#was laying in bed so sleepy like god i wish i could just go to sleep. but i must complete this crossword within 9 minutes or i will develop

[wormsdyke]

making the cognitive switch to realize something is not in fact a slay self care ritual but an obsessive compulsion. suck so bad

[inkdrinkerworld]

hi!!!! if you’re still writing for remus, i was wondering if u could write something like rem and reader being super close friends and they just realize they have feelings for each other in a not very dramatic way, just kind of like, i love this closeness and i want more of it way?

sorry if i’m not good at requesting english isn’t my first language!!!!

Your English is perfect babe! Don’t worry about that! I hope you enjoy this Remus x best friend!reader on their weekly sleepover with a sleepy love confession ᡣ𐭩

“Did you see that new realty show about the girls who make more than their husbands?”

You ask Remus as he hands you a cup of tea. You’re curled up on his sofa, feet tucked neatly under you as you scroll through tv programs.

“No I haven’t seen it. Did you start it yet, dove?”

Remus sits beside you, the bottoms of your feet pressed into his thighs.

“No, I started one episode and fell asleep.”

Remus laughs, “That’s not a good sell,” you smile sheepishly.

You and Remus do this every Saturday- meet at either of your houses for lunch that turns into dinner and dessert and sleeping over cuddled next to each other.

You both swear you’re not in love with each other to your friends, but as his hand falls to your ankle and tugs your feet into his lap, you know it’s not true.

In turn, Remus knows that you’re in love with each other by the way you look at him as his thumbs press into the arches of your foot and your foot stretches into his palm.

“It was going pretty well, I was just so knackered.” A yawn tears apart your words as if to prove your point.

Remus nods sagely, taking a sip of his tea to hide his smile.

“Start it up then dovey,” you click the first episode with a pleased look on your face.

“If I fall asleep here please wake me.”

Remus rolls his eyes and you scowl, “You hurt your back the last time.”

Remus scoffs, “I did not! It was just rained that night so my muscles hurt a little extra.”

“Well I don’t want them to hurt any extra tonight, Rem.”

He nods, but you’re suspicious.

Remus watches one episode all by himself because you barely make it past the 15 minute mark.

It’s no matter to him, because he gets the chance to really look at you and feel his heart galloping in his chest without feeling like his face will give his feelings away.

Your eyebrows as without a furrow, which is strange for your seemingly permanent semi-frown, your cheek smushed under your hand and your lips all the more pouty for it. God he wishes he could just give you a quick peck.

Instead, he busies himself with cleaning up- putting your mugs in the dishwasher, wiping his counters down and going to his room to unmake the bed a bit.

His touch is featherlight as it graces your cheek, “Bedtime, precious girl.”

His hands slip under you and you rouse, a bleariness that can only come about by waking from a deep sleep making Remus smile.

“You’re so stubborn.” Sleep eats through your words, like molasses dribbling off a spoon. Remus kisses your temple.

“You’re adorable,” he lays you down on your side of the bed and you look at him with much more severity for your play argument.

“I think I’m in love with you Remus.” The words escape you with no pretenses or fanfare- just the simple, love infused words.

Remus’ hands stutter where they’re pulling your favoured blanket over you.

He kneels down and you twist under the sheets to face him, his hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking all the creases there from your palm resting there.

“I know I’m in love with you too dove, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date tomorrow if you don’t mind.”

You smile wide and bright for a night only half illuminated by the moon, “I don’t mind in the slightest.” Remus’ smile mirrors your own. He spends a couple minutes stroking your face, your eyes fluttering shut heavily. “Would you come up here? Give your knees a break, Rem.”

He scoffs a laugh, “You’re so bossy.” His lips brush your cheeks and then your nose.

“Wait I want a real kiss first.” He laughs outright then. His lips parting to puff air on your face as he does.

“No wait for our date,” you whine and pout all with your eyes closed, it’s then and instantly Remus realises he’ll never be able to deny you because he coos and tilts your face towards him. “One kiss.”

You parrot, “One kiss.”

Remus’ lips press into yours softly, soft and not more than a peck but it satisfies you. His knees crack as he stands, slipping into his side of the bed before you can say anything.

You turn to face Remus, bodies pressed close. His hand drags up and down your back, settling you. “You’re spoilt rotten already and it’s only going to get worse.” He murmurs fondly as you fall asleep, his smile hard to tame.

[slytherinshua]

YOU, ME, AND BULBASAUR

genre. fluff. warnings. neck kisses. gunwook is extremely cute and i'm extremely delusional and in love with him. mention that reader wears makeup and dresses. pairing. gunwook x fem!reader. wc. 700. request. no. a/n. i saw gunwook like indirectly kiss taerae's neck and it made me think of just how much of a neck kisser he would be 😭 and if you know me you know i'm a neck girl and that just made me so delusional like i'm feral rn it's not okay??? also can we talk abt how fucking cute gunwook's rosy cheeks are LIKE HES THE CUTEST EVER IM GONNA CRY.

“why are you getting all pretty? you going somewhere?” the tired husky voice of your boyfriend makes a smile start to form on your lips. gunwook had been sleeping peacefully until 2 minutes ago, hugging your pillow to his chest, still tangled under the sheets. you wished you could’ve stayed in bed with him, but you had a meeting early in the morning.

“just a work meeting. wish i could’ve slept in with you, wook.” you glanced up at him apologetically through the mirror, frowning at his sleepy pout and messy hair.

“not fair…”

“i know, baby. but i’ll be back in 2 hours and then we can cuddle.” you assured him, finishing the last touches on your makeup and hair. you turned around to face gunwook properly, ruffling his bed head as you stood up.

“can’t you just stay?” gunwook asked, following you to your closet like a lost puppy.

“it’s an important meeting…” you tried your best to stay firm and not let your boyfriend have so much affect over you. but it was hard, especially when he started planting small kisses on your neck as you sifted through your hangers to find a dress. you felt a small nip land to the dip in your shoulder and neck and you gasped.

“gunwook!” you hadn’t realized he was this clingy this morning. he didn’t stop despite your reaction, pressing a softer kiss over the spot he had nibbled. you willed yourself to not get too focused on his lips on your skin, to instead figure out what you were going to wear to your meeting. but he made it so hard to even remember why you were trying to get up in the first place.

“wouldn’t you rather just stay here? with me? and bulbasaur?” he pleaded, pressing a kiss to your neck between each word. you smiled at the mention of his bulbasaur plush that you had gotten for his birthday— he slept with it every night, opting to cuddle it when you couldn’t sleep with him.

you gripped the side of a navy blue dress, hanging on your last thread, gunwook seconds away from snapping it. was the meeting more important than your clingy boyfriend? did you actually want to spend the morning in a room with a bunch of grumpy middle-aged men when you could be cuddling with your boyfriend?

“you’re lucky you’re cute in the morning…” you sighed, dropping your hand from the dress, and your boyfriend knew he had won. you could feel his victorious smile against your neck as he pressed one last kiss behind your ear. and then he started steering you towards the bed until you both fell onto the soft mattress, him laying on top of you. he nuzzled his face in your chest and closed his eyes, completely content now that he was sure he had you for the entire morning.

you looked at his sleepy face, dark hair falling over his eyes, cheeks dotted with rosy stains, cherry lips formed into the most beautiful smile. you brushed his bangs away from his face, feeling his warm skin underneath the palm of your hand. god, he took your breath away even when he wasn’t doing anything.

“since you made me miss my morning meeting, at least give me a kiss.” you nudged his chin with your hand, and he opened one eye to look up at you. he didn’t waste time after hearing your request, quickly picking himself up to hover over you and press his soft lips to yours. he sighed, finally being able to taste your lip gloss that he had watched you apply minutes ago. he had been tempted to steal a kiss from you then as well, but he was considerate enough to not ruin your makeup until he was sure you were his for the morning.

gunwook’s lips always felt like pure bliss against yours. the weight of his body on top of you was like a weighted blanket, and you were determined to not move from the position for at least another hour. gunwook was right, you would always much rather spend the morning with him… and bulbasaur. 

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[reidrum]

stargazing | s.r.

A/N: this was a request and the concept itself makes me sick so here’s this, spencer reid i will fight your demons for you get behind me

summary: in which you attempt to heal a little part of spencer, one star at a time

cw: just fluff and comfort, fear of dark, can be read as gn!reader

wc: 1.1k

Learning about Spencer was a privilege, if you had to describe it. He would most likely say the same about you if he was asked, but god does he not know the marvel of discovering the inner workings and tinkerings that is Spencer Reid.

You knew he loved magic because of the child-like wonder and imagination it brings him. He always reads old literature in their native language because he believes the translated ones muddle the original intent. He refuses to wear matching socks because he loves when kids point out they’re mismatched and he gets to act all silly with them.

And tonight, you’ve learned yet another one. Spencer Reid is afraid of the dark.

It’s a logical fear to have, hell you still sleep with a nightlight and stuffie every night too. But for Spencer, it was different. The darkness didn’t just remind him of the unknown, it reminded him of places he’d been, places he spent countless nights trying to forget about but latch onto him like a blood sucking leech.

When you found out about it, it was completely unintentional. It happened at a movie night about a week ago, it was getting too late for you to drive back home so Spencer offered you to stay over and head back in the morning. After he’d given you a change of his clothes he went and got settled on the bed, and you went over to the light switch to turn it off.

“Wait!” you hear Spencer rush out, “Do you mind if we…keep it on?”

“You sure? I thought you were really sleepy.”

He looks at you nervously, “I—I am, it’s just…” he trails off.

It takes you a few seconds to understand what he really means, a look of recognition washing over your face while Spencer’s fills with guilt.

“It’s okay, we can keep it on.” you say lightly, walking back over to get under the covers with him. You cozy up next to him and look up, “I didn’t know you were…”

“I don’t really talk about it, I’m sorry.” he whispers, his voice still holding what sounded like shame to you.

“Spence, it’s okay you don’t need to explain to me. Just want you to be comfortable, okay?”

He nods one last time before sinking his head down onto his pillow, and through his lashes wishes you good night. It really broke your heart to see Spencer be so affected by something that made him feel scared and self conscious. You just wish you could do something to help him feel better.

Lucky for you, you knew Spencer really well.

The next movie night you came prepared with a surprise of your own, hoping it would ease Spencer’s anxieties a little as he tried his best to rest.

“You look excited. More than you usually are when I pick an old Russian movie.” he remarks with a soft smile, opening the door wider for you.

“While I am very excited to watch Catch 22 in Russian, I brought something for you!”

He looks at you quizzically, “What? You didn’t need to bring anything, you know that—”

You wave him off and bound over to the couch, “Come sit, I’ll show you.”

Spencer shuts the door and sits next to you as you produce an opened package from behind your back, “Okay, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,”

“Always a great way to start a sentence.” he quips.

“Stop! I’m being serious,” you lightly thwap him on the shoulder, “Okay, I couldn’t stop thinking about how you told me you’re afraid of the dark, and I’m really happy that you felt comfortable enough to tell me, but it also made me really sad to think about you alone in your room not feeling okay…so.”

Before Spencer can even respond you pull out the contents of the opened package and lay it in your lap, beginning to work on opening the outer plastic. His brows furrow slightly, “What is that?”

You smile, “Well I was going to get you a cool nightlight, I saw some sick Tardis ones or even a pumpkin shaped one. Which I can still get if you want or if you hate this…” you finally get the last plastic off and pull out what’s inside, “But I got you these.” you hold them out for him to see.

Spencer gazes over your hands and asks, “Stars?”

“They’re glow in the dark stars,” you say matter of factly. You hold one out for him, watching him cup his hand around his eye to shroud the star in darkness and see its glow, “I used to have them on the ceiling and walls in my room when I was little.”

He smiles fondly thinking about a tiny you in a tiny bed, staring up at the stars on your ceiling as you try to fall asleep. You continue softly, “I was thinking we could put these up in your room and make little astronomically correct constellations on your ceiling. The intention is that whenever you look up you can remind yourself of the stories of the constellations to help you fall back asleep. But whenever you’re feeling afraid or scared, you can look up and see Ursa Major or Cassiopeia reminding you that you’re safe.”

Spencer is not often left speechless, but he’s come to learn that anything’s possible with you. He is not able to process that you took it upon yourself to find a solution to something that’s been plaguing his sleep for years, something that he didn’t even know could be fixed. A few tears escape from his eyes before he can help it, followed by a quick sniffle that brings your attention back to his face.

“Oh Spence,” you breathe out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, no I’m not upset,” he pulls his sleeve to wipe his eyes, “The exact opposite, actually. This…is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

You smile softly, “I just wanted to help. You deserve to rest and feel safe in your own space. If I can help with that in any way, I will.”

For the fear of crying again in front of you, Spencer grabs you and pulls you close to his chest, the smell of his laundry detergent and cologne overwhelming your senses so much you almost miss the muffled ‘Thank you’ whispered into your hair.

You press a small kiss to his chest, right on his heart before standing up and gathering the stars in your hands, “Okay, so which constellation are we doing first?”

All the love inside of him is about to burst as he looks at you about to walk into the bedroom, “Have I ever told you about the story of Perseus and Andromeda?”

[devondespresso]

Restless (Ed, go to fucking sleep)

G | 431 words | ao3 link | Steddie | no cw, just sleepy boys 💤💙

STWG Prompt: only one bed

Thanks to @tinytalkingtina for checking the clarity for me!! Graphics by @/saradika-graphics

The small bed shook again, the third time in the past minute. Few minutes. Steve had no fucking idea.

He breathed out deeply but quietly, trying to relax and keep his frustration discreet. Steve buried the side of his face further into his pillow, pressing into the fabric underneath him, wishing he could just be surrounded in the still, deafening softness.

The bed shook a fourth time, and the huff that escaped was neither relaxing nor discreet, so he went ahead and pushed up to flip himself around.

"Sorry..." Eddie muttered, sitting up a bit to flip his pillow. Again.

Steve settled down and squinted his eyes open towards him, trying to figure out what the hell Eddie kept struggling with.

Eddie flopped back down, arms crossed, the position he landed in looking comfortable enough. He held it for several seconds, long enough for Steve to think he was finally comfortable, until Eddie jerked them around again, straightening them out before folding them back.

"How's this 'sleepin like th' dead'?"

"Sorry, sorry, normally it's fine, I just... trying not to... make this weird..." Eddie said, stressing 'weird' like he wasn't himself.

"Ed, 's fine."

"Yeah. Yeah, just..." Eddie tucked his arms in awkwardly, crushing them under his torso in a way Steve's never seen him do before.

Eddie shoved an arm into a different, even more painfully uncomfortable looking spot, shaking the bed again.

"Ed, I swear to god–" Steve reached out and grabbed one hand, stopping Eddie in his tracks. Steve pulled it a little and Eddie got the message, unfolding his arms and letting them lay out in front of him.

Steve let go and dropped his arm wherever felt comfortable, then closed his eyes and exhaled into his pillow.

Eddie stayed for a second, then moved a little, though not as restless as before, the bed shifting, sinking differently ever so slightly.

Steve peeked his eyes open to find Eddie much closer to him, lying openly on his back with only one hand scrunched too close against his side, eyes wide open and trained on him.

"Is this oka–"

Steve hummed into his pillow, a tired agreement.

"'Kay..." Eddie muttered, barely there. Steve reached out again and grabbed his hand, gently pulling it out to hold it in the space between them, and again Eddie understood and followed his lead.

Eddie let out a breath, finally, as his hand let go of the tension and slotted more comfortably in Steve’s hold.

The bed stayed perfectly, blissfully still as both of them finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

[grimesgirll]

it’s rare that rick is home with you in the middle of the day. 

typically, the group leader was off on a run, an errand, or dealing with the duties that came with being constable. but not today! today he was home. you’d even woken up to him beside you, a rarity.

you’d woken up with his taut arms wrapped around you and a nose nuzzled into your neck. the urge to stay overwhelms you but you’ve got to put together some breakfast. you’re slipping out of bed when you feel two arms drawing you back.

“where are you goin’? i thought we were sleeping in today.”

“you never sleep in.” you reminded him.

“except for’ today.” he exhaled into your hair, reaching a hand up to play with one of your french braids. “morning, silly girl,” he greeted, traveling his hand up to cup one of your breasts.

you gasped, breathing deeply as he increases the pressure. “doesn’t seem like you wanna sleep.”

“nope.” the sheriff answered, popping the p. 

god, you wished he could be home every morning to have you squirming. he plunged a sticky finger into you. “another one, please.”

“since you asked so nicely.”

you shuddered at the second addition. grinding back against him, he continued his peace signed shape ministration inside of you. 

“and since you’re gripping me so tight, why not another one?”

“ah!”

“that’s it.”

“mhmmm,” you droned into the pillow.

“feelin’ okay, silly girl?”

“so good, daddy!”

 you didn’t have to see his smirk. you just feel the absence of his fingers. your hips shift in anticipation.

“want me to fuck you nice and dumb on my cock early this morning, baby?” rick questioned with a cocky, sleepy grin. “want me to stuff you, silly girl?” 

your head was bobbing yes immediately and that’s all he needed to pull down his boxers and drive right into you. 

it doesn’t matter if you had a degree in molecular biology or rocket science before all this, you’re still rick’s silly girl. 

his lovely little housewife - the one waiting at home to get fucked to the moon and back on his cock. the same cock that had made your eyes widen when you first saw it. 

you’d never mention it to rick but shane had to really be something for lori fuck everything up with rick over him. yeah, lori thought rick was dead but everything afterwards? you would’ve been head over heels overjoyed to see your man again. 

that’s how you’d felt every time rick came back from a risky run. it was scary to imagine a time when he may not come home. you chose to put it out of your mind and enjoy the organ restructuring dick inside of you.

its owner couldn’t hold himself back from slamming into you on your side. there was never anything more relaxing for rick than being balls deep inside of you - well, maybe being down your throat. 

