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barcalover86 · 4 months

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Unreal nightmare - Gavi

Summary: "How can I learn to live without you when you taught me how to be alive"

"Your relationship was a private one, and we didn't really get to see you two a lot. How was she?" one of the reporters asked.

Pablo chuckled a bit.

"She was so fearless." he started. "Energetic and chaotic kind of girl, you know. Wherever she was, she would bring the light after her. You couldn't feel sad or hopeless around her."

"She seemed like a really nice person."

"Yes, because she was."

Pablo had to stop because he knew that if he would say one more word, he was going to cry. He hated the tight feeling inside his neck.

The older man comforted the boy, putting one of his hands on Gavi's shoulder, while massaging it.

After a few seconds, Pablo continued.

"Before I met her, I only found happiness in winning. But she taught me to enjoy the process, to be thankful that I am healthy and that I have a house where I can sleep and that I have a really loving family that supports me."

"That's so kind of her."

"Yes, she was really kind. To everyone."

He smiled sadly while thinking about you.

"So tell us, Gavi. What happened? One day, she was out there cheering your name, and the next one, we found out that she had passed away? How come?"

The boy started to tear up. His hands reached his face, not wanting to let the world see his pain.

Everyone felt so sorry for him. They all knew how much he loved you and how happy you had made him.

"Just one day, she started scratching all over her body. We were all really confused especially when her eyes got yellow."

"Oh.."

"Yeah.. such a bad memory. Well, then we got her quickly to the hospital, and we stayed there for about 5-6 hours to get her a doctor. She then started to be in so much pain."

"She was having some allergy?"

"I hoped so, but she was not. We found out that she had liver cancer."

"I'm really sorry, Gavi-"

"We took her to the best doctor, but it was all too much for her and after only 1 month of being in the hospital, they let her home for the 'she better dies home with her family, rather than alone' kinda reason".

"But.. After only 1 month, it was that crucial??"

"Liver cancer is extremely dangerous and painful. It expands incredibly fast."

"And she was staying at your house while you just had to pretend that everything was fine... to not worry the people around you."

"Something like that, yes. But our families were there to help me out with her. As I said before, everyone loved her."

"How did she die?"

"She lived more than any doctor said she would. But God.. she looked so different and drained. Even at her worst, she was asking for everyone's health" Gavi laughed a bit.

The reporter smiled.

"I don't know if it was bad or if I'm thankful that she died in my arms.."

"Oh, Gavi-"

"Don't start, please," he once again teared up. "I just don't understand why she had to suffer like that when she was the most angelic person that I've met. She was so, so young.."

"How old was she?"

"17."

A loud silence acapared the room.

No one knew what to say in these situations.

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"Gavi, go to sleep! Tomorrow you have a big game and you have to be rested."

"Pedri, please leave me alone."

"Then I'd be a bad friend. C'mon, brother, go have a nap. I know you're tired."

"I can't sleep, Pedri! Ok? If I close my eyes I only see her dead in front of me!"

"Pablo-"

"Everyone is dreaming about the healthy version of her, and I'm the only one that can't even imagine my girlfriend being.. normal and real and-"

"Gavi! Stop!" Pedri began. "You saw her at her worst. It's normal to have that imagine painted in your brain for a period of time. But that definitely doesn't mean that you are not able to also dream about her when she was all healthy."

"I'm afraid that she forgot me and only looks out for her family and not me, Pedri."

"Don't say that! You know that's not true at all."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because we both know that she loved you more than anyone. Now go to sleep and let's have a great game tomorrow so that you can win for her, alright?"

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"Gavira, do you want to play?" Xavi asked the footballer.

"Yes."

"Ok then, go change!"

Before the game, Pablo had promised himself to give his all for you.

And he did that.

He helped his team a lot.

He didn't see you along the crowd, but he somehow felt you in him. You made him stronger and he even scored. Just. For. You.

"She'd be so proud of you, boy."

And then Gavi looked into the sky and saw your shadow.

And then he smiled.

People were cheering his name, and he then promised himself that he would continue to fight for life, just like you did. You fought for every second of life because every moment matters. And by your absence, he learned to appreciate things more. He learned that to live is the most incredible gift that we, humans, have.

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anikasheep · 6 months

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Things turn different in Nightbringer.

Solomon heard MC's sobbing and moaning when he try to find the reasons why Nightbringer send MC back and stop by their room one night.

He was hesitant, but still opened the door quietly. Solomon walked in silence step and shuffled down the edge of the bed.

"MC."

The sobbing and sniffing stoped. MC shifted and looked at him with their puffy red eyes.

"Nightmare?" They shook their head.

"Miss home." They nodded.

Solomon stared down at their hands which under the cover.

"Can I touch you?" They nodded after several seconds.

Solomon palmed their right hand between his and kissed the back of their right hand.

"I am here with you, MC. You can still miss the brothers but I AM HERE AND YOU ARE NOT ALONE."

His eyelashes brushed thee right hand of MC, the moonlight sneaked into the room and shone on Solomon. His silver hair is glowing.

It's hard to describe the feeling swelling in MC's chest, it's warm and fragile, like a butterfly flops it's wings.

The first night, MC fall asleep while Solomon holding their hands.

Living with Solomon is a new experience to MC.

Basically, the cooking duty is all on MC right now. Solomon tried to help but he got banned after the first time MC let him help in the kitchen.

The whole dishes were ruined and can't bearble, it's also the first time MC pushed Solomon out of the kitchen.

"I'll doing this, please helping me set the table and prepare some Demonus, Okay?"

"You sure you don't need my help?"

"I could handle it, and it's the first time I cook for us, right?"

Solomon's face turn to red and you could see Solomon.exe was shut down for 5 seconds.

"...Heheh, all right. Then I'll leave it to you, MC."

The sorcerer smiled fondly and smugly, you don't really know what makes him so happy suddenly.

But if he doesn't get in the kitchen and try to kil you with his cook, you are happy too.

You can't sleep again.

Whenever you close your eyes, the brothers will pop out of your mind and take your sleepiness away.

Tossing and turning, you take out your DDD.

Are you still wake?

Good question, MC. If he answer you, then the answer is yes. And if not, it's obviously not.

You mocked yourself, but still waiting for the sorcerer's replying.

Just ready to sleep, what's wrong MC?

Hum...Solomon still wake until now?

I... can't sleep.

Can I drop by your room please? I don't want to stay in my room alone. :(

The typing bubble stay for a while, then Solomon replies.

Sure. The door is open.

And I am glad you ask me, MC.;)

You sigh in relief and beam without notice.

Knocking twice before you open Solomon's room door, you greet him when you somehow feel nervous.

It's strange, you've came to the brother's rooms so many times, but why feel shy right now? The only exception is when you enter Lucifer's bedroom or study. Hell you can't get rid of nervous when you try to enter the Avatar of Pride's territory. But it has a reason that your human instinct knows Lucifer has his boundary even around you and he's kind of different in his den or be outside.

Does that make sense if the nervous bubble up right now cause Solomon is also that kind?

"Don't need to be so tense up, MC. We're not in a spell lesson or an official meeting. Or you'll make me question myself that am I really that scary to you?" Solomon chuckles.

"No no, you're a great person and kind enough to let me disturb you in this late night. But...I guess my brain just can't go easy on me." You laugh bitterly.

Solomon wears a loose silk white long sleeve shirt, the top two buttons are opened, showing his delicate skin. The dark purple coat cover his shoulders, and that pair of black sleep pants fits his long legs.

Suddenly, this room is getting warmer.

"Well, since you can't sleep, and I do need some time to prepare for sleep. Why don't I read some books for you?" Solomon said while he gesters you to lay down beside him.

You moved slowly, and you can't think straight.

The feeling of Solomon's soft touch, the way he put the covers on you, make sure you won't get cold. The warm feeling spread through the covers, your clothes and to your skin.

The blushing heated your face and heart.

"All right, now let me read one of my lately collections for you."

Solomon's voice is soothing and gentle. You fell asleep when you drowned into his rich comfortable voice.

Solomon closed the book.

The special fragrance candle with relax and help sleep easier worked.

The sorcerer grinned at himself.

He put the book on the table beside the bed, turned off the light and laid down.

A warm and soft body caught him.

His face turned to left slightly, your head rest against his arms, your hands around his waist and his left hand.

Your breathe even, like there's nothing could pull you out of your sweet dreams.

It's been a long time since someone sleep next to Solomon.

Solomon chuckles and try to control his shudder breath.

His lips brushed the little lamb's forehead, only a feather kiss lingered on MC's forehead for a while.

"Good Night, MC."

#anika dream #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x reader

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simultaneously-sick-and-calm · 1 year

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I'm stuck on this, so please have some of this brain rot.

I am torn about who I think this fits the best but we're gonna roll with Katsuki.

Katsuki x you. Soulmates au if you squint. Fluffy little blurb because I'm apparently trying to make myself soft for him. I'm wearing clown shoes right now don't look at me lmao

He's a creature of habit.

He wakes up at 5, goes for a run, and returns to start his day just the same way every single day.

So when you become a part of his routine, those habits extend to the way he interacts with you. Having you around was an adjustment, sure, but it wasn't necessarily unwelcome. He found quickly that he sleeps more peacefully on the nights you stay over. It's almost like something has notched into place in his soul. A piece that was, not missing, but misaligned before you.

He doesn't pay it too much mind though. He likes having you around. He likes you. So, for him it's as simple as that.

8 months in and you're staying at his place more often than not, and he has fully adjusted to his new routine. He wakes up at 5, five days a week. 6:30 on his days off now, because that's when you wake up. His watch vibrates to stir him from heavy sleep, instead of his phone sounding a loud alarm like it used to. It wasn't a complicated change, just something that he did one weekend after you'd had a hard stretch at work and he never went back to the old habit.

He doesn't think it's harder to get out of bed, but he does hesitate. Just for a second so he can look over your body still at rest.

The soft flutter of your lashes, covering the eyes he loves to get lost in.

The way your chest rises and falls so gently, even if the rest of you is askew from the restless hours between the sun's presence.

Now, every morning, before he gets out of bed, he kisses you softly on the shoulder, right in the spot where your gorgeous skin has an inconsistency.

He made a habit of nuzzling you, squeezing you, kissing you in that spot during the first months of your relationship, and he didn't notice the spot until you stood before the bathroom mirror one night, getting ready for bed.

Something about it tugged him closer, and he thumbed over the spot. Looking at it over your shoulder while he gathered you close in his arms.

"This always been here?"

You roll your eyes, but smile wide in that way he loves best. "Yea, it's been there my whole life. I thought you knew."

"Never noticed before, jus' like kissin' you there." He mumbles, nuzzling into the slope of your neck and relaxing a little more at the way your hand cards through his hair.

"They say that marks like that appear in the places where you were kissed in a past life."

"Yea?"

"Yeah."

He lets his head fall then, caressing your skin with his lips one more time in that spot before he pulls away to get in the shower.

Katsuki has never really believed in soulmates, but he thinks maybe, it could have been him. In another life, that left the mark on you.

A small assurance that he could find you again.

Maybe.

#don't perceive me #not me clowning again thinking I wasn't going to fall for him.#me @ me: why are you like this #bakugou x reader #katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki #💥b.k.#Claire writes sometimes

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coffeedepressionsoup · 10 months

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Somebody does love | MYG - They Meet

Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader

Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage.

This is the one where the two meet for the first time. Part 2 of Somebody Does Love.

Series Masterlist

Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst

Word count - 3k+

Warnings - lil swearing, SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH! nothing else I can think of

Ratings - 13+

A/N - Apologies for the late update. But do let me know in the comments what you think of the chapter and what direction you want to see the narrative flow in. Also, this is not proofed, please excuse typos, tense, and grammar errors. And if you liked it, please please please engage with the post. Comment, like, repost. Your engagement is the sole reason I am pushed to write.

Your flight landed with a two-hour delay at 5 pm at the Incheon airport. After collecting your baggage and going through customs, you shot a text to your friend and waited near one of the cafes inside the airport for the crowd to die down. In about 10 minutes you lugged your bags behind you, pulling your mask further up your nose and pulling the bucket hat to right above your eyes.

It didn’t take long to spot Sammy. Dressed in all black, he had a casual gait that only he could have. It also helped that he carried a little cat poster. You could see his eyes crinkle with a smile as he saw you walking out, which mirrored your own.

“Oh it’s so good to finally have you here!” he said while hugging and slightly managing to lift you off the ground.

“I know. But I am so hungry and nervous and I have such a bad headache,” you mumbled into his jacket shoulder.

“Let’s get you washed, fed and rested. Come on,” he chuckled patted your back and took one of your bags before starting walking towards his car. Ah! His car. A black 2022 Maserati Ghibli Modena. One that he has been yapping about for months on end.

