#ugh its late i should sleep

[i-am-a-living-god]

Anyone else ever look in a mirror and think "wow, that person is so pretty! But that's not me though."

[fisheadz]

Me: alright, it’s time for bed! It’s earlier then I usually retire for the night (1:30am), my phone is off, I’ve got my required background noise, it’s dark and not too cold, I’m relatively comfortable compared to how I normally am, I think I’ll be able to sleep great tonight—

Me at 5:00am: shit fuck.

[guinevereslancelot]

job interview this morning! 🫠😭🙃😬🤢😐👍

[phantaloon]

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[petrells]

12am thoughts while i wait for laundry: let me have fun w/ art again!!!!

[nachfo]

Why is everyone so much better?

[ittybittyfanblog]

Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) – Pt. 2

Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and a–less–oblivious player. That’s it, that’s the plot. A/N: Ok, I’ve decided to make this by series, so this one’s just going to be purely Sylus. I hope nobody minds the specific names/places/etc. I wanted to create a personality for the “player” and add a bit of backstory work (loosely based on yours truly lol) for the sake of storytelling, but there won't be any distinct description of the player’s physical appearance <3 Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, suggestive language, bouts of delusion

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt. 6 - Pt. 7 - Pt. 8 - Pt. 9 - Pt. 10 - Epilogue

Riiiiing– RiiiNGGGGG––

...

“Huh… whazat—?” 

A shrill—earsplitting, headache-inducing, completely fucking loud—noise wakes you up rather rudely from your peaceful slumber at… Jesus Christ, what time is it? 

You blink your bleary eyes open, once… twice—fuck, all you know that it’s too goddamn early for all this ruckus. Groaning, you clumsily try to find the source of the unexpected wake-up call. Quite literally in this case. 

Your hand bumps the vibrating phone straight off the edge of the mattress—along with the charger cord still attached to it—and you cuss up a storm when you hear it clatter on the hardwood floor.

The ringing finally stops, and you’re perfectly content to leave it there and fall back to sleep when, not even ten seconds later, the blasted thing rings back to life, taunting you awake. 

Angrily, you wrestle against the threadbare blanket wrapped around your body like a warm cocoon, pushing yourself out of bed with all the rage of a sleep-deprived insomniac who’s been up til the buttcrack of dawn to grab your—huh, relatively intact—phone off the ground, while the charger cable swings haphazardly from the weight of the power brick on its tail end.  

Without checking the caller, you swipe right to answer. “What?” 

“Don’t use that tone on me, young lady,” Your mother grouses on the other end of the line. “It’s almost noon! Did you just wake up?” 

Barely five hours of sleep. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you shut your eyes and sigh. “No, mom. Sorry, just had a late night,” you clear your throat in an attempt to sound more composed. “What’s up?” 

“Oh, dear. Is it because of work again?” Something akin to sympathy replaces the sternness in her voice, and you dread the all-too-familiar spiel that comes next. “You know, honey, there’s a job opening for a– what was it again? I have to double check, but it’s where your Auntie Helen works. You know your Auntie Helen—” 

“Mom,” you interrupt, before she could go off on a tangent. “Work is fine, don’t worry. Why d’you call?” 

“Should I need a reason to call my daughter who's living by her lonesome, a country away from—” 

“Mom!” 

“Oh, alright,” she finally relents, sounding slightly exasperated. “Were you able to book me and Jodie the roundtrip flight to Orlando? Your cousin’s wedding is barely a month away and I want all the documents ready by now, sweetie.” 

Shit. “Ah— yeah. I’ll email you the flight itinerary in a bit, I’m just–” you catch sight of your protruding hamper, innocuous but an eyesore nonetheless, right by the doorway of your humble studio unit. “I mean, I just left the condo. To do errands and stuff. I’ll send the details to you when I get back home, okay?” 

“Okay, honey,” she sighs. “You stay safe outside now. Don’t talk to strangers.” 

“I am a perfectly responsible adult—” The call disconnects. “Hello? Great.” 

You rub away the remnants of sleep from your eyes, fully aware that your day’s already started, despite your reluctance. Might as well get a head start on today’s agenda.

First thing’s first– brunch. Oh, it’s almost one. Lunch, then. I could maybe grab a hotdog from the corner store before heading to Landers. Oh wait, laundry. Gotta pass by the laundromat downstairs, too. Ugh, c’mon, chop-chop. 

Just as you’re about to stand up from your supine position on the floor, another ping! pulls your attention back to your phone. “Mom, I swear–” 

Ah, you’re finally awake. You’ve had a very long night, kitten. Take it easy for the day – make sure to get enough rest between errands.

I’ll know if you don’t.  

Your heart skips a beat.

Oh! Um. That’s… new. 

… Apparently another one on the growing list of “new features” from the latest update. It doesn't sound like an invitation for you to open the game, strangely enough. It's not a call to action to claim your daily stamina, nor a prompt for you to check your Galaxy Explorer rewards. 

It’s nothing more than a greeting, really. Just one that’s particularly targeted at you, with unnerving accuracy.

You recall the weird (?) events from last night, and the now-erratic beating of your heart suddenly picks up a notch. From the unexpected dialogues to the outrageous amount of dias you’ve somehow ended up with—something you still think is some kind of glitch in the system—you can’t shake the feeling that you’re living out the plot of a Black Mirror episode, as fucking dumb as that sounds. 

Not to mention during Quality Time, Sylus_v2.0 (as you so lovingly dub this version of him in your mind) had been acting more aware of you.

And you’re not talking about the pre-programmed glances that you usually get. No– it’s like he actually hears you. 

He doesn’t say anything. But whenever you make a comment, or utter something under your breath, he reacts with a huff or a hum—depending on the context. If it’s a slew of expletives aimed at your boss, the reaction you’re met with is one of amusement. A snort; sometimes a quiet laugh, if you’re lucky. When you say something self-deprecating, however, it elicits the heavier sighs, the sharp clicks of the tongue. 

At one point, you heard him make a low sound of dissent, something close to a... growl, almost, after making a casual joke about being just another cog in the machine and how offing yourself wouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of late capitalism. As you oft do. 

Your eyes met, and for a split second, it felt like you weren’t looking at just pixels. His gaze weighed heavy on you—almost accusatory. 

It made you feel… naked, somehow. Perceived. 

You recall how quickly you averted your eyes from his, face flushing hotly from a feeling you couldn’t put into words. 

Bone-tired from last night’s (morning) overtime, you didn’t have the time to look up the news on this recent version update—although you really don’t remember any notifications in-game—so you quickly Google, “sylus acting sentient in rcent update loveamd Deepspace???” on your phone browser.

You scroll down for a bit, but none of the search results yield any relevancy, nor are they in any way similar to your current… predicament. 

(Okay, so calling it a predicament is a little unfair. You’re not exactly complaining about anything per se. No complaints from you. At all.)

Deciding that you’d do a deeper dive on Twitter (X) at a later time instead—probably tonight when you do your daily login—you briefly press the side button to lock your phone… not without a final peek at the banner notification from Sylus. 

You press your lips together in an effort to hold back the stupid giggle bubbling up your throat. 

Unfortunately, all the self-control in the world can’t help you and your need to have the last word—from what even—so you ask aloud, to no one except the person you've deluded yourself into thinking is a valid recipient of your one-sided conversation: 

“... Yeah? And what if I don’t?” 

You’re not really waiting for a response (or were you?), but the nervous flutter in your stomach betrays the impatience you're trying to mask with casual indifference. It’s small, unassuming—but there. 

Impatient for what, exactly, you’re not sure. But maybe, just maybe—

Feeling a bit braver now, are we? How bold. Care to say that to my face, sweetheart?

Oh. 

Oh.

An inhuman noise escapes your throat, embarrassingly loud, almost a keen, and you fumble with the device in your hand; the new banner notification still in full view—taunting you. 

You don’t know what to think, you don’t know how to feel. You–

Spring up, like an agitated jack-in-a-box, and the sudden rush of blood in your head leaves you dizzy. You’re a molotov cocktail of emotions; one more bombshell surprise and you might just blow. 

“I’m– later, okay? Uh,” Whew, girl, keep it together. “I need–I need to go.” You almost stumble as you speed walk towards the bathroom.

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If you didn’t switch your phone to silent, didn’t make the conscious effort to ignore any incoming messages, notifications, and whatever else, in a rush to get dressed and go about your day as if it's just like any other weekend—nope, nothing unusual here—you would’ve seen one last cheeky reply:

Of course, sweetie. You take care now. 

Don’t talk to strangers. X

Endnote: This one's pretty short, but I’m world-building, trust. 

Thanks for reading! 

[nomaishuttle]

i hate waking up late in the day *kills myself*

[chrattho1]

matt sturniolo blurb

this early?

warnings: handjob, sub!matt, use of petnames, this is not proofread at all

“mhhph” matt stirs in his sleep. his voice throaty and his eyes heavy , his broad framed chest pressed against your back, hands sliding down to your hips giving your side a little squeeze.

“ma?” he purposely leans into your ear, making sure you hear him.

“mhm?” you frown in your sleep, eyes still shut. not wanting to wake up yet.

“i am so hard right now” matt’s chapped bottom lip grazes your earlobe, making your spine shiver.

you turn yourself around to face him, finally forcing your eyes open. your hand pulls the blanket up lazily to get a look at his condition.

he is so hard right now.

“this early?” a small smile tugs at your sleepy features, teasing him already.

“ugh you know how i get, you were pushing your ass back in me all night. what am i supposed to do?” matt whines pulling you closer.

“you haven’t been such a good boy lately huh?” you already knew that comment is going to make him whine even more. but you liked hearing him like that. when he is just so desperate.

“come on, please ma, i’ll be good, i promise” his thighs pressed together, almost wiggling on the bed.

your fingers trace patterns over his white shirt, clearly enjoying this more than you should.

