk this through until you know what you really want from this”

Harry’s face had turned a ghostly white “Ok” he nodded

“And until then” clara smiled “I’m going to distract you, see those carrots over there?”

He nodded again

“Peel them” Clara said “and the boil them in that pot”

“I can do that” he sighed “But then what”

“Well then you can chop the nuts” Clara took a sip of her tea and tried to empty her head of the idea that Harry was going to be a father and work out where the hell she needed to start for this christmas lunch, which she had refused help with.

***

Holmes Chapel was really beautiful in winter. The trees glistened with frost that had never melted from that morning and paths looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. Harry and Clara had managed to escape their families for a little while, using Bowie as the perfect excuse to go for a walk in the cold. It had been almost eight hours since Shelly had told Harry that she’s pregnant but the information had barely sunken in.

“What are your thoughts H?” Clara asked after five minutes of walking in silence

“I don't have any” Harry admitted “I don’t want a baby right now Ra, but I’ve got one and I don’t know what to do”

Clara nodded, “I think the first thing you need to think about is what you want your relationship with Shelly to look like.”

“I don’t know” he said firmly “I really like her but this makes it very serious very fast”

“It does” Clara nodded “But I’m not sure you’re in a position to be picky about that right”

“I guess we’re better off working out that we don’t work together before the baby arrives”

“That’s one way to look at it…” Bowie spotted something and launched himself forward “Bowie” Clara said firmly “with me”

“Or it could work and I’d have a ready made happy family before I thought I would”

“Yeah” Clara sighed, little apprehensively, “This could be great for you”

“What do I do if it’s a disaster”

“You call me” Clara said “and we do everything we legally can to get the custody agreement that suits you”

“I’d want all of it” He admitted

“I know” Clara smiled “But I wanted you to say that, so that you’d realise that this is not such a disaster”

“I hate it when you do that” Harry smiled down at clara

“Do what?” she smirked

“Know what I’m thinking before I’m thinking it”

“Oh that” Clara blushed “I’ve been doing that since we were 5”

He nodded and sighed “I guess I’m going to be a dad next year then”

[i-donot-forget]

Second Conversation - Lance

Eldarya New Era Words : 1437

Maturing means having to deal with people we don't like ... for now. I hope to continue translating these conversations and I hope you like it

#Eldarya conversaciones

Before dawn, those moments of intense darkness before the light bathes everything. The silence in the hallways was clear proof that everyone was asleep, until the sound of careful footsteps from someone in full armor was the first announcement of a new day. Three gentle knocks on the door of the last Aengel were enough to put the young woman on alert, she quickly noticed the lack of sun and imagined an urgency, but the surprise she was taken was the fact that Lance was on the other side. She looked at him strangely and it was evident in her face that she had not yet fully awakened, she seemed to doubt if he was really there or if she was still sleeping. After what seemed like an eternity of strange looks, Lance deigned to speak.

- Good morning Erika, I came to find you to train. -

The young woman narrowed her eyes suspiciously, she leaned out the door and looked in both directions, the corridor was deserted.

- What time is it? -

She asked sleepily.

- It's almost 4 am. -

- Almost 4am !? Are you crazy? -

- Then I'll go find Mathieu. -

- When the man was about to leave, Erika whispered to him under her breath. -

- Where? -

- Outside the C.G, by the gates. -

The young woman closed the door, got dressed and took the opportunity to see the time, barely 04:09, without knowing why she suspected that Lance had a reason for such "dedication." The tapping of her sword on her thigh was already an imperceptible sign of security, somehow being without "her" was like being "off duty" as if just by wearing it on her waist she was already prepared for everything, even when she wasn't.

She left the C.G and when she saw the calm she was glad for a moment to think that they all slept safely in their beds, her return did not imply more for her than a short nap that considerably reduced her underdeveloped combat skills, the future promised her incomparable power, but it was a bit disappointing and almost embarrassing to have to accept her current state. She used to think that her powers were like “winning the lottery”, while now her inability to use them felt like "losing the golden ticket", so she had put aside her pride a bit by appealing to maturity, one step was to accept Lance's training.