You honestly found it ridiculous. The inordinate amount of money people would pay to procure “luxury” items always confounded you. Sure, wealth commands a certain amount of comfort- Your brain stopped as soon as you sat down on the passenger’s seat of the car. Your ass was far more comfortable than it has ever been on any bed or couch that you have ever owned. Maybe you can allow yourself to see why someone would spend hundreds and thousands of dollars on a car.

Sammy closed the back of the car, with all your bags safely tucked in, and walked over to the driver’s seat. He saw you leaning back onto the seat with your eyes closed. He smirked behind the mask and sat down, swiftly starting the car.

“Still think this was an unnecessary splurge?” his mask had come off and he had that wide eye-crinkling smile.

“Maybe not,” you smiled to yourself. “How far is your place from here?”

“About an hour, with the school and office traffic now, some more.”

“My dead body will enter your residence, Kim Woosung,” you groaned and pulled at the seatbelt in annoyance. Both your mask and hat were now on your lap. Your head felt like the persistent beating of 500 drums all at once.

“Try to take a nap, I will play your sleep playlist,” he suggested.

You could not move another muscle to bother with a response. His reply was like a command. With your eyes shut, you shifted your shoulders to place your neck relatively comfortably. The last thing you remember is the comforting, low hum of white noise filling up the space around you.

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You walked out of the SNU campus, your colleague and friend Samairah in tow. She is the reason you are in Seoul in the first place. You met at an academic conference in Edinburgh when you were still PhD researchers. Dr Samairah Nazli is now a full-time professor of Gender Studies at the prestigious Seoul National University.

“It is just a contract for the coming academic year, Y/N! Come on! You will also get to spend time with Sammy.” You had scoffed back at your friend over the video call last November when she said her department wanted to invite you as a Visiting Professor for their newly-introduced Feminist Economics course and the existing Gender and Media course that a now-retired professor used to handle.

But a week later when you found yourself in a virtual meeting with the Dean, Department Head and the Vice Chancellor, the opportunity did seem intriguing. They did want to eventually offer you a full-time position. You would be tenured at 32! Also, you can work with Samairah again, after working on your first book together, you knew you would work together again.

And of course, you get to spend time with Sammy. One of your best friends. Kim Woosung of The Rose. But only Sammy to you. Crazy to think that you only met him about three years ago, at Friar Park of all places on the planet, but lord, did you love that dude to bits.

“Wanna grab a drink?” Samairah asks, as you both head towards the subway station.

“No, meeting the broker again.”

“This will be the 8th place she’s showing you?”

You shook your head as you dug in your pockets for the cigarette case. “No. Ninth.”

You lit a cigarette and said, “I really want to finalise a place and settle down before the semester begins.”

“Tough to do all that in what- 12 days now?” she counted the days mentally and grabbed the smoke you held out for her to counter.

“I wish I were a millionaire at times like these,” you took back the smoke and gave it a long drag as you stopped at the crossing. Samairah would go straight from here to catch her train and you will take a left and meet Hwang Seul-gi. Your realtor. Broker. Currently, the most important person in your life.

You could have opted to stay at the Siheung-Si staff residence for part-time and visiting faculties, but that would mean you would spend half the day in transit. And you hated transit. Motion made you sick. So yes, car trips with you are absolute joyrides for your friends.

You also wanted time to work on the manuscript of the next book you are planning. And you want enough time to sleep. God, you wish to have a carefree night of sleep soon. Not that Sammy’s guest room is bad, it is comfortable, and luxurious even when you consider the free cuddles from Woolfie, but it still is not a place of your own.

Although Sammy argued the opposite back when you told him about your year-long relocation to Seoul. He wanted you to live as roommates. Even offered you to pay for house-sitting in mirth, for all the times he would be away on tour.

Again, you loved the guy. But his social butterfly stages of self are something you could take in small doses. You knew what his schedule was like, how many people dropped by for work at his home studio, and even just because to share drinks. But a whole year of it would drive you mad. So Sammy finally gave up trying to convince you and connected you to Seul-gi.

The lovely Seul-gi who yet again showed you a wonderful place, reasonably near the campus. But the deposit itself would require you to sell both your kidneys, maybe an eye and even a good chunk of your liver.

It was almost 7:30 by the time you left the apartment complex and headed towards Sammy’s place. You could take a cab, but the crisp late February air made a nice weather for a walk. You were passing through a park, almost deserted at the time, when you heard a noise that alerted you.

It sounded like someone was struggling. Some animal. You could hear low grunts, probably a puppy or a kitten, but you looked around and saw nothing immediately. The noise continued so you stopped and tried to follow the direction of the sound.

You reached a bush at the side of the pathway and were sure that this was the location. But the sun was already down. Dim yellow lights sparsely lit the park pathway, enough for people to look and walk, but not enough to see within the bushes.

By the noise you could now tell that there was also a metal scraping noise, but barely so. You turned on your phone's flashlight but still saw nothing. You looked around but saw no one. Trying your best to not step on any of the plants, you entered the bush and squatted down with the flashlight.

“Hey, are you okay?” a low but heavy voice from above you startled you and the phone almost dropped from your grip as you stood up to see who it was. A man donning all black with a mask, a cap and a hoodie looked right back at you. Only his eyes were visible and the eyes were filled with concern. In the commotion of your entry into the bush and stomping around, ever so mildly within it had now increased the noise.

It sounded like a distressed kitten. You looked back down and could see one of the drainage grills under the dense foliage of the bush. You looked back up at the stranger and said, “I think a kitten has fallen into the drain.”

Before the man could respond, you squatted back down again and saw the drain and beady little eyes inside it clearly this time. You put down your bag beside you on the ground and put all your effort into pulling the iron rungs up. You could feel it move a little, but not enough to dislodge it.

“Hey baby, don’t worry. I will get you out of there,” you cooed through your laboured breath. By now, the stranger had joined you. You both exchanged glances and without saying a word you went in and pulled at the grille together at the same time. It seemed a lot easier with the two of you having pulled at it. With one arm, the stranger shifted the grille aside.

You peered down the drain and extended your arm to grab the kitten. The poor being was scared and cold and probably even more traumatised by all the strange and sudden commotion. You leant down completely, with your stomach on the ground and lowered yourself into the opening up to your shoulders to grab the kitten with both your hands.

The man next to you extended a cautious arm as if to make sure you don’t fall in. Well, the opening was not big enough for you to fall into. But you could get weirdly stuck. But soon he saw your body lifting up and his extended hand hovered over your body, never touching, but ready to help if needed.

You came back up with a feisty calico kitten in your hands who initially made a few tiny scratches on your palm but was now just shivering. The man beside you promptly took off the work jacket he was wearing over his hoodie and handed it towards you. How many layers is he wearing? A small part of your mind wandered, but you quickly grabbed it from him, giving him a thankful smile and wrapped the kitten up in the jacket and held her close to your body, for maximum warmth.

You looked down at the ground near your feet where your bag was and before you could bend over to grab it, the man swooped in and said, “I got this.”

After you stepped out of the bush, you turned to the man again and said, bowing politely, “Thank you for your help.”

“No problem at all. I have two cats of my own, I know the fear of losing them” he said in a calm but understanding tone. You looked at his eyes more closely while he talked, you could have sworn you had met him before, but didn’t know where.

You shook your head and replied, “Oh no, this is not my cat.” And then you explained the noise you followed. The man nodded his head and looked around probably thinking the same thing that you were. “Do you think the mother is around here somewhere?” you asked.

“If she were, she wouldn’t be too far away.”

You looked back down at the kitten, who had stopped shivering now but was still covered in a considerable amount of mud and dirt. You also considered checking if she was chipped and if the person could be notified if she was already a pet. “Do you know of any vet nearby? I am new here, so-”

“Yes, it’s on my way. I will drop you,” he held his arm out to point in the general direction of where you were headed to go back to Sammy’s. You started walking and the man joined you. Out of the park, and having crossed two traffic signals and taken two right turns, you reached the vet’s chamber. It was reasonably empty. You put your name in the register and waited.

The man sat in a chair next to you but one. He looked over to see you making conversation with the kitten. Of course, she won’t be able to say if she lost her mother or forgot her way home. But the sing-song voice you used clearly worked. He could see the large dark beady eyes of the kitten staring back at your face with wonder and trust.

He too looked at your face with wonder and felt a strange sense of trust and comfort. When he saw a person climb inside a bush at a more or less empty park on a random Thursday evening, he half expected it to be a madman. But when he peered in and saw the glow of a flashlight, he grew more curious.

He noticed how a part of your right elbow was scraped slightly, not that you seemed to notice. He also saw the muddy bits on your beige outfit. And then looked again at the kitten wrapped in his jacket, on your lap.

“Y/N,” the receptionist called out. You stood up and turned towards the man and gave him a curt nod. He blinked several times before nodding back at your retreating figure and gulped down a deep breath. Did you catch him staring? Even if you did, you didn’t let it show. Y/N. Y/N. He repeated the name in his head a couple of times.

It was only after the doctor examined the kitten and told you that she has no chips, and is healthy but is slightly malnourished, that you realised you have so far, that is almost in 30 to 40 minutes’ time, not once asked for the man's name - the stranger in black, now at pet clinic reception.

You just followed a stranger through a dimly lit park and ended up where you are now. When put that way, doesn’t sound like the safest thing to do.

The groomers had taken the kitten to another room to clean her up. The vet wrote up some supplements that the kitten could be given and asked you to wait outside. You walked out and saw the man, right where he was, hugging your bag on his lap, scrolling through his phone. Cap, mask and hoodie - still intact. You went up to him and sat in the seat next to him but one.

“Thanks for looking after my bag,” you smiled.

The man looked up at you and held the bag out, you could see the crinkles of his smile near his eyes. “Is she alright?” he asked.

You explained whatever the doctor said.

“Are you going to keep her then?”

Your eyes widened comically and then it dawned on you. You don’t even have a place for yourself. Where the fuck are you gonna keep her? And if the mother was still around, she would likely not be malnourished, so it is not like you can hope to reunite her with her mom.

Sammy would not mind, for now, you knew. But Woolfie? How would he react?

Seeing you stunned, the man chuckled, “You hadn’t really thought so far, had you?”

“Not really. My immediate instinct was to just release the kitten. But she’s so small and frail, I cannot possibly let her be anywhere else. But-”

Before you could say anything else, one of the groomers approached you, with the kitten now in a cosy, little carrier, all clean and dried. And he carried the jacket she was wrapped in, in the other hand.

You thanked him and then turned to the man next to you and looked guiltily down at the jacket on your right hand. “I am sorry about this. I will get it dry-cleaned and return it to you. And also, I am sorry I didn’t catch your name till now. I am Y/N Y/L/N," you draped the jacket over your other forearm and extended your arm for a shake.

“HI Y/N, I am Min Yo-,” he choked on his words before he cleared his throat and said taking your hand and giving it a firm shake, “I am Min Yong-Ho.”

You smiled back and walked out of the vet clinic. “I go this way now,” you pointed towards the left.

“Oh I go the opposite way,” you could see the hint of a smile but also maybe apprehension.

You had bought cat food worth a week, food bowls, a litter box, litter pellets and a small cat bed. You requested the store to deliver the items to Sammy’s address. In the meantime, you had texted the bare bones of your encounter to him. So he was ready to greet a kitten into his home by the time you went back and for the time being had locked his bedroom door, where Woolfie was fast asleep.

You nodded and asked the man, “So, Yong-ho, how do I return your jacket?”

The man looked around, eyes seeming frantic, almost like a deer caught in headlights. Until finally he pointed at a cafe on the opposite side of the road. “How about we meet at that cafe on Sunday evening?”

“Sure, I will bring back a spick and span jacket, I promise,” you said and asked, “6 PM sounds good?”

“6 PM sounds perfect,” the man nodded and waved back at you as you went your way - the kitten in the carrier in one hand, his jacket in the other and your bag, now draped as a sling across your body. He doesn’t know how long he stood there. But he kept staring your way for five seconds longer after your silhouette disappeared over the horizon.

Taglist: @majiiisstuff, @starlighttaek8, @yoongrace

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tgmsunmontue · 5 months

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Another Time (Chapter 5/14)

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

Summary: Jake wakes up in Rooster's body about ~30 or so hours post-Mission and they have to deal with it. They're adults. Apparently.

(Posting on Tumblr, chapter a day until it's complete (currently 14 chapters already written), after it's complete I will post it on AO3 once a day until it's completed there as well).

Odd chapter = Jake POV, Even chapter = Bradley POV

Time is fuzzy.