“mhh…what should we do about this then?” your voice growing seductive with each word, he knows where this is going and he knows you’re going to take your time with him now.

“just-just anything, anything you want mama, i promise i’ll be good” he begs and grabs your arms in his, tightly holding onto them.

“fine, if you promise to do so” your fingers slowly trailing down over his grey tented boxers, and matt is already squirming.

you softly but firmly push his shoulders down to make lay flat on the bed, his breathing heavy.

your body swiftly straddling his lap, legs on either side of his thighs.

“please, ma” he looks at you with the softest most pleading look ever.

“you know i cant say no to that face” you bop his nose, and he whines at your subtle tease at his behaviour.

“so whiny are we?” you scrunch your nose up.

“im gonna cum just like this if you keep that up” matt almost threatens, growing moody every second he has to spend with a raging boner and you propped on his lap.

your hand lays softly on his stomach making its way under his shirt, which is actually nick’s but he’d never admit to that.

once your palm comes in contact with his skin, matt sighs, his tense body relaxing as your hand rubs circles on his stomach under his shirt.

“so tense, ease up baby” you speak seductively arching your back pressing your body onto him.

“fuuuck” matt moans, you know for a fact that if you keep the teasing up for a few more minutes, he will cum just like that.

“ma, please” matt begs again, and fuck does he look good doing it. the way his eyebrows tie, his eyes hood, and his cheeks flush. he is at your mercy completely.

your hand thats on his stomach slides down to his boxers again, settling to cup him through them.

matt’s hips buck at the contact, whimpers fall from his mouth as you slowly stroke him through the boxers.

“oh my—fuuuck” his head falls back, he is a moaning and whimper mess under your slight touch.

“oh you poor boy, is this what you wanted?” your lips form a mocking pout after speaking, your head tilts slightly in front of him.

“y-yes, yes this is what—fuck!” matt speaks between groans and whimpers, god he would be such a good pornstar. you think.

your movements stop, and your hand lays flat on his damp boxers. matt whines again, and this time louder than before.

you smirk at his reaction, wanting more of it.

your index finger tugs at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly, a glimmer of hope and excitement settles on matt’s face.

the moment the boxers slide down, his dick flops up to his stomach, twitching and releasing another bead of pre-cum.

matt groans as the air hits his painfully hard cock, his tip red and swollen.

you waste no time and wrap a small hand at the base of his shaft, slowly moving it all the way up to his tip. your thumb spreading the bead of pre-cum.

“oh m—holy shit” matts mouth hung open as his head props to look at you, sitting on him and teasing his tip.

you lean down hovering your mouth over his tip, his cock twitching in your hand again. you let your tongue fall out, slowly dripping your saliva on to his already moist and dripping tip.

matt’s eyes never leave the scene, moaning and gripping the sheets with everything in him to contain himself.

once your spit is covering his dick sufficiently, your hand starts moving again, this time with a little more pressure.

“ye-yes fuck yes!” his head falls back again, his body jerking and twitching with each one of your strokes.

you look at him carefully, small hair sticking to his forehead,his face all red with a frown on it, he is just so beautiful.

“im gonna cum! im gon’—fuck!” his dick twitches in your hand like a vibrator as he cums, spraying white ropes all over your shirt, your movements come to a halt but your hand still stays wrapped around him.

matt’s chest heaves and his body twitches as his orgasm dies down slowly.

“fuck—” matt looks up at you, his worn out expression giving you just enough to start stroking him again, this time faster.

matt jolts and settles back on the bed, his thighs quivering as his body processes the feeling.

“G-GOD FUCK!” matt screeches, his hand flying to your thigh, grasping onto your pjs.

“f—fuck too much, too much” his voice cracking and his eyes glistening.

you can see his stomach muscles tightening through his white shirt, hes close again.

“OH FUCK ME—FUCK OH—” his eyes pressed together and his nails digging through the soft fabric of your pyjamas.

“you can do it, i know” you speak softly, pulling your other hand that laid on his chest around his dick too, moving faster with every stroke.

his hips buck and his back arches off the bed, his legs shaking beneath you as he comes undone, again.

stray tears hanging at the crinkles of his eyes, as he presses them close. his teeth plough on his bottom lip.

“what-the fuck” he manages to say, his body giving up but still squirmy and tense with aftershocks.

you smile at him, pulling your slick hand off of his dick and it plops down on his stomach, still twitching here and there.

you finally pull yourself up, and remove your cum covered shirt off

“don’t—i don’t think i can—” matt’s tired eyes look away from you, not wanting to get hard again at the sight of you in a bra.

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[darkmatilda]

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your toothbrush was in his bathroom, clothes in the wardrobe, and the sheets had long since grown accustomed to the scent of your skin. you were practically living together, but that day, when you're about to move in officially, one conversation with your boss, one ultimatum, and one decision change the purpose for which you're packing your boxes.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐭𝐰: glasses reid x bau!female reader, ugh mostly fluff with a bit of hurt and comfort, unspecified height difference mentioned

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 5.k

𝐚/𝐧: it wasn’t a request, but @penelopegarciaismygf kind of suggested it in a conversation—thank you, thank you, love, for the inspiration <3

The golden light seeped through the imperfectly covered window, making its pilgrimage across the entire width of the room straight to your bodies buried under the bedding and, more precisely, to your eyes.

You furrowed your brow and rubbed your still half-asleep eyes. The morning silence was fragile but steady—it seemed to rise and fall gently, adjusting to the rhythm of Spencer’s breathing as he lay on his side, facing you. Although the prospect of crawling out of bed, getting up, and going to work didn’t exactly fill you with enthusiasm or make you want to leap to the ceiling with energy, a small, lazy smile spread naturally across your lips.

Maybe it was because of the expression on his sleeping face—or rather half of it, since the other half was buried in the pillow. Maybe it was those unruly brown hair strands you wanted to smooth with your fingers, but you held back, knowing that waking him when he looked so peaceful and idyllic felt almost like committing a crime. Maybe it was simply his presence.

At that very moment, the sound of the alarm clock snapped you out of your trance and pulled Spencer from his sleep. His temples tensed for a second as his eyes started to open. You quickly leaned over his body to reach the source of the noise, silencing it before it could take over the room.

He opened his eyes, blinking slowly, as if shaking off the heavy grip of sleep that had just held him. Then, his still partly absent gaze focused on the figure hovering above him—on you.

You crawled onto him, pressing your weight down just enough to keep him from sitting up.

"I've got good news for you," you began, resting your forearm on his collarbones and propping your chin on it as you spoke.

Your voice was soft, husky—the first words you’d uttered that morning.

Spencer, just as you intended, remained on his back. His hand had somehow found its way to your hip, as if he were making sure you wouldn’t slip off. Looking at you through half-closed eyes, he gave you a gentle smile. 

“What is it?” he asked, his voice edged with a bit of morning rasp that seemed to make the air between you vibrate ever so slightly.

For a moment, you stayed still, simply looking into his eyes, until you remembered that you both had work that day and couldn’t afford to be late. It didn’t matter how warm his body felt beneath you, wrapping around you like a blanket, or how the scent of the night you’d just spent together lingered softly on his skin.

“A good fairy visited you and is offering an extra five minutes of sleep,” you murmured. “While she makes coffee.”

His eyebrows arched slightly with intrigue.

“Is this fairy an altruist, or is there a catch?”

“Mhm. There is a catch. But it’s a pretty easy one,” you said. “Just one kiss. There could’ve been more, but you get a discount for those pretty eyes.”

You even closed your eyes again, waiting for him to fulfill your request. But Spencer remained still—physically, at least—though his sleepy face showed growing amusement.

“The fairy should know I have a girlfriend,” he replied with a slight shrug. “And she wouldn’t be too happy about me kissing someone else in our bed. Even if it is an incorporeal being.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the wide smile spreading across your face.

“The fairy already talked to her about it,” you snorted, brushing his hair away from his forehead. “And she thinks five extra minutes of sleep is an offer too good to pass up. So?”

Spencer let out a defeated sigh.

“Well then…”

You leaned in to kiss him, his head still resting on the pillow. Under the pressure of your lips, he sank even deeper into it, and his hand on your hip tightened its hold. His sleepy mind seemed to have forgotten the concept of moderation, wanting everything at once as he pulled you even closer. For a moment, he forgot to breathe, letting out a soft, involuntary whimper when you pulled away. It wasn’t easy, but someone had to make sure you both didn’t end up getting fired.

“Five minutes,” you reminded him before sliding off of him and then out of bed. 

Well, you didn’t mention that you’d already wasted at least half of that time teasing each other.

He kept his head slightly raised, as if wanting to see you off with all the honor and dignity his sleepy state could muster, following you with his gaze until you reached the bedroom door. But as soon as your foot crossed the threshold, the rustle of the sheets announced his swift retreat back into them, fully intending to make the most of the time granted by the good fairy.

After a wake-up like that, a gentle smile lingered on your lips as you made your way to the bathroom. You’d left a toothbrush there for yourself a while ago, and not long after, a face wash had joined it. Before you knew it, your collection of toiletries at your boyfriend’s place had grown larger than the one at your own. The realization hit you one evening when you and the girls from the team were getting ready for a night out—you couldn’t find your favorite lipstick because, well, it was there. Same with your favorite perfume.

Most of your clothes.

You could say that your entire life’s belongings had slowly started to migrate.

It didn’t bother you—in fact, you were spending more and more time there anyway, and it was convenient to have everything within reach. But it did create a bit of a cycle. You spent another night at Spencer’s place because all your things were there, and all your things were there because you spent another night at Spencer’s place.

Soon enough, your own apartment started to feel a bit foreign. Almost like all those hotels you ended up in while working on cases. Sure, you could relax there, catch your breath after a long day, but it just wasn’t the same.

