#Also flannel pajamas because lol

[sea-you-in-paradise]

☽ ⛧  a r m i n   a r l e r t ‘ s   s l e e p i n g   h a b i t s  ⛧ ☾

summary - a *painstaking* list of every (sfw :/) sleep-related armin thought

word count - 1.954

setting - canonverse implied, but can be applicable to modern au

features - armin :)))

genderneutral!reader (implied established relationship)

warnings - implied nsfw

note: here is a link to the nsfw part 2 (MDNI!)

before he goes to sleep, armin utilizes every waking minute to the fullest extent. 

- if he’s coming up with a plan of some sort, he will not sleep until he’s gone through every possible outcome he can think of

- spends time getting ahead of future work so he can never get behind

- sometimes he will get really lost in his books (obviously)

- most of the time, he pushes himself to stay awake far past the limit of what is considered “normal”

he’s trying to tire himself out enough to avoid nightmares

- he can go about 50 hours without napping, but tries to sleep before that (at least in small intervals) because he jokes that he can feel his brain cells dying. if he’s up for this long, it’s usually because he’s in the field/in charge of something that will effect a lot of people

- his naps are long enough to recharge a bit, but not normally long enough for more than 1 REM cycle

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*however* when he actually sleeps (and i mean like a real sleep. all it takes is a semi-comfortable bed/couch and no responsibilities until 10:00 the next day), armin sleeps.

- the minute this man’s eyes shut for the evening, good luck getting them to open again. needless to say, he’s a heavy sleeper

- despite refusing to admit how tired he is while he’s awake, once he’s under a comforter it would take a fucking fire to get him to stand up again

- an unburdened armin needs a minimum of 10 hours, but ideally 15 (ofc, if he were to actually sleep that much more than twice a month, he would freak out and feel like he’s missing his life)

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- he likes to wear either flannel or cotton pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt, and he likes it when you borrow each other’s clothes to wear to bed, especially when you’re apart (either to wear or just to have for the smell lol)

- if you go to bed at the same time and you have some sort of skincare routine, he really likes to watch and learn about what all the products do. bonus points if you do his skincare too. sometimes he’d probably keep you company while you do this even if he’s not going to sleep yet

- he’s really meticulous about brushing his teeth for a long time (canonverse specific, iykyk ;-;)

- if it’s up to him, he prefers bedding he can sink into. cushy mattress and either a duvet or comforter with a really plush blanket in case he gets chilly (he will get chilly. he is always cold. he sleeps in socks)

- he likes a pretty firm pillow tho because neck support > sleeping on a cloud

- right side of the bed is his preference, but he would give it up in a heartbeat for you

- sleeping position varies. usually he sleeps on his side, but he also sleeps on his back sometimes bc he has back pain and he doesn’t want to strain it more :( 

- if he’s alone he sleeps facing towards the door bc he’s anxious. if you’re there, he likes it when you face each other or if one of you rests their head on the other’s chest

- if you move away from him, he will notice because he’ll get cold and he’ll move towards you again

- he doesn’t snore or breathe heavily, but he occasionally does the thing where he has little gasps or sharp inhales

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- he does what he can to prevent dreaming, but it still happens sometimes

- if he has nightmares it usually comes with night sweats and crying in his sleep. he doesn’t move a lot tho and he doesn’t wake you up on purpose. when he wakes up, it’s not some big jolt. his eyes shoot open and he takes in his bearings before getting up to change his clothes and get some water. when he comes back, he’s careful to get into bed really softly and then he’ll hold you as you sleep. if you wake up, please hold him back and run your fingers through his hair :(

- his nightmares are usually anxiety/regret/remorse related. he’ll talk about them after they happen sometimes and cry a little bit if you’re awake and he feels like it, but he doesn’t like to talk about them in the morning

- most nights he’s too tired to dream tho, so it’s okay ;-; no it’s not, he just says that

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- armin is not a morning person.

- as a matter of fact, if he gets less than his 10 hours, he is a certified grump. and he is so embarrassed about it

- he does everything he can to prevent it. like going to bed early if he can make himself or budgeting time into his schedule to stay in bed for longer, but he cannot stop the inevitable- if anyone, including you, tries to make him get up, he is a little bitch. 