He can tell it passes, but he can’t tell if it’s minutes or hours or even days. He lets himself be shuffled around by himself and it’s a mindfuck when he’s firing on all cylinders, which is definitely not the case right now. He’s undressed, showered, then dressed again in the softest material he’s ever felt. He loses time just stroking the fabric and humming to himself while he’s positioned in a comfortable bed with his leg up on a mound of cushions. It’s nice, his mind provides, like being home.

He drifts.

He’s woken up and offered food, a simple grilled cheese, and he’s staring at himself in confusion before the memory trickles back and he groans. He’s still in Rooster’s body. Fuck. He’s never had morphine before, and he doesn’t like it. He might not be feeling any pain, but he also feels drowsy-drunk, everything hazy and he’s struggling to keep his eyes open so he just lets himself keep them closed while he chews. It’s a good grilled cheese.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit. How long have I been out?”

“Few hours. Debrief has been pushed to tomorrow, after your follow-up appointment at the hospital in the morning. Fourteen hundred.”

“Your appointment,” Jake mutters, feeling a little bitter that he’s the one dealing with all the pain while Rooster walks around in his body with not even a scratch.

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Not your fault,” Jake grunts, because it’s not. He opens one eye and squints, feels crumbs in Rooster’s moustache on his face and he brushes at it absently. Feels weird. Softer than he thought it would be.

“Wait… where am I?”

“My place.”

“You have a place?” He forces his eyes open and looks around and realizes he must be in Bradshaw’s bedroom. He accepts the bottle of water and the help to sit up and drink it. His stomach feels more settled than it did earlier, he’s grateful for that.

“Yeah, it’s off base. You can be nosy later.”

“Mmm. I’m in your bed…”

“Yeah, you are,” Rooster agrees. Their eyes meet and Jake suddenly feels a little more alert.

“It’s not another time yet is it…”

“You’re drugged up, not in your right mind or even the right body, so no, it’s definitely not another time…”

Jake pulls a face, he gets it. All of it. But he doesn’t want to be left alone. One of the reasons he enjoys being in the Navy is the fact that he’s hardly ever alone.

“Can you keep me company anyway?”

“What?”

“I wanna cuddle…” Well, he wasn’t quite going to put it that way, but his brain to mouth filter is clearly not in residence.

“I… your leg.”

“Just be careful. Come on.”

He’s not going to say please, no matter how much he wants it. He lies back and feels Rooster lay beside him, shuffling of pillows and then the warmth of his body near but not quite touching. He opens his eyes, turns his head to see Rooster lying on his side facing him, watching him silently.

“Have I got something on my face?”

“Go back to sleep Seresin…”

“Cuddle me properly and I might.”

“God you’re demanding.”

“Honey, you have no idea,” Jake mumbles, eyes feeling heavy. Then Rooster is shifting closer and he feels the weight of an arm rest on his chest and he makes a sound of approval but doesn’t know if Rooster replies before he falls asleep again.

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#Hangster #Sereshaw #rooster x hangman #hangman x rooster #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfic

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midnightdevotion · 2 years

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Risk

Rooster x Reader (AFAB)

Part 2 of Safe

Flashbacks are in Italics

Tag list is open

Requests are open

Warnings: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE FLASHBACKS/DREAMS, Please please don't read if you will find this triggering in any way!

You wake up in a cold sweat, heart beating so fast you feel like it might burst out of your chest and run away. It feels almost painful to breathe and you wish you could say this didn't happen every night, but you'd be lying.

Reaching up with shaky hands you wipe the tears off your face. Trying to keep the dream out of your mind and ultimately failing.

You're running as fast as you can through the house, you just have to get up the stairs and lock the bathroom door and you'll be safe, he will eventually get bored of trying to get to you and the next morning when he leaves for work everything will go back to normal. You can hear his footsteps behind you, and you know he's gaining on you.

You feel his hand wrapping around your wrist and ice shoots through your veins. You didn't make it this time. Struggling to get away from him, a last-ditch effort of your fight or flight. He slams your head into the nearest wall, and you scream out in pain.

"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME DO THIS- YOU NEVER LEARN" and before you can prepare yourself, though there's no preparing that could ever be done to help this situation he's kicking your stomach. At this point you go limp, there's nothing you can do or say that stops him from beating you. He will continue until he's tired and then he just leaves you where you are and goes to bed.

You can feel the warmth of blood running down your face as he throws a punch to your nose. Mixing with the salty tears running down your cheeks for a putrid combination. You can hear screaming and sobs but your brain barely registers them as yours as you try to curl up to a ball.

He sends one last devastating blow to your ribcage and you can't catch your breath. He stands muttering about how worthless you are, and how lucky you are to have a man like him that puts up with you. You don't feel any luck though, the only feeling you have is pain. It's radiating all over your body and you can't breathe or move.

An Abrupt ringing tears you away from your dream. You look over at the clock and see it's 4:45 am. Nervously you look over at your phone to see an unknown number calling you. You let it go to voicemail. Feeling infinitely scared at the unknown caller, you get up and lock yourself in the bathroom. That old saying about old habits dying hard bouncing around in your head as you turn the shower on just to have some white noise.

You jump up onto the counter and sit up there, ignoring the fact that you are so cold you can't feel your hands or feet. You feel like you are staring at the same speck of toothpaste for hours when in reality you check the clock and it has been ten minutes. Groaning, you wonder if it would be rude to call rooster.

You know it's his day off, and that waking him up at a bright and early five am when he rarely gets to truly sleep in is very rude. You settle on just sending him a text, that way if he's awake you can call, and if not you probably won't wake him up.

What you didn't know though was rooster keeps your notifications on loud. So at an early and crisp 5:02 am, rooster hears his text tone for you go off. He groans, sending his arm out in search of the device.

When he finds it, he squits one eye open at it and sees a text from the only girl that's ever made his heart beat like it's a drummer at a rock show.

My Favorite Bartender: "hey... I know it's early but any chance your awake?"

Rooster knows he has two options here answer right away and be your rock with whatever you are going through because ever the independent woman you are he knows you wouldn't reach out unless you absolutely needed him. Or try and go back to sleep. Who's he kidding, he's got one option here.

He clicks on your contact and hits the call button. He listens to it ring 3 times, starting to get weary that maybe something bad happened. He's .2 seconds away from hopping out of bed and driving to your place. Frowning when he realizes he doesn't actually know where you live.

"He-hello" you answer, and immediately he can hear it in your voice that something has gotten to you.

"what happened" his worry seeps into his tone.

You definitely hear the worry but what you are more focused on is the gravelly sound of his voice. It makes your mind race, picturing him shirtless in bed with bed head and tired eyes. No one thought should be able to get you blushing like this. You glance at yourself in the mirror before sighing.

"I-I just had a nightmare" You can see the tears still streaking your face. You hate that your ex still gets to you. Still makes your voice tremble and your hands shake. Still terrorizes you in your dreams every night.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice is soft like if he spoke too loudly it would break you. It probably would.

"No I just- could you just talk to me?" rooster is clenching his jaw at how delicate you sound, and how much it sounds like you just need somebody.

"Can I come over?" he hears your breath hitch over the phone, and he knows that you are scared to let someone into your space so he's preparing for you to say no. That you can't trust him in your home, your sanctuary, and he's wracking his brain for funny stories to try and cheer you up over the phone, but god rooster is not a good phone personality and he never cared until this moment right now.

"I... Yeah I'll text my address?" He's genuinely shocked when you agree, and he can't help the giddiness that overtakes him because you trust him, so much so you're letting him come to the one place that hasn't been touched by a single outsider.

He's throwing his phone on speaker phone and rushing out of bed, he hopes you don't hear when he gets one foot stuck in his sweats and ends up falling over. You do. He's dressed in his favorite sweat pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie over the top in under 2 minutes. Rushing out the door to his assigned room to his car in record speeds.

"Okay, darling I'm on my way" You tell him to drive safely before ending the call. You know if you needed him too he would have stayed on the phone the whole time, but you need him to focus on the road and get to you safe.

It takes him fifteen minutes to get to you. He pulls up outside and anxiously looks at the dark house. Worried something happened to you in the time it took him to drive to you. Shaking his head he gets out of his car, bringing the snacks he raided a gas station two minutes down the road for.

He knocks 3 times. You slowly climb off of the counter in the bathroom before making your way down the stairs and to the door.

"sweetheart it's me Bradley" You hear his muffle call from behind the door Letting out the deep breath you were subconsciously holding in you slowly open the door. Suddenly aware of the oversized t-shirt of your fathers and messy hair you were sporting.

"god sleepy is sure a good look on you" if it were anyone else you'd maybe take it in a bad way but the way bradley was looking at you softly with a sweet sleepy smile you can't help but feel butterflies explode in your stomach.

Unconsciously your brain thinks back to how your ex never made you feel beautiful, especially when you had just woken up. Always saying mean things about you until you got ready, because in his words 'he deserves a woman that is always up and ready before him'

"Sweetheart hey, come back to me." You're shocked to see Bradley standing closer now, hand paused in reaching for your cheek, in a silent ask for permission. You nod. He doesn't hesitate to brush his fingers across your face and push your hair behind your ear.

You glance down at his other hand and noticed the overflowing reusable bag of snacks. He follows your line of sight and grins.

"I didn't really know what your favorite snack was, a topic we haven't touched yet, but I just grabbed everything in hopes your comfort snack is in here" You swallow hard at this bed-headed aviator standing with what has to be an entire gas station, simply because you asked.

"Bradley..." and he must see something in your eyes because he's setting the bag down and pulling you close to him. You realize it's the first time he didn't ask permission, and it's also the first time you don't feel scared when someone moves closer to you.

You stand like that, in Bradley's arms for what has to be at least 10 minutes. It's still too soon when you move away. You two make your way over to your couch. It doesn't take him long to have you laughing about the prank he and phoenix pulled on hangman this week.

He decides to start a show for the two of you, and you laugh when you see it's love Island, the UK version.

"I can see the judgment in your eyes but... well just watch this show. is addicting" You can't stop the laughter that escaped your mouth.

"You are such a dork Bradley Bradshaw" but there's no malice to your tone.

Turns out, 3 episodes later and he was right. This show IS addicting. However, your rough night of sleep wins out and as Bradley goes to make a comment of which one is his favorite this season, he looks down to see you passed out.

He's grinning at the sight of you, leaning against him as your face looks peaceful. He shifts allowing you to law down fully, head on his lap. He is softly stroking your hair and watching you sleep more than he's watching the show that's still playing softly in the background.

Bradley stays like this and lets you sleep for 3 hours before he's hungry. He slowly gets up, laying your head down and making his way to the kitchen. He quickly finds the ingredients for pancakes. Humming a tune as he sets out to make breakfast for the two of you.

You feel yourself stirring not much later, missing the warmth of your favorite pilot. Hearing someone humming a tune you can't quite place you freeze on instinct before realizing it must be rooster.

Yawning, you make your way into the kitchen to see Bradley slightly swaying his hips as he flips a pancake.

"You sure are a saint Bradshaw, making a girl breakfast after she wakes you up at a horrible 5 am" He turns around and grins at you.

"Darlin you could wake me up at any time and I'd do anything for you just to see that smile" His words have a red hot sensation running up your cheeks. He's satisfied by this reaction if his smirk is anything to go by.

He pulls you closer, caging you between him and the stove, making you sway along with him as he continues his humming. Both of you blissfully unaware of the outside world.

You hear a message come to your phone, and you grin as Bradley pouts when you move away from him to check what it is.

Unknown number: I know about Bradshaw.

You can't breathe. You don't hear Bradley as he calls for you, blood rushing too fast past your ears as a picture pops up. It's bradley in front of your door, as you open it for him.

Unknown Number: I thought I told you, You are MINE.

You drop your phone and Bradley is rushing to you. He sees the distant and scared look on your face, so he bends down and reads the messages on your phone. His face paling at the realization that your worst nightmare had just come true.

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pretty-chaotic-world · 6 months

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if my BPD can scream

1. I wish i could have a normal love... but no, my brain wants to worship every little detail of you until it drives me insane

2. sorry i pushed you away i felt abandoned and suicidal

3. I’m sick of going to bed and knowing things won’t be better tomorrow

4. I'll ask you thousands times if you really love, please don't get annoyed

5. I'll create "drama" and mishaps only to feel like I'm in home

6. i’m afraid that one day my anger will overshadow the little love i still have left for the world

7. I feel numb. No tears, no anger, nothing. Just going through the same day again and again. I would rather just sleep without waking up.

8. I'm so tired of everytime one small argument or inconvenience breaks out I want to end it and self destruct, it's so draining.