When crossing the doors it was still night so it was difficult for her to glimpse the Lance's figure a few meters from the door looking towards the coast, his posture was upright and imposing, resting his hands on his sword as if it were part of him. He turned towards her and watched her movement until she was in position, both with their weapons drawn and at a safe distance, Lance was the first to advance, he gave her time to move and defend herself, but Erika had her mind elsewhere, It took him less than half an hour to put her face down on the ground, Lance stopped and sighed.

- You're not very good under normal conditions, but you're so distracted now that I'm wasting my time. -

He stabbed his sword into the ground, expecting her to respond with her usual animosity, but nothing, for a moment it seemed like she was going to say something but Erika held back.

- Come on Erika, why don't you say what you're thinking so we can train? -

- Why did you look for me? You know I can train with Jamon, even with Matheiu. -

- Huang Hua said that a little "push" would be good for you. -

Erika was silent for a few moments, thoughtful, although she improved every day nothing seemed to be a sufficient advance, her memories of 7 years ago only increased her frustration, always in danger, always the one that has to be rescued, always in the infirmary, always on the edge…

- I didn't think that she… -

- Won't you tell me you're surprised that Huang Hua cares about you? I thought you would be used to it. -

- I'm not so sure lately. -

Lance returned to his fighting position, Erika immediately imitated him, this time it was she who charged towards him, the combat was taking more shape, it was evident that she was serious, when the sky began to clear Erika was at her peak of concentration and Lance had noticed, subtly raising the level with each blow, each step, until an intruder entered the scene, the girl was distracted and Lance used the opening to bring her down. She was slightly annoyed when she saw who it was, she managed to make out Matheiu's figure out of the corner of her eye before his opponent caught her eye.

- Concentrate, forget about the rest. -

Erika restrained herself from looking to the side, she stood up in a defensive posture, breathing deeply, tightening the grip of her sword with both hands and sliding her left heel across the floor to ensure the greatest possible momentum, she could see how Lance analyzed her every action. They continued fighting and Erika was surprised when she could understand Lance's peculiar way of teaching, unlike Jamon who gave her clear instructions and corrections, Lance didn't say a word, but she had already caught the rhythm, when she made a mistake in a posture or taking her sword, how to attack or dodge, Lance charged directly at her weaknesses. If her posture was wrong, he would attack first; otherwise, he would only defend himself until she made a mistake.

The first rays of the sun came accompanied by curious eyes that stopped to enthusiastically observe the spectacle of the couple, obviously keeping their distance and silence, Erika understood then why Lance had come to look for her so early.

- Does it happen often when you train? -

- Sometimes, although I suspect that you are the one who attracts the most attention. -

- Why? I thought you were the strongest in the C.G. -

- I am the most powerful of the C.G. -

- You may believe it, but I clearly remember the battle on the beach ... you're not that good. -

Erika sneered with an insolent humor at which Lance only smirked.

- That was an exception… -

- Oh yeah? And why would it be an exception? -

- Because you two set me up, you attacked me by surprise, 2 against 1, not forgetting that you caught me off guard. I thought that you're just a human. Don't worry, it won't happen again. -

Now it was he who made fun of her, they kept their swords clashing with intensity but without getting tired, Erika had not been wasting time since her awake, every day she made an effort to increase her resistance, her strength, agility,she learn from the lessons, she wasted almost no energy or made unnecessary movements and Lance squeezed his advances.

Erika still had the energy to continue when Lance stopped training, they had a day ahead and it was time to eat, and it was not a bad idea to maintain that feeling of vigor. They sheathed their weapons and walked together back to the C.G in complete silence, as they passed through the market, a young man stopped Lance to consult him on some mission. At that moment she felt him, she did not need to look for it in the crowd, she knew exactly where to look. Their eyes met, drawing a smile full of melancholy, she deliberately avoided thinking about him, there were too many painful emotions, thinking about him felt bad, he was like a stranger, but for some reason, none of that mattered, a small part inside her still loved him and hated herself for it.