You headed to the kitchen to make the promised coffee. At that exact moment, Spencer appeared in the doorway as well. His eyes weren’t fully open yet, and his hair was a true mess—barely deserving to be called hair at all. He was trying to put his glasses on the wrong way, accidentally poking himself in the eye.

A snort escaped you.

"I seriously doubt even the strongest coffee could pull you out of this state," you remarked with a touch of amused sarcasm.

"It doesn't hurt to try," he groaned, this time managing to put his glasses on correctly and without risking an eye injury. That’s when his gaze fully landed on you. His lips parted slightly, as if he’d just remembered something. "The mugs are—"

"Here," you finished, opening the exact cabinet where they were stored. Spencer nodded, mouthing a silent right. "You don't have to remind me every time," 

"I know, sorry," he sighed, moving closer to you at the counter where you were making coffee and leaning against it sideways.

His hand, straightened at the elbow, rested on the edge, and the pads of his fingers tapped out a rhythm, as if lost in thought. A similar expression appeared on his face. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him watching you in a thoughtful way.

Handing him the mug of freshly made coffee, you raised your eyebrows.

"Do I have toothpaste around my mouth or what?" you asked.

"What?" He jolted, completely caught off guard by your question. For a moment, he froze in place, then shook his head, realizing he'd zoned out. "No—I... Thanks for the coffee," he said, still looking somewhat dazed.

You tilted your head to the side with curiosity. Was it just regular sleepiness, or something more? Somehow, you had a gut feeling that something a bit more elusive was behind his behavior. You were probably becoming an expert at reading him.

"You're welcome," you replied.

"I really like when you're here in the morning."

"Because I make you coffee?"

He let out a chuckle, lowering his gaze to his mug. Standing so close, only two wisps of steam rising from your drinks separated you. You slowly set yours down on the counter, adopting a more focused, expectant stance.

"Not just because of that," he denied, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. For a moment, he held his mug in an uncertain grip, as if he'd forgotten what it was for. Only after a prolonged sigh did he also set it aside, briefly rubbing his forehead.

"Maybe I should put it better. It's not just that I like when you're here in the morning."

He paused, lifting his eyes to meet yours through the small difference in height between you. You saw how the softness in his dark, now fully awake eyes mingled with a hint of nervousness. He swallowed.

"I like when you're here. Just...here."

For some reason, an inexplicable stress washed over you too. For a moment, you felt surprised by it, only to realize a beat later what this feeling was called.

Excitement.

"Mhm," you hummed slowly. "I like it too. I mean, being here."

You thought you knew where this conversation was headed. You thought you wanted to help guide it there, but at the same time, you didn’t want to apply any pressure. If he didn’t ask, that was fine. But if he did...

"I've actually been thinking about this a lot lately," Spencer continued. "You know, we work together. I mean, I know you know we work together..." He blinked. "Okay, from the top. What I meant to say is that since we work together, it would actually be quite practical. We wouldn’t have to commute from two different places and...and our carbon footprint would be smaller..."

"Spencer—"

 "...So it wouldn’t just be convenient, but also economical and, I think, enjoyable, because, as we both just agreed, we like being here, with each other..."

You opened your mouth, but he beat you to it again.

"But if not, that's totally fine. I’m not trying to pressure you, of course—the most important thing is whether you want to, whether we both want to, but I just... I just wanted you to know that I really would like that, and it’s just a matter of..."

"Spencer, are you trying to ask me to move in with you?"

You felt that if you didn’t put it into clear words yourself, he might never get there. He’d sooner deliver an entire lecture on CO2 emissions, lose his train of thought halfway through, and somehow end up talking about the JFK assassination—leaving both of you completely unsure what his original point was.

You couldn’t really criticize him for it, because you knew you’d listen, completely enchanted, for an embarrassingly long time—thinking about how adorable he was when he drifted off-topic without even realizing it.

Spencer paused for a moment, his lips slightly parted, as if he were in shock that it was possible to say it so simply. He nodded eagerly.

You, too, froze for a moment, because, well, it had just hit you. He had really meant to ask that from the beginning—it wasn’t just a figment of your imagination or some mistaken assumption. You drew in a deeper breath, nodding even more eagerly, because forming a full sentence had suddenly become quite difficult.

"Are you sure?" The question slipped out, and he seemed amused by it.

Okay, asking that after he even brought up ecological reasons was seriously unnecessary.

"Of course I am. I've been sure for a while, actually. I wanted to suggest it earlier... but I didn't know how you felt. I wasn't sure if you’d think it was too soon."

You took a sip of coffee, barely tasting it because you were so absorbed in the situation and his words. You, too, had spent a lot of time thinking about moving in together, not knowing how to bring up the topic. There was no universal rule for when a couple should start considering living together—no ancient script with a clear decree to do it after a set number of months. They say that living together is what truly tests a couple, showing you each other in the most intimate situations, in a place where the dress code requires taking off the mask. It's not uncommon for this stage to be the beginning of the end.

But you weren’t worried about that at all. You knew you’d make it work—this thought dominated your mind, and no doubts could withstand its strength. After all, you’d already been practically living together for a while; bringing a few more things from your apartment wouldn’t change anything—if anything, it would only solidify what already was.

The only stress you felt was the good kind.

"I’ll need to move everything over. Well, it’s not that much since most of it’s already here, but still, it’s a job for a day off, which means..." You were already planning everything and estimating how many boxes you’d need. The effect of excitement, probably.

But then your gaze fell on the clock, then on your boyfriend, still in his loose sleep t-shirt, and finally on your own clothes.

"Oh, shit, Spencer, we’re gonna be late!"

He straightened up, realizing the same thing. You pressed the mug to your lips, wanting to finish your coffee as quickly as possible and immediately get moving to get dressed. Despite the rush, you still tried to savor that morning.

Soon, good fairies, moving plans, and cardboard boxes would be replaced by something else—specifically bodies, victims, and unsubs.

*

"I'm exhausted," you groaned, leaning your shoulder and temple against the wall.

Concern shimmered in Spencer's eyes as he stood across from you.

"We'll be home soon," he reassured you gently. But then, his brow furrowed. "At least, I hope we'll be home soon. I have no idea what Hotch wants to talk to us about. Do you?"

You shook your head. The boss had told you both to wait for him outside his office, so there you were, leaning against the wall opposite the door with his name on it. You wondered what this could be about, but you were too tired to really care. The last three days had been spent working on an incredibly difficult case in another state, and all you wanted now was to crash into bed, snuggle up against your boyfriend, and erase everything from your memory.

Tense, you wrapped your arms around yourself.

"I swear, if he comes in here to tell us we're going on some secret mission to Florida to chase a cannibal who makes human soup, I won’t even cry," you declared. "I'll just jump out the window right away."

"You’d lose your job," Spencer pointed out. "And, well, you’d die."

"Interesting that you mentioned losing my job first. Boyfriend of the year, no doubt."

"Oh, don’t complain."

He snorted, but a tiny, tired smile lingered on his lips. Before moving closer to you, he glanced around. At work, you both rarely showed affection—it was something you had mutually agreed upon. Well, the FBI wasn’t exactly the place for that kind of thing.

However, the fact that you were completely alone in that hallway convinced him to break your private protocol. He leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“We’ll survive the talk with Hotch, and then it’s just…”

“Sleeping,” you finished with a dreamy sigh, resting your temple against his chest.

“Well, not exactly,” he replied. His hand found its way to your head, fingers gently tangled in your hair. “Tomorrow, we’re spending the whole day cleaning out your old place, remember?”

You let out a long groan.

“Why can’t everything just magically transport itself instead of needing actual human effort…”

“Because…” Before he could respond with some undoubtedly logical explanation, something alerted him, and he stepped back from you.

You glanced over your shoulder. Hotch was approaching, clad in a black suit and, much like you both, wearing a less-than-fresh expression.

"I'm glad you stayed," he said, his tone a bit robotic and devoid of any emotion, which amusingly contrasted with his words.

As if we had a choice, you thought as he led you into his office. He took a seat on the other side of the desk, and you quickly exchanged glances with Reid. You were both starting to feel a bit anxious. There was something in Hotch’s posture and stride that didn’t exactly suggest, say, a raise.

"Did something happen?" Spencer asked, his brow furrowing. "Is it about the case, or maybe the report...?"

"No, it has nothing to do with that," Hotch stated. You held back from exchanging another glance. He froze for a moment, his gaze fixed on both of you, but his expression gave nothing away. Then...he sighed.

"We're all tired, so I'll get straight to the point. This is about the two of you."

"I think we figured that much out," you remarked.

The sarcasm wasn’t meant to be rude—it slipped out as a natural response to the sudden wave of stress that washed over you. Hotch's gaze lingered on you for a moment, and that was all it took. You knew what this was about. You simply felt it.

"You know that relationships between agents aren’t exactly encouraged here."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Spencer’s face grow taut. A prolonged silence fell over the room. Neither of you spoke, as if staying quiet might somehow halt the conversation altogether—freeze it in that moment and then let it melt away, disappearing like a cube of ice.

A lump formed in your throat, so massive it made swallowing difficult.

"But they aren't forbidden," you said.

It was true—there was no such rule. If there had been...well, you weren’t sure what would’ve happened to you two. Would you have hidden it? Or maybe you’d never have allowed anything to develop between you in the first place? It wasn’t the kind of question you pondered for fun before falling asleep, so you genuinely had no idea.

In theory, you hadn’t done anything wrong, yet in practice, you were sitting in Hotch’s office.

Something had to be up—something had to be wrong.

"Which doesn't change the fact that such relationships are not looked upon favorably," your boss continued. There was no reprimand in his voice—he wasn’t scolding you for being together. In fact, you doubted he cared about it at all. The fact that you were in a relationship hadn’t changed the way you did your job in any way.

"And it also doesn't change the fact that you've attracted particular attention," he paused for a longer moment, cleared his throat, still incredibly calm, though something was beginning to break through on his face as he stared at you both. Displeasure? "If it were up to me..."