9. I want to stop feeling anything and when i actually don't it breaks my heart but I can't cry it out.

10. "its all in your head" well duh where tf else is it gonna be??? in my fucking kidneys????

11. I am constantly between wanting people to care about me and wanting them not to so I can hurt myself without feeling guilty

12. Psychiatrist told me there is no cure for bpd and I've to change myself. Well why cant they just let me die then?

13. Until you live with bpd you'll never know what it's like to be too much and not enough at the same time.

14. i know im constantly too much for everyone but sometimes i just want to be enough for someone

15. if he will leave me, my next diagnosis will be of "sociopath"

16. im so jealous of all the people who see him and touch him and talk to him every single day it should be me me me me

17. oh I got my hair coloured. why? because I can't hurt myself anymore

18. "you're so distant" because you can't handle my abandonment issues.

19. My younger self disappoint me a lot. like why were you begging people to stay in your life? ohh no worries I know the answer

20. I wanna throw a plate against the wall, stab a knife through my hand, destroy my laptop with a hammer, smash my door in with an axe and spray graffiti all over the walls of my room

21. Why shouldn’t I be mad? Why can’t I just be angry and be allowed to feel it? Why can’t I burn everything down?

22. I have to watch my mouth every fucking second to make sure I don't destroy every relation I have coz apparently social life matters!!

23. Isnt it fucked up how he got away with every horrible thing he made me experience and I’m the one who has to live with myself feeling absolutely fucking worthless

24. I don't deserve food and love. im a horrible person.

25. this is how my eating cycle goes

feeling weak coz i haven't ate anything -> eat -> purge -> feeling guilty after purging -> eat more -> feeling guilty after eating so much -> cry coz you don't know what's happening

26. the diagnosis makes me believe I'm not insane just lil emo ig!! NOOOO YOU'RE INSANE

27. “don’t let it bother u” baby i’m gonna be bothered by this for the next 10 years

28. if I tell you I love you its equivalent to I can kill someone for you

29. Actually upon further inspection that shit really hurt my feelings

30. I don't dive into insecurity anymore, i drown in self-loathe

31. i shut up in between group convo coz I know I'll talk invaluable shit and nobody really cares what I say until it's psychology class

32. "if you are fully aware of yourself, why do you keep acting like that?" slapping self awareness on top of bpd only grants the ability to watch yourself self-destruct straight from the vip section thats all it does literally

33. “Where do you see yourself in the future” building a cult for mentally ill people

34. ofc I've a praise kind i was ignored as a child

35. I'm much better than I was before. you know why coz I don't to air now and don't see monsters walking by side all the time

36. No I don't want to self harm anymore I need to kill that fucking monster

37. Don't mind me, I'm just casually sabotaging all my positive relationships with negative delusions because my life doesn't feel real unless something dramatic and destructive is constantly occurring

38. i don’t care i don’t care i don’t care (im going to sob my fucking eyes out)

39. “Stop making your disorder your personality” I have a fucking personality disorder for god sake

40. turning my mental illnesses into kinks and calling it the BDSM-5

41. "destroy something precious while you're in rage" ohh yeaa and then I'll do that again and again

42. what I hate most about my BPD is the fact that I have started doubting every emotion that I’ve ever felt in my life, whether it’s love, my grief through multiple traumas, or my anger, & it’s so saddening. It has actually led me to start questioning my reality.

43. if I need medication to stay alive, am I really meant to be here?

44. it's either be alone without 75% of my symptoms, or be with someone and display the most horrendous unstable awful version of myself. why do i have to choose between love & happiness or peace & stability?

45. That fucking bpd rage where everyone's voices makes you want to scream and every noise around you makes you want to sh and you're so mad you can almost feel the cuts everywhere

46. getting worked up to the point of becoming physically ill (throwing up/stomach issues etc) because you felt rejected/abandoned by your favourite person

47. i wish my trauma made me kind as everyone says but i’m becoming what i fear the most- a monster.

48. imagine getting diagnosed with a personality disorder and the only visible representation of that disorder is an animated horse man, a sociopathic sitcom character from philadelphia, and darth vader

#bpd #bpd awareness #personality disorder #borderline personality disorder #mental illness #mental health #mental instability

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allaboutthedongs · 2 years

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Cheater | Five | 18+

This is the view you'd kinda have in this chapter

☆ Pairing: Idol!Jaehyun x Female reader x Idol!Mark

☆ Genre: smut, slight angst

☆ Word count: 3.1 K

☆ Warnings: Infidelity, toxic relationship, cursing, dirty talk, shower sex, dom!jaehyun, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), getting caught cheating twice?, a broken friendship, mentions of throwing up and being sick, pwp, filth as always.

☆ Prompt of the series: What should’ve been just a simple visit to your boyfriend, turned into a night of filthy pleasure with his friend when you both notice that you were alone at the dorm.

☆ A/n: Chapter 5 is finally here!! I'm sooo sorry it took me this long to update this series, but you know, sometimes life is not easy and I really wasn't in the mood to write, but I'm back and I hope you like it as much as I do. I'm still debating myself if giving this story a happy ending or make them suffer. Let me know what would you like best. Please leave feedback, like and reblog.

Also, it's 1:45 am and I need to sleep, so this isn’t proofread.

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Jaehyun went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, at that moment Jungwoo took the opportunity to go to his room to get his pajamas and other things he needed to spend the night in Mark's room, and that's where he found you naked in Jaehyun's bed. He was stunned to see you there, the words stuck in his throat unable to get them out. When Jaehyun returned to his room he found him standing frozen there, looking at you.

"Jungwoo, what are you doing here?" Jaehyun asked nervously and hurried to close the door.

"No, no, no... This is also my room. What is SHE doing here?" realization suddenly hit him, "Oh my God, the lewd noises from before were you both!" he said, holding his hands to his head, his face contorting in horror.

"Woo, I can explain everything, but please keep your voice down!" You hastened to say as you covered your breasts with the sheets.

"What are you supposed to explain? It's pretty obvious why you're naked in Jaehyun's bed. Besides, the one you owe an explanation to is Mark, not me." After a few seconds of silence while Jungwoo looked at you both with anger and disappointment, Jaehyun tried to talk.

"Jungwoo, listen. It's not wha-"

"Shut up!" he cut him off, "I can't believe it Jaehyun. It's Y/N, your friend's girlfriend!" he said pointing at you frantically as if Jaehyun was an idiot and hadn't really realized who you were. "How could you do this to Mark? And you..." he turned to look at you, "you're going to break his heart into a million pieces, Y/N."

"I know it and for that very reason, please, please, please don't say anything to Mark, let me be the one to tell him at the right time." you begged.

"Right time? Tell me Y/N, when is the right time to tell your boyfriend that you had sex with his friend/bandmate in the next room when he was seriously injured?" if looks could kill, by that time you would be dead, "and you, Jaehyun, do you realize all the consequences this could bring, not only to you and Mark but to all the members? No, I bet you don't because you clearly think with your cock, not your brain. You're both scum and I don't want to be part of this, so don't even think I'm going to keep it a secret."

"I swear we're gonna talk to him once he's feeling better, but please don't say anything to him, at least not now. I know we have no right to ask you such a thing or get you involved into this, but we really need you to keep this a secret." Jaehyun said, reaching out to his friend, who rejected him.

"Alright, I'm not going to say anything to Mark, not for your sake, but for his. An emotional blow this strong right now would destroy him completely. He has had enough," said, sighing heavily. "and I don't want to know you're still here tomorrow morning, Y/N." He stated just before leaving and slamming the bedroom door.

"Can't believe what just happened," Jeahyun said, dropping down on his bed next to you, hands on his face covering his eyes in embarrassment.

"What are we going to do?! If Jungwoo says something, we're screwed, Jaehyun!" you started to panic, "This could be the end of your friendship with all the guys, of the group... of everything!"

"Hey, look at me! Calm down Y/N, we're going to be okay," he said as he took your cheeks in his hands and kissed your forehead, "I'm sure Jungwoo as angry as he is, isn't going to say anything, at least not for now. In the meantime, you and I will figure out the best way to solve all this, you'll see. We still have time."

"I hope so!" You blew up a sigh, choosing to believe in Jaehyun.

It had been weeks since you were discovered by Jungwoo and he'd kept his promise not to say anything to Mark but was finding it extremely difficult to hide his hatred for Jaehyun, especially when they had practice or performance together, so the other guys were starting to notice that something was going on between them, but of course, no one suspected it was something related to you or so.

Every time he saw Mark talk to Jaehyun and call him a friend, his stomach churned with disgust and anger. He couldn't believe how it was possible that after what Jaehyun had done to Mark, he still had the nerve to look him in the eye, smile at him, and treat him as if nothing had ever happened.

Repugnance, disgust, and hate were exactly what Jungwoo felt for both of you, but so much more for Jaehyun.

"I think she's seeing someone else," Mark said out of the blue, trying to sit on the couch.

Johnny went to Mark's dorm to spend the evening with him since the other guys had scheduled all day long, so Mark took the opportunity of the two of them being alone to share something that had been on his mind for a while but he didn't really feel comfortable to talk about it with anyone other than Johnny.

"Again, Mark?" Johnny asked, looking up from his cell phone and helping his friend, "Seriously, what's making you think that?"

"I don't know, I can just sense it, man."

"So, she hasn't actually done anything to make you think she's cheating on you, it's just something you feel?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, I know it sounds stupid, but it's something you know...I've been thinking about for a while now."

"I think being stuck here in the dorm for so long is messing with your mind. You need to focus on your recovery, not on thinking nonsenses," he laughed in amusement.

"I'm serious Johnny, while she hasn't given me any real reason to be suspicious, the truth is that she' been behaving differently."

"Explain yourself,"

"She used to always call or text me to say hi or ask when we could meet and when I would tell her that I couldn't, she would get upset or sad, but a few weeks before the accident she stopped looking for me, and when I would call her and ask to hang out, then she would always tell me that she was too busy with work, tired or would go out of town to visit her family, I noticed that she didn't care anymore whether to meet me or not, she seemed to have lost interest in me,"

"Okay, I see... have you thought that maybe, she understood that your life as an idol is very busy and just stopped waiting for you to be available to her and decided to focus on her own interests? Besides, as far as I know, she's been very attentive to you since you were discharged from the hospital and went back to the dorm. She comes to visit you very often, doesn't she?"

"Yes, but although she is very kind to me and helps me in any way she can, I can feel the atmosphere a little uncomfortable. I don't know how to describe it, but it's just not the same anymore," he said, looking down at his feet, ashamed. "it doesn't feel like my girlfriend is visiting me but a nurse or just a friend, if you know what I mean,"

"I'm not sure..."

"She hardly ever kisses me anymore and when she does, it's just a quick little peck, let alone something else," he blushed a bit.

"You mean sex?"

"Mmm, yeah. Too much information, I know. Sorry." the blush in his cheeks intensified.

Johnny chuckled, "Take it easy Mark, you're recovering from a pretty bad accident, it's logical that not much will happen between you since you're still a little hurt. I mean, you even still need some help to move!"

"I know, I know and I don't want to sound paranoid but-"

Johnny laughed again, "Well, I'm sorry but you already do, dude,"

"No, really. I feel like she still loves me but maybe as a friend, not as her boyfriend anymore. You can feel the atmosphere of awkwardness when I try to make a move on her and at the same time, I see like a special gleam in her eyes, a gleam I've never seen in her before and I know deep down that it's not because of me, it's something else,"

"Normally I would tell you to always follow your intuition, but Mark, Y/N has been my friend for many years, I can tell that I know her very well and I know she's been in love with you from the moment I introduced you guys."

"Well, maybe she has changed her mind," he shrugged.

"I can assure you that's not the case, but if it makes you feel a little more at ease, I can take her out to lunch one of these days and see if I manage to find out something, I just need to match our schedules."

"You'd really do that for me?" Mark asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, well... it's not like I'm going to ask her directly, but I'll be able to observe her well and as I've told you, I've known her for a long time, if there's anything weird, believe me I'll notice it right away,"

"Thanks, mate. I'm really sorry for dragging you into this, but I don't know what else I could do since she never tells me anything."

"You're welcome, that's what friends are for. And now, cheer up! You need to get back on your feet and in no time you'll be back to rehearsing and performing with all of us." Johnny said, patting his shoulder to comfort him.

You had not planned for Jaehyun to stay at your place, but it seemed that you had eaten some spoiled food or something last night and felt quite bad, so he sat on the floor next to you, pulling your hair up and rubbing your back while you emptied it all in the toilet. Then, he carried you to your bedroom, helped you to change your clothes, and stayed the night taking care of you.

The next morning you woke up with the sun's rays on your face, feeling Jaehyun's arms around you as you tried to move.