“my silly girl,” he breathed into your hair. 

it took you two a while to make it to the kitchen. it took even longer to make breakfast after you learned that carl had taken judith over to eugene’s to look into a telescope. 

with the house empty, rick gets to devote an hour to his favorite past time: fucking you against the counter. 

you and rick had stumbled downstairs in your pajamas but they’re scattered on the floor now. you lovers are too enthralled in grinding your bodies as close to each other as possible. rick is on a mission to shove his massive cock as deep inside of your tight cunt as possible. of course, it’s tight fit and a delicate dance of not blowing out your cervix.

the early shocks of your fourth orgasm of the day - second against the counter - make themselves known in a way you can’t ignore.

“you’re hitting all the right spots, rick,” you croon, gazing back at him all fucked out.

you feel him twitch inside of you. he can’t help but lose his mind seeing you so needy beneath him at this time of day. god, he needs to be home more.

“anything for you, pretty girl. you like this?” he lays a firm two fingers on top of your clit.

“mhmmm,” you confirm with a nod. 

your leader takes your murmurings as a go ahead to adopt an intense rhythm; his shaft delivering rapid fire contact with your spongy feel good parts inside while his hand strategically cups your clit. 

his solid length saws into you without any regard for your sensitive pussy. the dull pain pairs well with the pleasure as your clit is lavished in attention and your insides feel like they’re about to come apart around the thick ridges of rick. feeling him bare inside of you equates to pure bliss. 

because just like your cookie dough, you like it raw. 

“can’t wait!” you strain.

ugh, he’s gonna have you exploding again. you’re going to be blacking out for a split second and going soft brained. rick doesn’t need to pound into you to send you to a cloud higher than nine. it’s like you’re not even in the room - not even on earth.

last time rick had fucked one of those mind numbing, leg shaking orgasms out of you. he didn’t even stop for the smoke detector or the smell of torched green beans. he’d seared kisses up your neck from behind and without the will to hold out, he’d snuck you away from your task at hand - a green bean casserole - and instead fucked you silly next to the shoe rack.

he only broke the habit of fucking you through the smoke detector when carol told him off and he realized it was a waste of food. 

you’d both been embarrassed at carol walking into the kitchen to rescue your burnt casserole and discover you and rick disheveled coming out of the mud room. 

after a long day of bullshit, rick wants nothing more than to come home to the beautiful home you’ve made for them. to spend quality time in the home and spend himself in you; always earning a couple of releases from you in the process. 

“can’t wait!” you whimper.

“so you want two?”

you nod. you love when rick gives you back to back pleasure. he’s like the best at it. that is when daryl’s not bullying his way between your legs. 

speak of the devil, daryl’s trudging into the kitchen. figures. you and rick must’ve been so into it that you didn’t hear the mud room door. actually, that’s a lie. rick probably heard the door and just banked on you being too wrapped up in cumming around him like you are now to notice.

the archer is treated to the perfect display of your pulsing pussy as you gush all over the counter. he whistles as some of your slick dribbles down the cabinet drawers. 

“shouldn’t have expected anything else on rick’s day off.” he quips.

the brunette sex god playing chicken with your cervix just snorts, not stopping or slowing down the convergence of his hips and yours for anything. “shouldn’t be draggin’ mud through here.” he advises through gritted teeth.

“daryl,” you pant, overwhelmed by both the aftershocks of your climax and the prospect of mud on your floors.

“sorry, wasn’t very nice and clean in norfolk. but hey, we came here and back with fuel and MREs all before noon, so i wouldn’t be too disappointed.”

“i’m gonna make her cum four times before noon.” rick declares, hammering more frantically into you. 

“rick, slow down,” you pant again. 

“you good, honey?” rick checks in, stilling his thrusts to wait for your reply.

“rosita’s class really took it out of me yesterday. all the muscles are sore,” you complain, eyes watering a bit from your orgasm and the mild throbbing pain in your tightened muscles. 

“poor baby’s feelin’ sore?”

daryl confirms with a nod. “she’s not breathing and stretching like you should when she’s lifting.”

rick gives you a disappointed look. “maybe you’ll take a break from your weight lifting classes. huh, honey?”

you groan and pout.

“then you two need to help me practice kegels.”

“we’ll start now,” the sheriff instructs you. his hands couldn’t be cemented further into the curves of your hips. 

with daryl watching from across the counter, you do your best to remember the motions of a kegel. you squeeze. it feels like you’re doing so randomly but rick is bucking his hips again. as long as he’s not correcting you, it’s good enough. not like he’ll last long anyways. 

you’re irresistible to him, all hot and bleary eyed. 

like the time he fucked you up against a hedge at the community picnic. you two were tucked away in the woods of course but that didn’t make it any less naughty when you sauntered back up the hill and to your picnic blanket with cum inside of you. 

you look just like you did then. hair coming undone from your bedtime braids, tears threatening to fall on the countertop, and your pussy holding on tight and not letting him go. 

you expect to be empty once you’re done spasming around the thick rod inside of you and rick had filled you up completely. the breath is knocked out of your lungs when feel another cock take his place.

“daryl!”

“i know that you can take one more, baby. you love being stuffed one after another.”

“that she does,” rick corroborates.

the constable is in your view so now you can relish in the sight of him finding his clothes while daryl tries to do you in once and for good.

“fuck, dare’!” you wince as he pile drives into you from behind.

“sorry, baby,” he apologizes into the crook of your neck, lowering down and crushing you further into the counter. “just missed you out there. i never find anything as perfect as you.”

“mhmmm,” you babble and squeak in time with his thrusts.

“you really needed the pounding today? huh, hon’?” 

you nod your head the best you can for rick.

“almost there, fucking pretty little bitch.”

daryl feels your reaction on his cock as you shudder around him.

“you like being called a pretty little bitch?”

“maybe,” you stutter.

the auburn haired man fucking rick’s cum into you chuckles. “yeah, i feel how much you like it grippin’ me up so tight.”

“her pussy’s got a killer grip.” rick agreed.

“you ‘bout ready to cum all over this cock? you wanna cum? pretty little thing.” daryl huffs with each thrust.

“yes!” you cry out, tensing around his cock. “please, dare’!”

“silly girl’s gonna make a mess of your cock,” observes the peanut gallery.

“whenever you’re ready, pretty girl,” daryl whispers in your ear.

truth be told, just the heat from his breath on your air had your overworked cunt going off like a sparkler around him.

“daryl, daryl, daryl!” you chant.

the panic in your voice is that of someone falling off a cliff but you’re just nosediving into your orgasm with your boyfriend spearing you on his cock.

the shuddering turns into small aftershocks and your legs eventually still as you bask in the post-orgasmic bliss you’re experiencing of the fifth time today. rick gives you a condescending smirk when he realizes the exact moment daryl’s cum trickles into you. you can’t hide how satisfied you are being so warm and full.

the man withdrawing from your spent pussy points to rick’s snack.

“what’s that?” daryl inquires, referring to the jerky rick is chowing on.

“oh, that’s the jerky i made!” you chirp, peeling yourself off of the countertop. “i’m getting pretty good at jerky. wanna try some? carol’s teaching me how.”

“why not?”

you pull a piece from the ziplock bag that rick holds out for you and gingerly pop it into daryl’s mouth. 

“what do you think?”

he shrugs. “i’d share it with dog - not entirely though.”

you slap his shoulder playfully. “i’m still a beginner. it’ll get better.”

“i think it’s great, sweetheart.” rick compliments, manhandling you to his side of the counter and help you step into your newly discovered sleep shorts.

then you’re being pulled into his lap despite your protests. “rick! i have to make breakfast!” you already had explained to them countless times before why you couldn’t cook topless.

rick and daryl share a look and a snicker before rick is locking you in his seated embrace and daryl is grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge.

“i got it, princess,” daryl hums. “you just take care of rick.”

“i wanted to make breakfast for you on your day off!” you complain, giving rick another pout.

he shakes his head at you. “you know where i want you on my day off, hon’? right here.” to solidify the point, he drags you down onto him, clutching a breast and attacking your neck with his lips.

“already?” you’re asking, punctuating the question with a ragged breath.

“oh, i can go all day today, sweetheart.”

[luvtak]

stay, i.n x reader

genre/tw fluff, suggestive, pet names, being so sickeningly in love that you cuddle even when its hot outside ✦ w/c 573

“Don’t go… please?” he says, and even with your back turned you can hear the pout he’s surely sporting. You can imagine it, downturned lips and puppy dog eyes shining through crocodile tears. “Pretty please, with cherries on top?” 

Over the music you can hear the sounds of him rustling, changing positions to get a better look at you, close enough for his hands to press into the back of your thigh. 

“Jeongin, please shut up.” 

“Why don’t you love me anymore?” 

“Oh my god, Innie it’s too hot!” you say turning around. Your boyfriend is where you left him, cuddled up into his sheets, shirt off and messy hair, eye’s peering into yours from his place on the end of his bed. It’s this version of him you like best, undone and sleepy, begging for your attention. 

 In truth you do wish you could lay with him longer. Too often, he’s busy with dance practice or recording, photoshoots and concerts, but for a few hours each week you get him like this–cuddly and in love, the only thing on his mind getting your skin flushed. 

Most of the time, you dream of being pressed up to him, seeing his smile close up and kissing it away. But summer has come in full force, and what was once breezy spring weather has become humid heat you can’t escape. The evidence of the temperature shines on his forehead and brings a sticky feeling underneath the t-shirt you have on, a feverish warmth surrounding your body. 

“I thought you liked it when I’m all sweaty?” His smile, while beautiful, is so arrogant you can’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Babe, I’d literally rather die than have you all up next to me right now.” 

In response, he squints his eyes, smiling scarily at you. His hold on your thigh becomes a little harsher as he presses in, bringing you closer to him before you can make a break for it. 

“Come here, Honey.” he says, voice just over a whisper–the voice that can make you do anything, slow and sultry–his hands are holding you upright and he’s grinning. He’s so pretty and so frustrating, and soon enough the heat is a secondary thought, escaping your mind as his hands move up and down your leg. 

He thinks you look so pretty like this, looking down at him and pretending not to care about his hands on you. Who knew indifference was so addicting? The way you try not to look, eyes closing when his fingers stray too close for comfort, breath hitching and cheeks flushed. You’re the loveliest thing he’s ever seen, lovely and aggravating and everything he wants.

“Don’t think about how hot it is, just love me.” He knows he has you; you’re melting in his hands, wrapped around his finger. “Come on baby, I know you want to.” 

And you do. You want to fall into him and never return to yourself, meld your skin into his and live as one beating heart. You’re so hot, whether from the air or his hands, you don’t know, but you think you could live like this forever if he keeps looking at you. 

“I do love you,” you breathe out, succumbing to his warmth just like he knew you would; crawling back into the bed to lay with him, breathing into his smile and kissing sweat into his skin. “I love you so much.”

© luvtak 2024

[imaniwriting]

Season 2 rafe when he has to leave his love reader to go live somewhere else because if wards 'death' and so he calls insomnia!reader at night and talks with her ti make her go to sleep and the pouges listen in on there conversation because they were accidentally hiding in his room?? Sorry if it doesn't make sense 😭

(Some requests got deleted and i don't remember them well enough to still write the imagine)

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 (requests are open)

Warnings : swearing

Summary : when rafe left, you realized that it wasn’t the pills that cured your insomnia it was rafe

Genre : fluff

Ever since rafe left you could not sleep. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired, no rather the opposite every part of your body begged for rest but your brain didn’t grant those wishes.

Only now had you realized that Rafe was the reason you slept so good. The way his arms were wrapped around you or the way you were close enough to hear his heart beat was the reason you could sleep.

But now all these things were gone, his scent, his kisses, his hugs maybe never coming back. You hit your head against the pillow hoping that maybe something in your head would move and you would fall asleep. But it didn’t and you were left to stare at the ceiling.

Then your phone started ringing making you flinch since it was so quiet only the sound of the waves hitting shore. “Fucking hell” you groaned sitting up in your queen sized bed.

You picked up your phone and put on your glasses the one you only used when it was night since you didn't like the way you looked with them.

You picked up the call with a smile after seeing the callers id and not long after Rafe’s face popped up on the screen “hi” you breathed out after seeing him smile at you through the screen.

“You have your glasses on!” He exclaimed laughing when you just stared at him he apologized and stared at you through the screen. “God i fucking miss you already.” He admitted he would never do so in front of anybody else but you were different.

“He’s whipped” whispered JJ from his place in the walk in closet the pouges all were stuffed into when they saw rafe entering the room. Sarah nodded she knew her brother he would never in a thousand years admit affection for someone.

“So what are you doing Mr. Cameron why are you still awake? You asked curiously while laying back down on her bed. Rafe shook his head “im awake because i know you can’t sleep and that you most likely wont until i help you to” he explained getting comfortable on his bed.

“Well i would love to tell you, you are wrong but sadly you aren’t.” You replied sighing. ”didn't know y/n needed help sleeping��� john b piped up leaning his head against the wall. Even though he was nervous about the whole being in Rafe Cameron’s closet thing he found it quite amusing.

“Did you at least try and take your pill’s?” He asked softly seeing the tired look on her face. “You just want me to fucking tell you that I can’t sleep without you do you Rafe?”

“Maybe” he said smiling slightly you were the only person that could read him. You let out a yawn which made Rafe smile harder he knew that this was the first stage now he only had to tell you random stories about his life before you and you’ll sleep.

”dude this is actually impressive” whispered Pope making JJ frown at him “what the fact that she starts getting tired?” He asked making pope shake his head “well not exactly that but it takes a lot to make a insomniac sleepy by just talking to them” he explained

“Baby, how was your day?” You asked running your hand through your hair. And with that Rafe started talking about how he missed you and how his day looked like without you. At the end you were fast asleep and the pouges were also trying not to fall asleep. It was after all almost 3 am.

“Good night baby i have to take care of something” rafe whispered hanging up and then he stood up walking over to the walk in closet already knowing what was waiting on him on the other side.

[biblical-chronicles]

Jackpot

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where Liam and the reader suffer the consequences of an eventful trip to Vegas

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Your skull felt like it was about to split in two, it was the kind of hangover where even thinking hurt. Every pulse of your head felt like someone was trying to drive an ice pick straight through your brain. You groaned, burying your face in the pillow, wishing for the sweet release of sleep to take you again. But no, the thirst was unbearable, and the ache wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

You cracked one eye open, squinting at the too-bright hotel room around you. Everything looked vaguely familiar, but then again, all the rooms in this Vegas hotel looked the same—plush carpets, bland artwork, and curtains that never fully shut out the light. You figured it had to be your room, though. You’d been invited along as part of the close-knit circle, and every member of the band had a nearly identical setup.

Dragging yourself out of the warmth of the bed felt like moving through quicksand, but the primal need for water and something—anything—to kill the angin' headache was too strong to ignore. With a groan, you swung your legs over the side and stood, immediately regretting it as the room tilted precariously.

You stumbled toward the little kitchenette area, hands trailing along the wall to keep you upright. Reaching the minibar fridge, you fumbled with the tiny bottles and snacks, searching for the savior of hangovers: water and painkillers. After what felt like an eternity, you managed to unearth a bottle of water and a packet of pills, tearing them open with clumsy fingers. You downed the pills and half the bottle of water in one go, sighing with relief even though your head still felt like it might implode.

Your body screamed at you to lie down again, so you shuffled toward the couch, figuring you’d stretch out there and see if you could snatch a bit more sleep. It wasn’t until you moved to sit that you noticed him.

Liam was sprawled across the couch, his long legs bent awkwardly to fit on the too-small piece of furniture. He was dead to the world, his face turned slightly into the arm of the sofa, his dark hair forming a messy halo around his head. For a moment, you just stared, your hazy brain not quite registering the oddity of the situation.

Must’ve come back here after the night out, you thought vaguely. It wasn’t uncommon for the lot of you to pile into one room after a mad night. Besides, it was Liam—he could’ve easily ended up here by mistake, not caring whose room it was as long as there was a couch to crash on.

You couldn’t help but notice how peaceful he looked, his usual sharp features softened in sleep. The faintest smile tugged at your lips as you lay down on the other end of the couch, careful not to disturb him. Your head was still pounding, but for a brief moment, the sight of him made it feel just a little more bearable.

Just as you were beginning to drift off, Liam stirred. He groaned loudly, his hand coming up to rub his face as he shifted to sit up. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, his voice thick with sleepiness. He blinked blearily at the room, his gaze eventually landing on you.

The sight of another person startled him awake fully. “Bloody—!” he yelped, jerking upright so quickly that he nearly fell off the couch. His wide eyes and furrowed brow were comically confused, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light despite your throbbing head.

“Relax,” you said, stifling more laughter as you pushed yourself upright. “I'ts just me and you’re in me room, apparently. God knows how you ended up on me couch, though.”

Liam ran a hand through his hair, still looking half-asleep and utterly disoriented. “Christ, I didn’t nick your bed, did I?”

You shook your head, grinning. “Nah, I was in it. Guess you just crashed here after... whatever the hell we got up to last night.”

“Right,” he muttered, squinting like he was trying to piece it all together. Then his hangover hit him full force, and he groaned, pressing his hands to his temples. “Ah, me head’s fuckin’ murderin’ me.”

“Join the club,” you said, standing up unsteadily. “Hang on, I’ve got some pills and water.”

Liam didn’t protest, slumping back into the couch with a pitiful groan. When you returned with the bottle and a fresh dose of pills, he took them like they were a gift from the heavens. “You’re a bloody angel,” he said, his voice quiet but sincere.

“Don’t ever forget it,” you teased, sitting down beside him.

For a moment, the two of you sat in companionable silence, the faint buzz of the city beyond the hotel window the only sound. Liam glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. Instead, he looked almost shy, fiddling with the water bottle cap as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

“So, uh,” he began, his voice low and careful, “you... you alright? After last night, I mean?”