Leiftan broke eye contact and his face tightened, he frowned slightly, or maybe she just felt it, she tried to follow Leiftan's gaze and stopped in her tracks when she noticed he was looking at Lance, they both seemed to challenge each other, Erika remembered the times she had seen them collide with each other, they never exchanged more than a few words, at least in her presence. They had a past together, they knew each other, if Leiftan had ever shown his true personality, without masks or deception, it was Lance. Betrayed by her thoughts and natural impulsiveness, she blurted out a question that should have stayed in her head.

- How did you meet him? -

Erika kept her gaze on the Aengel when her words landed, she turned to Lance who seemed like he couldn't believe what she had said, before he managed to stammer an excuse Erika fled in terror without saying anything else.

[marauder-exe]

Sweater- Remus Lupin

Request: Hey boo! Love your writing, and that prompt list? Aaaaamazing. Maybe you could do one with remus with 54,64 and 79 from prompt list #2?? If not that's totally cool, I Don't know, just got that idea last night:) Lots of loveee.

Prompts:

54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

64. “Your bedhead is really cute”

79. “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

Word count: 1.6K

You where so Absolutely, Undeniably, Indubitably tired. You had stayed up the previous night studying, and you had to pull n all nighter later tonight to study for a shitty potions exam, my god you hated N.E.W.T.S. The rest of your friends, the Marauders, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, everyone had already studied and got an early night, while you procrastinated, so you had to cram the night before. This is hell, why do you do this? But you decided to take full advantage of the empty common room and decided to set up shop down their for the night. It was 10Pm, you where fresh faced, full from supper and have a cup of tea. How hard could Potions be to grasp?

It turns out very hard. All of the stuff that actually went into your brain just got muddled up, and it just wasn't going well. Your tea had been left to go cold, and the entirety of your notes had been spilled out over the common room table. It was getting chilly, and you needed some more tea anyway, so you decided to take a break. How you hadn't gotten colder earlier is a mystery, as you where wearing biker shorts and a tank top. You grabbed your cup, and stood up, when the cold sent a shiver down your spine and goosebumps rose on your skin. Then an idea popped into your head. Every day since you met him, Remus Lupin had worn the exact same, comfy looking, sweater, day in, day out. And to be honest, that's something you could use right now. You crept up the stairs, closer to the boys dorm, and quietly knocked on, you waited a few seconds, but there was no reply.

“Rem?” You whisper-shouted.

Then almost instantaneously, the door swung open, revealing none other than Remus Lupin, with no shirt, plaid pyjama pants and a book in his hand. Of course. He gave you a warm smile as he opened the door for you to step into the room. Man he looked so damn adorable in the low light.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing up, its like 2Am?” He gave a questioning look.

“I'm sorry, its what?” Since when did it get that late, you could've sworn you'd only started studying an hour ago. He nodded toward the clock on his night stand, which, in classic Remus fashion, was also drowned in old books and chocolate. You let out a quiet giggle.

“Guess the time just got away from me. I was wondering...” You chuckled nervously, why was it so damn hard to ask this man for a sweater. Right, he was Remus. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you, and I could really use the comfort right now?” He just kinda stood there, jaw slack, fumbling over his words, trying to explain how much he would love to give you any sweater he owned, without sounding creepy of course.

“If you two are gonna shag, could you maybe do it quietly? I'm trying to sleep here” The grumbled voice of Sirius came from the end bed. Remus threw a pillow at him as you both blushed profusely.

“Yeah.” He said abruptly. “I mean yeah, of course you can, yeah, yeah, of course, yeah” He repeated, with a nervous laughter.

“So, can I borrow it?” You questioned sarcastically with a laugh.

“Yeah, ill go get it” He laughed lowly. He tried to be as smooth as he could but when you where around, he had the function of a paper plate. Trying to retrieve the jumper from his trunk, he slipped a few times, laughing and mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’. How can one man be so cute.  He quickly jogged back over to you, about to hand you the sweater, when he stopped to admire your beauty for a second, your face lit by the candle light. Well what he thought to be a second but was more closer to a minute, being snapped out of his daydream by a quiet ‘Rem?’ Coming from you. God he loved that nickname. He laughed and apologised, handing you the sweater.