"Good morning," Jaehyun said softly, kissing your shoulder and stroking your hair. His touch brought you back to reality, and you smiled when you saw him.

"Hey, morning," you say quietly, stroking his face.

"How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?" he asked, looking at you worriedly.

“I feel very good and yeah, I slept well. You?” You slept better than well. Jaehyun spooned you all night, keeping your body nice and warm. You felt absolutely refreshed, having not even woken up once during the night.

“Awesome,” Jaehyun responded smiling widely, his cute dimples appearing on his face.

“Do you have anywhere to be today, or do you wanna stick around for a bit?” You rubbed your eyes groggily as you sat up straight.

"I have to go to the company, but there's no rush, I can head out after breakfast.” He said, pulling himself from the warm comfort of your bed.

"Great, I'm so hungry but I better take a shower first, you’re welcome to join me, if not then go get breakfast ready." You offered, disappearing into the bathroom, and before you could even start to run the shower, you saw Jaehyun desperately taking his clothes off. You couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness.

You loved bathing and taking showers with Jaehyun. Watching him wet and naked always lit a fire in your core in an inexplicable way, and today was no exception. You watched the water running down his delicious toned body, and roll down the curves of his ass, the muscles on his back flexing as he washed his face and hair.

“So, are you just gonna watch me shower or what?" He chuckled, amused.

"I can't help but enjoy the view," You said with a cocky side smile.

Jaehyun kissed you gently on the lips first, and then he started to kiss down your jawline towards your neck. Water dripping down your chest making your nipples erect. You let out a soft moan as he bit down on your skin, sucking on it gently while swirling his tongue on that sweet spot in the crook of your neck.

Your hands started to roam his firm torso, feeling his muscles. You wanted to give his body the proper attention it deserved, so you kept running your fingertips down his solid chest until they brushed over the ridges of his abs. You licked your lips, eager to run your tongue over the skin there.

He had just the lightest happy trail leading you right to your favorite part of his body. Your eyes traveled back up his body until you locked eyes with him, where you found him staring at you hungrily.

“Jae, can I…?” You asked, blinking innocently bitting your lower lip.

His eyes widened ever so slightly. “Yes! God, yes, please. But wait, are you sure you're no longer nauseous?”

"I'm perfectly fine, babe." You pushed him back and dropped to your knees, tipping your chin up to maintain eye contact.

Jaehyun inhaled sharply as he felt your fingers wrapping around his shaft. Your eyes stayed on him as you leaned forward, sticking your tongue out flat as you ran it up the underside of his dick. Though he didn’t make a noise, you noticed the way his eyelashes fluttered and his gaze darkened.

You placed wet kisses at the tip of his cock before you began to take him slowly into your mouth. You wanted him to feel every inch of your mouth as it surrounded him, desperate to break his steady demeanor.

One of his hands came to the side of your face to brush your hair away, his thumb stroking your cheek lovingly.

"You love sucking my cock, don't you?"

You batted your eyelashes up at him, your mouth still wrapped around his dick. You weren’t quite ready to pull away, so you just nodded your head, careful not to let any bit of his cock slip out. The way Jaehyun smirked back down at you sent warmth straight between your cunt, causing you to squeeze your knees together from where you knelt on the floor.

Yeah, you were absolutely loving this. Something about having this power over Jaehyun, even as he stared down at you with such a domineering gaze, turned you on beyond words. You let him set the pace with his hand at the back of your head. He was gentle with you, but you knew he was holding back.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he told you, his hand coming to join the other at the back of your head, stroking your hair softly.

Encouraged by his praise, you attempted to take just one extra inch inside your mouth on your next downstroke.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, just as he slipped past the resistance of your gag reflex and you dug your nails into his tighs.

When you opened your eyes to look up at him, you were awfully pleased to see his head thrown back, and his face screwed up in pleasure, so you continued taking more and more of his dick even though your jaw ached and your throat was becoming sore. It was all worth it for the moans and groans you were pulling out of him.

“Oh, oh shit!“ Jaehyun suddenly said, his hands tugging harshly on your hair to pull your mouth off of him. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I just need you to stop.”

Standing from the floor, you wiped your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. Jaehyun didn’t waste much time and reached down to your legs lifting them around his waist, pressing you against the cold shower walls. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him for a kiss.

“I wonder how wet you really are…” he said reaching down your cunt and spreading your folds with his fingers. He gently teased you as he felt you squirm under his touch. “Ready?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you responded.

As he sank into you, you both let out sighs of pleasure. Jaehyun set a fast pace inside of you that had you moaning every time he bottomed out. He was also muttering words of praise, but you could barely focus on anything besides the way he was pushing into your g-spot.

You moaned his name, louder and louder as he picked up his pace even more.

"Are you close?” he asked, leaning forward to press his forehead into yours. “God, how are you so tight?”

You nodded. “I-I’m so close, Jae. Please, please, don’t stop.” Somewhere, in the back of your head, you knew you were being too loud, there was no way there wouldn’t be a noise complaint called into your landlord, but you couldn't help, Jaehyun was driving into you at a consistently breathtaking pace. All you could think about was the delicious way he felt inside of you.

You were almost seeing stars, the heat in your belly was ready to spread flames and engulf your entire body, but suddenly a loud bang on the door startled the two of you.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

Mark was standing in the doorframe with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, staring at the scene with a blank stare, as if he couldn't believe what his eyes were witnessing at that moment.

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 1 year

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If you're still interested in having more headcannon ideas for quirk Izuku au, maybe have one where Izuku's quirk is similar to AFO's quirk? But he's not biologically related to him?

I AM S O SORRY THAT THIS TOOK ME A GODDAMN MONTH TO GET TO!!! SCHOOL AND MY BRAIN ARE FUCKED! BUT IT’S SPRING BREAK, I GOT NO SLEEP LAST NIGHT, I AM IN A LONG CAR RIDE, AND I BROUGHT MY GODDAMN CHEMISTRY HOMEWORK BECAUSE MY PROFESSOR IS AN EVIL, CONDESCENDING BASTARD, SO LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO-

So, izuku’s quirk is kind of like a mix of Monoma’s and AFO’s, where he can borrow someone’s quirk after a five finger tip activation, but while he’s copying it, they can’t use it. His time limit is 10 minutes per quirk and he can hold up to 20 at a time

Todoroki’s conspiracy theory senses are going crazy

Izuku is so tired

Please help him

He was ostracized and bullied as a kid for having a, “villainous” quirk

See. I’d love to say that he borrowed bakugou’s quirk before the U.A. Entrance exam, but I know he wouldn’t

He does borrow present mic’s though :)

Mic is watching through the screens and sees Voice being used. He is ✨shook✨

AND SO EXCITED TO SEE HOW THIS LITTLE LISTENER IS GOING TO UTILIZE HIS QUIRK

Dude, this quirk would practically be perfect for izuku! He’s so good at quirk analysis and he was so excited when his quirk manifested

He gets to understand and utilize several quirks through the use of his own????? That is so cool!!!!!

Inko was so excited for him! She was so proud of her son’s analysis talent when he was just a 4 year old, and as he grows, it just gets more impressive!

She’s also distressed that most of the world doesn’t see how good izuku is, but she’ll be there for him in any way she can be!

Fuck Aldera middle. All my homies hate Aldera middle

Aizawa is so shook when he first sees izuku using Voice as well though. He’s just, “hizashi, did you have a child you never spoke of???” No, shouta, he did not

It’s even better the first time izuku borrows Aizawa’s quirk

The man is quaking

Okay though, if Monoma were to copy izuku’s quirk, he would be so mad😭 this class A bastard got his quirk just more powerful?! Asshole!

But I also think Monoma, shinsou, and izuku would be naturally protective of one another in this U.A. Due to all the bullying they faced for having “villainous” quirks

The chaos those three would get up to

I love it so much

No, but just,,, the entire izucrew being unhinged is so important to me🥹

Whenever someone is quirkist towards one of them, the others are out for blood. Mainly izuku and Uraraka. I love them so much. They just

IZUKU HAVING FRIENDS WHO LET HIM BORROW THEIR QUIRKS😭😭😭😭

Mic 1000% asks to see his analysis notes

I am of the belief that mic is a quirk theory nerd. This is very important to me and I will not be proven wrong.

Mic being izuku’s mentor? Is this partially because I need dadmic to survive and I project onto izuku? We’ll never know!

But dude, just. He’s so supportive and he canonically has a 5/5 intelligence, and he cares so much, I’m so fyvubjnyfrstgugyg

Imagine all might working with izuku who has this quirk though. He’d be so shook

“Young Midoriya, have you heard of a story of two brothers-“

And izuku 10000% starts talking theories, but no, like he told Shouto and Aizawa-sensei, he is not related to the infamous super villain, please stop asking

Imagine izuku borriwing AFO’s quirk though? Would all the quirks AFO stole go with it or would it be like a clean slate? And if izuku borrowed his quirk and stole someone’s quirk while using it, would he be able to keep them or would it transfer back to AFO when izuku’s quirk ran out of time? I need answers

Toru asks izu to borrow her quirk a few times though! She’s so excited to be able to be seen again! Even only for 20 minutes!

He helps Shouto gain control over his fire as well! And helps Tokoyami with dark shadow!

They’re all such lads 😭

But after he goes pro, izuku helps start the movement to protect and help people with “villainous” quirks, no quirks, and just generally frowned upon

He speaks out on the bullying he faced and so does Monoma! I’d say shinsou does, too, but I think it’s just the unanimous assumption that he’s going underground, but who knows!

Inko is so proud

Mic is so proud

Aizawa is so proud

Nezu is so proud

I’m so proud 😭

Mina and kiri are also big in this and kiri talks about his experiences

Mina, kiri, izuku, and Monoma get permission to have anti-bullying seminars at U.A.

Izuku is super nervous to do public speaking, but Mina, kiri, and, in his own way, Monoma help hype him up

Monoma also needs a slight pep talk, but tries to play it off like he’s doing everyone a favor

He is. You’re doing great, Monoma, ya funky lil shit, I love you so much 😭

Izuku finally having friends after the hell that was Aldera is so important to meeeee

People who stand up for him when bakugou is being an asshole!?!?!? Aaaaaaaa

Izuku’s hero suit would have to be super versatile and mei is so excited to work on it and plan with him

Sorry this is so short, but I hope you liked it!!!!!!!

Thank you so much for the ask, I love this so much! It would be such a good quirk for izuku! Like, his analysis skills would just be turned up times ten because he’d be able to use other people’s quirks and he’s just be able to geek out about it, and he’d be so excited 😭

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wa-royal-tea · 1 year

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Symphony Manor, Holan (8:30am)

*alarm rings*

Alfie: Good morning, cutie.

Catalina: Mhm, morning.

Alfie: Go back to sleep, it’s still early.

Catalina: Nuh-uh. I’ve been sleeping a lot lately.

*light switch clicks*

Alfie: You should be resting a lot, Lina. You’re still recovering from your injuries.

Catalina: I’m fine. You’re overreacting.

Alfie: Am I though?

Catalina: Yes, you are. It’s been two weeks. I feel better now. I can walk too.

Catalina: And I can do more than walk. If you know what I mean.

Alfie: Tempting, but, I don’t want to take the risk of hurting you. So, I’ll keep my hands to myself until I’m sure you’re fine.

Catalina: Urgh, you suck.

Alfie: *chuckles* Stay in bed. I’ll bring breakfast to you.

Catalina: You’re treating me like a child again.

Alfie: This time, for a good reason. I don’t want you to tire yourself out. And the doctors said that it’s going to take a while before you can make a full recovery.

Alfie: Please listen to me, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt again.

Catalina: *groans* Fine.

Alfie: Good girl.

*door opens and closes*

Tweet 1: an INTRUDER AT THE PALACE ?? fr ?? they got into a whole fight with alfie and #trashlina

Reply to tweet 1: they prob tried to put her in her place💀the bitch deserves it

Reply to tweet 1′s reply: stfu stop being a hater

Tweet 2: I feel sorry for the guests that already arrived. Ppl are dying around the world and they wasted their money on a wedding only for it to be postponed.

Tweet 3: LMAOOO THEY CANCELED THEIR WEDDING !!!! move over #trashlina, its marie’s time to shine ✨

Tweet 4: wait? they postponed their wedding? why?

Reply to tweet 4: the palace hasnt said anything … pelik (weird)

Tweet 5: atp i’m anti-monarchy, because what the hell is even going on?