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the morning of a day off/day with few responsibilities might go something like this:

- armin goes through three stages once he’s been woken up: pouting, bargaining, and complete loss of filter. he will go through a version of these stages whether he is forcing himself to wake up, is woken up by a friend, or by you. as his partner, it’s usually you who is subject to this trio of events, even if you’re the gentlest, most loving person in the world

- if you must wake him up, he likes it when you stroke his arm/back and whisper softly. it takes some time, but he’ll eventually make a whiny noise and move around a little (if this isn’t your style, a more take-no-shit approach will be briefly detailed later)

- the pouting stage is exactly what it sounds like and it will be the shortest of the three. he’ll pull his covers a lot tighter and turn on his stomach so he can block the light easier and in the prettiest voice bc it’s all pouty, but also raspy from sleep, he’ll say something like, “baby, it’s so early, i don’t think it’s time yet.”

- then, when he’s more aware of the situation, he’ll turn to you and choose one of three options: a) he’ll ask for ten more minutes and promise not to complain when you wake him up again (lies). b) he’ll ask you for cuddles until he’s more awake. if you agree, it absolutely will not wake him up more, he will drift off again even if you’re talking to him. if you agree and you don’t have anything super important going on soon, he will try to make you fall back asleep too so he has an even better excuse for not showing up. c) he will attempt to seduce you. this sometimes follows option b (see note above for link to the nsfw hcs for more on this one)

- if you survive the bargaining stage and armin realizes that you’re not giving up, he will put on his grump face. it’s a cross between a pout and a glare, and it is rather amusing

- BUT unless you want him to be mean (and not in a fun hot way), do not make fun of him for the face. if you do, you’re going to realize that armin’s observation skills really do come in clutch and you’re going to start wondering about all of the things you do around him without noticing

- it would be like : “it’s so funny when you make that face” and then he fake smiles and in a totally innocent voice says something like, “aww, i’m sure it’s not as funny as you having broccoli in your teeth at dinner last night! It was in there like all night. sorry i didn’t tell you, it was just so funny.”

- he definitely apologizes for this later and most of the time assures you that he wasn’t being serious, but sometimes he is being serious. and the worst part is that you’ll never know all the embarrassing things he’s noticed you doing that he just doesn’t say anything about

- if you don’t make fun of the face though, you will stumble across a prime opportunity

- as someone who likes to lie in bed for a bit (forever) after waking up, armin will probably fall back asleep if he’s not doing something. so what better way to make sure he wakes up than to gossip with him?! with no filter, armin will say what he is honestly thinking about the people around him, and more often than not, he has some strong opinions

- tbh it’s just shit talking floch most of the time and he tells you what he finds annoying about everyone in the friend group (jean gets on his nerves the most)

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- if you’re the kind of person who will not baby him, mad respect to you. it would go more like this

- if you wake him up abruptly, he will be very surprised every single time. normally, he would find you’re assertive tendencies hot. this is not one of those times. assuming you leave immediately after waking him, armin will run through his stages on his own. he will fall asleep in either the pouting or bargaining stage. then stage 3 will be taken out on you when he finally pulls himself out of bed. he will go find you and be snarky, no gossiping, only sass. it is unbecoming, but also hilarious

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- regardless of how things play out, when armin finally “gains consciousness,” he is usually a bit mortified. he knows it was so nice of you to wake him up and he feels so bad for being grumpy (and for being so candid about his thoughts on Jean’s unrequited love), but his brain is always working overtime and sometimes there are some really positive benefits to his morning alter ego. the selfish parts of him don’t really feel like giving it up, especially if you don’t mind. that being said, he only apologizes for behavior he intends to change, so if this sort of morning routine is okay with you, he doesn’t really have anything to say sorry for. he’s so grateful that you have so much patience and love for him and he’s glad that there’s someone who is willing to help him stay punctual <333

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- once in a blue moon on these days off, armin wakes up before you (he’s well rested sometimes???) and if that happens he will move closer to you and wrap his arms around you

- if you have long enough hair he will brush it off your forehead. tuck it behind your ears, fix your bonnet, move your braid(s)/ponytail to a more comfy position (etc). he just likes being tentative 

- MORNING FOREHEAD KISSES AJDFADJFLDFEW

- even if he is awake, he will do everything in his power to stay in bed with you for as long as humanly possible