“I think I’ll live,” you replied, letting out a small groan as you leaned your head back against the couch. “But I remember absolutely nothing. Not a clue what happened after... I think it was tequila shots?” You rubbed your temples, trying to piece together the blurry fragments of last night.

Liam gave a short laugh, low and scratchy, as he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Yeah, same. Total blackout. I remember you were talkin’ some right nonsense about a dog you used to have, though.”

You squinted at him. “I never even had a dog.”

“That’s what makes it even funnier, innit?” he said, his grin widening. For a moment, he looked like the Liam you’d always known—cheeky and confident.

The two of you fell into easy, light conversation, laughing quietly at the absurdity of the situation and trying not to move too much for fear of aggravating the pounding in your heads. It was surprisingly nice, sitting there with him, despite the hangover.

“What time is it, anyway?” Liam suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable rhythm.

You reached for your phone, groaning as you realized how far away it was. “No idea. Hang on.” You leaned over the couch arm, snagged it from the table, and squinted at the screen. “Oh, shit. It’s nearly eleven, and breakfast ends at half-past from what I know”

Liam sat up so fast he nearly knocked the water bottle out of your hand. “We’ve gotta leg it or we’ll be stuck findin’ summat outside, and I am not dealin’ with all that racket today.”

The thought of hunting down food outside the hotel—the noise, the people, the chance of running into paparazzi—made you both spring into action. Well, as much action as two hungover zombies could muster.

You stumbled toward the door, grabbing your shoes and stuffing them on while Liam muttered something about needing a good fry-up to save his life. Then you paused, noticing the rumpled state of your clothes. “Wait,” you said, gesturing to your outfit and then to his. “We’re still in the same stuff from last night.”

Liam glanced down at himself, taking in his crumpled shirt and slightly scuffed trousers, then shrugged. “No point fixin’ it. We’ll be late, and I’m not riskin’ missin’ out on some glorious fatty scran to soak up this hangover. Let’s go.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic, so the two of you stumbled into the hallway, squinting against the bright lights as you made your way to the elevator. Every step was a delicate balance of speed and not making your angin' heads any worse.

When you finally reached the breakfast area, the smell of bacon and coffee hit you like a blessing. The place was packed, but you managed to weave your way through the crowd, collapsing into a table just as someone came by to take your order.

You barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief before a series of wolf whistles pierced the air (and your head).

You looked up, and there they were: the rest of the band, spread across a nearby table, grinning like absolute idiots. Gem was the first to speak, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “Look who finally decided to show up. And together, no less.”

“Give it a rest,” Liam muttered, rubbing his temple as if the noise had physically hurt him. “Me head’s killin’ me already, and now I’ve got to deal with you lot.”

Liam grumbled under his breath as he and you shuffled over to the table where the rest of the band was sitting, every step seemingly worsening his already foul mood. You sank into the chair next to him, and the laughter from the group immediately kicked up a notch. Noel, lounging with his legs stretched out like he owned the place, raised an eyebrow at the two of you.

“Oh, so did you two already consummate your marriage, then?” Noel said with a smirk on his face.

Liam just blinked at him, completely thrown. “What the hell are you on about, you sick lunatic?”

The band erupted into cackling laughter, Bonehead nearly choking on his coffee while Gem slapped the table in amusement.

“Bloody idiots, the lot of ya,” Liam muttered, reaching for a glass of water and taking a long drink, clearly trying to ignore them.

“Can you not?” you said, groaning as you buried your face in your hands. The heat creeping up your neck was unmistakable, and their relentless teasing wasn’t helping your hangover one bit.

Gem leaned forward, an infuriating grin plastered across his face. “Alright then, do either of you remember owt from last night?”

“Nope,” you said quickly, shaking your head.

“Not a bloody thing,” Liam added, glancing at you.

Their laughter kicked up again, and Noel was nearly in tears. “Right, well, since you two are still in the same clothes, might be worth checkin’ your pockets, eh? Go on, Liam, do us all a favor and have a look.”

Liam shot him a suspicious glare, already irritated by all the noise and attention. “What’s in me pockets got to do with anything?”

“Just humor me, you tosser,” Noel said, gesturing dramatically toward Liam like he was a game show host. “Go on, then!”

With a heavy sigh, Liam reached into his trouser pocket, fishing around until his fingers found something crumpled. He pulled out a thick but wrinkled piece of paper, and held it up like it was evidence from a crime scene.

“What the hell is this?” he muttered, squinting at it.

“Read it out loud, mate,” Gem said, grinning at him. “Go on. Do us all the pleasure.”

“I swear, if this is some stupid—” Liam grumbled but reluctantly unfolded the paper. He tilted his head, squinting harder, his brow furrowing. “Right. It says... bloody... Oh, fuck off.”

“What? What is it?” you asked, your stomach sinking.

Liam rubbed his temple with one hand and held the paper in the other, as if willing it to disappear. “It’s—it’s bloody marriage papers, innit?”

The table exploded in laughter, the kind of deep, belly-aching howls that made you want to crawl under the table and disappear. Your face went so red you were sure it matched the ketchup bottle in front of you.

“What?” you managed to squeak, your head dropping into your hands as you tried to process the mortifying revelation.

Liam, on the other hand, was growing increasingly flustered, his voice rising with every word. “You lot let us get married on the piss? Are you mental?”

Bonehead nearly fell out of his chair laughing, and Gem looked like he was about to choke again. Noel, meanwhile, leaned forward, thoroughly enjoying the chaos he’d unleashed.

“Nah, mate,” Noel said, raising a finger like a professor delivering a lecture. “We didn’t let you. You two pissed off after we told you not to. Proper ran away like Romeo and Juliet.”

Liam’s mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for a response. “You’re tellin’ me we ran away?”

“Like lovesick teenagers,” Noel confirmed with a smirk. “Couldn’t bloody find you anywhere. You’d already done the deed by the time we caught up.”

Your mortification reached new heights, and you groaned again, pressing your palms against your burning cheeks. “Oh, God.”

“‘Bout time, though, eh?” Noel said, his smirk turning into a grin. “You two’ve been makin’ eyes at each other for bloody ages. Saved us the trouble of sittin’ through all the ‘will they, won’t they’ shite. Though the whole marriage thing might’ve been a bit rash, considering.”

“Rash?” Liam repeated, his voice incredulous. “It’s a bloody disaster, Noel!”

“No, it’s comedy gold, actually,” Noel countered, leaning back and sipping his coffee like he hadn’t just upended your entire morning.

The band, still howling with laughter, chimed in with more teasing remarks, each one landing like a blow to your already fragile state.

“Would’ve loved to see the vows,” Gem said, wiping tears from his eyes. “Bet they were dead poetic.”

“Probably went summat like, ‘swear down on me life to worship ya, you'll be me Yoko and I'll be John’” Bonehead added in an overly nasally voice, sending the group into another fit of cackling.

Liam slumped in his chair, glaring at his brother and bandmates. “You lot are absolute pricks, you know that?”

“Cheers,” Noel said, raising his coffee cup again.

Despite the embarrassment—and the headache—you couldn’t help but glance at Liam, your stomach doing flips at the thought of what had apparently happened. His cheeks were tinged pink, and his expression was somewhere between irritated and... something softer, almost like he was trying not to smile.

Liam cleared his throat and shoved his chair back with a loud scrape that made your already-pounding head wince. “Right then,” he said, standing up with a dramatic flair, arms gesturing wide like he was addressing a stadium. “If you lot don’t mind, me and the missus are gonna leave you to it. Got important... married couple things to sort, ain’t we?”

The table erupted into howls of laughter once again, not letting Liam off that easily.

“Bloody hell,” Noel said between wheezing laughs, wiping at his eyes. “So I'm guessing the consumation is bound to happen now?”

Liam scowled, grabbing your hand without another word. “Come on, love,” he muttered, tugging you after him. “Let’s get outta here before I end up in the papers again for lampin’ me own brother.”

“Good luck with yer honeymoon, Mr. and Mrs. Gallagher!” Noel called after you, setting the table off again.

Liam didn’t stop pulling you along until you were out in the corridor, the laughter muffled by the closing doors behind you. He finally stopped, letting go of your hand to lean against the wall and rub his temple. “Jesus Christ, they’re relentless,” he muttered, shaking his head.

You were still catching your breath from the impromptu escape, a laugh bubbling out despite the chaos swirling in your chest. “They’re not wrong, though,” you admitted, watching him carefully, your voice softer now. “We got married, Liam. Married.”

His gaze snapped to you, his expression immediately tightening “Yeah, about that…” His voice dropped, quieter now but still carrying that sharp Liam edge. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? Properly sorry. I don’t even remember it, but we’ll sort it. Annul it, divorce—whatever the fuck people do when they’ve cocked up like this.”

The way he said it, cautious and almost defensive, like he was bracing for you to rip into him, made something in your chest twist. He looked vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before, and you hated that he thought you’d be angry at him. You took a shaky breath, emotions crashing together too fast to untangle—confusion, embarrassment, and something warmer that had been there for longer than you’d care to admit.

“Liam,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “I’m not mad.”

He blinked, looking up at you with genuine surprise. “You’re not?”

You shook your head, a faint smile tugging at your lips despite everything. “I’m not. It’s not like you did this on your own, yeah? I said yes too—even if neither of us remembers it.”

His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. It wasn’t often Liam Gallagher was left speechless, but there he was, staring at you like he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what you’d just said.

You laughed lightly, the sound trembling with nerves and honesty. “I mean, what Noel said—he wasn’t completely wrong. I do have feelings for you, Liam. Always have, I think. And honestly? It’d be nice if you felt the same.”

He blinked again, his wide-eyed gaze searching yours as if he was waiting for a punchline that never came. “Really?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, all the attitude stripped away.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you stepped closer, reaching up to cup his face. Your thumbs brushed against the rough stubble on his jaw as you leaned in and kissed him.

For a heartbeat, he froze, and you wondered if you’d misread everything. But then he softened under your touch, his hands hesitantly finding your waist before pulling you closer. His lips, warm and slightly chapped, pressed against yours with a growing intensity that made your heart pound.

When his tongue brushed your bottom lip, you parted for him, and the kiss deepened. It was slow and exploratory, filled with a tenderness you hadn’t expected. His tongue grazed yours, sending a shiver down your spine as he drew you closer, his hands sliding up your back like he was anchoring himself to you.

Your hands moved to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms. He kissed like he meant it, like he’d been waiting for this as long as you had, and it left you breathless.

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested together as you both tried to catch up with your racing hearts. Liam’s eyes flickered over your face, a small, lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

“Well,” he said, his voice rough and low, “looks like you’ll be stickin’ with Miss Gallagher for now, eh?”

A laugh bubbled out of you, your cheeks burning as you shook your head. “Hopefully forever,” you murmured, only for a thought to strike you. You pulled back slightly, your brow furrowing. “Wait—Miss Gallagher?”

“Yeah,” he said, his grin turning cheeky, the light in his eyes practically sparkling. “If you check that paper, we did change yours, didn’t we? All official and that.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands, though you couldn’t quite hide your smile. “On second thought,” you said, peeking at him through your fingers, “it does have a nice ring to it.”

His grin widened, and he pulled you close again, his hands firm on your waist. “Oh, can’t wait to go back to England and do it proper,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement and a sense of pride.

You rolled your eyes but leaned into him, letting your head rest against his chest. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice full of affection as he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “But you love it, don’t ya?”

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another request from @shes-thunderstormssss is out the way now, loved writin' it (per usual), this love never disappoints with her request game swear down xx

hope all you lot like it too !! love ya all to bits x

[narryffdreaming]

lia and harry's story (four - i)

summary: harry is a bartender and lia lives right across the street. rating: +18 || warnings: mental health (anxiety) and smut word count: 12,8k

(ONE) | (TWO) | (THREE)

Finding the time to meet with Harry wasn’t easy. Something that should’ve probably been obvious, considering she worked in the mornings and afternoons, and he worked in the evenings and nights. 

Still, they both seemed determined to make it work anyway. Whether it was through spending the weekend attached to each other, through a quick visit during weekdays before he went to the bar, or even through at least a few texts during the busiest days. 

And then sometimes, when Harry worked the early shift and didn’t have to wake her up to get in, they would also meet up for random sleepovers. Harry would cross the street and arrive just in time to go to bed, then  leave the apartment right before Lia left for work. It wasn’t much, but it was something. And she loved the effort he put into it.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you tomorrow?” he’d asked softly in the quietness of the first night it had happened. To which Lia had responded with a nod as she brushed the curls on the back of his head. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I already feel bad enough you’ll have to wake up so early.”

Harry had rolled his eyes at that, but the corners of his mouth were still up as he snuggled closer to her. “Told you I don’t mind. I’ll just get home and sleep again.”

“I know… But I’ll feel better if you don’t have to drive me to work first.”

“Ok.” He’d sighed, not necessarily happy with losing a battle, but also not particularly bothered over losing that specific battle. “Fine. One step at a time. I’m making you breakfast, tho. That’s not negotiable.”

Lia more than happily accepted that, and as time went by, those random sleepovers during the week became some of her favorite moments so far. 

She liked to welcome Harry into her apartment after a long day at work. She liked to make out with him by the door, tiredly and just because. She liked to lay in bed as he showered, and she liked to watch him walk towards her wearing nothing but boxer briefs. 

She also liked how, no matter what they had been doing or how they had been laying in bed, when it came to falling asleep Harry would always place his hand on her waist and push her firmly against him. And then Lia would always roll on her side, feel his chest meeting her back, and make space for him to tangle his legs with hers. 

Harry would always kiss her shoulder before they drifted into silence. Or intertwine their hands and fingers as he hugged her around her belly. Or breathe deeply into the back of her neck and lull her gradually into sleep. 

And then one night, after he kissed her shoulder and as he pressed their hands onto her belly, Harry also murmured, “Good night, babe.” 

And Lia’s heart stopped beating.

And her lips curled into the biggest and silliest smile.

Because Harry had called her babe.

And whether Harry was conscious of it or not, that was now one of her favorite things to hear him say everyday — even when it was only through a text. 

Hey, babe. 

Bye, babe. 

Good night, babe.

Morning, babe. 

Babe.

Babe. Babe. Babe.

She. Lia. 

She was babe. 

And, oh God, how much she wished she could be his babe. 

And he could be her babe.

Only — only — his. 

And only — only — hers. 

One day, hopefully. 

One day. 

Distant… 

Subtle… 

Private… 

Tender… 

Warm-hearted… 

Brushes on her back.

Lia fluttered her eyelids open, instantly meeting the kindness of Harry’s green eyes. 

“Hi there,” he murmured.

She curved her lips into a sleepy and soft smile, then tried to make sense of the space around them. 

Her bedroom was still dark, but the lamp on her bedside table was on, just like the dim light on the hallway.

Lia had been sleeping on her stomach, both arms folded under the pillow and her legs pressed together. Next to her, Harry laid on his side, one arm bent by the elbow and tucked underneath his face while his other hand caressed her skin under the covers. 

“Breakfast’s ready,” he said. 

She stirred her body and snuggled her face on the pillow, humming as she tried to find her voice. “‘Mkay…”

Eyes shut once again, she focused on the feeling of his nails doodling down her spine, going lower and lower each second. 

Waking up for work had never been an easy task, but waking up for work during the last twenty days or so had reached a whole new level of difficulty — and she had only Harry to blame for that.

“You’re out of milk, by the way.”

“Mmm… ‘M almost out of toothbrush too.”

Harry chuckled. “I think you meant toothpaste, babe.”

Babe. Warmth spread through her cheeks, and she pressed her face even harder against her pillow. But then Harry’s fingertips reached her bum, and all the air got stuck in her throat. 

Unlike him, who had put his boxer briefs on before falling asleep, Lia laid in bed completely naked. He couldn’t see below her shoulder blades, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know what he was doing — in fact, as Lia had learned in the past few weeks, Harry always knew what he was doing. 

He grazed her bottom cheek, and Lia opened her eyes, suddenly wide awake and focused on his stare. 

Harry didn’t smile at her, nor teased her, nor played around. He drew the curve of her ass as if he was drawing the color of her eyes — focused, careful, slow… Sensual. He slithered the tips of his fingers down, then up again. Down, in slightly zig-zag motion, and up again. Down… And a little bit further, reaching the back of her thigh, and to the side. His nails aroused her skin, moving nonchalantly until he found her other cheek, and then started all over again. 

Lia held her breath and shivered. She tightened her legs to contain the feeling between them, and then relaxed her muscles, slightly parting her thighs open. 

Damn. She wanted him so bad. Still.  Again. Already. All the time.

Biting inside her cheek, she pulled her hand from under the pillow and placed her palm on the back of his neck. She stroked his skin a little, just for a moment, then dug her fingers and pulled him in. Getting him just close enough for a peck on his lips. 

Harry complied quickly, shuffling and readjusting until his chest almost touched her side, then hooking his ankle with hers and finally spreading his hand entirely open on her ass. 

It wasn’t a beautiful or graceful kiss, but it was a very real and very honest one. A kiss that happened despite the uncomfortable position, and that didn’t demand too many movements from any of them. 

Lia didn’t mind that everything felt a little bit clumsy and awkward. She didn’t mind that she had just woken up. She didn’t mind that she hadn’t even washed her face yet. She didn’t mind anything. She just wanted to enjoy him. Enjoy the moment.

Enjoy how slow everything was. How calm it was. How nice it was. How good it was. So good. 

So, so good.

Lia fiddled with the curls on the side of his head, and Harry squeezed her ass. Tightly. Unashamedly. Breathing in deeply through his nose while sucking her bottom lip. She hummed, happily, and he let her go, loosening the grip of his fingers and pecking her mouth one more time before dropping his head right next to hers. 

“Coffee is gonna get cold.” 

“Just five more minutes,” she murmured, wiggling so she could roll on her side and face him.

Harry moved as well, adapting to her new position. 