“Don't stay up too late though, love, you wont be able to focus if you have no sleep” he lectured. “You want some chocolate to take down with you?” You gratefully accepted his offer, marvelling at the mass amounts of chocolate he had. He gave you a variety. You knew he had given you his expensive chocolate he had gotten for his birthday. But you pretended not to notice and thanked him for the gesture with a kiss on the cheek as you quickly ushered out of the room. Scared if you stayed too long, you'd do something you regret. Of course, you left so quick, you just missed the deep blush that appeared on Remus’ face as he held a hand against his cheek where you had just kissed. He heard a low “Man, you are soooooo whipped” From Sirius, but just threw a pillow at him. He lay back down on his bed, dreaming of you.

After your sweater and chocolate exchange with Remus, you decided to duck back into the kitchens for some more tea. A quick caffeine top up is just what you needed. As you got back to the common room it was quickly approaching 2:30Am, You decided to get a few more hours of study done, but now in Remus’ comfy sweater. Obviously it was wayyy to comforting, because you ended up nodding off on the common room couch at 4Am, engulfed by the sweater and surrounded by the smell of Remus.

While you slept soundly downstairs, Remus looked up at his clock. 4:45Am. Sleep alluded him lately much to his chagrin. His dreams were usually filled to the brim with you, wondering what his life would be like if you two where together. But recently, he had been thinking about doing something about it, causing him some sleepless nights. He though you liked him, he was 90% sure, okay more like 60%. But the marauders had him convinced that she liked him back. Hell even lily knew that the Gryffindor princess was smitten for Werewolf Boy. He just wanted you to be his, and for him to not be a bumbling, stammering, blushing mess around you He lay in his own head space for about 45 minutes, until he realised you where still downstairs. He was worried you might work yourself to death at this rate. So he quietly shuffled out of his bed, making his way down the stairs. What he saw when he got down there was, perhaps, the one thing he’d want to see for the rest of his life. You where curled up around a pillow on the common room couch, Remus’ sweater drowning you. You where bathing in the Dawn sunlight, and you looked absolutely ethereal. He thought if there was heaven on earth this would be it. If there where big, cartoon heart eyes in real life, he’d definitely have them right bout now. He stood there staring at you, with his big, cartoon heart eyes for a solid five minutes, until you began to stir and wake up. He tried to busy himself looking over your papers and other miscellaneous things on the table.

“Hey, Remmy, not stealing my notes are you?” You giggled in your cute morning voice. He stood, frozen and slack jawed. How could one woman be so perfect? “Rem? Oh no, what's wrong? Is it my terrible bed head?” You panicked trying to flatted your crazed hair. He quickly shook himself from his daydream.

“No, its… Your bed head is cute” He mumbled lowly, you giggled. “Its just… I cant believe your wearing my clothes.”

“Well yeah, that was why I asked for it, it smells good” You breathed In the scent of his sweater, and Remus looked at you. Sat there, with a bed head, sleep deprived, having just woken up, still looking like an angel on earth. Why was he doing nothing about it? To hell if he was gonna let some douche get you before he could.

“Rem?” You questioned, blushing under his abnormally long stare. And before you knew it he had immediately rushed to you, his lips attaching to yours, passionate but hungry. He pulled away, his forehead resting against yours. “Ive been wanting to do that for a while” He laughs and you giggle. But you where cut short by a slow clap ensuing from behind you, you both turned to see Sirius on the staircase, classic smirk and everything. Remus was about to scold Sirius and warn him not to tell the boys but Sirius already knew it. “Don't worry. ‘Remmmmyyyy’” He said in a dreamy voice. “I wont tell the boys” Remus released  breath and started counting down.

“3...2...1...” You furrowed your brows to question him, but it was soon answered by Sirius clamouring up the stairs screaming James’ name, probably about to tell him what just happened.

“Back in a sec, love” He said before rushing after Sirius, his werewolf traits no match for Sirius’ dog ones. You just stared after him, before shrinking down into the couch, sighing dreamily.