- on days when he has actual responsibilities, armin is pretty good about being punctual, but he will still stay in bed as long as humanly possible and go through a shortened version of his routine. he’s good about being places on time, but it doesn’t mean he is in a good mood

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- and finally, despite everything, he doesn’t drink caffeine in the morning. he is a firm believer that a cold glass of water will wake him up faster. since he doesn’t eat much for breakfast, he doesn’t want to get jittery

#grumpy pouty slightly manipulative armin who wants to spend all day in bed with me will forever live rent free in my mind #yes jean gets on his nerves but dw he loves him sm jearmin rise #but jearmin cant rise too much bc i want him pls #if you read all this you get a gold star #what a fucking anthology #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert headcanons #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert #armin arlet #armin x reader #aot headcanon #armin arlert angst #armin arlert fluff

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Try Me

part 3

part 1, part 2

minors dni pls!! 🔞 (I will find you)

I wrote this because I'm having writers block and I don't feel like working on my Abby fic rn lol. I also have been bed ridden with a weird cold so there's that. There's barely any plot here it's literally just porn.

content warnings: Dealer! Ellie (sort of), teasing, dom! Ellie, Sub! reader, Fem! reader, Fingering (r! receiving), dirty talk, mentions of drugs, and as always no use of y/n

word count: 1.6k

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So you’re back. Staring at the number “400”. The three brass digits you know all too well nailed on the chipped, rust colored door. It’s been about a week since your last interaction. The interaction that you can’t think about without your cheeks turning bright red. The interaction that had you hands down your lace panties every night since then, biting your lips, barely able to contain your moans. God, you needed her so bad. 

This time you weren’t sure why you were here. She just kind of asked you to come over text. The words “come over.” lighting up on your phone screen under her name. It’s embarrassing how quickly you agreed with no questions asked. I mean after what she did for you last time, she could ask you to eat dirt and you’d do it willingly. 

You finally knock twice and patiently wait for the door to open. You hear footsteps approaching and the door swings open to reveal Ellie. She was in her usual skinny jeans and tank top, but no flannel. Her toned muscles and tattoo are perfectly on display. Your mouth becomes dry and you have to swallow before speaking.

“Hi.” 

“Hey.” She’s smiling, looking you up and down. You're wearing your usual pajama shorts and sweatshirt, but this time you took extra care to put on a matching bra and pantie set, just in case. It was desperate and weird, but the payoff could be worth it. 

Ellie was looking at you with this intimidating hunger that almost made you want to put on a second sweatshirt. You smile back at her and she turns to her side to let you in. You start to make your way towards the couch again when Ellie grabs your wrist and tugs you towards her. You stumble right into her chest and look up at her green eyes. Her hair was messily framing her face and you could make out the freckles dotting her nose. She was breathing a bit heavy, you could feel her chest heaving against yours. 

“God I missed you.” She doesn’t give you time for a response before she lightly grabs your jaw and kisses you. Hard. Her lips are so soft and warm and inviting you melt into her, unable to control your body’s reaction. She pulls away still breathing heavily and looks deep into your eyes with that same hunger. 

“Bedroom.” You just nod in response, that kiss rendering you momentarily speechless. She makes her way to what you had assumed was the bedroom holding your hand to guide you. 

“We can smoke later, but this needs to happen now before I lose my mind and end up accidentally ripping your pretty clothes.” You feel the wetness between your legs grow at her comment. 

“Well I’m glad you aren’t planning on destroying my clothes. They’re the only ones I brought.” You smile a little. 

Ellie sits down on the bed and grabs your hips so you're standing between her spread legs. She runs her hands down from your hips to your thighs and says “That just makes me want to destroy them more.” She looks up at you and smirks. 

She runs her fingers along the hem of your shorts and slowly moves them down. Her warm hands tickle your skin as she tugs your pajamas downwards. She lets the shorts pool at your feet and takes a moment to stare at your lace underwear. She places a few kisses along the waistband gently and then looks back up at you. Her warm hands are lightly gripping your hips, keeping you steady.  She runs her hands along the hem of the sweatshirt and says “Take this off for me princess.” 

You obey and tug the sweatshirt up over your head and discard it on the floor. Ellie looks you up and down with surprise and an increased desire to rip your clothing. 

“You dressed up all pretty for me?” She smirks and even as she’s sitting below you she intimidates you. 

“Maybe.” You breathe out now a bit embarrassed. 