"It actually is up to you," Spencer interrupted him, sitting as straight as a string in his seat, staring at him almost without blinking. There was a silent plea in that gaze. And perhaps the last echoes of denial that had long since quieted in you. That’s why you didn’t even flinch when Hotch shook his head. "Right? You could vouch for us...It didn’t start yesterday, you know our relationship has never once caused us to botch a case, or anything like that, not once has it negatively impacted an investigation—"

"Reid, I am fully aware of that. This is not my decision," he emphasized. His next words came out slightly quieter. "Just as it’s not my decision which one of you will leave the team. I know this will be difficult, but I’m leaving it up to you."

Spencer parted his lips, not knowing what to say, while you only took a loud breath and held it at the top. Suddenly, you didn’t feel sleepy anymore. You felt as if a soap bubble had burst right in front of your eyes, and a bit of the stinging liquid had gotten into them. But above all, everything colorful and wonderfully distorted by the bubble’s shifting surface had suddenly vanished.

You could have predicted this. The last few months had been going too well. Something had to burst.

You were the first to shake off the shock and rise from your seat. Your movements felt as if something was restraining you.

“We’ll let you know what we decide,” you said to your boss.

Spencer stared at you with a dazed expression. Not directly at your face, but at the calmness surrounding you. He shook his head, not blinking.

“No, wait, we don’t—” he trailed off, watching Hotch nod as you slowly moved toward the door. He stood up as well, but he didn’t look like he intended to follow you. “We can just figure this out; no one has to leave the team. Who decided this?”

“We should go,” you said quietly, before Hotch could answer him.

He met your gaze, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. From his perspective, it might have seemed strange—as if you were choosing to give up without so much as a discussion or an attempt to change anything. But perhaps you simply accepted things more easily, even the worst news, and recognized when a situation was truly lost.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Spencer finally decided to follow you, clearly unsettled by your strange behavior. Before you both left, you managed to exchange a fleeting glance with Hotch. Brief, yet filled with a certain understanding. Because he, of course, knew.

You didn’t have a heated argument on the way to your car—in fact, you didn’t say a word. He watched you closely, and it was clear that so many questions were pushing against his lips, a whole shapeless, chaotic mass of them. That state lingered even inside, the parking lot nearly deserted, and the night—just an ordinary night like any other day of the year—felt somehow withdrawn and distant, as if it was afraid to come between you.

"I don't understand you," Spencer finally said, his hands dropping onto his knees in a gesture filled with helplessness. He had been sitting completely turned toward the front windshield, his gaze fixed there, and only shifted it to you a second before speaking. "Instead of trying to handle this, you decided to walk out."

"Because it can't be handled," you said firmly, pressing your back hard against the seat. "We can argue and try, of course we can, but what's the point? This isn't some new school rule we don't like—it's our job, our team, and a whole lot of people above us. "Listen, I don't want it to look like I just gave up right away. I just looked at it realistically. If even Hotch couldn't do anything..." You waved your hand with a sigh, as if that gesture could finish the sentence.

Spencer took off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. He drew out the motion, gathering his thoughts.

"It's not fair that he left us with this decision," he said after a long moment. "Basically speaking, he just dumped it on us. And what are we supposed to do now? Choose which one of us leaves the team?"

You didn't feel like the question needed an answer. This was the situation you were in—that was the fact—and even Spencer seemed to be starting to understand it. You didn't have the strength to face the looming sense of injustice. It would be different if you had actually committed some violation or broken any rules. Then, at least, it would make sense. But as it stood, you were put in this position simply because word of your relationship had reached the wrong ears—ears that had decided to shut it down, seemingly out of nothing more than some arbitrary whim.

You looked at each other again, in a quiet stillness that made it harder for you to breathe. He gave a slight nod, swallowing. He didn’t look like someone making a decision. He looked simply lost. Like you, he was exhausted. Combined, the two of you sat side by side, incredibly fragile and weak, forced to make an overwhelming decision in this state.

You wanted to speak, but he beat you to it.

"I can do it," he declared. He cut the last syllable short, almost swallowing it, as if he was afraid his voice might break. He held eye contact with you only sporadically, but you didn’t need to look into his eyes—or even at him—to understand the obvious truth. That this job meant so much to him. "I have...I really have plenty of other offers. There’s bound to be something even better than the BAU. You should stay."

"Don’t be ridiculous."

"I'm not," he insisted. "I...I'm a good profiler, but I’ve never been great in the field. Not as good as you. You’re smart, you adapt well to new situations. If you stay, you’ll be far more valuable to them than I ever could be."

He looked into your eyes, and the fact that he was saying what he truly felt seemed almost too much to bear. You hid your face in your hands for a fleeting moment, then stretched out your hand, stopping him from saying anything more.

"We’re not discussing this," you declared.

It was, in a way, cruel—to have to look each other in the eye and say out loud which of you mattered more. But, thankfully, you didn’t have to do that. For one reason, a reason that echoed through all the looks Hotch had given you during your conversation. And whose beginning lay a few weeks back, in the offer you had received—but had kept entirely to yourself.

"Well, I’d rather not either, but we have to—"

"We don’t have to," you interrupted him, exhaling sharply. For a moment, you turned your face toward the side window before looking back at him to say the words you hadn’t yet had the chance to voice out loud. "I...Two weeks ago, I also received an offer. Something... something really serious, but I didn’t want to tell anyone because I knew you’d try to convince me to take it, and that would mean, um...it would mean..."

He gently reached for your arm.

"Maybe you should start from the beginning?"

Focusing on his touch, you nodded.

"It's Interpol. And well, not exactly a job—it's training. Undercover Operations and Covert Techniques, something...something that would give me a lot of opportunities."

"Is that something you’d want?"

"Spencer, it's in the Netherlands."

You saw it—the expression on his face shifted for a fraction of a second. He lowered his gaze to hide it, then returned to his original position, forcing a slight smile that didn’t quite land.

"But still. Is it something you want?"

Slowly, you reached for his hand on your shoulder, covering it with your own. You gently ran your fingers over the back of his hand, over his knuckles.

 "I don’t want to leave you."

He leaned his face closer to yours, gently shaking his head from side to side.

"That’s not something that should hold you back. Did you want to take it?"

You shrugged, because, truly, it was a complicated matter for you.

"I was considering it, but I was a bit scared. I’ve gotten used to our team. Well, after today’s conversation with Hotch, I’d probably agree to it without hesitation—after all, one of us has to," you explained on an exhale. "But it’s a different continent, and lately...lately, everything has been so good. Between us. Not that it wasn’t before, but recently, I keep catching myself thinking that I love you, and it feels so natural and so honest and so good, and I was supposed to move in tomorrow, and I feel like I’m going to ruin everything by leaving right now..."

You fell silent, feeling the first tears welling up in your eyes under the weight of all the thoughts and doubts. You tried to push them away by looking up and blinking faster. When you looked at him again, his gaze followed your actions with a gentle sadness.

“You won’t ruin anything,” he promised quietly, his hand shifting in yours, trying to hold on more firmly. Slowly, you relaxed your fingers around his. “It was good, you’re right, but... we can’t stay in the same place forever. And it wouldn’t be wise to turn down such an offer just because of this.”

You stayed quiet for a moment. Once you’d started spilling your doubts and fears, it was hard to stop.

“It’s not just that,” you admitted hesitantly. “I know you know the statistics. What percentage of relationships fall apart when one person leaves?”

“It doesn’t matter because statistics don’t apply to us,” he stated firmly, straightening slightly. “Statistics say drowning in a bathtub is more likely than a plane crash, and I’m sure you’re more stressed about flying than taking a bath.”

"I don’t know what you’re getting at."

 "Me neither."

You stared at him in silence for a moment before the corners of your mouth curled up. It was a somewhat bitter smile, a paradoxical expression of the weight on your chest and the fears swirling inside you. You took a deeper breath, the air trembling as it moved through your lungs, and leaned in to rest your forehead against his. A simple gesture, allowing yourself to close your eyes and, if only for a brief moment, shut off your mind.

"I love you too," he said after a long moment.

You opened your eyes, a bit surprised by the suddenness of his confession.

"Earlier, you said you catch yourself thinking that you love me. And well, if my memory serves me right...I never really told you that, at least not directly. But I do, and maybe, hm, maybe that's why I know that we'll be alright. No matter what happens."

A part of you wanted to ask out loud if he truly believed that. Another part didn’t need any more reassurance—constantly seeking it only fed your insecurities and fears. So you simply nodded gently, your foreheads still pressed together.

“We’ll be alright,” you echoed him.

Those words carried a certain calm with them. They weren’t a promise that could be kept or broken, setting you up for great disappointment. They were simply a fact, tossed into the air, and despite their lightness, they found their own path, eventually sticking to your heart.

“Can we go home now?”

He pulled his head back, leaving his hand in yours, and just nodded softly.

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[Name]

"So I'm Dracula's daughter, [Name]"

"Killer Style! I love to splash my black outfits with some cheery pink, and I even carry a frilly umbrella so I can take an occasional walk in the sun!"

Grim 'The Great' "I'm gonna let you be my minion lucky you!"

"MYAH! STOP IT STOP PETTING ME MINION- Oh that feels nice... MINION BRUSH ME! Can I also have some tuna..? Please... I MEAN GIVE IT"

"AWWWW GRIMMM! You're gonna look Fangtastic! with this cute bow!"

A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

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Riddle Rosehearts "If you refuse to obey the queens rules, you understand what will happen right?"

"NOW! Like I said you have to- why are you not following me inside?"

"Old Vampire rule we have to he invited inside"

"Oh my deep apologise... come inside I'll give you some tea"

Housewarden of Heartslabyul. A serious-minded student who firmly upholds the rules written by the Queen of Hearts. While a top student, he is easily angered and just as strict with others as he is with himself.