Tweet 6: idc what everyone else says, i’m standing by alfie and lina 😔 nobody deserves what they’re going through

Tweet 7: how much do u guys wanna bet that they’re lying about the intruder? 👁👁

Reply to tweet 7: i saw a tweet from a former staff and they said nothing even happened … let’s put our tin foil hats on 😬

Reply to tweet 7′s reply: korg ckp ni boleh pakai otak tak? (ppl, can we pls think with our heads for 2 seconds?) stop jumping to conclusions you guys annoy the hell out of me.

Tweet 8: The hate she’s getting rn is unfair. Why’d you guys assume the worse of her?

Reply to tweet 8: Are you fcking fr? Did you forget what she did the other day?

Tweet 8′s OP replies: The apology thingy? You’re mad at her for that? I didn’t realize the marie stans are brain dead when it comes to Lina. She was doing the right thing by apologizing for something she didn’t even do. I bet if it was your fav who did this, you’d be praising her to the skies. Be serious.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: What are you doing?

Catalina: N-nothing.

Alfie: Are you reading tweets on twister again? Stop reading those. It’s full of shit.

Catalina: I can’t help it. Last week was supposed to be our wedding day but it got postponed because of me.

Alfie: You didn’t ask for this to happen. And those people don’t know what actually happened. They’re just talking out of their asses right now.

Catalina: *sighs* Whatever. It already happened. Did your mum said anything about the wedding date?

Alfie: She said the wedding has been postponed to next month. The latest it would be is in two.

Catalina: But what are we gonna do until then? Don’t tell me you expect me to be in bed everyday?

Alfie: Mum said she’ll give us a new schedule to make up for the tour. She wants us to do joint engagements to build your reputation again. Right now the people are divided in half when it comes to you.

Catalina: Not surprised.

Alfie: Don’t think too much about it. You have me and the others to support you. And this time, if you did mess up, I will tell you. No sugarcoating. But, I won’t be an asshole about it.

Catalina: I’m a bit scared to hear what you’re going to say but thanks for listening to me.

Alfie: It’s no big deal.

Catalina: Oh, I forgot to ask. Did your mum said anything about my assistant? Since, y’know, Rowena’s not really in the picture anymore?

Alfie: She’s considering Anna to be your permanent assistant. The accusations against her has been dropped because Rowena confessed that she lied.

Catalina: Thank god. I liked Anna. I knew she won’t do it.

Alfie: Yeah. I’m just glad Anna still want to work with us. I heard mum said that she was a student Auntie Athy sponsored back in Cordelia. So she’s trusted.

Catalina: Is she a spellcaster like Lucy too?

Alfie: Nope. She’s a normal human. Like us.

Catalina: Oh, that’s cool. But what happens to Rowena now?

Alfie: She’s still under investigation. Your mama thinks it’s impossible for her to work alone. There must be someone helping her out and they’re trying to pry the answers out from her.

Catalina: Hmm...

*phone rings*

Alfie (to the phone): Hello, mum? Yeah, I’m at home.

Alfie: What? Are you serious?

Alfie: I...I see. Okay, I’ll tell her later. Keep me updated. Bye. Take care too.

Catalina: What was it? Did something happen?

Alfie: It’s Rowena.

Catalina: What’s wrong with her?

Alfie: She’s...she’s dead.

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foreverinadais · 2 years

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Hi could you please please do a HC or a fic or something where the reader has really bad nightmares from trauma and the boys comfort her? Any of the boys or all of them. I just get a lot of really bad nightmares after the things that happened to me and would love someone to calm down when I have them

hello!! thank you so much for requesting, i really hope this provides some comfort and solace ❤️ i tried to do a different approach to each moon boy so there are different levels of comfort, but i hope this helps my love :)

STEVEN:

He wakes up before you most nights

or sometimes he doesn't sleep at all

because he can sense you next to him, the storm brewing inside your dreams; nightmares

he would take them from you in an instant if he could, would let himself endure the pain to release it from you

you knew this

it was happening again

a nightmare.

you were flinching in your sleep, tossing over, sweating

but as soon as you wake, Steven is there

he is always there to pull you out of it slowly, softly, lovingly

"shhh, oh darling, my love, I'm here, 's okay."

and the images are there, plastered in your mind, but so are his whispers, comforting affirmations that cloud your senses with love

he would definitely stroke your face, your head, take you into his arms and rock you in a way which soothed the screaming in your brain

"I'm here, darling, always here, hmm?"

and he would wipe any tears from your eyes

or simply kiss them away

and you would finally come out of the post-nightmare haze

and he wouldn't ask you what the dream was

would just ask if you wanted to talk, and if you said yes, he would listen for hours on end, gaze never faltering

but if you said no, he would offer to talk

and you would nod

and listen as he draws patterns on your back with his hand

telling you stories of anything and everything

making you laugh softly

until you find yourself distracted

"Do you want to try and sleep again, angel? Or we can stay up, and watch that documentary. Or you can choose, anything you want, eh?"

"You must really love me if you're giving me control of the remote."

and he sounds almost offended when he says, "Of course I really love you. Really, truly, with everything I am."

and you smile, a genuine smile

and you would stay there all night, wrapped in each other

watching whatever you want on TV

and relishing in each other's comfort that both of you bring each other

MARC:

so, Marc has been through a lot of trauma episode 5 owes me therapy bills still

sooo I think he would have nightmares, too

he wakes up in a hot sweat, eyes cloudy, scream hitched in his throat

and instantly looks for you in the mess that is the sheets

all it takes is seeing your sleeping frame for him to calm

because seeing you there is the only comfort he needs.

anyway, one night, he’s turning in his sleep, not wanting to drift off in fear

when suddenly, you start shifting

and he notices the change instantly

absolute worry draining through him

he sits up, turning on the lamp beside the bed

about to wake you from your writhing state

when you suddenly shoot up, gasping for air

a thin layer of sweat covering your skin, eyes glassy remembering the residue of you nightmare

Marc reaches out a hand to touch your shoulder, in hopes to offer some comfort

but you flinch, still not out of the subconscious aftermath of the dream

it's haunting.

“Baby?” Marc says, hoping the pet-name will help bring you down from the state your in

and, it does

“Baby, i-it’s Marc, I’m right here.”

you follow his words until your back, back in the place you feel safest

and Marc physically breathes a sigh of relief when your eyes find his, and he see’s your back

“Hey, hey, baby, i’m here.”

“Marc...”

when his hand finds you this time, you melt into him, trying to hold back the emotion as he strokes your back in the perfect way

“Do you want to talk about it?”

he’s almost scared asking, in fear you’ll get more uncomfortable, reject him

but he feels you nod against his shoulder

and his heart breaks when he hears your soft cries

but then, your talking

telling him about the nightmare, what happened and why it happened

and he listens

and then he’s opening up to you

and both of you are crying, completely comfortable in each other to share your past’s.

it’s emotional but beautiful and freeing

i love the idea that you would somehow end up on the floor, sat together below the window

and then, your talking about everything

laughing at past memories- like when they broke Jake’s radio in the limo and blamed it on Steven knowing Jake wouldn’t be mad at Steven

and talking about the future

like getting a pet, moving into a bigger house, what your kids would be called

and you sit like this

until the reflection of the moonlight on the floor morphs into the pink and orange glow of the sunrise

a new day.

and suddenly, neither of you are scared to sleep anymore

because you have each other

your safe.

JAKE:

it’s your first night sharing a bed with him.

there was a lot you were nervous about:

what if he thinks I look weird when I sleep?

what if i kick him?

what if my breath smells weird?

but one what if scared you more than the others

what if I have the nightmare?

night time rolled around quickly

and Jake was already in bed when you come out the bathroom

“Hi.” you mutter softly, as if you hadn’t shared a bed with his alters before, and this was your first time meeting him

to which Jake would offer you a strange look

you don’t go to the bed straight away- the bookshelf is suddenly really interesting

Jake notices, smirks slightly

“Aren’t you gonna come to bed, mi amor?”

oops.

“I’m just...” you falter, sighing, “Nervous.”

“C'mere.” and he pats the space beside him

you do instantly, because his tone is commanding in the perfect way

and as soon as your in reach, he practically pulls you into his arms

a gasp leaving your lips as he playfully squeezes your waist

“You avoiding me?”

you laugh- “no.”

“Good. Now, sleep, amor.”

You smile, nerves easing away as he kisses your lips lovingly, then your forehead as you melt into his warmth

it was going well

too well.

you must’ve scared him with the velocity of the reaction from the nightmare

because he was shaking you awake

you could hear your name being called in the haze of your sleep, but you were trapped there, trapped in the corners of your mind, your memory, your trauma

when you came too, he was in front of you, stroking your face with his hand

“Estoy aqui amor, I’m here, love.”

you are almost embarrassed by your breathing and how much of a mess you must look

then you realise you woke him, meaning you must’ve done something to alert him

“I’m sorry I woke you, did I kick you? Oh my, I’m so sorry, Jake, I’m okay, you can just-”

“Do you want to go on a drive?”

the question takes you off guard

still feeling slightly scared and slightly embarrassed

but, you nod, because Jake looks so serious

you watch as he puts on his shoes, handing you one of his jackets to put on over your night clothes

and he sits you down, putting your shoes on your feet, the action tender and soft

it’s silence as he interlocks your fingers, gently guiding you out of the flat, down the stairs, and to his vehicle

and you stare out the window, looking at the stars and the moon and the darkness, avoiding eye contact in fear he’s mad at you

“So...” his voice breaks the silence

“What happened, angel?”

you sigh because it wasn’t supposed to go like this

“You can talk to me if you want. Or, we can drive in silence until you feel tired enough to try again- if that’s what you want.”

“I just... sometimes, I have these dreams. These, these nightmares.”

and you tell him as he drives around the quiet London streets

opening up to him about everything, finishing by apologising for waking him up

at this, he suddenly pulls over into an empty street

finally turning to face you

“You have nothing to be sorry about, eh? I love you for all that you are, including your scars. And I’ll spend the rest of my time helping you through this in anyway I can, okay, Cariño?”

“Okay.” your voice is small as he reaches over the gearbox to rest his hand on your knee

“Hmm?” he asks teasingly, and you roll your eyes, but feel your heart glow

“Okay.” you say dramatically louder, before adding a serious, “Thank you, Jake, I really love you.”

and he grins, kissing you all over your face, relishing in your smiles, happy to see you happy again

“So, where to next? Anywhere you want, amor, whatever you need.”

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #Moon Knight #moon knight headcanon #moon knight imagine #moon knight fanfic #jake lockely #marc spector #Steven Grant

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widowbitessting · 1 year

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I feel like reader would totally forget to eat/sleep if they got busy with uni work and that just wouldn't fly with the mommies/ or they would be over tired and be disrespectful by accident and be like oh shit afterward 😂

Thanks for the submission @findmeinthestars and sorry it's like 7 months late! <3 I know I've done a couple of these, I just love this trope so much.

You would for sure do this at one point.

Like, you'd be too engrossed with your work that everything else - drinking, eating, talking to your super hot girlfriends, just gets completely forgotten about.

Now, please understand this. You don't do it intentionally.

Not at all.

You just...deadlines happened.

A lot quicker than you anticipated (maybe because you wrote the wrong dates down on your phone, but let's not talk about that).

Which resulted in the sudden long cram session where your basic needs slowly get forgotten.

It started at 5am.

5 fucking am.

6am passes quickly, just like the Trio! as they quickly rush to work; believing your weak promises to eat and drink.

By 7:30am, you have already consumed your fourth cup of coffee and are well on your way to your fifth.

There is no water in sight.

To give yourself some credit, you did try to eat something.

The bread is still waiting in the toaster.

Which means you had every intention to eat.

You just...didn't.

As you went to click the bread down to make it become toast, you remembered some vital research that you didn't do.

Thus your breakfast being forgotten.

By the time the Trio! come home after work, their sweet little baby is still sat in the same spot, typing/writing furiously as you had when they had left work that morning.

It's Natasha who finds you.

Eyes red from exhaustion, body trembling from the excess amount of caffeine consumed.

"Baby girl, have you been working this entire time?"

"Mmm."

"Talk to me. Please tell me you've taken a break. Had some water, something to eat?" Natasha is worried.

Rightfully so.

"Can you just stop talking? I need to focus!"

It isn't until Natasha's face is directly in front of yours that you register the fuck up.

Oh shit.

"I didn't -"

"Talk to me like that again, little girl, and I will have you over my knee faster than you can say sorry. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes."

"Have you eaten or had water today?"

"I've - I've had coffee."

"And?"

"...more coffee."

Your brain is far too exhausted, too fried, to even consider bratty responses.

"Go to the fridge and get something to eat. And a glass of water, now."

"But -"

"Now!"

You do as you're told, exceptionally quickly, and scurry to the fridge to grab the first thing you find.