His movements were quick, automatic, but Lia sensed all of them anyway. Every detail. How he tugged the back of her thigh and hooked her leg around his hips, then how he moved his hand back up and circled her waist to pull her body closer. And also how, without a hitch, he bent his leg and rested his hairy thigh against her naked parts, and all at the same time slipped and stretched his other arm under the pillow they suddenly shared.

Lia sighed and placed her hands on his chest, where only inches kept them apart — although every time they took a breath her nipples casually touched his bare skin here and there. 

When they both settled, they were close enough that their noses almost touched, and his face was nearly a blur. 

It blew her mind, to be honest. How touchy he was. All the time — so, so touchy. But always with so much respect and so much tenderness that it constantly melted her heart. 

Like on other occasions, she didn’t know what to make out of this kind of affection. Because he wasn’t trying to have sex with her, he wasn’t teasing her, he wasn’t even smirking at her. Harry was simply there, laying with her. Eyes soft, focused on her. Muscles on his face all relaxed, as if that was exactly where he wanted to be. And arms holding her constantly, as if she was a part of him. 

And more often than not, Lia really wished she could be.

“I don’t wanna go to work,” she confessed, a soft whine almost leaving her body. 

Harry smiled and leaned in the last inch needed for their noses to brush. “Your kids would miss you.”

“I know…” Lia smiled, too. “And I wouldn’t do that to them.”

Harry chuckled, and pecked her lips. “No you wouldn’t.”

She truly wouldn’t. No matter how much she wanted to stay all day and everyday with him, she took her job too seriously, and she wouldn’t forgive herself if she ever dropped teaching children just to fool around with a guy. 

Even if that guy was Harry. 

And even if she didn’t like to think they were simply fooling around.

Although in the end that was more than likely all it would ever be — she couldn’t forget that. 

She couldn’t get her hopes too high.

Before her mind got too busy and ran way ahead of her, Lia spoke again, “Will you come home after your shift?” And then she widened her eyes. Shit. “Home, I mean, here. Y’know… My home. My house. Well, not my house, it’s an apartment actually, but—” 

Harry chuckled, and Lia groaned.

“Ugh. You know what I mean…”

“I do, babe.” He moved his fingers through her back. Up and down. Calmly. Just barely. “Don’t you wanna come to the bar tonight tho? You haven’t been there in a while…”

“Oh... Right.” Lia dropped her gaze down and nodded. “Maybe? Yeah. If I’m not too tired after work… Sure.” 

Harry was right, she hadn’t been to the bar for a while now. Not since the night she’d freaked out on him, which felt like ages ago now. 

But she also wasn’t sure she was ready for it yet. She wasn’t even sure she at least wanted to go back there anytime soon. 

“It’s ok if you don’t feel like it,” Harry said, sliding his hand to her thigh, then squeezing gently and lightly.

Lia stroked his chest, then grabbed the golden string of his tag necklace between her fingertips. 

“I’ll let you know how things go at work,” she offered, because maybe — maybe — she could get herself to change her mind until then. “Either way… Will you sleep here?”

“Hmmm… You sure? Four nights in a row now… I’m kinda getting used to waking up next to you, y’know? Won’t be easy to kick me out.”

Lia’s belly fluttered, and she pursed her lips to hold back the smile. 

She knew what he meant by that, because she really liked waking up next to him, just like she really liked falling asleep next to him. 

The difference, though, was that Lia still couldn’t get used to it. Or to him. Or to them. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea of things being real, or shake off the feeling that everything was too good to be true.

She kept trying, though. 

Constantly. 

She tried to enjoy him. She tried to feel him. She tried to kiss him. She tried to laugh with him. 

She tried to listen to him. She tried to talk to him. She tried to stay close to him. 

She tried to live day by day, and she tried to make the best out of every single moment with him. 

She tried, and tried, and tried.

And she would keep trying, for as long as she could. Trying to keep him around, and trying to keep that unexpected private bubble they’d created in the last few weeks safe and alive. 

She really would. 

For as long as she could. 

There was something buzzing next to her. 

She rolled to the other side, barely aware of her surroundings. But then it buzzed again, and again, and again. 

Lia opened her eyes and sat on her bed.

Shit. 

Everything was dark, and quiet. Except for the constant buzz on her mattress. Again. And again. 

She patted underneath her pillows, following the vibrations until her hands bumped into her phone. 

Harry’s name flashed through the screen, and she picked it up while jumping out of bed. 

“Hi—” Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “Hey… Sorry, one second.” 

He said something, but she was too busy hanging up and running out of her bedroom. 

She turned on the lights of the hallway, then based her movements on the dim yellow that reached the living room to make it to the front door. 

Only after she buzzed him in, Lia dropped her shoulders and sighed. 

Shit.

She rubbed her eye with the back of her finger, then checked the time on her phone. 3:17AM. 

Also, six texts and two missed calls. 

All from Harry.

(12:15 am) Harry: Heyyy, are you awake? I think I'm gonna be really late tonight.. Gotta chat with rohan about something (12:15 am) Harry: Do you still want me to go? I feel bad for keeping you up (1:08 am) Harry: Shit you’re already asleep aren’t you? Dont want to wake you :(  (3:01 am) Harry: I'm almost done here. I'll call you once I get there so you dont get mad at me 😝 but its ok if you dont pick up (3:01 am) Harry: We can meet up for lunch tomorrow or something (3:03 am) Harry: If you feel like it, of course. x

Shit. 

Shit, shit, shit.

Lia locked her phone and dropped her arms by her sides, then took a step forward and pressed her forehead against the closed door.

She almost messed things up. If Harry had ended up changing his mind and leaving, she would’ve never forgiven herse— 

No. 

C’mon. 

That was too much. Too dramatic. 

Even for herself. 

And there was no need to overreact. There really wasn’t. 

Things were fine between them. Another week had gone by and everything was still fine. She was just tired. Too tired. She had jumped out of bed but her brain hadn’t caught up yet. That’s all.

Things were fine.

Everything was— 

A knock on her door had Lia widening her eyes and jumping away from the wood. 

She exhaled through her mouth and placed her hand on her chest, right on top of her startled heartbeat. Shit. Shaking her head, she took the same hand to the key and opened the door for him. 

Harry stood in her hallway looking just as tired as she felt — frowning, with a hand pinching his lips, and his hair all over the place. 

“Heeey,” he whispered, then dropped his shoulders and curved his lips up. “There you are... Third time’s a charm.”

“Wha—” A yawn got in her way, and she held the door with one hand while covering her wide-open mouth with the other. It was a long and loud one, and when all air finally got out through her mouth, Lia shook her head and shivered. “Ugh… Sorry…” 

Harry tilted his head and watched her for a moment. And then he took a step forward and hugged her neck. 

“Sorry for waking you up,” he said, pulling her into his chest and pressing a gentle but cold kiss to her forehead. 

Lia frowned. She put her hands on his hips and took a step backwards, getting away from him and removing his hold from around her. “No offense, but you’re cold. So let’s get you warm before there’s any kissing or touching, okay?”

“O—”

“Also, don’t apologize for waking me up.”

Harry curved his mouth in that half smirk she had already gotten pretty well used to, and then he nodded once. Quickly and sharply. “Yes ma’am.”

Lia rolled her eyes and turned around, but still felt the smile growing on her lips as she marched back to her room.

“C’mon,” she offered. “Let’s go to bed now.”

Soft laughter filled the air behind her, followed by the click of the door being closed. 

“Be there in a minute,” Harry eventually said.

And Lia didn’t fight him on that, because she knew there were a series of steps Harry would follow before laying next to her. She knew he would make sure everything was properly locked first, that he would take a quick shower right after, and that he would also stop by the kitchen to get something to drink. 

He’d done all that so many times during the past weeks, that she liked to think of it as “part of their routine” now — even though she still couldn’t believe they had a routine in the first place.  

Back into her bedroom, she turned the bedside lamp on and put her phone right next to it. She jumped into bed and slid towards the side next to the window — also known by her as her side now — then tucked herself under the quilt and waited for him.

.

.

.

“You can turn off the light, babe,” Harry said, and Lia jolted in bed. She blinked, watching him drop his backpack and jacket near the dresser. “Go back to sleep, yeah?”

Lia blinked again.

And again.

“Are you taking a shower?”

“Mhm… ‘S that ok?”

She rolled her eyes, and then she closed them.

“Just make it quick and come to bed, Harry.”

Harry laughed, a little too loud considering how late (or early) it was. “You get so bossy when you’re tired.” 

“Sorry…” 

“‘M not complaining. To be honest I like it.”

Lia snorted. “Mhm… Right…”

Harry chuckled some more, then he said something else, but she didn’t really process the words. Not anymore. 

Instead, she nuzzled her cheek into her pillow and cozied up underneath the blankets. Then comfortably waited for him.

.

.

.

There was shuffling and rustling, and Harry’s scent seeped through her. 

Eyes still closed, Lia rolled and faced the window, waiting for him to settle into their usual position and kiss her shoulder goodnight. 

Things were lazy and fuzzy, but she still felt his presence as he jumped into bed and got closer to her. His body spreading warmth under the sheets and enveloping her in a cloud of comfort before he could at least even touch her. 

But then Harry placed his hand on her waist and tugged, forcing Lia to land on her back. She blinked as he shuffled and huddled on her side, and then she furrowed her brows as he rested his head on her chest, hooked one ankle with hers, and threw his arm around her waist. 

He sighed, but didn’t say a thing. And as seconds went by, and even though Lia enjoyed the way he kept clinging to her, she couldn’t help but break the silence and ask, “Is everything okay?”

Harry nodded. “I just hate nights like these.”

“Oh.” She released her arms from his grip and placed them around his neck, offering a gentle hug. “Why? What happened?”

“Too many people… Then it took too long to close.”

She hummed and closed her eyes, then nuzzled her cheek into his curls. It was nice to lay with him like that, so she surely would try to make the most out of it. “Hate too many people.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Lia smiled at the darkness. She threaded her fingers through his hair, feeling his curls between her fingers and his scalp underneath her nails. 

After a moment of silence, he sneaked his hand under her t-shirt and slid his palm all over her belly, rubbing circles before placing it back on her waist.

“Also… Our boss was there.”

Lia furrowed her brows. “Your boss?”

Harry nodded. 

That was new. Probably the first time Harry had ever mentioned his boss. No, definitely the first time Harry had ever mentioned his boss. 

Still, it shouldn’t have been so weird to hear that, right? After all, she knew neither him or Rohan or Sage owned the bar. 

But he didn’t sound particularly excited about it, to be honest. Nor even neutral. 

If anything, there was suddenly some new apprehension in the air. Tension, maybe? Uneasiness? She wasn’t sure. But she was definitely not used to facing any of that around him — not unless she was the one speaking or going through something, of course. 

“And that’s… Is that a bad thing?”

Harry shrugged, but didn’t answer, and Lia opened her eyes. 

She blinked a couple of times to adjust to the darkness, then thought carefully about what her next words should be.  There was something clearly bothering him, and she didn’t want him to think she didn’t care about it. But she also didn’t want him to feel pressured to speak. She would hate to make someone feel like that. 

“Is that… Why you had to stay so late tonight? Because of your boss?”

“Uh, no… He left before we closed, then it was just me and Rohan…”

“Oh.” Lia nodded, moving her fingers around the back of head. “Right.”

He had, actually, texted her something about talking to Rohan… Maybe that was— 

“I think,” Harry suddenly said, a little slower than he normally would. “I think he’s closing the bar.”

“W—what?”

He traced circles on her skin with his thumb, then moved his foot up and down, brushing her ankle with his toes.

When he didn’t add any other piece of information, Lia asked, “Why?!”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know… Feels like a long story… And it’s almost four in the morning.”

At that, Lia frowned. 

“Okay…”

Once again, there was silence. And seconds went by before she spoke again. 

“I don’t mind, tho, y’know? I mean, you can tell me… We can talk… If you want to, of course.”

“It’s fine… Don’t worry about it.”

Lia closed her eyes and sighed. 

Getting Harry to open up and share things with her wasn’t easy. He was great at asking questions, at listening, and at paying attention to details about her life. He always made her feel seen, and like he truly cared, and like he would one hundred percent be there for her if she ever needed him to. 

On the other hand, Harry barely spoke unless she asked, and even then sometimes he would stop himself mid-sentences and change the subject towards her, as if he realized he was talking more than he should. 

It was one of the things she still couldn’t figure out about them — maybe he didn’t trust her enough, maybe he didn’t feel comfortable sharing things with her, maybe he didn’t want to share things with her.

Or maybe he was hiding something from her. 

Maybe she was so blinded by her attraction to him that she was ignoring a red flag or something.

Maybe she had welcomed him in too easily. 

Too fast.

Maybe she had— 

Lia opened her eyes and cleared her throat. 

She seriously had to stop doing that to herself. 

“Did your conversation with Rohan have anything to do with your boss?” 

“Yeah… Kinda.”

“Are you guys worried?” she tried again. “About… Y’know, about your jobs?”

To be fair, Lia wasn’t sure where she was trying to get at, but at least she was trying to keep the conversation going, right?

At least she was trying to understand him better. 

And at least she wasn’t giving her mind a chance to start acting up on her again. 

“I think? I mean, fuck I don’t know.” He chuckled, kind of tiredly, kind of humorlessly. “I know it’s not the fanciest job to have, but we like the bar. And we like working there. I mean, we’ve been practically running the place by ourselves for the last few months, so…”

“So your boss isn’t around that much?”

“Nah… He doesn’t really care about the place. His brothers did. They used to be there all the time. Great guys.”

“What happened to them?”

“They passed away last year.”

“Both of them?”

“Yeah… It was a car accident.”

“Damn,” Lia whispered. 

“Yeah… I mean, I get the guy wants to sell the place, but he’s been treating us like idiots, y’know? He made this big speech about sales and shit, so we spent the last months coming up with ideas to make more money and convince him to keep the place… And now that things got better than never, we realized we’ve been just fucking wasting time and effort because apparently no matter what we do he’s still going to fucking sell it anyway.”

Lia’s chest tightened. Harry’s frustration and anger was nothing but obvious. Not only because of the tone of his voice or his choice of words, but also by the way his body felt tense and heavy on top of her. 

Lia didn’t know what to say, but she wanted Harry to know that she was listening, and that she was interested in what he was telling her. She wanted him to keep talking, telling her things. So she squeezed her arm around him, brushing his shoulder in the same way she kept brushing his scalp with her other hand, and murmured, “I’m sorry, H.”

It took him a moment to answer. A moment in which he breathed slowly, then eventually squeezed her waist, “It’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”

She pressed her lips together, holding her thoughts back. Of course it was a big deal.

“And there’s nothing you can do to change his mind?”

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, the guy doesn’t need the money, he just wants to get rid of the place, so… That’s it. We can’t force him not to.”

Lia nodded. 

Once again, she was taken aback by how little she knew about him. How little she knew about the people in his life, and how little she knew about the things that happened outside her apartment. 

“The live music… Did you and Rohan come up with that?”

“Yes… Rohan brought a couple of friends one night to see what would happen, and it seemed to work really well so… We just made it a thing.”

“I think it was a really good idea.”

“Yeah?” He lifted his head and turned it to the side, pressing his chin on her chest and looking at her. “You think so?”

She tucked her head down to meet his gaze, then brushed his curls back from his forehead. 

“Mhmm… Really enjoyed it.”

He curved his mouth into a soft smile — so soft that she almost didn’t notice it.

“We also started karaoke once a week,” he mumbled, barely moving his mouth as he remained settled on her boob. “People seem to be having a lot of fun.”

“Really?!” Lia widened her eyes. “When was that?”

Harry chuckled, lifting his chin and laying back on his cheek. Just like before. “Wouldn’t be a surprise if you had shown up at the bar. It’s been months, y’know? You should see Rohan… Poor guy… Wondering where you are…”

Lia rolled her eyes. There he was again… Bringing Rohan up. It didn’t matter how many times she pointed out how wrong he was, Harry still managed to tease her about it during the most unexpected times. 

Which was why she had now decided to simply ignore him. 

“What else has changed? Y’know, since the last time I was there.”

“Hmmm… Just the karaoke thing, I think…”

“Oh…” She nodded. “Well, it’s already a lot, tho, isn’t it? I mean, live music and karaoke…”

“It is, yeah. But we’ve been just trying out ideas… I don’t know. We were kind of planning to organize things better and start a trivia night, too.”

“Ohh, that’s so cool!” Lia smiled to the ceiling. “Jillie and Molly love that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“You should bring them around again sometime, then. I mean, I don’t think trivia night s’gonna happen now that he’s selling it, but… You should still bring them to the bar sometime. You should go to the bar sometime.”

Lia felt the smile fading from her face, but the fear of Harry finding out how much the idea scared her was stronger than the fear of the idea itself, so she pulled herself together and kept going.

“Yeah… I should. What if the next owner wants to keep it a bar, tho? Maybe your boss will only sell it, not close the place.”

“Maybe, yeah… Who knows… We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” 

Lia hummed, and raked her fingers through his curls. 

“Did you… I don’t know, ever wondered what you would do… If you didn’t work at the bar?”

There was a pause, in which Lia could tell — by the hums and sighs — that Harry was debating on his answer. 

Eventually, he shrugged. “Not really… I mean I know it’s just a bar, but it was the first job I got when I got here, so…”

Lia nodded. Once again, she thought the next words carefully, seeing the opportunity to ask another question she’d been wanting to ask for a while. “And when was that? I mean, how long have you been in the US?”

“Hmm… Around three, four years?”

“Wow.”

“I know.” Harry sighed. “Exciting life, huh?”

She furrowed her brows. “I… I think it’s exciting, yes. To leave everything behind and start something new? It’s scary, but exciting, I think.”

Harry hummed, and lifted his head. He placed his chin back on her chest, using her breast as a cushion while staring into her eyes. He flickered his eyes around her face for a moment, a long moment, and then nodded, “Yeah… You’re right. I think it is, yeah.”

Lia narrowed her eyes at him and laughed, almost questioning his actions.