Trey Clover "Just the one I wanted to see! Would you help me paint the roses red?"

"Here [Name] I made these pink desserts for you to try out" - Trey

"Omg! These are Scarily good Trey!"

"You should come by more to have the desserts or just to watch me bake. I wouldn't mind"

Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul. Mild-mannered, he acts as a parental figure for the dorm's students, and is frequently left to smooth things over when Riddle's strictness gets out of hand.

Cater Diamond "Play Croquet with me"

"Your cute Batsy~! Hey maybe if you want we can go out together it would look so good for my magi-cam! Plus they'd get to see the new chick!"

"YOUR SO RIGHT CATER! We should totes Fang-out soon maybe go shopping!"

Casual and carefree, this expert room-reader is often called on to mediate between others. He's always on top of the latest trends, and has an exhaustive familiarity with social media in all its forms.

Deuce Spade "Hurry up. We'll lose our heads if were late to the tea party" "I'm a vegan, no icky blood for me, so it's fruits, vegetables and a lot of iron supplements."

"but your a vampire... I'll take note of that for when we go out again!"

An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage. He tries as hard as he can in his schoolwork, but he can be slow on the uptake, and his grades suffer as a result.

Ace Trappola "Stop Spacing out. You wanna get lost in a rose maze?"

"YOUR A VAMPIRE?! LIKE THE ONE THAT SUCKS BLOOD THE TYPES THAT KILL HUMANS?!"

"Well I don't do the whole blood stuff-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT?!"

A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and Deuce are both Heartslabyul freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

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Leona Kingscholar "Honestly, most of your life's decided for you from the moment you're born. There's no point in workin hard"

"Are you seriously doing my hair while Im trying to sleep right now?"

"Of course you have to look your absolute best! Plus these beads needed to be re-braided into your hair!"

"Ugh... wake me up when your done so we can go on a stroll"

Housewarden of Savanaclaw. Perpetually effort-averse, his immense magical ability contrasts with his lazy demeanor. Given his position as the secondborn prince in his homeland, he treats others with an imperious attitude.

Ruggie Bucchi "You're pretty brave, Stepping foot into our territory shyeheehee"

"Ya know shishishi you should fork over some of the food you have~ Since you cant eat meat and all dont want you to pass out or anything"

"Of corpse! Here have some of my vegetables too"

A long-suffering runt who spends most of his time cleaning up Leona's messes, both literally and figuratively. Raised in a poor environment, he gets downright shameless when it comes to food.

Jack Howl "If you're scared tuck your tail and get outta here. I'm more then enough for them on my own"

"OH MY GHOUL! Are you a werewolf?! Thats soooo good! I have lots of werewolf friends so Its nice to be around someone familiar well monster wise"

"I'm a beastman-"

[ Cue you grinning and showing your fangs ]

"Yup werewolf sure lets go with that"

A stern student focused on self-betterment. He's the kind of misfit who hates acting buddy-buddy with others, but still respects the pecking order.

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Azul Ashengrotto "Come this way. We musn't lurk in doorways. It's rude"

"Angel Fish~ dont fret this necklace is  just a gift as a thank you for your help from last week! Nothing more nothing less..."

"Aww thank you~! Your so sweet Zul!"

"Of course.. for you I'll he glad to help for a price..."

Housewarden of Octavinelle. He runs a café on campus and makes it a point to gather information in all forms. His benevolent demeanor belies an extremely calculating personality.

Jade Leech "If you have a problem we can help you"

"Hmm.."

"What are you thinking?"

"You cant go into the sun right?"

"Nope! Not unless with my parasol and my lots of layers of sunscreen!"

"would you enjoy to swim with me tonight. It would suite well for you wouldnt it?"

"Uhm... Yeah"

Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle and twin brother to Floyd. He is soft-spoken and courteous to everyone he deals with.

Floyd Leech "C'mere. I'll give you a nice, tight squeeze"

"Vampire Squid~ why are you under the tree?"

"I left my parasol in the library by accident... and it was cloudy before but now Im here having to wait for abit and I'm already late for my next class"

"Hmm kay~ up we go"

"What-"

"Lets go Vampy we have to get you your parasol you can become a little bat right? I can hide you in my blazer wheheh"

"Thats- acutally not a bad Idea"

Twin brother to Jade. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next. He likes to call others by odd pet names.

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Kalim Al-Asim "You'll liven things up. I'd know; I'm an excellent judge of character!"

"BRING ON THE FEAST!"

"Kalim- I- I cant eat this..."

"Oh? Oh! No no! Dont worry this is traditional Scarabian food!"

"Wait what..."

"Do not worry we separated the meat from your meal! I had Jamil make you food that suites you so you don't pass out. You don't like meat and blood right? Oh and we also used the curtains to not get the sun in here cause Jamil said you got burnt! We don't want that"

"Your the best"

Housewarden of Scarabia. Born into vast wealth, he is a generous boy who always has a smile on his face. He's grown up with Jamil since a young age, and considers him a brother in all but blood.

Jamil Viper "Could you be a diamond in the rough?"

"Here. Since Kalims been acting off I'll make sure you'll get the care you need. Im here for you"

"Thanks Jamil- Oh my ghoul! You have fangs and a little snake tongue!"

"Huh- oh yes ahem its not anything weird though"

"Woah so you do fit your last name! Viper thats so Vamptastic!"

"You are squishing my face alot [Name]"

Vice Housewarden of Scarabia. Born into a family that has served Kalim's family for generations, he has spent the better part of his childhood and later life being subjected to Kalim's carefree whims.

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miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - can’t sleep

you just can’t sleep without your husband next to you (i hope my spanish was okay)

Maybe it’s your cycle, maybe its just the fact that you’ve been literally working all day for the past 3 weeks, but you’re tired as shit. The bags under your eyes are almost purple, your entire body hunches over like a zombie when you walk, you barely have time to think nor speak to anyone else besides your husband. The entire building is lowkey worried you’ll snap one day. 

Even Miguel is worried. Much how you like to do to him, Miguel’s been constantly ushering you to rest a little, borderline bribing you with nice takeout or some kisses to get you to sleep. But, to no avail. your sleep schedule is genuinely fucked. 

You’re cranky, hungry, and sleep deprived. 

At the moment, Miguel doesn’t really know where you are. Considering your current state, he thinks you’re out on a mission, or at least somewhere in the office. 

He’s already tried walking through the entire office just looking for you. He checked the cafeteria, gym, hallway, etc. muttering, “Where th’fuck are they?” But, you were nowhere to be found.

So, Miguel tries something different. He pulls up his watch, scrolling down to a button that he really only should be using for emergencies, but to Miguel, this is an emergency on its’ own. 

He presses the button, and suddenly his entire face is broadcasted to every single watch in the building. Dramatically, the emergency siren turns on, and all the spider-people are on their feet. 

“If anyone sees my wife, please report back to me asap. Tell her to come see me, I can’t find her anywhere.“

The whole office can see Miguel rub a hand over his face, visibly both annoyed and tired. Everyone starts looking back and forth, tilting heads and making sure that you didn’t just happen to be around somewhere. Once the camera turns off, though, nearly the entire building starts chuckling. 

It’s crazy how much Miguel’s face utterly lights up when he sees his watch ringing without your contact photo. Literally in a split second, he presses the button, opening up a microphone icon. 

“Miguel?“

Ugh, he just loves the sound of your voice. 

“¿Si querida?“

He hears you groan, possibly the sound of bedsheets shuffling, and it pulls at his heart. You’ve been so miserable lately, he just wants to see you back to your happy self again. 

“Come home, now.“

Just the tone of your voice alone put a worried frown on Miguel’s face. (He never likes to admit how much of an impact your emotions have on him.) An ugly, anxious swarm starts to build at the back of his head, making him impossibly nervous. 

Luckily, Miguel knows what to do. 

“Of course, hun. I’ll be there in 10.“

And he turns the watch off, sighing to himself after. He’s a little bit nervous now, fearing as though he did something to upset you, or that you had something serious to talk about when he came home. 

Every step Miguel takes to your shared home brought him closer and closer on edge, worry and theory swirling through his mind. His brain ping-ponged through every single possible reason why you’d want him to come home, especially in such a cranky matter. Maybe you were just tired? Maybe it was because he accidentally gave you a raisin bagel instead of a everything bagel?

By the time Miguel was at the door, his heart was beating erratically in his chest, hands the slightest bit shaky. Stepping inside, Miguel instantly beelined for your shared bedroom, gently opening the door. 

He sees you shuffle around in the covers, his heart secretly swooning. You’re just so cute when you’re half asleep; needy and cuddlier than usual. Already at the bedroom door, Miguel practically rips his shirt off, kicking off his pants and making his way over to where you lay. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, gingerly swiping strands of hair off your face. 

“What is it, hun?“ He coos.

You toss and turn, barely mustering a frown onto your face. Your eyes are half-lidded, tank top almost falling off your shoulder until Miguel readjusts it for you. 

“Can’t sleep without you.“ You mumble, slowly scooting yourself over and draping your arms towards him. Miguel practically swoons, cooing and leaning into your touch. How could he resist such an offer?

“Awh, baby.“ 

He tangles himself into bed with you, breathing the biggest sigh of relief. It wasn’t what he thought it was. You just wanted snuggles. Miguel takes it upon himself to spoil you extra, ghosting his touch over your back and kissing the darling skin of your temple.

Like the thousands of times he has before, Miguel tangles his legs into yours, kneading his fingers into the skin of your raised leg.  

Within a few minutes or so, Miguel feels you knock out like a light, tiny puffs of air escaping your mouth while you fist the sheets like a baby. He sighs, staring at you for a few moments while you sleep. Affectionately, he rubs his knuckles against your cheek, smooching your forehead. 