You then grab a big cup and fill it with water.

When you return, Natasha has moved your things and all but drags you to sit on the sofa with her.

"Carol is going to make us dinner." She tells you. "And Wanda is going to run you a bubble bath. You need to rest, moya milaya veshch'."

"Yes, but --"

You nestle into her side regardless.

It's second nature, whenever you sit beside on of the three women now, to be physically touching them anyway you can.

"You can work later. In an hour...maybe two...just for now, love; just relax."

"I'll -"

"When is your work due, baby girl?"

"End of the weekend," You reply around a mouthful of food, "midnight."

"So you'll rest this evening, do a few more hours of work before bedtime and then tomorrow, work with regular food and water breaks. Understand?"

"Yes, mommy."

Natasha encourages you to take a large drink of water.

"Such a good girl."

#submission #sugar mommies #sugar mommies au #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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Waffles and Kisses

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. han as a dad. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: kisses and fluff, fluff, fluff. did i mention fluff? ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: han x fem!reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: han just wants a kiss... ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 846.

The light shuffling of the covers was enough to make you stir and open your eyes, finding the source of it easily. Your 2 year old daughter, Yeonja, had decided that 5 am was too late for you and Jisung to still be fast asleep. And now she was struggling to climb onto your bed. She had done it many times before, so she would find a way in the next minute or so.

You glanced over at Jisung who was still fast asleep. “Yeonja will wake him up in 2 minutes anyway.” Your brain told you as you sat up and checked your phone, Yeonja finally finding a way up.

You smiled at her, watching as she went straight to Jisung as usual. Such a daddy’s girl. Yeonja found waking Jisung up a very fun task. And you loved seeing his face light up when she was the first person he saw in the morning. So it was a win for everyone.

Except maybe Jisung who wanted more sleep most days.

She stared at his sleeping face before reaching out her hand and poking his cheek. You stifled a laugh, having trouble deciding which was cuter, your daughter or your husband.

“Princess, give me 5 more minutes.” he said groggily, finding her arm expertly with his eyes closed. He picked her up like she was the lightest thing in the world and hugged her to his chest. This erupted a fit of giggles from her, and then some from Jisung as well.

You decided that making breakfast for your two babies would be the best thing to do, and attempted to get up as well.

“Babyyyy… Don’t leave me!” Jisung whined, giving you a pouty face. You scoffed but a smile crept on your face nonetheless.

“You have Yeonja-” You stood up but he pulled you back down.

“Please?”

“Please??” Yeonja chimed in as well, following her father’s lead without fail.

“Aish you two… Give me a break-”

“I love you.” Jisung said quickly, smiling at you.

“I love you too… which is why I’m going to go make you breakfast.”

Jisung sighed, knowing there was no winning this battle given how stubborn you were.

“Pancakes or waffles?”

“WAFFLES!” Yeonja shouted out, jumping up and down before Jisung grabbed her and hugged her again, stopping the energetic 2-year-old habits she had developed.

“Waffles it is.” You patted Yeonja’s head and kissed her cheek.

“None for me?” Jisung complained.

“Yeonja is right there.” You glared at him and walked off, first to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and then downstairs to make breakfast.

Jisung looked down at Yeonja before giggling, “Your mother is sooooo stubborn. She wouldn’t even give me a kiss.” He pouted again.

Yeonja smiled widely, “Waffles?”

Jisung laughed, “Right. Let’s go downstairs and get those waffles… and my kiss.”

He picked up Yeonja effortlessly and carried her back to her room to pick out an outfit for the day. Styling her was one of his favourite parts of the morning.

She ended up in dusty pink overalls with a white shirt underneath.

“Want the bow?” Jisung offered, holding up a pink bow to match. Yeonja grabbed it from him and put the headband on her head.

“You don’t even need me anymore. Look at you, all grown up.” He approved fondly, eliciting giggles from her.

Once they were both dressed and had their teeth brushed, Jisung carried her downstairs. You stood at the counter mixing the batter together, in an olive green dress that Jisung just loved on you.

“Can we make strawberry sauce?” Yeonja asked immediately.

“Mhm. The strawberries are in the freezer.” You instructed, pouring the first bit of batter into the waffle iron to be turned into the hot, crispy, delicious breakfast food.

While you finished with the waffles, Yeonja “helped” Jisung with the strawberry sauce, and in the next 10 minutes, breakfast was ready.

Jisung pulled out the chair for Yeonja, as recently she was insisting she was a big girl that didn’t need a highchair anymore. Once she had gotten her waffles with strawberry sauce and maple syrup, she was content… and distracted.

“Now can I get my kiss?” Jisung leaned over and whispered.

You ignored him, drinking some of your water instead, but you could feel him staring at you. You blushed under his gaze. Despite being with him for 4 years already, he still knew how to make you flustered.

“Fine.” You turned to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. His hand went to cup the back of your neck, bringing you closer.

But the kiss didn’t last longer than 10 seconds. You were overly conscious of Yeonja’s presence.

You pulled back and went back to eating.

“You look so good in this dress, you know?” Jisung smiled, admiring you.

“Yeah?”

“I love it.”

“Shut up.” You giggled. “Yeonja looks cute in that outfit.”

“She picked the bow herself. Didn’t you, princess?”

Yeonja smiled cutely, her cheeks resembling her father’s in the most adorable way.

You were so lucky to have them both.

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narvaldetierra · 10 months

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Sleep is overrated

Summary: Tasha is concerned that Patterson hasn't slept for the past three days. AKA Three nights Patterson didn't sleep and the one she did.

Tags: Established Relationship. Self Sleep Deprivation. Mention of Visual Hallucination. Do not try this at home. Words: 3486 A/N: I came up with this idea a long time ago, after watching episode 3x20 when Reade sends everybody home except for Patterson. And we already saw that Kurt had to tell her to go back to her apartment to rest, so here I am. But this story is settled somewhere in season 3, before the dragonfly tattoo and after they caught Hirst. Acknowledgments: I want to take this space to thank @nachosncheeze for being my beta reader in this work and helping me to improve the translation. Without you, this wouldn't be as beautiful as it is. So thank you 💖

Like every software engineer, Patterson knew two basic truths: coffee is needed to exist and sleep is overrated. She could spend entire nights awake and working, she had done it before and those had turned out to be very productive nights. Like those nights working on her science projects in middle school, or like when it was exam season at college. She had done it for this job before too, especially since Jane had appeared in that bag in the middle of Times Square.

It wasn't something that bothered her. In fact, she really enjoyed working at night, when the lab was almost empty and silence reigned. It was much easier to concentrate that way, with no one rushing her, yelling to type faster on a code she was making up on the spot, in an unprecedented, tense situation. Patterson loved her team, they were her family and she would do anything for them, but when they yelled over her shoulder telling her how to do her work, she wished they would leave.

Thus she wanted to use the silence of the night for better concentration. She could feel the pressure coming from Reade to find Roman's location and couldn't blame him, several weeks had passed since the team had gotten back together and so far they had only done what Roman wanted them to do: racing after every tattoo, like donkeys chasing a carrot. That needed to stop. She needed to find something that would at least help them understand Roman's full plan.

As time went by, she took one and two, and three coffees. She walked around the lab to make sure to keep her circulatory system active and thus ensure that her brain was well-oxygenated and kept her alert. "Come on! You can do it!" she said to herself gesticulating with her hands in the air, "You were part of the three blind mice, you are not hacking illegally again, but you can find something that lead to Roman! You've done this too long to give up." She let out a sigh, grateful that no one had been present to hear her talking to herself, then went back to the search as if nothing had happened.

When it was 5 am she decided to take a shower before the day shift agents arrived, she was sure it would clear her head. And she wasn't wrong at all. Before getting out of the shower, she turned off the hot water so that only cold, icy water would come out to wake her. It was a trick she had learned in college: the ice water in contact with the skin works as a shock to the body, which, under such stress, increases the heart rate, thus increasing blood circulation and releasing adrenaline. In that precise instant, her mind went blank and that's when she realized how to decode a specific tattoo.

After a new day of work, the team had solved another tattoo. They should have been pleased to have done it in record time, but they weren't closer to catching Roman or Crawford. Patterson was beginning to feel frustrated, like when she found a puzzle that couldn't solve and spent days obsessing over a solution.

That's why she decided to spend another night in the lab, working in that beautiful silence, which had proved to be quite useful. She was sure it could be again, after a very much-needed coffee. A few hours ago she still had that false extra energy caused by the excess dopamine. Now that feeling had faded away and she felt so cold.

She wasn't planning to stay the whole night, just enough to get a lead. However, when she walked into the lab with her steaming mug, her smile faded away when she saw that Rich was also there.

"Oh! Patty Cakes! Welcome to the night shift. What brings you here?" he asked in his characteristic playful mood.

"What are you doing here Rich?"

"Ah, ah, ah… I asked first."

Patterson rolled her eyes and put the mug down on a table near the terminal she decided to work on. "I wanted to advance some work."

"Oh? Yeah… me too. That's what I was doing here… by no means did I forget to do that absurdly boring paperwork they ask for after every mission. I keep those things up to date. Apparently, it's a big deal. Did you know that?"

"Rich, how long has it been since you submitted your paperwork?"

"Maybe two or three–"

"Days?"

"Weeks."

"Rich!"

"I know, I know. That's why I'm here this late. Jeez! You don't have to give me a lecture about it."

"I– I wasn't– ugh," she didn't care enough to say anything else about it.

For the next five minutes, they remained silent, each one concentrating on their stuff. Until Rich's ADHD appeared.

"Do you mind if I play music?" he asked and, without really waiting for an answer, he pressed play. He didn't really care, he needed the background noise, plus it would make the tedious task of paperwork more entertaining.

"No, I guess–" she covered a yawn that interrupted her, "I guess it's ok," she looked away from the screen for just a second and went back to what she was doing.

The playlist was something without any kind of coherence, the most diverse songs were playing, going from a soft melody to an energetic song that sounded too loud for a workspace. There were just the two of them in the lab, and neither of them should have been in there that late. She was already tired, so Patterson tried not to pay attention and kept working.

"I'm hungry. Have you had dinner yet?" Rich asked after a couple of minutes.

"Not yet," Patterson replied without even looking up, focused on what she was doing.

"Shall we order pizza?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Oh, wait, I already ate pizza this week," he thought about it for a minute, then he just shrugged "I don't care, I like pizza. Do you want me to order?"

"Rich, I’m trying to concentrate here."

“Sorry, I won’t interrupt you anymore. Just– tell me what kind of pizza you like.” Patterson stared at him in silence, wanting him quiet for once. “Or don’t. Doesn’t matter. I’ll order you a cheese one, everyone likes cheese, or they should.”

Music kept playing, and they went back to work. For a few more minutes Patterson was able to work quietly, although she had a feeling that this was going to be a long, long night with Rich. When her coffee was empty, she looked for a blanket scarf to wear. She had just returned to her terminal when Rich arrived with a few boxes of pizza.

"Dinner is here!"

That was when Patterson understood that she had two options: go back to her apartment or stay the whole night there, dealing with Rich. As tempting as the idea of going to bed was, she couldn't give up so soon. So she stayed, grateful to have more than one change of clothes in her locker.

That day wasn't as exciting as the previous one, but they were able to get some encrypted files that could be of interest in Crawford's case. Thus, the team had a status meeting at the end of the day.

"Patterson, how long do you think it will take you to decode those files?" Reade asked.

"I'm not sure, looks like complex encryption. Maybe a few hours… or maybe all night."

"Alright, get on with it. The rest of you, go home to rest." Then Reade left the lab. He still had paperwork to finish before going home.

Jane and Kurt left as well, talking about dinner. After a long day, they all were tired and, unaware of Patterson's situation, they just wished her a quiet night, so she could solve it quickly enough. One by one, the lab technicians left too, until there was just Patterson and Tasha, who refused to leave her alone.

"It's ok, you don't have to stay, you can go home," Patterson said as she kept typing.

"Perhaps I can't exactly be helpful, but I can keep you company. Besides, you still need to eat and it has been several days since we had dinner together."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's been a long week, with so much work–"

"You don't need to apologize, just pick something to order for dinner."

"Right now, I could use a coffee," Patterson said and covered a yawn with her right hand. She was exhausted and had no idea where she was getting enough energy to keep working.

"Dinner first, coffee later. And don't you dare to say Go-Gurt."

"Fine," she reluctantly agreed, but when she reached out to take the menu Tasha was offering, her hand-eye coordination failed. She thought she was grabbing the menu, but her hand closed right next to it, in the air. Patterson ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip nervously and hurriedly grabbed the menu, pretending that nothing had happened, but it wasn't enough to fool Tasha.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" she turned and took a few casual steps as she looked at the menu.