Harry shook his head. 

“So,” he said, then went back to his previous position, resting his cheek on her chest and facing the window, “tomorrow’s Saturday.”

Lia blinked. “Uh, yeah, it is.”

“Do you have any plans?”

“Not really… Have some laundry to do and things to get ready for work, but other than that…”

She shrugged. 

Harry hummed, then slid his hand up through her side. Once he reached her ribcage, he dragged his touch to her front, right under the curve of her breasts, and then drifted back down.

“Other than that…” he teased, spreading his hand open on her belly. “You’re all mine.”

He tickled around her bellybutton, and Lia yelped. 

“Stop!” She squirmed and laughed, kicking his leg and shoving his arms away. “Harry!... Stop… C’mon!... I’m tired!”

Harry chuckled, then stopped moving so she could lay on her back once again.  

“Sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and another to her jaw. He went back to hugging her, then, and to using her chest as a cushion for his chin. “Just like to make you laugh.”

Lia sighed. She bit her lip and tucked her own chin down, then nestled her hands back on his curls. 

Harry looked at her with a hint of joy in the green of his eyes, and Lia took the opportunity to study other details of his face. Paying attention to everything, meanwhile never stopping the random and tender movements of her fingers around his hair. 

Harry closed his eyes, and when all sounds faded away, silence lightly engulfed them. 

There was a pause, then. 

A couple of calm and gentle breaths between them. 

And then, with a soft and careful whisper, Harry asked, “Are you?”

“Am I what?”

Another pause. 

Until Harry blinked his eyes open and met her distracted stare.

“All mine.”

Her heart stopped, her hands froze, and her lungs stilled. 

What?

“All… I mean…” She knitted her eyebrows together. Then blinked. Then cleared her throat. And then chuckled. Nervously, the sound quivering almost just as much as her stomach. 

It wasn’t so much because of his question — although that was more than enough to provoke a meltdown on its own. But there was something about the way Harry stared at her… Something she couldn’t name. Nor understand.

He looked serious. His lips were pressed together, his jaw was clenched, and he kept flickering his eyes between hers. 

He had done the same thing hundreds of times before, as if he had the ability to read the answers to his questions written all over her face. But he had never looked at her like that. 

He had never looked so… in pain? —or nervous, maybe? Unsure? Afraid?

What was it?

What was he thinking? 

What was he feeling? 

She couldn’t know, and she couldn’t guess. But whatever it was, it brought heaviness deep into her stomach. Which was why she didn’t dare to raise her voice when she settled with one single question, made out of one single word, “What?”

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again. He lifted his chin and shook his head, looking down and away from her. 

“‘M sorry.” He took one hand to his face and rubbed up and down, several times, then raked his hair back.

“Harry…”

Without looking at her, he sighed and shook his head again. Almost as if shaking the question off. As if shaking her off. And yet, he scooched up and nuzzled his face into her neck, half-lying on top of her body. He breathed in deeply, then exhaled loudly and into her skin. It made her shiver, and she bit her lip while staring at nowhere and waiting for his answer.

What the hell was going on?! 

“Harry,” she tried again. As gently, as softly, and as bravely as she could. “I— I just… You took me by surprise with that... I didn’t… I mean… I didn’t know that you… Well, do you… Y’know… Do you want me… To be? All yours?”

Another pause — a short but cruel one. 

And then he nodded. 

“I’m not good at sharing, to be honest,” he murmured into her skin. “Hate sharing. Don’t wanna share you.”

Her heart hammered inside her chest, and her belly knotted heavily and painfully. It seemed silly, but that was so important to her. And she knew it wasn’t exactly a label for what they had, but it was something, wasn’t it? 

She secured her arms tightly around his neck and nuzzled her face onto the side of his head. Then, with her lips right by his ear, she offered another murmur back to him, “You’re not sharing me.”

She couldn’t see him, but she felt his smile into the curve of her neck, and it made her smile, too. 

He didn’t say a word, but filled her with affection — tightening his arm around her waist and kissing her skin. Gentle, small pecks all around the side of her throat. Over and over again.

It tickled, and Lia giggled, hugging him while he remained hidden from her view. 

“Good,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss. “‘M sorry if that was weird.”

“It’s okay… It wasn’t.” 

Except it was. 

Of course it was. 

His behavior that night felt somehow inconsistent with most of his actions and words up until then. And yet how could she blame him for that? It probably had been one of the most vulnerable conversations they’d shared when it came to his life. Which — yes — it was still frustrating considering how little she knew anyway, but at least it was something, wasn’t it? It was a step. It was more than nothing. And it was more than enough for her. 

“Can we sleep like this tonight?” Harry asked.

Lia nodded, nuzzling her cheek into his curls and squeezing his neck into her arms. “Of course.”

To be fair, right then and there, there was nothing she wanted more than to be able to hold him like that forever. 

So that’s what she did. If not forever, at least for the rest of that night.

Lia still hadn’t told Jillie what a great idea placing the bed sideways and against the wall had been. After all, it had been her idea — back when Lia was still only exploring her options and both Jillie and Molly tagged along to check a couple of apartments with her.

“Ohhh, can you imagine placing your bed right here?” she’d said, dreaming out loud as she stood in front of the window and opened her arms to the view. Even after over a year, Lia could still hear the sweet and enthusiastic voice echoing inside the empty bedroom. “You could wake up every morning staring right into this view! I bet it would cheer you up everyday!”

Molly had stepped up right then and reminded Jillie she was overstepping — again — which led to the fiftieth apology of the day and a new promise to stay quiet. Which she did, until they reached the kitchen and she pointed out a crack in the wall. 

As annoyed as Lia recalled being with her friend on that specific day, she couldn’t deny the suggestion ended up being one of the reasons why, when the time came, she’d picked that specific apartment over any other. 

Sure, the view wasn’t extraordinary, but it led towards the back of the building and allowed her to watch the sky and (a little of) the neighborhood over a two-floor old construction, which was way more of what she could say about the view from her living room. 

She almost never closed the sheer curtains now, not even to sleep. She liked to open her eyes facing the sky — it soothed her during her moodier and glummer days, and it also helped her to get out of bed most mornings, especially when she wasn’t forced by work. 

“Lia?” 

Lia blinked, and turned her head to the other side. 

Leaning by the door frame, Harry crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, then tilted his head as he examined her face. 

“What?” She chuckled, looking down from his face to the rest of his body. 

Like every morning, he wore nothing but boxer briefs, and all the tattoos and muscles begged to consume all of her attention. She knew better than to get caught staring at him though, so she quickly darted her gaze back to his.

Harry smirked, anyway.

“I know that look,” he said, uncrossing his arms and walking towards her. Once he got close enough to get into bed, he sat next to her and patted her ankles. “What’s on your mind?”

Lia loosened the grip of her arms around her bent knees and shrugged, then spread her legs open for him.

“Nothing,” she said. 

Harry hummed and scooched over, sitting between her knees and leaning his back on her chest. He shuffled down until his head was laying on her breasts, and Lia crossed her arms around his neck, pressing her forearms on his collarbones and resting the back of her head on the headboard. 

“Just thinking about the apartment… By the way, does it bother you to wake up like this?”

He placed one elbow on each one of her thighs and his hands on top of her knees. 

“You mean naked? And next to you?”

She snorted. Of course that’s what would pop on his mind.

“No, I mean—”

“Under you?”

“No—”

“On top of you?” 

“Harry!” 

She smacked his shoulder, chuckling along with him. “Jesus. I mean with no curtains and… Y’know… Light on your face.” 

“Ohhh…” Harry nodded. “Yeah I don’t think so. I mean, most days is still dark when we wake up, so…” He shrugged. “You wake up awfully early, y’know?” 

“And you go to bed awfully late, y’know?”

Harry laughed, spreading his fingers open around her knees. “Touche babe. Why did you ask, tho?”

“‘M just thinking… I’m used to it but I know some people don’t like it.” 

“Hmm… Well, I’ll let you know if it ever bothers me.”

“Okay,” Lia said, breathing out a laugh. 

She kept her legs slightly bent for him to hold her, then hunched a little to put her chin on top of his head. Harry distracted himself by doodling random patterns on her bare thighs and knees, and Lia kept focusing on any movements outside the window. 

It really was a beautiful day, sunny and cloudless. Almost like summer. 

Although Lia had a feeling outside was way colder than it looked to be. 

“So…” Harry eventually said, breaking the silence. “I think I’ll head back to mine after lunch.”

“Oh…” Lia blinked, processing the information. “Okay. Yeah.”

She looked at his body spread between her legs, felt his weight against her chest, and followed the path his fingertips kept drawing on her thighs. 

And then, she pulled her brows together and asked, “Why tho?”

“Well… Mostly because I’m out of clean clothes.”

Oh. 

Lia nodded.

“Right.”

She didn’t have a comeback for that. 

She wouldn’t have minded doing his laundry while also doing hers, nor offering the basement of her building for him to wash and dry whatever clothes he had around, but there was a very thin line between “spending a lot of time together” and “being clingy” that she didn’t want to cross. So, instead of pointing any of that out, she took the safer route, forcing out an annoyed sigh and teasing him to ease the mood. 

“Fine, then. Go back to your place. Whatever.”

Soft laughter bursted out of his chest, and its sound resonated with her body, breaking her upset façade into a smile as well. 

“Don’t be sad,” he said, tilting to peek at her. “I can come back later if you want, just gotta say the word.”

“Yeah, I don’t know.” She shrugged, playing nonchalant even though she knew her expression gave everything away. “I’ll think about it.”

Harry’s gaze softened while looking at her, and Lia curved her closed mouth into a smile. She pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, and Harry hummed. When she pulled away, he went back to facing forward and laying on her chest, and she made herself comfortable by resting her chin on the top of his head. 

Closing her eyes for a moment, Lia exhaled deeply. All of her constant trying seemed to have been worth it for once, because over a month had passed and Harry was still around. And they were still good. And she was happy. And their private bubble was still safe. And still alive. 

“Guess I’m gonna make the most of it and shave at home, too,” Harry said, breaking the silence. “Also I gotta—”

“You what?!”

“Hm?” 

“Shaving? You’re shaving?”

“Yes…?” 

“Why?!”

Harry dropped his weight to his side and twisted his body, looking at her with raised brows and a smirk on his face. “What do you mean why?”

She opened her mouth, and closed it again. She couldn’t find the words to say, because she didn’t know what she was trying to say. All she knew was that Harry looked great just the way he was. His stubble wasn’t a beard, but it had definitely grown way longer than any other time she’d seen him, and she was loving it. She truly was. 

So… 

Y’know… 

Did he really have to shave?! 

“Lia?”

“You’re not shaving,” she blurted out. 

And Harry’s smirk got even bigger. 

“I’m not?”

“I mean… It’s just… Well… Y’know!” 

She withdrew her arms from around his neck and pushed his shoulders, trying to get away from that position they were in. 

Except, of course, Harry didn’t let her. 

“Babe,” Harry breathed out with a chuckle, then tightened his grip on her legs to keep her still. “C’mon, what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head. “I’m being stupid.”

“Hey,” he called, lifting his arm and placing his hand on the back of her neck. “Look at me.”

Lia sighed, but didn’t fight him at all, doing as he told her to.

He was still leaning on her chest, legs stretched and spread open on the mattress whilst he tilted his upper body and twisted his neck to look at her. 

“I haven’t shaved in a while.”

“I know.”

“Don’t you think it got too long?”

“I—”

“Be honest,” he added. 

She flickered her gaze between his deep and intense green eyes, then dropped the tension off from her shoulders. 

“No, I don’t.”

“You think I shouldn’t shave, then?” 

“I think you should do whatever you—”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of playfulness on his face. “Always so kind and polite. But what would you like me to do? Huh? Want me to keep it?” 

.

.

“Yes.” 

“Ok.” He nodded once. “Then I’ll keep it.” 

“You will?” she almost murmured. “Just like that?”

“Mhmm… Just like that.” He moved his fingers, stroking her neck up and down. “Haven’t you noticed yet, that all you gotta do is say what you want, and I’ll do it?” 

Lia swallowed. She felt so small and vulnerable sitting behind him, and yet so powerful and in charge at the same time. Watching down at him as he laid between her legs and stared at her over his shoulder… 

Damn.

Biting her lip, she placed her hand on his cheek and brushed her thumb up and down, feeling his facial hair underneath her skin as she lost herself inside the green of his eyes. 

“What else do you want, Lee?” he whispered, drowning into her gaze. “Hm? Tell me…”

She knew she would never be able to find the words to answer him, but that didn’t mean there was nothing else she could do about it. So she held his stare and slid her hand to the back of his head, then discreetly hunched down.

No vocal instructions were needed for Harry to take the lead next. He simply dug his fingers on her skin and stretched his neck, then parted his mouth only enough to stick his tongue out and run its tip over her lips. 

Lia’s eyes fluttered shut for half a second, her belly twisting and tingling at his subtle and yet bold action. But then Harry rolled his lips in and licked them, and Lia made sure to keep watching as he parted them again and stuck his tongue out.

The silent invitation didn’t go unnoticed, and although Lia wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do or how, she didn’t think twice before closing her eyes and leaning to capture his tongue and suck it into her mouth. Harry hummed, and Lia moved her hand back to his face, holding him in place and feeling his stubble under her palm as she instinctively bobbed her head up and down. 

Another hum left Harry’s throat, and Lia felt the way he slid his fingers through her scalp, then closed them into a fist and grasped her hair tightly. He pulled and pulled, until a soft and painful hiss escaped through her lips and Lia didn’t have any other option but to move along and let go of him. 

When she opened her eyes, Harry’s burning gaze was already waiting for her. 

“Can I go down on you?” 

His raspy voice echoed from inside her ears to between her legs, and it took her a moment to process his words. She swallowed, cradling his cheek and running her thumb over his lips as her heart grew twice its size. She couldn’t stop looking at him, she just couldn’t. The softness in his face had been replaced by nothing but determination, and she could feel a very distinct new wave of heat and need radiating from every single one of his pores. 

“Can I?” Harry tugged her hair again, and Lia tilted her head back. “Please?” 

“Y—yeah.” 

It felt silly to answer when he’d already done it so many times before, or when they’d gotten so close and touchy around each other that consent had started to feel rather obvious. And yet, for some reason it made sense that he was asking, because whatever was happening between them right then and there, definitely didn’t feel the same as anything else that had happened other times before. 

Which didn’t mean it wasn’t good.

Nor exactly what she wanted.

Or even more.

Starting with the way Harry turned and sat on his heels, then grabbed each one of her ankles with one hand and yanked, dragging her body until she landed on her back. 

She gasped and blinked at him, watching as he got on all fours and caged her head on the mattress between his hands. He leaned down, then, crashing their mouths together for a sloppy and hurried kiss before he crawled backwards and dragged himself all the way down to her hips. 

He placed his face right where she was warm and tingling for him, then rubbed his nose over the blue lace, breathing her in so deeply that one could even hear the air filling his lungs. 

Shit. 

She squirmed underneath him, and Harry peeked at her. 

“Still ok?” he asked, running his fingers along the edge of her panties. “Can I keep going?”

She lifted her bum and nodded at the ceiling, unable to hide how desperate she suddenly was. 

“Y—yes. Just… Yes.” 

Harry sat back and took the item off, then Lia held herself on her elbows to watch as he made himself comfortable on his stomach and between her legs. 

Seemingly lost in his own world, Harry used both hands to spread her open and took a moment to stare at the most intimate part of her body. Under the sunlight, whilst the rest of the world outside lived their most normal lives. 

Lia breathed in and out, and her chest moved heavily up and down as she watched him watch her and. And then Harry peeked at her, and even though Lia knew what was about to happen, she wasn’t prepared for how intense it would be.

Oh boy, she definitely — definitely — wasn’t prepared for how intense it would be. 

She wasn’t prepared to be held captive in his stare as he dipped down and pressed one open-mouthed, long kiss to her. Or to watch him nuzzle even deeper and flutter his eyes shut as he hummed into her. Or to witness the moment something would snap inside him and he would turn into a man on a mission — one who wouldn’t stop until he achieved his most cherished and yearned goal. 

A man who would get on his knees and hook his arms under her thighs, then yank her body closer and shove his face between her legs while pressing her stomach down. 

Shit. 

Lia held her breath and bit her lip, catching the way Harry lost any possible inhibitions and tasted her fully. Inch by inch. Flattening his tongue out and licking her once. Then twice. Then thrice. And then he closed his lips around that spot that he knew would drive her insane and opened his eyes right before he sucked it into his mouth, and Lia jolted. 

She closed her eyes and fell back to the mattress, leaving all traces of coherent thoughts behind. 

From then on, all there was and all that mattered was the flicking, swiping and lapping of his tongue. The sucking of his lips. The pressing and rubbing of his nose. The buzzing of his low and thirsty hums. The hunger, the ambition. The commitment. 

Harry was wet, and sloppy, and sinful, and frenzy. He was unashamed, unreserved, and unapologetic. He was loud. And he was tireless.

He certainly didn’t care about hurrying up. And he made sure to let her know how much he enjoyed every second of it. How much he enjoyed working her up. How much he enjoyed making her shiver. And how much he enjoyed watching her squirm because of him. 

And Lia was usually so contained — so conscious to keep her sounds as tactful and discreet as possible. But she just couldn’t help herself this time, too gone to have the strength to filter herself. Which was why she barely registered when she arched her back and searched for his hair, or how she grunted when she couldn’t reach him and had to settle for the sheets by her sides.  

“Oh—Oh my God.” 

She closed her hands into fits and held herself tightly as she rolled her hips up and down. Moaning and cursing. Desperate to swallow him in. 

Harry crossed his arms on her belly and kept her close to his mouth, forcing her to stay still as he fed himself like he needed it to survive. 

There was something very self-absorbed about the way he moved, about the way he licked, and sucked. As if he weren’t doing it for her, but for himself. And yet, nothing about it felt thoughtless or inconsiderate. On the contrary, Lia had never felt more appreciated and valued by someone. Being pushed to an abyss of pleasure where no inch of herself was unwanted or dismissed. 