Miguel pulls a blanket over the both of you, knowing very well that by the time you’re awake, it’ll be completely on the floor. Readjusting his position, Miguel doses off to sleep, allowing himself to completely let go of all the stresses he holds. 

After all, he can’t sleep without you either. 

© 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔.

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I’m falling

Anora Ani Mikheeva x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Summary - y/n finds out Ani is a stripper while dating.

Ani’s roommate isn't home, she is happy about that. You are lying next to you and girlfriend and she grabbed her phone.

“Do you want to go out tonight? Maybe a movie or something?” You asked

“I have to work the night shift again,” Ani said

She hasn't told you that she is a stripper. Her past relationships always eneded bad, because they couldn't accept that she was a stripper. Ani doesn't want to ruin the relationship because its different from the others.

“Again, ugh. I just wanted you to be at my place” You said

You are lying on your side then she gets on top of you. Automatically, you wrap your arms around her body and she starts to kiss you.

“Next time, okay. I made you a playlist” Ani said

“Oh? Show me” You smiled

“I never made a playlist for anyone,” Ani said

“I really like that you did that” You smiled

You kissed her then she gets off you. She grabbed her phone and she goes to the playlist. Some artists you didn't know and you asked questions and she starts to tell you about the song. She pressed play and you started to listen to songs. You start to tell that you are liking each song that she picked, she is happy about it because some songs are in Russian. She thought you wouldn't like it.

After spending time with her, you leave her house. She starts to wonder how she should tell you about her job. While getting her roommate walks into Ani’s room.

“Do you ever fucking knock?” Ani said

“I told you not to let Y/N come over. My snacks are gone because of Y/N” Vera said

“Y/N didn't eat your fucking snacks. I can bring Y/N anytime I want, it's my fucking house” Ani said

Ani and her roommate Vera have been arguing a lot lately. Vera doesn't like it when you come over to stay the night but Ani doesn't care.

“Just stop eating my snacks,” Vera said angrily

Vera walks away and Ani countied to get ready for work. Ani leaves the house and heads for the train station. Ani starts to read her texts then she sends a text to you.

She arrives at the club and heads to the locker room. She starts to get ready and outs on glitter on her body then puts on lipstick. She leaves the locker room and she starts to walk around the club.

•——-•

Ani wanted to watch a movie at her place. But she started to talk about her roommate, you don't get why Vera doesn't like you. You barely talk to her when you visit Ani.

“I didn't eat her snacks” You said

“I know you didn't, baby. She has been a bitch lately. I'm always paying half of her rent” Ani said and rolled her eyes

You put your arms around her body, and you put her hair behind her ear.

“Dont stress about her. Let's relax and you pick the movie” You said

You give her a peck on the lips. You were supposed to take her out it started to rain with thrunder.

You and cuddle with Ani on the couch. Ten minutes into the movie, Ani falls asleep on your shoulder. She has been working late hours and doesn't have enough time to sleep.

“Babe?” You asked

You wait for her to answer but she doesn't. You look and she is still sleeping on your arm, you didn't want to wake her up. You slowly stand up then you pick her up in bridal style and walk to her room. You gently lay your girlfriend in her bed. You leave the room for a moment, then Vera sees you.

“What are you are doing here?” Vera asked

“Just spending time with my girlfriend,” You said

“I told her i don't like you spending the night here,” Vera said

“I didn't do anything to you. What is your problem?” You said

“You are my problem. You should ask her again why she works late hours” Vera said

She walks away and you are confused about what she said. You went to grab your phone in the living room, then you go back to Ani’s bedroom. You closed the door and keep thinking about what Vera said to you. You were about to leave but Ani grabs onto you

“Stay” Ani said in a low voice.

“Your roommate doesn't like it when i stay the night,” You said

“Fuck her,” Ani said

She pulled you towards her. You kicked off your sneakers then you lie next to her, then she moved much closer to you. You just hold her while she goes back to sleep

✬ ✫ ✬ ✯ ✫

You haven't spend time Ani, because you two have been very busy. You sent her a text late at night but hasn't replied back, you figured she was busy. But the next day it got worse, Ani went to your apartment and she started to yell at you. You were about to go out with your friends but they are watching you argue with Ani.

“You are not going to fucking strip club so you can fuck some bitch” Ani yelled

“It’s his bachelor party, he invited me. I'm not going to fuck some dirty stripper! I never cheated on you and you think I will do that, what the fuck is wrong with you” You yelled

“Y/N is not going to cheat on you” Igor said

“You shut the fuck up! This is between me and Y/N” Ani yelled

“You are the one acting like a crazy bitch. You are here yelling for no reason” Your other friend said

“Don’t call her that. Ani, I don't need your permission. I was just letting you know. I don't see Igor everyday so I’m going to hang out with him” You said

She pressed her two fingers on your forehead and she slightly pushed you.

“You are not going, Y/N! I’m not going to let you fuck some bitch then you come to me!” Ani yelled

She starts to curse you out in Russian. Igor had to separate you and Ani apart. She continued to yell at you but it's in English, then you started to yell. They pulled you into your room and they tried to calm you down. Igor is trying to make her calm down but it's not working. You are talking about how she is wrong about you. She knows what happens in the strip club and she doesn't want temptation to break you, but she won't tell you that she is a stripper.

Ani leaves your apartment angry. Then your friends told you that she left but you didn't go after her. Hours later, she sent you texts and you don't reply because you know she hates it when you leave her on read.

•———•

Ani hasn't spoken to you for two days. But she has been arguing with her roommate a lot. Ani starts to get ready for work and she checks her phone.

Ani- I know you see my texts. Are you going to be a bitch and don't text me back?

She sees that you read it but you don't reply. She is frustrated and she puts her phone in her bag and she leaves the house. She puts on her headphones and she starts to listen to music so clam down before heading to work.

You head to Ani’s house. Thinking you will speak to her before she heads to work. You knocked on the door and Vera opened the door.

“What do you want?” Vera asked

“Is Ani home?” You asked

“Oh, you still don't know why she leaves to work at ten. How stupid can you be, Y/N” Vera laughed

“Fuck you, bitch” You said angrily

“Fuck you. She is a fucking stripper! You are so stupid that you didn't know! That's she walkways leaves for work late. Fucking idiot” Vera yelled

You and Vera started to argue then she told you the club Ani is working. She slammed the door on you before you can curse her out again. You leave but you are starting to believe her. You start to think about what to do for a few seconds then you head to the club. You are thinking why Vera would say that Ani is a stripper, but Ani lied telling you she works at a gas station as a cashier. You didn't question her in the beginning when you first met her.

You go inside the club and you just stand and look around. A stripper offered you a lap dance but you said no. The lights are dimmed and the music is loud, you see strippers dancing and flirting with men. But you see Ani and you can't believe that Vera was right. You walked toward your girlfriend, she is topless and she is shaking her ass on the man’s crotch. She is smiling and he puts a bill in her thong, then she looks and noticted you. You walked away and she started to go after you, then she grabbed your hand

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Ani asked

“Wow. Vera told me to come see where you work since you've been lying to me” You said

“I can explain let me talk to you,” Ani said

You don't let her hold your hand. You follow her into the locker room and it's just you two alone.

“Why you didn't tell me that you worked as a stripper?” You asked

She noticted that you are angry, she tries to hold your hand but you don't let her.

“You are different, Y/N. In the past, i told them I was a stripper and the relationships ended fucking bad. I wanted you to know me as me. You care about me and I didn't want to ruin that. I can't believe Vera, told you I’m going to kill that bitch” Ani said

“Like the relationship you had with Vanya?” You asked

“Yes! I didn't want to lose you” Ani said

“That’s why you argued with me that night going out with Igor?” You said

“I know you won't cheat me. But I just didn't want anyone else touching you” Ani said

“I can't believe you are a stripper,” You said

“Y/N-”

“I have to go,” You said

You head for the door but she grabs your forearm

“I can't lose you,” Ani said

You still care about her.

“What time do you get off?” You asked

“Three am,” Ani said

“Be honest with me, did you ever fuck a customer?”

“No! I never did that. Before I met Vanya or after meeting you” Ani said

“I will wait but not here. There’s a bar that's open and I will wait for you” You said

“That Irish pub down the street?” Ani asked

“Yeah,” You said

You just walked away and she is glad that you will wait for her and you didn't call her names. You leave the club and Ani goes back to work.

Waiting for her felt like a century. Sitting at the bar alone and you sighed, you ordered food. Then You start to think over and over what you are going to do with the relationship. You start to remember everything you did with Ani, the first time meeting her, first fight, your first date, and so on. You are on your phone then you stare at the pictures you and Ani took together, but you don't delete the pictures.

Ani just finished work and she started to get dressed fast. She quickly walks to the pub and she starts to look around, but she doesn't see you.

“Ani,” You said

“I thought you left and changed your mind” Ani said

“No. I was in the bathroom and I also ordered food. You can stay with me tonight so we can talk, i still have your clothes you left” You said

You and Ani leave together. While in the cab, Ani looked at you but you were looking out the window. She put her fingers between your fingers but you don't move your hand away.

“Are you mad?” Ani asked

“Finding out from your roommate instead of you, yeah,” You said

Once at your apartment, she put her hands on your face and made you look at her.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you, Y/N. I didn't want you to leave me because what I do for a living. I never once had sex with a customer. I'm sorry” Ani said

Her eyes became watery and she doesn't let go of your face. You see a tear going down her cheek, you gently grab her wrists and slowly pull it down. You surprised her by wrapping your arms around her. Then she hugged you back and you gently rubbed her back.

“I’m not breaking up with you. We will work it out. Please don't lie to me” You said

“I won't lie to you,” Ani said

You are at her then she starts to kiss you. You don't let go of her and you start to kiss her back. She doesn't want to let go and she starts to kiss your neck and then your lips again.