"Wait– Patterson how long have you not slept?"

"So, do you prefer Chinese or Thai?" She attempted to change the conversation and picked up her phone, pretending to look for more options to eat.

"Patterson! You promised you wouldn't do that anymore!"

"I'm ok, it's nothing I can't handle. Besides, you all need me here at the lab."

"But we need you healthy, rested, lucid."

"I know, I know. It's just– one thing led to another." Those were very poor excuses, she wasn't even trying, was too tired for that. "Look, I'll finish this thing Reade asked me to do, and then I'll go to sleep, ok?"

"You should go to sleep right now."

"Tash, I mean it, I don't want to argue about it now. We can eat dinner together or we can talk about my sleep schedules, but we can't do both, I need to finish this."

Tasha remained silent for a moment, watching her, unable to believe what she was hearing. "I prefer Indian." She decided that it wasn't the moment to have that conversation, but it wouldn't be something she'd let go of that easily.

"Thanks," was all Patterson had to say. Then she ordered the food and went back to her computer to continue typing.

The next few minutes were spent in silence. Words were only exchanged when Patterson reached an impasse and had to find a new approach to get better results, and only turned away from the screen when Tasha returned with their food.

They ate the first few bites quietly until Tasha said "This isn't urgent enough to go without sleep for–" she realized she didn't know - "I don't even want to know how long."

"What if it is?" she hurried to swallow the food to answer, "What if by not decoding this in time, we miss the opportunity to prevent something bad from happening?"

"Is that what kept you awake?"

"No! Yes. Maybe– I don't know! I just know that what we do here is important, there is no space for mistakes."

"That's why you should sleep. You have a giant team of people trained to get the job done, to help you, and complete the tasks while you rest. You need to trust in them."

"I do!"

"Then learn to delegate." Tasha let out a sigh and set the food aside. She approached Patterson and took her hands in hers. "Honey, I'm not looking for a fight, I just want you to take better care of yourself, and have regular periods of sleep so that you can continue doing what you love to do."

"I know…" she admitted.

"I won't insist anymore this time, let's have dinner in peace, finish with the task assigned to you and I'll take you home to rest. But promise, truly and sincerely, that you will not do it again."

"I promise." A soft smile appeared on Patterson's lips and she moved closer to kiss her.

"Now… could you tell me how many nights you spent here? I promise I won't get mad."

"Hmm…" she hesitated for a moment, and in a barely audible voice said, "This is the third one."

Tasha had to make a great effort to restrain herself from saying anything about it, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, "Can I try some of your food?" she asked with a smile. Then she preferred to change the conversation to keep her promise.

The rest of the night Tasha focused on helping Patterson in any way she could. She wasn't an expert in coding and she knew little about encryption, but she had some basic knowledge, so she could at least take care of minor tasks. As the hours went by Tasha noticed that the blonde's yawns became more frequent, she even saw her nodding off on one or two occasions. The brunette had to hold back to keep her promise and let Patterson finish the job before taking her home to rest.

By the time the team arrived at the lab, Patterson and Tasha were a continuous yawning machine, although they managed to disguise them quite successfully. In their hands was the third cup of coffee of the day, which no longer seemed to have enough effect on Patterson. The blond felt just as tired but with rapid heartbeats due to the caffeine.

Patterson explained, without much interest, how they were able to decode the files. Then she gave them some coordinates from three places related to the new tattoos on Jane's body.

The team departed with a clear mission, leaving Patterson and Rich. They would assist the team remotely, as they always did, providing additional information about the sites they had been sent.

Stepping out into the hallway, Tasha let Jane and Weller go ahead and took Reade aside so they could talk alone.

“You need to send Patterson home,” she said seriously, steering right into his eyes.

“What? The day is just beginning, we need her here.”

“No. Reade. You NEED to send Patterson home.” She emphasized each word individually to make it clear how serious she was about it. “I know how much we need her, as much as I know you haven't slept well these past days. But Patterson has been awake for four days now.”

“That's not true, she–”

“She won't say anything because she is a workaholic and is determined to find something that gives us the advantage we need. You won't notice it on her face either because she does magic with her makeup. Still, you have to do something about it.” Both were silent for a moment. Tasha took a deep breath and got closer to him. Softening her voice, she added, “Look, I know you hate being compared with Weller but, when he was in charge, he learned the hard way that he had to watch over Patterson's rest periods. Because when she gets obsessed with something, she forgets about anything else. Even eating and sleep become irrelevant for her.”

Reade stared at her, pondering her words. He knew Patterson used to get obsessed over work, but he hadn't really thought it was that big of a deal. He look at Patterson through the window in the lab door, she was writing some numbers on a glass board. Then he felt bad for ordering her to stay the night to work, though he had no regrets if that had brought them any closer to Roman.

“Listen, you don't have to send her home right now. But unless you want her to collapse in the middle of the lab, you'll do it as soon as her speech becomes erratic or her hands have a tremor.”

“Ok, I'll keep an eye over her,” he finally agreed. Noticing that Tasha was not pleased he added, “I'll be sure to send her home to rest. And then she'll have two days off.”

With a soft nod and a smile, Tasha thanked her friend for taking her words. He was the boss and call the shots, but she would take care of Patterson, especially when the blond didn't do it herself. Then she left to find Weller and Jane.

The hours seemed to pass slower than any other day. By noon, Patterson could have sworn it was already 7 pm. She couldn't drink any more coffee, she wasn't hungry either. Everything she tried to do, took her double of time. She was cranky too.

Rich intercepted Tasha as soon as she got to the lab.

"I think something is wrong with Pattycakes."

"What? What happened?" She looked over, worried. Patterson was talking to Afreen.

"She's been a little moody. Not that I complain about it, it was a little fun. But I noticed her hands shaking too. Her handwriting is unreadable today."

"I'll take care of it."

"Is she on drugs?"

"What? Of course not!" She approached Rich to get a confident talk, "Look, she hadn't slept well. Reade is aware of this, there's no need for the lab team to know it too. Ok? You'll have to be in charge for the rest of the day."

Rich's eyes had a sparkle in them that terrified Tasha, but she was sure the team could handle anything he did.

"Hi honey," Tasha said approaching Patterson, "I think it's time."

"Oh, hi. Time for what?"

"To go home."

“I'm fine, you don't have to worry, ok?”

"I know you think that you are, but I've seen you like this before. I still remember when you collapsed from trying to stop Sandstorm too.”

“Well, that wasn't because of a lack of sleep, I had a radiotransm–”

“You hadn't even eaten that time,” Tasha insisted. She was sure that Patterson's collapse hadn't been only because of that transmitter. But that wasn't important now. “You are a super genius, but you still need to sleep. So take your stuff, we're leaving.”

Patterson didn't have the energy to keep arguing with Tasha and, although she might never tell her, deep down she liked that she cared for her that much. She left what she was doing in Afreen's hands, grabbed her things, and followed Tasha down the halls.

While they waited for the elevator, Tasha saw Reade in his office and just with signs, she told him that she was leaving with Patterson, as they had agreed earlier.

During the short car ride, the little energy that remained in Patterson's body faded away. It took her a lot of concentration to keep her eyes open. Her yawning became uncontrollable. Patterson's body seemed heavier but her mind couldn't rest yet. Somehow she kept seeing Jane's luminescent tattoos floating in the air around her. She had read about hallucinations caused by sleep deprivation before, but it felt weird to experience them.

“You can take a nap if you want. I'll wake you when we get there.”

The blonde shook her head and turned her gaze away following a floating tattoo with the shape of a flaming rose. Patterson's mind, obsessed with solving puzzles, made a series of theories about the reasons why her subconscious bring up that particular tattoo. But before she was capable to make any logical conclusion, they arrived at Tasha's apartment.

After a failed attempt to get out of the car, Tasha hurried to help Patterson to stand up. It was clear that her coordination was failing. She was sleep-drunk enough that climbing a stairway became a challenge. Tasha was sure she had managed to get Patterson to her apartment, just in the nick of time to prevent her from collapsing.

“I'll find you something more comfortable so you can rest better," Tasha offered when they got to the bedroom. She sat Patterson on the bed and made sure she was safe before leaving for the dressing room.

The blonde leaned back, lying crosswise in the middle of the bed. Her feet were still on the ground. She hadn't even taken off her boots. Resting her back on a soft, cushioned surface seemed like a divine pleasure. Patterson hadn't realized how much her body needed to rest until she did.

Tasha returned with a gray T-shirt and plaid pants for Patterson, only to find her deeply asleep. She shook her head, sighing in resignation. Then she took off Patterson's boots and changed out of her pants for the pajamas. She placed the blond on the bed with her head against the pillow and covered her with a blanket. Tasha closed the curtains to create a better resting environment. Finally, after changing her clothes, she lay down next to Patterson. Tasha hugged her, becoming the big spoon, and stroked her hair until she also fell asleep.

(Read it on AO3 too)

#patterson #tasha zapata #edgar reade #jane doe #kurt weller #rich dotcom #blindspot fanfic #zapatterson fic #3 + 1 #blindspot #sleep is important. do no try this at home #this had been in my drafts since 2021!!#william patterson #zapatterson

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hyperbolicgrinch · 9 days

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Im baaaaack 😈 Turnabouts fair play babe! Let's goooo !

1, 5 11, 12, 16, 22, 27, 29

🩷❤️💛❤️🩷

(don't ever stop!!!!!! ilysm!!! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)) (i did this instead of crying so forgive me for the mess?? 💓)

1. the last sentence you wrote -

woe, paragraph be upon you instead because that sentence alone would kinda be nothing???:

The waves are singing against the Sunny and the weather is kind. The crew lingers, their own ways to spend the day drifting on the breeze. The world won't go still, but it does, mercifully, slow down. His laughter trails off into deep, even breaths as he falls into a dream larger than you could ever know.

(messy messy messy but the zolu came upon me in the early hours and it had to go somewhere. 🤡) (ignore the second person, sometimes i have to start fics with it and then switch everything to third person later when i have a grip on it. i do not know why. 👐)

5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP -

whelp, just have the whole paragraph again cause might be more mid otherwise, asdsfh:

There was another universe where, instead, Law gave in and headbutted him. Sent Eustass stumbling back, wiping the blood from his nose as he straightened from his recoil. Where they made eye contact as Eustass summoned whatever metals lay around the port and Law finally unleashed everything crushed inside his ribcage. Where they fought each other like they were taking down Emperors. Where their crews wasted themselves to get them free of each other.

(i don't know how I feel about it but hey, it's a wip for a reasonnnn. we edit for a reasonnnn. 🙈)

11. a WIP you’d like to finish someday -

not fanfic, although i have many of them i wish could see the world, but i'd love to finish my werewolves in space wip. it rattles around in my brain constantly and the actors my mind cast for the main roles are inspiration alone. i am easily spooked by my original works tho so god only knows if it'll ever be seen. 🥲

12. a trope you’re really into right now -

finding each other in every life (whether familial or platonic or romantic or anything else). it helps me sleep at night. 🥺

16. favorite place to write -

in my bed, just before going to sleep, with something chill on the tv. the words flow better there. it's peaceful. 😌

22. do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that? -

yeah. but also no, not really. by the time i'm in a position to be worrying about that, i've put so much effort and time into the thing that my delight at posting it, shuts off most of the bad what-ifs. i've been real lucky and only ever had nice experiences so far too. if i do worry about it before getting there tho, i hit up my sister or my other hype men and let them distract me from it with their biased povs. 😂

27. your favorite part of the writing process -

just the writing and editing in general, i guess. like when everything is starting to sing and you can add details and hidden gems. when you have a hole and you suddenly know how to fill it. matching words together that compliment each other and let the sentence paint the picture in a fun way. when the ideas elaborate on themselves and i just have to be the bricklayer. it's just really pleasing and calming when a piece starts coming together and you are running down that hill with all the momentum. 💪

29. how easy is it for you to come up with titles? -

90% of the time? too easily. i normally have a title idea before i start writing or just after. or there's something i wrote and when i am reading through later & i see it, i go: "👀 free title real estate mayhaps? 👉👈". at the moment i have like two to three titles for all my fics and works in progress and could come up with more without being threatened. 😂 i'm going to have such a hard time of it when i have to decide. 🫠

thank you for sending me some bangbang!! 💕💕 i'll try to get to the other ask soon. 🫶

#asked and answered #mooties ♡#peanut 🥜💞#from the dark pit #oh my words #i have not had much sleep so this is possibly the only time i would share my writing like this without screaming snd shrieking and crying #qgagsghajaj i thrup about it later but don'tworry #i am so out of it all my capitals disappeared uwu

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