Breathless, and out of her mind, Lia moved her legs around his neck. And when Harry grunted with approval and sank his hands on the crease where her hips met her thighs, she hooked her ankles on his back and squeezed him closer. 

Harry dug his nose and breathed her in. Deeply. And then, without actually moving away from her, he spoke again.

“Look at me,” he said. 

Lia lifted her head and tucked her chin to do as he wished, then met a sight once in her life she could have only dreamed about — Harry laying on her bed and between her legs, grasping at her thighs like they belonged around his neck. Face buried inside her.

And if that weren’t enough to make her want to explode, Harry locked eyes with her. He took care of her and drenched himself with her wetness without a single care in the world. His mouth. His chin. His cheeks. His stubble. Everything. He drowned in her pleasure.

Her arms trembled as she held herself on her elbows, and heat pooled deep inside her — it pooled and it burned deep inside her. 

She couldn’t hold it back anymore. She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. But she couldn’t look away. She just couldn’t. The sound of his mouth was dirty, but not dirtier than the sight of it. He was growling. Eager. Greedy. 

Determined to drive her to the edge and make her forget even her own name.

And she did. 

Lia forgot all about who she was, where she was, when it was. All she knew was him. Harry. 

Harry, Harry, Harry. 

All she saw. All she heard. All she felt. 

Him. 

Harry. 

Harry, Harry, Harry. 

Lia froze as electricity took over her entire body. Her vision faded to black, and a last soft, intense moan of his name bursted out of her mouth and into the gorgeous bright Saturday morning. Muscles clenching, body crumbling down, legs moving on her own. 

Earth stopped spinning. 

Time slowed down. 

Her lungs begged for air. 

And Lia kept her eyes shut. Because there was absolutely nothing else she could do but lay there and catch her breath. 

Light. 

Warm. 

Overjoyed. 

Harry crawled up her flushed and sweaty body, holding his weight on top of her with one elbow on each side of her head (like he always did) and kissing her mouth. 

She responded tiredly, but longing for him. She tasted herself on his tongue, and she hugged him closer, pushing him until he wasn’t strong enough to hold himself up anymore. 

Feeling herself crushed by him, Lia almost cried out of happiness and adoration between the kiss. Her hands cradled his face, fingers feeling herself all over him. On his stubble. The one she didn’t want him to shave. 

And then she smiled, content and thoughtless. 

Damn.

Nobody had ever treated her like that before. 

Nobody had ever wanted her like that before. Nobody had ever praised her like that before. Nobody had ever accepted her like that before. 

Nobody had ever made her feel like that before.

Nobody but Harry.

Harry, Harry, Harry.

Nobody but him. 

“Babe, calm down for a minute.”

“I can’t, Harry.” She pulled up the zipper of her jeans, already running out of her bedroom. “Shit. I’m gonna be so late.”

Shit, shit, shit.

She entered the bathroom, leaving the door open while washing her face. 

“Shit,” she repeated, growing frustrated as seconds went by. She grabbed her purple toothbrush, for once not feeling the butterflies at the sight of the blue one, right next to it. 

“You know,” Harry murmured, “I could… If you want… I mean… If you feel comfortable… I could drive you, you know?”

Lia turned to look at him, but froze every other movement — toothbrush inside her mouth and water running on the sink. Harry stood on the hallway, by the door, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the floor. 

She couldn’t answer without spitting the toothpaste first, but for some reason she didn’t want to do it. Mostly because she didn’t want to answer him. 

And then Harry glanced at her and shrugged, and Lia shook her head. 

She turned around, and spit the toothpaste into the sink. 

“Lia…”

“I don’t want to bother you.” 

Even though she couldn’t see him, the sigh that left his mouth was loud and clear to send a message. 

And enough to make her close her eyes with regret. 

Or maybe fear. 

Or maybe guilt. 

Or maybe all the above.

Her purple toothbrush slipped from her fingers, ricocheting on the sink. 

She picked it up quickly, rinsing it one more time before putting it back inside the cup. Next to his blue one.

Shit.

“You wouldn’t bother me, Lee.”

The nickname falling so sweetly from his lips didn’t help her at all, but she couldn’t have a crisis right before going to work. She couldn’t fail at work. Not again. So she couldn’t worry about these things right now. 

“‘S fine,” she said, then hunched down to wash her face. “You don’t have to.” 

“I know. I’m saying I want to.”

She washed her hands, then turned off the tap and stretched her arm, grabbing the towel from the hook next to the mirror and taking it to her face. She hid behind the soft fabric to wipe her skin, but also to not see the look on his face. 

“It’s just… It’s out of your way.”

“I know,” he said, clearly closer. Her heart skipped a beat, and when she put her hands and the towel down from her face, she found him leaning against the door frame. “And I don’t mind.”

“But—”

“Look, if you don’t want me to drive you, it’s fine. But please just say it.” 

She shook her head and looked down, then pulled the first drawer open and rummaged for a hair tie. 

“It’s not that.”

“Well, what is it, then?” He stepped away from the door, seeming to grow three inches taller all of the sudden. “Huh?! What’s so terrible about me driving you to work?! What’s so terrible about us… Fuck.”  

Turning around, he took both hands to rub his face and sighed. 

“Damn it, Lia.” 

Lia stood frozen in place, watching the stupid hair tie she held between her fingers. 

There was no way to know how long they stood there in silence — it could’ve been a minute, it could’ve been an hour, it could’ve been a month. But it was Harry who moved first, who turned back to look at her whilst she was too afraid to look at him and break apart. 

“I don’t… I don’t wanna yell,” Harry said, his voice a lot calmer than before. “‘M sorry. But I need you to talk to me, Lia, please.”

She couldn’t talk to him though. 

Not right now.

Why couldn’t he just let her get to work and demand answers later?

Fight with her later?

Give up on her later?

“I said it already,” she said, then tightened the hair tie between her fingers and closed the drawer. “I just don’t want to bother you. It’s out of your way.”

Harry didn’t move or talk for a couple moments, and Lia focused on her reflection in the mirror whilst pulling her hair up and into a ponytail. 

She was still working on it when he finally spoke again.

“We’ve been doing this for two months now, y’know? Jesus, I’ve been practically living here with you… So I just… I mean I really thought you would trust me by now.” 

“I do trust you.”

“Do you, though? Because if you did, you would believe me when I say that if I’m offering it, it’s ‘cause I want to, and that it won’t bother me. You won’t bother me.”

Lia looked down, not knowing what to say. 

She really wanted to believe him, and deep down she really did. Damn. Of course she did. She knew he cared. 

She knew, she knew, she knew. 

Then why couldn’t she just say yes?

Maybe… Because it had nothing to do with him? Maybe, because it had everything to do with the many paranoid thoughts that had been internally and secretly growing during the last month?

Lia swallowed. 

Right.

She wasn’t ready to face the truth, though. Not yet.

Not right now.

She looked at the mirror, searching for the reflection of his eyes. When she found him, her stomach swirled, and her chest tightened. The look on his face was… Heartbreaking — to say the least. 

“Y—Yeah, you’re right.” She nodded. “And I… I appreciate it, Harry, really. I mean, I really do. But I’ll just… I’m already late and really worked up here, so… I’d like to just get an Uber. If you don’t mind.”

For a while, Harry didn’t move, simply staring at her. And Lia could see the wheels turning. The emotions flashing through. The confusion. The disappointment. The frustration. Until, at last, understanding seemed to take over him, and he dropped his shoulders and nodded.

“‘Course I don’t mind,” he said, stepping away from the door frame and looking down at his own hand. “Made you some latte to go, but I couldn’t find yours so I used mine.” 

He lifted his arm, and just then Lia caught his silver coffee cup wrapped between his fingers. 

“I’ll leave this on the counter and just… I’ll get out of your way and let you get ready.”

He turned around and walked forward, but then he paused. 

With a visible and audible sigh, he turned back and shortened the distance between them, barely looking at her as he pressed his lips to her temple. “Have a good day at work, yeah?”

“Mhm. You too,” she croaked out.

The corner of his lips twitched, a poor attempt to curl into a smile, and then he took a step back and walked down the hallway, leaving Lia alone. 

She shut her eyes, waiting for the sound of the front door closing before letting the first sob get out of her throat. 

She didn’t know what time it was, but she knew it was still too early on a Tuesday morning to be feeling that way — as if in one single minute she’d ruined everything she’d fought so hard to protect. 

Sitting down on the bathroom floor, Lia hugged her knees and let the cold water run over her body. 

Her heart was beating fast. 

Too fast. 

And her chest moved up and down rapidly, not giving her the time to properly breathe.

Funny how one single moment can tear everything down, right?

Or even better: frustrating how one stupid, ridiculous moment can tear everything down, right?

For the first time in over two months, Harry had left the apartment without discussing what would happen next. Or when they would see each other again.

He hadn’t spent every night at her place, of course he hadn’t. But they’d always, at least, talked about it. 

And on those nights he hadn’t stayed over, he had sometimes visited for at least a couple of minutes before work, or maybe during his break. 

And when they hadn’t seen each other at all, they had at least texted at some point during the day.

There had always been something — always an “at least” something. 

But that morning Harry had walked off without mentioning anything, and Lia also hadn’t been brave enough to ask. So they had just… Parted their ways without knowing if they would see each other again. 

Or not.

And then when the evening arrived and she sat on her couch watching the minutes tick by, she realized Harry’s shift had already started and he hadn’t visited her. 

And then his break was over, and he also hadn’t shown up. 

And no matter how many times she had checked her phone, his last text had never changed — a picture of a mojito someone had ordered at the bar the night before, along with ‘thought of youuuu’ and ‘see you in a few xxxx’. 

Shit.

Her chest shrank. 

Was he mad at her? 

Was he done with her? 

Would he forgive her if she apologized? 

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit. 

No matter how cold the water felt, she only got more and more anxious. 

And she didn’t want to get anxious. 

She didn’t want to lose herself to another attack. 

She didn’t want to be so dramatic. 

She didn’t want to be so childish.

She didn’t want to always handle things that way.

But how could she stop it?

There wasn’t any switch for her to turn her thoughts and feelings on and off. There wasn’t any button that would reset her personality. 

If she had a choice, or a way to, Lia would be different. 

A completely different person.

Really, she would — hadn’t she said that already? A million times?

She wanted to be different, and she tried to be different — she’d been trying so hard to be a different person. 

But sometimes it was just too damn exhausting. 

Mentally exhausting. 

Physically exhausting.

Trying to act differently than she would normally act, forcing herself to say something different than she would normally say. Having to challenge herself to stop holding back, to let things go, to not think too much, to not worry too much…

Nothing ever felt organic. Nothing ever felt natural. Nothing ever felt like her.

Except when she was with Harry.

Well, not only with him, there was also Sheyla. And Jillie, and Molly…

But it was him — Harry — that she wanted right there and then.

And yet she’d let Harry walk away.

All because she was afraid of stepping into the real world with him.

Oh God… 

Exhausting. 

It was just too exhausting.

All she had wanted all day was to sleep the tiredness away. 

Unfortunately, whilst her tiny safe bubble was crumbling down, out in the real world it was nothing but an ordinary Tuesday. Just another day of the week. And she couldn’t just hide from her responsibilities to “sleep the tiredness away”.

She knew she couldn’t. 

She had done it once, and it hadn’t been a pretty time in her life.

So much so that she didn’t allow herself to go back to those memories. Because she didn’t want to go back to that time in her life. 

She wanted to move forward. 

She needed to move forward. 

She needed to leave all that behind.

How, though?

People had told her she just needed to stop thinking too much.

People had told her she just needed to stop doubting herself. 

People had told her she just needed to try.

People had told her she just needed to live more. 

People had told her she “just needed to” a lot of things.

And she probably really needed everything. 

She really, and definitely, needed to at least stop thinking so much.

Because that was all she’d been doing since she’d arrived from work: thinking.

And she had been thinking a lot.

Too much. 

To the point where she was too worked up, and overreacting. 

So she needed her mind to just… Shut up. 

That was it, really: she just needed to stop thinking.

So just… Stop thinking, Lia.

Stop thinking.

Now.

Stop.

Just. 

Stop. 

Thinking.

… 

Was that even how it worked? 

Did people really “just stop” thinking about something? 

How?

Because she couldn’t stop thinking about how much she didn’t want Harry to leave her. 

She was enjoying spending time with him, sharing moments with him. The routine they had created together in such a short amount of time — secretly meeting before and after his shifts at the bar, spending the weekends together in bed… 

Everything was so good. 

He made her feel so good. About everything, but mostly about herself. 

She didn’t want to lose him. 

She didn’t want him to leave her.

Lia didn’t want Harry to leave her.

And yet, why wouldn’t he? 

Harry was right, she should trust him by now. Of course she should. They had been hanging out together nonstop for months already. Falling asleep together, waking up together. Cooking together, watching movies together, laughing together. Together, together, together.

Shit.

What was wrong with her?!

No wonder he was getting bored, no wonder he wanted to leave the house, no wonder he wanted to be around other people. 

Sure, Harry was incredibly into her when they were inside her apartment, but they hadn’t really interacted outside of her safe bubble yet. And she knew it was because of her — because she hadn’t wanted to.

And she still didn’t. 

She still didn’t want to, because… Well… 

What if she did something wrong and he didn’t want her anymore? 

What if she ruined everything? 

Wouldn’t it be better if they kept meeting at her place? Where she already knew what to do and how to act? Where she already felt comfortable around him? Where she had finally learned how to be more like herself? Where he had already seen enough of her?

Was it really so bad that she wanted them to keep things inside of the apartment so they would last?

Was it really so bad that she wanted to protect whatever they had?

None of it had ever even been about trusting him, to be honest — it had always been about trusting her, herself.

She didn’t want to step outside with him, because she didn’t want him to realize how awkward and quiet she would be around others.

She didn’t want him to realize he’d made a mistake about wanting to be seen with her. 

She didn’t want him to realize there were other people better than her.

She didn’t want him to realize she wasn’t as good, or as pretty, or as put together as other women around her.

There were many, many things Lia didn’t want to happen if they took whatever they had outside the apartment, but at the end of the day, Lia just didn’t want to step outside with him because she didn’t want him to change his mind about her. She just didn’t want to lose him. That was all. 

Was that really that hard to understand?

Was she really so out of her mind for thinking like that? 

Ha! 

Of course she wasn’t out of her mind… 

If anything, she was too into her mind. 

Deep and buried into it.  

Honestly, no wonder she had felt things were too good to be true. Because they had been too good to be true. Everything between them had happened really fast, and had been really intense, so of course it would end up like that: ending. 

Of course it wouldn’t have lasted forever. 

Things always ended. At least for her. 

And she couldn’t blame him. 

She didn’t blame him.

Because Lia was always the one ruining things.

She was used to it. 

Every time she had something good between her fingers, she just let it slip away. 

Every. Damn. Time.

Things were too good to be true, they sure were — that���s what Lia kept telling herself over and over again — but she also almost never helped herself. 

So of course the bubble would end up bursting right in front of her, because she was always the one bursting all of her bubbles. She was never able to make any of her bubbles live forever. Nor at least make them last long enough. 

It all came back to her, anyway. 

…

..

.

Would he come back to her, too, if she asked him too?

Would it be okay to text him?

Did she even have anything to lose?

Worst case scenario, he’d laugh at her and she would never leave the apartment again.

Or she could just move back to her parents. 

Or she could hide and run from him until they sold the bar and — No.

See?! That was just too much. 

She didn’t want Harry to lose his job, so she shouldn’t even be considering that an option. 

No matter how many times he’d mentioned he didn’t think working at the bar was “fancy”, or whatever along those lines, she knew — she had noticed — how important that place was for him. How much he liked it. And even though she hadn’t told him that she didn’t agree with the way he talked about his job, she didn’t think he should be at any other place. 

Shit. 

Why had she never told him she didn’t agree with the way he talked about his job?

Was it even something she should’ve told him?

Did he think she— 

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Wrapped in a towel, Lia walked into her bedroom and grabbed her phone. 

It maybe took her too long to snap out of it, but she did it. 

She finally did it. 

To get stuck inside of her mind and go over every conversation they had ever had was not going to end well. To analyze every “should have” and “shouldn’t have” wasn’t going to help her move forward. 

For her to stop thinking about it, she needed to do something about it. 

She needed an action.

And maybe that action would send her into a new spiral, but then she would deal with it when the time came. 

Damn. 

That… Was progress, wasn’t it? She was sure it was.

It had to be. 

Dr. Reisman would be proud. She would be happy. 

She needed to remember telling her about it.

Actually… Maybe it was even time for her to finally talk to her therapist about everything that had been going on with Harry, instead of actively leaving him out of their sessions. Right?

Right. 

Yeah. Yes! She would do that, but when the time came.

Because right there and there, she had something else to think about. 

No. Not think about — she had something else to do. 

Staring at the screen, Lia checked the time: 10:18 PM. Harry was probably still at the bar, and maybe he was busy with work and he wouldn’t even see her text, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t — or couldn’t — try. Right?

She shook her head, and sighed. Her hands were shaking when she tried to type a message, and her heart was pulsing in every corner and every curve of her body. 

So she walked around the bedroom, nibbling at her bottom lip while finding the words she wanted to tell him. 

After however long that was, Lia finally sent him something — something she was sure it could’ve been better, something she was sure she would feel embarrassed about later, but something that was, at least, something. 

(10:57 pm) Hii :) Sorry for bothering you at work, but I’ve been thinking a lot about this morning and I would really like to apologize to you about it. Can we talk?  (10:57 pm) I totally understand if you don’t want to, of course. I just think I should tell you I’m sorry about what happened.  (10:58 pm) So, yeah… I don’t know how to end this message so I’ll stop typing now haha let me know if we can meet up sometime. Or not. OK. Sorry. Bye now lol.