“The food will get cold,” You said

“I thought you would leave me,” Ani said

“No,” You said

You kiss her again then you and Ani sit down to eat together.

✬ ✫ ✬ ✯ ✫

You went to Ani’s house and the door is unlocked. You hear them screaming at each other then you rush inside the house. Vera and Ani are in the living room, yelling at each other

“You are a bitch!” Vera yelled

“Fuck you! You are a jealous bitch!” Ani yelled

Ani smacked Vera in the face. You grabbed Ani from the wasit and pulled her away, but Vera tried to hit Ani in the face but she hit you. You let go of your girlfriend and you got hit in the eye. Ani got angrier then she punched Vera in the face.

“Never touch Y/N!” Ani yelled

Vera passed out and you pulled Ani away from Vera.

“What the fuck!?” You yelled

Ani touch your eye but you moved away cause it hurt.

“She was talking shit about us then I got angry,” Ani said

Ani grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen. She grabs a frozen bag of peas and puts it on your eye.

“I don't think she will let you stay here anymore,” You said

“Great, I am a homeless stripper” Ani said and rolled her eyes

“Go get your stuff. My stripper girlfriend can live with me if she doesn't mind living in a studio apartment” You said

“Wait-really?” Ani asked

“Yeah, I’m serious,” You said

You kiss her head.

“I will live with you” Ani smiled

You follow her upstairs and you helped her pack her clothes and other stuff. Once at your apartment, you watched Ani put her stuff away. You are lying in bed with the ice pack on your face, then she straddles on you and your hand is on her thigh.

“What?” You asked

“I’m happy that you let me live with you, babe” Ani smiled

“Thanks for defending me. Plus you are my girlfriend I can't let you live in the streets” You said

She can't stop smiling then she lies on top of you. She starts to kiss your face and you start to smile.

[phagodyke]

it's the way everyone has to have a fucking opinion on it when it's literally a completely neutral personal decision not a judgement of anyone else or anything at all can everyone stop projecting on me and leave me alone I'm tired

wanted to go to the gym social tn but as I was getting my stuff together to go out, a friend said smth that rly pissed me off and now I'm too fucking angry to go out. fucks sake man

[fetacheeseluvr]

Run Away - Trafalgar Law x Reader - Chapter 1

You find out Law was not planning on coming back for your crew on Zou, and you don't know if you will ever be able to forgive him.

SPOILERS FOR ZOU!

Authors note: EEK THIS IS MY FIRST POSTED FANFIC! I love one piece and law, so I hope you enjoy :) Please leave feedback and your thoughts!

Tags: Lou, angst, no confirmed relationship, YEARNING, slowest of slow burns (in following chapters), cute flashbacks, bad at feelings

2.6k word count

The Heart Pirates have been settled in Zou for about a week, building a secluded base in the vast forrest that surrounds the city. Although your crew mostly consists of humans, Bepo being a native to Zou allowed you to stay without any trouble. However, the animals kept close watch of your every move, still not completely trusting your intentions, being pirates and all.

Your crew acted peaceful, being away from trouble and enjoying the abundance of supplies that the habitat had to offer, though the lingering feeling of unsettlement and anxiety could be felt in the air. Your captain, Trafalgar Law, had set out to Punk Hazard to destroy the SMILE factory, which was his first action to take down Doflamingo's family. You knew your captain was strong, yet you still expected horrible news to come in the daily paper. The waiting game was taking it's toll on your crew, yet you decided to ignore discussing the topic and trust your captains plan.

It was a warm afternoon, the refreshing breeze and green scenery making it feel as though you were dreaming. Being a part of the Heart Pirates meant that you spent most of your time underwater in your crews submarine, and when you did come ashore, you were usually met with battles or other kinds of dangers. This feeling was foreign, so you were trying to soak it up as much as possible.

You were sitting on the porch, eating some grapes that you found earlier, and reading a new medical article you have been meaning to start for a while. As you're flipping to the next page, you hear someone approaching from beside you. Looking up, you see Ikkaku giving you a smile and a wave. Her curly hair is tied in a low ponytail, wearing a large sunhat and black sunglasses. Her bright orange sundress dances in the wind, making her look as though she was the epitome of summer itself.

"Ugh, its so nice to be out of those ugly boiler suits!" Ikkaku sighs as she swiftly takes a seat beside you on the porch bench. She lifts up her sunglasses to look at you, scanning your lap at the papers you were reading.

"Are you seriously reading an article right now? You should be relaxing!" She puffs, reaching to take them from your hand.

You quickly lift the papers out of her reach, rolling your eyes with a grin, "This is relaxing!"

She snickers to herself, crossing her arms with a smirk, "Captain has quite the influence on you, how cute."

You smile to yourself, thinking about all the late nights you spent with Law going over various medical books and research papers. You have always had a knack for medicine, which naturally made you a good candidate for being a part of the Heart Pirates, but it also made you a good pirate in the eyes of Law. Your shared interests helped you slowly break down the walls he meticulously paved around himself, the constant questions and eagerness to learn from the best surgeon in the New World gave you many opportunities to get closer to your captain. Over time, the discussions about treatments and surgery got more casual and playful, you found yourself hanging around him outside of the treatment room, and he would let you. Your crew would see you eating meals together, talking with each other in the library late into the night when neither of your could sleep, making fun of him without him blowing up at you, or exchanging glances when everyone was together and thought no one would notice. These occurrences caused the crew to speculate, which followed with multiple interrogations. However, they only ever asked you about your relationship with Law, being too scared of his reaction from asking him something so personal.

This caused you to see your captain in a different light; rather than a scary warlord who generously allowed you to become his crew mate due to your medical background, you saw him as someone who wanted you to be around you, because you were you. However, you understood the line was drawn at being friendly.The harsh reality ate at you, but you took it as a sacrifice that you needed to make as a pirate for the benefit of your crew; acting on feelings alone was selfish. You also accepted the fact that your captain did not have the capacity for love, and how could he? His driving force in life was to take down Doflamingo to avenge Corazon; a man who allowed his life to be taken for the sake of Law's future, and the love he had for him. You knew the affect that would have on his perception of vulnerability and trust, and that he was a long ways away from healing, even after all these years. With this being the case, you brushed off your crew when they asked questions, saying that you became friends and that was that. The weight of this longing was a lot to carry, and you wished that you were able to confide in a member of your crew, but you couldn't risk it coming back around to your captain. You knew that, but it didn't stop you from wishing.

-

A month prior

You rose out of your hammock in the women's quarters that you shared with Ikkaku, after tossing and turning for what feels like hours. Groggily, you quietly leave the room, heading towards the ships dock. Your submarine was finally above water, which meant that you were given the chance to stargaze, which you hoped would help you feel more tired.

When you open the door, you see your captains frame looking out at the water ahead of him. The stars illuminated his back, making it seem as though he was glowing, like he was from a different universe. You shake your head at the thought before Law turns to look at you, his arms crossed and eyebrows pinched. His eyes are tired, which was unfortunately a common look for him. His late night paperwork and studying even takes it's toll on a warlord. However, that didn't matter, he still looked as though he was sculpted by gods favourite star, and was sent to earth as a prize for everyone to bask upon. He wasn't in his usual attire, wearing loose grey sweatpants and a baggy blue crewneck, which you assumed is what he wore to bed. He also wasn't wearing his hat, his hair was a little disheveled, yet it framed his face and made his golden eyes shine even brighter than normal. Though Law was completely covered, it still felt like you were looking at something scandalous.

Law looked at you with concern, tilting his head before scanning your frame, "Y/N, is everything okay?" He asks in a low tone, making you assume he also just got out of bed.

You crossed your arms with a nod and light smile as you start to approach him, "I'm alright, captain. I just couldn't fall back asleep, so I thought I'd get some fresh air." You respond as you take your place beside him, leaning your arms against the docks railing, looking up at the stars.

He watches carefully as you walk up, nodding before looking back at the horizon, "Yeah, me too."

You slowly turn to look up at him, eyes squinted in a teasing suspicion, "Don't lie, I know you never fell asleep."

He snorts, turning his head looking down at you with a slight smirk, so small you wouldn't have been able to see it if he wasn't standing right next to you, yet it seemed so bright that it lit up the night sky, making the cosmos disappear. It almost made you lose your balance, you were silently grateful that the railing kept you upright.

He sarcastically rolled his eyes, before taking his hand to brush back the hair in his face, "What gave it away?"

You smirked back, trying your best to conceal your heart pounding in your chest. You leaned your head on your hand, "We're pretty similar."

You internally cringe at your words, wondering what made you think that. It was never something that crossed your mind, yet it slipped out of your mouth so casually. You were half expecting him to walk away uncomfortably, saying 'were nothing alike' before ignoring you until he forgot your words.

"Yeah, I guess so." Law said slyly, like it was a fact that he had just come to realize. Your eyes widened at his remark, not expecting him to casually relate to you in any regard. A chill shot down your spine which caused you to shiver.

"You're cold." Law states, turning to fully face you with furrowed brows, still crossing his arms as he leans on the rail with one arm.

His words made you realize what you were wearing, even though it was summer, a tank top and shorts didn't help conceal you from the nights nipping wind. You look at your arm to see it scattered in goosebumps, though it wasn't from the cold, you decided to play along to save you from the embarrassment.

"I am. I didn't even realize..." You state as you begin rubbing your arms, trying to provide your body with some warmth. Before you could realize what was happening, Law walked up behind you and wrapped you in his arms, placing his head on your shoulder. You were instantly hit with the overwhelming smell of him, the musk scent was intoxicating enough to make you feel dizzy. You would get hints of it when he would walk past you, or when you were sat beside him, but now it overtook every sense in your body. Next was the warmth, his heat swaddled you tenderly in the embrace, like waking up to the sun after a year long winter.

"You could get sick." He stated plainly, yet you could feel the vibrations of his heart pounding through your back. His breath hit your ears as he spoke, sending shivers down your neck that you could no longer blame on the cold. The Law you made up in your head would have ordered you to go back inside, not wanting to risk one of his crew mates to be out of commission with the flu. This thought shocked you back into reality, your hands moved on it's own to hold onto his arms, trying to soak up this wish that happened to meet a shooting star.

"Your warm." You say softly, feeling your face heat up. Though his arm was covered in cloth, you could feel his muscles as he held you, making you feel an overwhelming sense of safety and security.

"Yeah, because I actually wear clothes.", he scoffed teasingly.

-

Current

You are shaken out of your thoughts by the sound of snapping beside your ear, you quickly look over to see a concerned Ikkaku staring back at you.

"Are you okay? You completely just zoned out." She asks, brows furrowed as she scans your face intently.

You feel your heart sink in your chest as reality hits you with force, you cant afford to think about him this much. Trying to map a way to find a possibility of him feeling the same way was futile, and did no one any good. In an attempt to distract yourself, you suddenly shoot up from your seat, letting the article and grapes fall off your lap.

"Im going to get some water, would you like some?" You ask Ikkaku while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to act as normal as possible.

She gives you a questioning look, raising a brow, "Um, sure?"

Before she has the chance to question you any further, you rush inside the door and shut it behind you. You pause and take a deep breath to control your heart rate, harshly rubbing your face. Suddenly, you hear hushed voices coming from the kitchen. In curiosity, you quietly head near the entrance and hide behind the door frame, as to not be heard or seen. You quickly determine that the voices are coming from Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. You didn't know these three as ones to keep secrets, causing you to listen into their discussion.

"He really said that? Are you sure?" You hear a hushed Shachi question frantically.

"That's what he told me... I still can't believe it." Bepo responds in a defeated tone, as if he was on the brink of tears. Thinking back, you noticed how tense Bepo has been since Law's departure, but you brushed it off as him being his first mate and longest friend.

"There's absolutely no way he would actually do that, he wouldn't just leave us." Penguin retorted.

Your blood suddenly ran cold. They had to be talking about Law.

"He said this was his life's purpose, you think he wouldn't die to achieve it?" Bepo replies, his voice cracking with each word.

You quickly piece it together, Law must have told Bepo that he was not planning to return from his fight with Doflamingo. That he would rather die trying than doing nothing; than staying here with his crew. You feel like throwing up.

"Don't you think Y/N should hear this too?" Shachi sighs, still trying to piece together what he was just told. You suddenly stiffen at your name being brought up.

"No, I'm only telling you two because we have known him the longest." Bepo argues through sniffled cries, "She would be heartbroken if she found out the truth, rather than it just being an accident."

"Bepo, don't cry!" You hear Penguin suddenly perk up, trying to comfort the mink through fake hope, "This is all just what if's, I'm sure he will come back regardless of what he said!"

"Y-yeah!" Shachi half heartedly chimes in, "He's super strong, we should trust in his abilities!"

Bepo sniffles, "But, that doesn't change the fact that he..."

"That he was still ready to abandon us.", You add, walking in the room to face the trio.

The three whip their heads around to look at you, faces covered in shock. You don't really know what to say, or what to do with yourself. You could breakdown in front of them, screaming and crying about how awful it is that your captain could abandon your crew on a suicide mission. You could run away, leave the Heart Pirates and start a new life in isolation, because being alone is better than roaming the submarines halls trying not to remember his face. It's fight or flight. Though, you can't help but freeze, staring at them, but you don't know what your waiting to happen.

"Y/N... did you hear all of that?" Bepo asks cautiously, face riddled in horror.

Without a second thought, you turn around and leave the kitchen, ignoring the three of them calling out for you to wait. Your legs take you to the girls quarters, quickly closing the door behind you and laying in your hammock. You didn't realize you were crying until you felt hot tears streaming down your face, which you angrily wiped away. Of course this is upsetting, your captain is ready to die and leave his crew behind without telling you; but why does it feel like a personal attack? Why does it feel deeper than a betrayal from a captain? You think back to the moment at the dock, when he held you so tightly like he was scared to let you go, and yet he was ready to leave you in death. Not only did he have no regard for his own life, he had none for your future together; and you didn't know what felt worse. You finally truly understood the true dynamic you shared, the dreams of a pirate ran deeper than any relationship they had with another person. You realized at last, in the harshest way possible; it didn't feel humane.

The tears continued to stream down your face, but you felt nothing.

-

Here's chapter 2 :)

[rafsgrl]

summary: you visit syluses place to study, for a change of scenery but your procrastination leads to a sleep over

today you decided to study and finish your tasks at syluses place, for a change of scenery, you got sick of being cramped up in your room all day, you needed change, and so sylus whole heartily agreed for you to come over.

walking into syluses home, he greets you with a smug, good evening sweetie, my place is yours today, i have a few errands to run, make yourself comfortable.

i will

you decided to study in his room, it looked comfortable and better now that sylus added a few plushies to your liking, you sat on one of the couches in his room, and opened your laptop and began working.

one hour into your work, you were feeling unmotivated, and bored.

ugh this is boring, i’m not in the mood to study

you put your laptop on the side, and took a look around his room and decided to snoop into his things.

after a moment later, you got bored, so you decided perhaps after being distracted for a bit now you’ll be in the mood to study.

wrong.

after about 30 mins of trying to study again, you failed to get in the zone. so you close your laptop and leave it on the couch, making your way to his bed.

a few hours pass and you mindlessly scroll through your phone on syluses bed, not conscious of your surroundings, you didn’t hear sylus come back.

just as you were about to check the time, you suddenly feel someone pull you from your ankle.

studying, you say?

now you were faced with sylus on the edge of the bed, your leg in his hand. you lift yourself up, sylus still holding your ankle.

i did study,, a little i guess, nervously laughing like you got caught doing something your not supposed to.

thats unfortunate kitten, letting go of your foot, you didn’t come to my place for nothing now did you?

he’s right, you didn’t come over for nothing but you were just so unmotivated.

sylus i don’t know whats wrong with me, i’m so unmotivated and my exam is after tomorrow! you say ranting to him.

he thinks for a moment.

i could stay with you until you finish your studies, perhaps you need company

thinking about it, that doesn’t sound so bad, being in syluses company while studying seems a bit motivational.

sure. lets do that

sylus tilts his head a bit and smiles, grabbing your face, making your face into a fish face.

but lets eat dinner first

moments passed, you and sylus ate, and talked about his errands today, but now its time to resume your studies, which you were dreading.

walking back to his room, your hand in his, you seemed bummed out that you had to resume your studies after a fun dinner.

sylus from the corner of his eye notices, dont worry sweetie, youll finish, just finish half of your studies today, and the other half tomorrow, you have plenty of time. sylus says softly, tightening his grip on your hand to comfort you.

at the moment you were grateful for syluses presence

making it to his room, you check the time, it was 7pm, your brows furrowed, you worry you wont have time to finish early in the night but sylus sees your expression and knows what youre thinking.

cupping your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, you can sleep over tonight, since leaving late would be dangerous.

but what will i sleep in i cant wear this, its uncomfortable!

sylus now smug, well my clothes of course

your face heats up lightly, you think for a moment

fine.

good, then its a sleep over, kissing your cheek.

you felt warm and fuzzy, sylus always knows how to comfort you, its funny how once he told you hes never comforted anyone before, because he’s good at it.

you open your laptop and begin your attempt to study for the third time, sylus sits on a couch near you, deciding he should catch up on his readings.

it was now 12:30am and you finally finished with your studies, and you finished a lot more than you intended.

you close your laptop, grabbing syluses attention.

you finally finished dear?

yes, finally, you sigh in relief, sitting next to him hugging his arm. sylus kissing your head.

now looking up at him, i finished a lot more than i intended,… thanks.

sylus looking down at you, smiling softly, im proud of you dear, you worked hard, now lets get you something comfortable to wear to bed.

your ears get hot as he gets up, getting you something to wear.

he searches through his drawers and throws at you a black tee and boxer shorts.

you take a look at what he threw at you, and your face heats up even more now seeing his boxers.

sylus leaning on the drawer, what you dont like what i picked out for you?

no its fine, ill go get changed. avoiding his gaze and heading to his bathroom.

you finished dressing into syluses clothes, his black tee is a bit above your knee, and his briefs are a bit big, but youre comfortable and you smell like him, his clothes have a faint cologne smell, and you love it. you admire yourself in the mirror for a bit but you’re to shy to get out for sylus to see you in his clothes. now holding the knob, and building up the courage to leave the bathroom, you finally leave the bathroom.

not to your knowledge sylus was at the door

you took long everything alright-

sylus pauses the second he seeing you in his clothes, he covers his mouth a bit.

before processing him at the door he picks you up, like a sack of rice, you look great in my clothes princess, perhaps i should make you wear them every time you visit.

stop and put me down, you demand, now a blushing mess, lifting your head up a bit to protest, you notice syluses ears are tinted pink.

placing you on the bed, you immediately grab the blanket to cover your exposed legs.

goodness, save some blanket for me. sylus says, getting under the covers with you, covering half of his body, while your body is covered to your neck, you looked very comfortable.

face to face with sylus, his head resting on his arm, he admiringly looks at how cute you look.

you look like a plushie right now.

yea?

yea..

sylus, with his other hand runs his hand through your hair, and lightly massaging your scalp. im proud of you today. he says in a gentle tone.

thank you, i appreciate you for today. you say, enjoying the light massage hes giving you.

it was all you dear, no need to thank me. pinching your cheeks.

getting sleepy, you lift the blanket, signaling for sylus to cuddle you.

without a word sylus wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in, your arms now around his neck, legs slightly intertwined.

sylus lightly kisses between your collarbone and neck, breathing now synchronizing with one another falling asleep in each others embrace.

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authors note: soft sylus is everything to me

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