FOUR - II

[livlaughloveluke]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐣.𝐜

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you waking up in jack’s arms makes him realize he needs to do something soon

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a lil kiss 💋, just fluff mainly

𝐚/𝐧: was half asleep while writing this so it might be rough

jack had his hands draped around waist, while you were laying on his chest. your head was snuggled in the crook of his neck, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

you were fast asleep, however he was definitely not. he was supposed to napping with you in his trailer, but he couldn’t sleep. he has something, or someone, on his mind. 

you and jack were filming Scream VI together and played love interests. it was fine at first, but as filming progressed, jacks feeling for you only grew. there was only one problem. you and jack were friends.

well, sorta. 

you did everything a normal couple would do, but just as buddies. hence why you were cuddled up together on the couch in his trailer. no one really knew why you weren’t officially together, for you would make such a good couple.

he wanted to call you his. it was silly, the only thing keeping you from formally dating was a label, and yet he craved it, more than anything.

he looked down at you, your glowed from the sunlight peeking through the windows. you looked angelic, and he wondered how a person could be this pretty. god, he hated himself for being so fearful of rejection. 

unbeknownst to him, you felt the same way. you wished you weren’t such a chicken, and could grow a pair and ask him out. how was it possible to want a person this bad?

you were a match made in heaven, as jenna liked to say. she was your costar, and your best friend. you told her all about your interactions with jack, the both of you giggling like little schoolgirls. you had given him the codename “strawberry,” so you could talk about him without others knowing his identity. 

jenna saw the spark in your eyes when you talked to him, and your pupils dilated in size every time you were around him. you were in love with a man you weren’t even dating. 

your body twisted and turned as you slowly woke up. you blink away the sleepiness and cautiously looked up at jack to see if he had waken up yet.  

“good morning, sleepyhead.” jack says. you smile at eachother, and you sat up, the shared blanket slipping off of your silky skin.

“how long have you been awake?” you asked, hoping you didn’t keep him glued in place while you were fast asleep. your sleepy voice made jack swoon, and he held back from doing anything he would later regret. 

“not long, i just woke up.” he lies straight through his teeth in order to make you feel okay. you just nod and pat around the cushions, searching for your phone. you find it smooshed in between two pillows, and you check the clock. it was two twenty three.

“what time do we need to be back on set by?” you curiously ask him.

“three pm, i think. but we need to go to hair and makeup at two thirty.”

you flash him the time, and hop out of bed. you and him take short walk to the costume department. there was two separate trailers, and all of the actors randomly assigned to one at the beginning of filming. you and jack got split up, which sucked, but the system was supposed to help with efficiency and speed. 

you part ways, and both get into full costume. your makeup artist was around your age, so you enjoyed chatting with her. after getting ready, you both meet up on set.

you and him weren’t in a lot of scenes today, so you mainly just played game pigeon together. the day was spent competing and laughing together, and you wouldn’t have changed anything.

however, the whole day jack had plastered on a fake smile. in reality, he was stressed to beyond compare. he was going to ask you out by the end of the day. 

seeing you all wrapped up in his arms this afternoon made him realize that he wants to start a future with you. so while his was alone, he called his buddy, romeo, and sent him to the store to get flowers. he made romeo send photos of every bouquet in the shop, so jack could pick out the perfect bundle for you. 

it was now dark out, and filming for today was over. you and him already had changed back into your normal clothes, and you both went back to your personal trailers to grab your keys. you separated and agreed to meet back up in the, now empty, parking lot. 

what you didn’t know was that romeo was waiting in jacks trailer, with the flowers that jack would use to ask you out. jacks heart raced as he rushed to the parking lot. he wanted to be there first, just to see your reaction when you saw him standing with a colorful section of gorgeous flowers in his hands.

he anxiously waited for you, nervously popping his fingers. he then saw you walking up to him, the moonlight illuminating your features. you approached him, getting closer and closer.

he handed you the flowers, and you smiled brighter than ever, wondering what they were for.

“y/n, i’ve loved spending countless hours with you over the past few months, and there is nothing i want more in this world than to be your boyfriend. will you please go out with me?” he lovingly asked.

you stood on your tiptoes and cupped his hand with your cheek, before connecting your lips together. you had been waiting for this moment since the day you met him, and it definitely lived up to its potential. he kissed you back, passion filling your bodies. 

you pulled apart, and looked at him with a huge grin. jack opened his mouth to ask a sarcastic question.

“so was that a yes?”

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[hypnzo]

Hello! First of all, i hope you are having or had a good day <3

I really like your writing! So I was wondering if I can do a request for a fic with the reader being the daughter of Hypnos and comforting/helping Percy with his nightmares?

It could be of the two of them in an established relationship or that, to comfort him, she confesses her feelings/Percy admitting his feelings for her since the nightmares make him afraid of losing her?

If you can't or don't feel comfortable that's fine, tysm 💞

Embodiment of Comfort

Percy Jackson x Hypnos cabin!Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Warning !! English is not my first language, there might be so mischaracterizations.

Note: I'm not exactly so proud of this work, I was really tired when making this, so I apologize for its bad writing...

You've been friends with Percy for quite a while now. Your friendship started around his first week in camp, but you didn't expect anything from it.

That was until you realized how you've been silently gushing over him, the son of Poseidon—Percy Jackson—a name that everyone around the camp knew and admired.

You couldn't blame them though—black hair, tanned skin, toned body, great personality, kind of a dork, what's there to not admire?

However, being a child of Hypnos meant nothing to you. It felt really dull... Mostly because everyone just seems to know you as someone that sleeps all day and has nothing to contribute unless "sleep" was the talk.

If you were being honest, the thought alone made you feel even more disappointed knowing your childhood crush was simply just out of your league.

“...Gods, I hate that guy.” you murmured against your pillow. To be real, you didn't really hate Percy—maybe you did, but only since he's been an annoying buzz in your head all day long.

Maybe a part of it was your fault, but you'd defend yourself and say that at least more than half of it was his fault.

“He doesn't even have to be all that charming... Those black hair, sea-green eyes...” you paused, hugging your pillow, looking afar bit too starstruck before you began once more, “especially those sea-green eyes.”

As you were zoning out on your bed, you heard a voice cut through your thoughts—a voice that was, unfortunately, familiar. “Sleepy?”

Shit.

You blinked, averting your gaze towards him while your mind panicked and you swore you've said every cuss words known to man.

It wasn't intentional—genuinely, you felt like an idiot saying those words out loud—you felt even more stupid, knowing that you've completely forgotten that Percy was here all along.

“Percy, uh...” you started, but now you wished you could go back in time for a few seconds so you were able to just shut yourself up.

He looked sleepy, his voice sounded groggy as well, however his grin seems to just strengthen against the pillow he was snuggling with.

“So, I take it you have a crush on someone?”

“No!”

“Right, right.” he says, adjusting his position to lay on his back like a starfish, staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed. “You hate the guy. Got it.”

“Shut up.”

“Will do.” he says, motioning a ziplock on his mouth, but the cheeky, almost smug-like grin that was plastered on his face never faltered on his lips one bit.

After a few moments of silence, he motions to be unlocking the imaginary ziplock on his mouth, his hands finding his own hair while his eyes remain shut.

“What now?”

“Soo... thank you.”

“Huh?”

“For your service.” he joked once more, only to receive an unimpressed glance from you which made him shut up. At least for a moment...

“No seriously,” he says, propping himself up on one elbow as he glanced up at you, “thanks...”

“If I'm going to be real honest with you, sleep has never come easy for me. Especially during my first week in camp.”

You blinked, remaining the silence you've stilled, letting him pour out his words while his gaze would often shift from one furniture to another.

“I just want to thank you for just.. being there,” he sighed, “If I'm being real with you, sleepy,” he murmured before he continued, “nightmares have been gnawing at me left and right.”

“And really, your comfort—no, your presence alone has helped me. I don't know if you even realize it, but you feel like comfort itself, as though the very essence of it was mused after you.”

“What are you saying?” you felt your breath hitch at his words.

He paused, looking for any uncertainty in your eyes. Despite his shaky nerves, he looked into your eyes, letting out a breath that he didn't even realize he was holding.

“...I like you.”

...

“Was that too forward?” he chuckled lightly though his laugh felt breathless as if he was just as nervous as you were about the whole situation.

“Sleepy?”

“Sorry, sorry, uh,” you snapped out of your focus, however your words couldn't get itself out of your throat like it was stuck there.

Despite his panicking nerves, he patted you on the back as if to help and ground you on what was happening. “Relax, it's just me.” he chuckled lightly.

“Do you really mean that?”

“That I like you? Of course I do. Why wouldn't I mean it?”

You didn't know how to begin your words, the only sensation you could feel was the way your palms start to form its cold sweat. “I like you too, Percy. Might I now add that I have been crushing on you for quite some time now as well?” you uttered out sheepishly.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you smiled, “I mean it—like for real. You're like one of the coolest person I've ever met and you don't even have to try.” you say, feeling his hand tangle in yours.

“I try really hard, actually.” he chuckled lightly, brushing his hands against your hair, tucking it in behind your ear before he pressed a quick, kiss on your cheek.

Hesitantly, you held his face in your palm, feeling him lean onto your touch as he tops his hand over yours while his thumb skimmed through your knuckle.

“Thank you, sleepy.”

“You don't have to thank me for anything.” you leaned in with a smile to draw a peck on his nose.

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[corroded-hellfire]

Idk if this is something fluffy you’d want to explore but maybe a sweet Sunday morning with AYW eddie and reader like after divorce is all settled and they’re secure in their relationship but haven’t gotten much alone time and the boys maybe spent the night with Wayne so reader and eddie get a sweet Sunday morning cuddle sesh all to themselves??

I love these two and I love snuggly times so thank you for sending this in 💜

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[As You Wish masterlist]

The morning sun rays are peaking in between the blinds, casting stripes of light and dark across the dove gray comforter on Eddie’s bed. The sheets are warm and soft against your skin as you turn on your side to face your boyfriend. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you watch his pale bare chest rise and fall. Eddie is always beautiful, but when he’s sleeping, there’s something angelic about him. Awake, he ruins that illusion by making a comment about your ass or swearing at the slightest inconvenience. He’s lying on his back, head turned towards you with his pink lips parted just slightly. It brings a smile to your face to see his wild curls smattered all around the pillow and his left arm raised above his head. 

“God, I love you,” you whisper. Moving slowly so as not to disturb the slumbering man, you shuffle closer to his side and rest your head on his chest. Eddie’s legs shift under the blankets and his arm comes down to wrap around you. 

“Mornin’, baby,” he mumbles without opening his eyes. A smile comes to your face at his sleepy voice, and you press a kiss right over his heart, the demon tattoo staring up at you. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” you tell him. 

“Mmm, was half awake anyway. ‘Sides,” Eddie says, eyes cracking open, “wanna take advantage of this lazy Sunday morning with you.”

You reach up and push some of Eddie’s hair out of his face. Somehow, he always manages to get strands stuck near his eyes and mouth. He pulls you tighter against his side and you nuzzle your face into his neck. 

“Can we stay here all day?” you mumble against his skin.

“Wayne’s not bringing the boys back until dinner time, so we could spend most of the day here,” Eddie says, running his fingertips up and down your spine. “But I kind of wanted to make you French Toast.”

“As nice as that sounds, can it wait a few hours? Wanna lay here with you.”

“Of course, my love,” Eddie says. “Y’know, if you move in, we could do this every day.”

Tilting your head up to look at him, you raise an eyebrow. “First of all, that’s not true because Timon and Pumbaa wouldn’t let us. Second of all, we talked about this, Mister.”

“I know, I know,” Eddie sighs. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I still want us to take it slow for the boys, but God, I want to wake up like this every day.” 

“Me too, baby,” you say, rubbing your hand over his chest. “Hate sleeping without you.”

Eddie turns on his side and pulls you flush up against his chest. A soft smile on his face, he leans in and presses his lips against yours. You reach up and thread your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. Minutes pass as the two of you exchange lazy kisses, taking your time exploring each other’s mouths like you have all the time in the world. When you eventually break apart, Eddie presses slow kisses down the side of your face.

“What if,” Eddie muses as he nuzzles his nose against yours, “you start spending the night sometimes when the boys are here? They’ve known about us for a while now. Think it’s okay to take that step?”

You chew on your bottom lip nervously and look up at him through your eyelashes. “Do you think they’ll be okay with that?” 

Eddie chuckles and squeezes you in his arms.

“These are the same boys who tried to set us up at Chuck E. Cheese. You really think they’re gonna be upset if they see you here first thing when they wake up? They’re going to beg you to make them breakfast because I can’t cook.”

“Don’t they eat cereal most mornings?” you ask.

“Yeah, but that’s because anything else I make them they won’t like. And I’m sure they’ll think you pour the milk better than I do.” 

You giggle as you press your lips against his. “M’kay,” you say against his mouth. “We can try that out. Sometimes I don’t leave until after they go to bed anyway. They won’t know any different until the morning.”

“Means you gotta bring some stuff here,” Eddie says, a smirk forming on his face as he runs his hands up your back. “Sexy nightgowns, panties, bras…” he trails off, bending his head down to kiss along your neck. Your laughter causes your throat to vibrate against his lips.

“Definitely going to need to bring more than that,” you say. “Though I wouldn’t be opposed to wearing some of your underwear to class.”

“Don’t tease me,” he moans in your ear. 

“And besides, don’t you like what I wore to bed last night?” you ask.

Eddie lifts the blankets and lets his hungry gaze travel up and down your naked body. “Fuck yes.” He looks up to see your eyes inspecting his body as well. Cockiness floods his features when you finally meet his stare. Despite the many many times you’ve been intimate with him, you still get flustered when he catches you checking him out. 

“What?” you ask meekly. “My boyfriend is sexy as shit. Wanna stare at him all I can.”

Grabbing the blankets in his fist, Eddie whips them off of your bodies and tosses them behind him to fall to the floor. You laugh at his ridiculousness and shake your head in amusement. 

“Stare away, baby,” he says with a wink. 

“Now I’m cold,” you pout.

“I think I can take care of that,” Eddie says, tightening his grip on you. You snuggle up against your love and tuck your head beneath his chin. 

“Have I told you lately that I love you so fucking much?” he asks, resting his head against yours. 

“You have. But tell me again.”

“I love you, gorgeous,” Eddie whispers against your hair. “M’so glad that you’re mine. Thank you for loving me.”

A frown comes to your face as you untuck your head to look up at him. “You never have to thank me. I loved you when I believed that this was never possible. I love you more now and I’ll love you even more tomorrow.”

“You were well worth the wait, sweetheart. I would’ve waited forever for you. And before you say anything, yeah, I’m fucking old, but I haven’t been waiting like a thousand years or anything.” He wrinkles up his nose and it makes you giggle. You lean up and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I would’ve waited until I was old and gray for you, too. But I’m glad we’re together while we’re still young,” you say.

Eddie gasps overdramatically as a smile lights up his face. “You called me young! That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

His words send you into another round of giggles and you lay your head on his pillow, so you’re nose to nose with him. 

“You’re so fucking cute, Munson.”

[pablitogavii]

can you write any sort of fluff with gavi please. i wanna be loved. love your writing. 💜💜

Our morning routine

You cherished weekends, first because there was no morning classes but mainly because you get to wake up with Pablo. He usually leaves the apartment before you even wake up for his trainings so you don't get morning cuddles as much as you wish over the week.

He always wakes up first and would lay there watching you sleep for hours if he could...cute creep!

"Amor..time to wake up muñeca. Let't start our day off" he said dipping his arms underneath the blankets where you were curled up ignoring completely his request.

His hands were a bit cold so you whined pushing him back and going underneath the blanket which made him chuckle reaching still to pull you closer to his body heat.

"How are you cold when you always steal all the blankets???" he teases like always but not everyone has those Sevillano genes Gavira!!!

"Wakey wakey bebé...I'm not giving up until you open those cute eyes and look at me" he said and you moved closer hiding your face into his neck which made him chuckle at your cute reactions when you're sleepy.

"Five..more..minutes..porf" you said groggily and he shook his head deciding to cuddle you some more until trying to wake you again. He was playing with your hair while you laid on his chest getting even more sleepy.

"That's it! No more scratches for you princesa! Time to wake up!" he groaned and you yawned nodding your head and slowly but surely opening your eyes finally to look into his warm chocolate brown ones.

"Hm..how can you look so good this early in the morning??" you have no filter this early in the morning and he knew that chuckling at your comment while shrugging his shoulder.

"So do you..princesa mia" he said leaning in and pecking your lips as you blushed still very nervous whenever he gets physical like this.

"I look crazy! Look at my hair..god!" you said trying to tame it but Pablo grabbed your wrists pulling them back with a smirk on his face while leaning down to kiss your lips again.

"Hm..I don't mind when I messed it up for you" he said and you knew he was thinking about last night which was simply incredible..everything was just perfect <3

"Basta! Let's get up!" you said feeling a little embarrassed even though he's your boyfriend and it wasn't the first time you've 'loved' each other at night.

"So now you wanna get up, huh?" he smirked pulling you back and snuggling into you as you both giggled and enjoy some more time together in bed.

"Hm..you ready for a shower bonita?" he said after awhile and you smiled nodding your head as you both came to the bathroom taking the shower together..it was one of Pablo's favorite things to do ;)

He was currently leaving kissed all over your your wet neck while you washed his hair not caring that you kept asking him not to distract you.

"If you don't quit messing with me, we won't get anything done today!" you said and just then did his hands grab your boobs with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Pablo!" you said and he shut you up with a kiss.

"I like messing with you preciosa.." he said while you were both drying yourself and choosing clothes for the day.

"Yeah yeah..but I'm sure you want some breakfast? HUh!?" you say and he quickly nodded promising to behave if you make him your famous omlet.

"Is it ready amor?" he asked for the tenth time already and you giggled at his childish impatience.

"You're such an impatient boy, Pablito.." you said and he smirks pulling you to sit on his lap while you waited leaning in to give him a kiss hopefully making the time pass a bit quicker now.

"There! It's ready! Um..let me go, amor?" you say while he still held you tightly kissing your neck and surely adding more of his marks.

"Hm..did I tell you how grateful I am that you're in my life preciosa? I'm so lucky!!" he said relaxing his grip and you blush at his cute words. Pablo wasn't much of a talker so when he says this you know he means it and that means your heart melts.

You finished the breakfast while talking about random stuff that came to mind and he stopped you from cleaning asking you to get ready while he does it. He always makes sure you split the work whenever he's at home...que precioso es!!!

"Amor, do you want to take a walk together? It's nice outside??" he walked in suddenly freezing when he saw his girl wearing a floral dress looking absolutely breathtaking while finishing her makeup.

"Sure, I'd like that cariño...we can walk to the beach?" you say and he nods snaking his arm around your waist when you walked up to him going on your tip toes and kissing his lips sweetly.

You walked hand in hand in eace enjoying the nice weather and that you were finally together. You didn't mind even when fans stopped you to take pictures with Pablo and he always made sure you were safe and somewhere close to him.

"I have to go guys..promised my girl a walk on the beach. Gracias!" he said finishing up and grabbing your hand while everyone awed snapping photos of the two of you letting you walk in peace.

When you arrived, Pablo put the towel and you sat down looking at the water with you in between his legs and rested back against his strong chest.

"This is perfect amor...I wish we can do this every day" he said and you knew what he was thinking without his having to say anything at all in that moment.

"It's special because it's not every day...don't worry cariño, I understand you can't be here all the time but I know you love me the same" you say and he smiles that you could read his mind like this kissing the top of your head.

"Are you cold preciosa?" he asked noticing goosemups on your arms and you nodded making him immediately take off his hoody and put it over your head.

"Better?" he asked and you smiled with blushed cheeks.

"Much better, thank you.." you said looking back and he took chance to kiss your lips lovingly.

"Now that our morning routine is over, can we go back to bed???" you say teasingly and Pablo laughs out loud. He's so precious when he laughs...and it's a music to your ears!!!

"AMOR!" he said as you both continued to laugh filling the beach with happiness and laughter.

Hope you like it and enjoy it!!!❤️❤️❤️

[ohbo-ohno]

Gaz x reader with mad scientist/doctor? Maybe like, brothers best friend gaz who's wanted reader for a long time and is willing to try *anything* to get her to feel something, even if it means trying some experimental sciencey stuff 🐰

1k game here - no more please!

first gaz ask for this little celebration! love him <3 very little sciencey stuff here i'm afraid, it's mostly just porn

2k of corrupt alpha doctor gaz taking care of his favorite omega patient in a very unethical way (cw: a/b/o, use of drugs, soft noncon sex but noncon sex nonetheless!)

Gaz smiles down at your prone form, unable to resist stroking a stray bit of hair off of your face.

God, you're so pretty. Delicate little nose, chubby cheeks just made to pinch, and pretty plush lips. It takes everything in him not to press a kiss to them, to see what they feel like against his.

But you'll wake up soon enough, and he'll get all the kisses he wants. If everything goes to plan, you should be more than willing.

He forces himself to pull back before he can sink into his own instincts too much. It's hard, with your scent ripening and filling the room around him. He'd brought nose-plugs just incase, but he knows tasting your scent would be even worse.

He's a professional, though, so he takes a few shallow breaths and forces himself under control.

He's waited too long to squander this opportunity now. Years of watching from the sidelines as you grow up, watching you go off to college and forcing his alpha down at the thought of you with anyone else.

It was only a matter of time before he couldn't control himself anymore. This - you laying here, a forced heat beginning - was always the natural conclusion since you absolutely refuse to see how perfect Gaz could be for you.

He wish he could take you home. He'd like to spend your first heat in a nest in his den, not yours, but needs must. When you'd invited him over for an afternoon cup of tea, he hadn't been able to resist the urge any longer.

It was laughably easy to drop the little tablet into your mug when you stepped out to go to the bathroom. He'd hardly been able to hold back his purr when you drank the whole thing without even noticing, fully trusting that he wouldn't have done anything to it.

You'd passed out soon after. He sat with you on the couch and watched you get sleepier and sleepier, cute little yawns every few minutes, big stretches where you stuck your legs out and curled your toes. Fucking adorable.

It was easy to carry you to your room once you were fully asleep. He knows you're self-conscious about your body - even now, decades into knowing each other, you get flushed and annoyed when Gaz tries to touch you. It wasn't as easy to strip you, but he'd gotten to spend a few wonderful, peace-filled minutes appreciating every bit of skin he revealed to himself.

He can't wait to spend hours showing you just how beautiful he finds your body.

One of the benefits to riding out your first heat with him your own den will certainly be the familiar smells. You should already be in the throes of pre-heat when you wake up, and the familiar scents plus the scent of an alpha should help drive you to true heat soon enough.

He can't wait.

He brings any blankets he can find while you sleep, folding them and leaving them neatly at the foot of the bed. He brings out a few of the shirts he'd brought too, then takes off his own and lays it on the pillow next to your head. He leaves his pants on, unsure if that might be a bit too much before you fully enter your heat.

He's folding the final blanket when you first start to stir. He quickly abandons his task, sitting on the bed next to you and helping you sit up.

"Kyle?" You mumble, rubbing a fist against your eye.

"Morning, sleepy head," he teases, rubbing your back. "Feeling alright? You passed out on the couch earlier?"

"I did? Oh..." you trail off, a cute furrow between your brows. Before you can say anything else, there's a rush of pleasure scenting the room, and you keel over your stomach with a loud whine.

Kyle nearly mounts your right then and there. It takes everything in him to take a deep breath, to stroke your back and ask, "Love? Are you alright?"

You can't answer with words, instead moan loudly as you fall back to your side on the bed. Kyle shifts to try and help you up before he sees what you're doing.

You shift from your stomach to your knees, thick ass held high in the air, and your fingers quickly move to work at your dripping cunt.

Kyle gapes at the sight - he never would've expected the pre-heat to hit you so quickly, but you're clearly already lost to it.

"Oh, baby," he coos, quickly moving to kneel behind you. He forces himself to leave his pants on, knows he would fuck and knot you if he took them off now. "Here, let me help."

You let your hand drop as soon as his fingers replace them, whining loudly when he strokes over your clit. He rubs his free hand across your ass, shakes his hand just enough to watch it jiggle.

"Do you need to come, love?"

He gets an incoherent whine in response and smiles, shifting his hand to sink two fingers easily inside of you, working his thumb at your sensitive nub.

You're wonderfully loud, mindless moans and whines echoing off your bedroom walls as you try your best to rock your hips back onto his fingers, knees spread wide to give Kyle all the access he could want.

He salivates at the sight of you, mouth filling with spit as your pre-heat triggers his pre-rut. His cock is fully hard in his trousers, and it gets more and more difficult every second to not mount you.

When you finally come, he buries his teeth in your ass. He can't let himself get a taste of you yet, that would send the both of you spiraling, but he needs to feel you between his jaws.

He helps you sink down to lay on your stomach once the aftershocks have passed, stroking wet fingers over the soft skin of your back.

"You alright, love?" He whispers, leaning down to hover in front of your face. "We should have a few more hours before your heat hits, is there anything you need before then?"

He understands his miscalculation as soon as you blink up at him.

Your pupils are blown - he can hardly see your irises, and at this close of a distance he can see his own reflection. Your mouth parts, then your little pink tongue dips out to rest on your lip as you pant.

He must've given you too high of a dosage - he'd mistaken your first orgasm as pre-heat, when really it had just been the start of your true heat.

Kyle takes a deep breath, almost choking on the thick scent of omega in the air. He'd hoped to maybe have a few hours before you completely lost coherency, but this is far from the worst case scenario.

Skipping the pre-heat likely means you won't build a nest for him to share in, but that's alright - you'd only have to rebuild one in his home anyone.

He's jerked from his musing by your desperate moan of, "Alpha."

He can't bite back the growl at that, tightening his hold on you and rolling you to your back. "Yes," he hisses, every instinct inside of him fucking singing. "Omega, my omega. Need your Alpha, yeah?"

A keen and you rut your hips into his, wrapping your thick thighs around his waist to try and force him where you want.

He rumbles a low note of disapproval, using one hand to collar your throat and the other to hold you down by the hips. "Say it for me, Omega. Tell me what you need."

Your eyes clear a bit, and for just a moment he's seeing you - not the omega sunk into her heat, but his girl, his precious love staring up at him.

"Need you, Alpha," you whisper, voice just edging on shaky. "Pl-please, need you so bad, can't.... ohhhhh, Alpha." You quickly devolve into moans, eyes clouding over again as you wriggle beneath him.

He's not a cruel man, so he doesn't make you wait. He relishes in your begging, notches the tip of his dripping cock at your hole, and pushes in.

It has to hurt - he's far from small and two fingers can't have been a proper stretch - but you moan like you've never felt better in your life. Tears streak down your temples as he bottoms out, wordless sounds of pure pleasure all you're capable of.

"Yes," he moans, quickly pulling out and thrusting back in. "Feel so good 'mega, fuck, not gonna.... not gonna last long. Gonna give you my knot real soon, you want that?"

"Yes!" You nearly shout, fully lost in the heat. "Yes, yes, pleeease, Alpha, need it, need your knot so bad, can't- oh please, please, pleasepleaseplease-"

He huffs over you and fucks into your cunt more harshly, hips slapping into the backs of your thighs with bruising force. It's all he can do to keep from choking you, fingers flexing around your throat.

"Good omega," he rumbles, teeth beginning to lengthen against his tongue. His grin is feral as he forces your chin up, preparing you for his bite. "Alpha's fucking you good, huh? Giving you his fat dick in your little cunt?"

"Ye-eees!"

"And you take it so well. Gonna take my knot just as well? My bite?"

The b-word is what triggers your second orgasm. He has to fight to hold you down as your back arches off the bed, your heat clenching around him in the most deliciously pleasureable way possible.

"Need- need your bite, Alpha, please! 'm good, 'm bein' good, please give me your bite, need it, need it so bad, Alpha, please-"

He snarls at your begging, hunches over you with both elbows braced on the side of your head and forces his knot into you. It's a tough fit, and your moans shift to shouts before he can finally pop the bulbous shape inside of you. Then the two of you moan in unison, both lost in the sensations.

"Gonna give you my bite," he pants, half delirious. It's easy to pin your head to the side when you're so willing like this, his mouth ghosting over the column of your neck.

if he were any more aware of himself, he'd drag this out. Say something romantic that you could remember later, something about how he's suffered alone for years to allow you to grow up, how he's so glad you're giving him the gift of biting you now, how he'll always take care of you, never let you hurt like you made him hurt, he'll always be there for you, never leave you alone, never let you go-

But he's nearly as incoherent as you are, so instead of any sort of romantic speech, you get a growl and a pair of canines buried deep in the tender spot between neck and shoulder.

You don't quite scream, but your cries of pain are loud and distressing to his alpha. He tunnels one hand between your bodies, working at your clit while he makes sure the mark takes.

You're either a bit of a masochist or further along in your heat than he realized, because your cunt clenches rhythmically on him just a few moments later, milking him of all the cum he's got to give.

He rolls the two of you over, minutes later. He makes sure to lick over the bite as you lay on top of him, clearing your blood away as best he can before it stains the sheets.

You're asleep by the time he finishes, and he huffs a laugh to himself at your little snores. He wraps both arms around your back, hands lacing together at the small of your back.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself as his knot begins to slowly deflate inside of you, smiling contentedly.

He knows you'll probably be a bit upset with him when you first come out of the heat, but you can never leave him now that he's given you his bite. He can already feel a bond forming, a place in the center of his chest tying right to yours.

He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

[beatteez]

moments after tour

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ot8 x gn!reader

warnings: some suggestive behavior in wooyoung's (making out), very fluff oriented

short little blurbs because im busy and idk what to write ha. ha.

SH

an hour ago your phone call with your boyfriend ended, him updating you about his flight landing and him being on the way over. your mind ran at a fast pace as you try to pick up around the house. you set up gifts for your boyfriend, various little things you found for him while he was away consisting of legos, clothes, a new bottle of his favorite cologne he mentioned he was running out of, and cute little items for his room.

you hear your door open and walk over to it, a squeal leaving your lips as seonghwa walks through the door.

"seonghwa!" you exclaim, his bags dropping to the floor and his arms opening up for a hug. "how was your tour baby" you ask him hugging around his shoulder, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

"mhm.. it was great" he mumbles out his head pressed against your neck. "god, i missed you so much"

a giggle leaves your lips and you pull away remembering the things you got him.

"come here" you say pulling him into the living room to show him the assortment of gifts "i got you some things because they reminded me of you"

he pulls you in for another hug and kisses your forehead

"i love you"

"i love you too"

HJ

having hongjoong in your presence again was enough, but being laid out across your bed, his head resting on your thigh, eyes shut. it was something you missed oh so much while he was away.

your hands running through his hair as he talks about how much he enjoyed every stage he did, the funny stories of him and his members making you crack a smile once in a while.

him telling you about all the new food he tried in different countries and the occasional peaceful silence shared between you two was making your heart swell

he looks up at you and furrows his eyebrows "whats wrong love?"

"nothing, nothing at all" a soft smile sits on your lips as you admire your beloved hongjoong.

he smiles and sits up pulling you close to him.

"i missed you" his lips pressing against your forehead "so much"

"missed you more"

YH

looking through the peep hole on your front door you see yunho standing outside looking like he's a lost kid. you smile to yourself and open the door.

his face lights up and he grabs your arm bringing you outside to hold you once again. his head resting against your shoulders, body hunched over you.

"hi bud" you say running your hands through your boyfriends hair "everything okay"

he mumbles what seems to be a yes and tightens his grip on you. you try to pull away but you're stopped and pulled even tighter against him.

"just wanna stay here for a second" he mumbles.

"dont you wanna go inside" you can feel his head shake no. you giggle and continue to hug your boyfriend, enjoying every second of it.

he pulls away slightly and smiles at you. "i missed you"

"missed you too yuyu"

YS

your heart jumped out of your chest feeling someone shake you awake gently. your hands moving out to swat at whoever it was.

"honey, its me, stop hitting" you hear yeosang say through chuckles.

your eyes blink open and you look at him confused, he returns the same look.

"im home" he says, a cute smile taking over his face.

"yeosang" you ask standing up, confused on why he was here, because from what you remember he was supposed to come back home tomorrow "yeosang!" you say again jumping up onto him, finally realizing hes back.

"thought you forgot about me" he chuckles hugging you back "tried calling you a bunch of times honey, you okay" he ask looking down at you.

"yeah i was just sleepy" you mumbled pushing your face further into his chest, missing the feeling of being around him. he lifts you up softly and walks to your room.

"come on, lets go lay down"

S

"oh my sannie" you mumble against your boyfriends shoulder "i wish i could explain how much i missed you" his hand runs up and down your back as little tears soak his shirt. "why am i crying" you whisper looking up at him. a pout stuck on your lips, eyebrows furrowed.

"i dont know baby, but no need to do that anymore im home now" he says smiling wiping the tears from under your eyes.

his heart clenches at how cute you looked.

"did you miss me that much" he ask tilting his head.

"did you not miss me that much" you ask back, furrowing your eyebrows again. he shakes his head and kisses you softly.

"of course i missed you that much" he says his face against your shoulder.

"good" you say softly. he chuckles against you and slowly rocks you side to side for a few minutes, trying his best to cheer you up.

"wanna go lay down" he ask starting to feel the jet lag hit him. you nod and push some hair out of his face "you okay now baby"

"im great now" you say smiling up at him.

MG

hearing "im home" has never sounded so good. your head snapping towards the door as your body moves on its own to meet your boyfriend.

"hi baby" mingi says opening his arms for you as you run at him. your body colliding with his, he lets out a soft grunt as his arms wrap around you.

"missed you so much" you mumble out against his chest.

"missed you too" his hands reaching down to the back of your thighs lifting you up. his lips connect with yours. you pull away after a little bit and get a good look at your boyfriend. his hair slightly messy his eyes staring back at you.

"what is it" he ask setting you down on the ground gently. you shake your head and smile at him.

"just really missed you" you say. he smiles and leans down again his lips pressing to yours, after a few seconds he pulls away slowly.

"welcome home min" you say smiling at him.

WY

the movie playing in the back ground as you sat on your boyfriend's lap, lazily making out, was something you had taken for granted.

his lips fit perfectly with yours and you missed how his hands sit so perfectly on your waist.

you pull back from the kiss catching your breath and takin in your boyfriends messy appearance.

"dont ever go away for that long again" you say leaning down to hug his figure. his hands slide across your back to wrap around you tightly.

"id never leave this spot if you asked me to" he says chuckling softly "i missed you so fucking much pretty"

"i missed you more"

"you wish" he jokes poking your sides, causing you to jerk away "and you're just as sensitive there as i remember."

"babe.. you were gone for 2 months not 2 years"

JH

"y/n" jongho calls out and immediately sees you perk your head up from the book you were reading "aren't you going to welcome me back" he ask slipping his shoes off and setting his bag down.

"mhm" your eyes look back down at the book " right after i finish this chapter i will" if you were paying any attention to him you would see his mouth drop open. he walks over to you and sits next to you.

"seriously, you're ignoring me... for twilight" he gently removes the book from your hands and places the book mark between the pages.

you look at him and frown "i wasnt done"

"i dont care, come here" he pulls your leg so you have to move to straddle his lap, your arms wrapping around his shoulder, putting your face in the crook of his neck

"did you miss me" you ask after a few seconds. he answers by pressing his lips on yours.

"who wouldn't" he replies after pulling away just enough to respond with his words.

"i missed you too"

"doesnt seem like it" he chuckles and kisses you again enjoying having you in his arms after so long.

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