“Admit it.You were craving this again from the moment you left.” She says with an evil smile. “You’ve stuffed your cute little hands down your panties countless times thinking about me huh?” You can’t even respond to that, she was too right. 

She laughs and looks back down at her hands grazing your underwear, “Don’t worry I haven’t been able to get your pretty moans out of my head.” 

“Really?” You’re genuinely shocked considering you really didn’t do much for her during your last encounter. She had you too blissed out to even offer.  

She moves from her position on the edge of the bed to sitting propped up against the pillows at the head of the bed. “Yea, really. Now come here princess.” She gestures between her legs. You move so you're leaning up against her chest, her warm body radiating against you. She starts kissing her way down your neck while her hands move to your stomach. Her soft hands grope your breasts massaging the soft skin, causing you to let out a breathy sigh. 

“So perfect for me.” She whispers roughly into your neck. Her voice causes you to whimper hips bucking up from the ache building between your legs. She moves her hands down your stomach and grazes them on top of your panties. Teasing her fingers across the lacey material. You begin to squirm a bit involuntarily but she stills you by casting her other arm across your lower belly. 

“Stay still for me, pretty girl. I want to take my time with you this time.” 

 “Ok,” You breathily reply. You have to grip the bed sheets at the sound of her demanding voice.  

She cups your cunt roughly and you let out a soft moan in response to the pressure. You lean your head back on her shoulder trying not to buck your hips up into her hands. 

“God you just do exactly what I ask, don’t you, my good girl?” She mutters before kissing your neck, sucking lightly. “You can move against me princess, make yourself feel good.” You sigh in relief and begin lightly rocking against Ellie’s hand desperate for any kind of relief. You start to grind a little faster against her letting out a soft moan at every little movement. Ellie moves her hand up and down your slit still on top of your soaking panties. She moves her finger in slow circles on your clit and you’re not sure how much more you can take. Your hands grip the sheets harder, you’re convinced you’re going to rip them with how frustrated you are. 

“Please.” You whimper out, unable to contain your need for her to touch you where you needed her. 

“Gonna need you to beg a bit harder than that princess.” You can hear the snarkiness in her voice, but it didn’t change your desperation. 

“Please Ellie, Please, I’ll do whatever you want just please.” With that Ellie pulls your panties to the side and swipes a finger up your slit. She moves her finger up and down collecting the wetness that had pooled between your legs. Without warning she starts moving your clit in circles with her finger. You moan out in relief, finally the ache between your legs was being tended to. She moved her finger slowly massaging your clit gently. When your breathing started to pick up she started moving her finger a bit faster. Ellie moved her finger down to circle your tight entrance. Once you opened up for her she slowly inserted her finger into your cunt. You moan as she curls her finger upwards repeatedly, hitting you right where you needed her. She inserted a second finger and you let out a whine as your muscles stretch and contract around her fingers. She starts moving her fingers in and out of you faster, hitting that spongy spot so perfectly you can’t even manage to make any noise. Just when you’re convinced you can’t take anymore she takes her thumb and starts moving your clit in slow circles. This almost sends you over the edge. Your back started to arch and a loud moan was forced out of you at every thrust of her fingers. 

“Ellie I’m gonna..” You whine out.

“Not until I say pretty girl.” She spreads your legs out further, hooking hers around yours. She thrusts her fingers inside you even harder, hitting you right at that spongy spot so hard you see stars. 

“Ellie I can’t..” You beg, not sure how much longer you can last.

“Alright, come for me princess.” Almost immediately your muscles violently contract around Ellie’s fingers, your hips bucking up against her hand. You squint your eyes shut at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. Ellie fucks you through the whole thing, never slowing down. Your body goes through waves of pleasure that cause you to moan embarrassingly loud. “That’s it, so, so perfect.”

 You start to come down and Ellie still doesn’t let up, you have to grab her tattooed arm to get her to slow down. She eventually pulls her fingers out of you. She brings them up to her mouth and sucks them clean, humming with satisfaction. She gently grabs your jaw and turns you so she can kiss you. She’s gentle and warm and soft and you are sure you must have melted into a puddle of your former self.  Your limbs feel like jelly and all you can feel is Ellie. All you can hear is your breathing synchronized with hers and you could fall asleep right here. 

“Could use a nap.” You murmur. 

“You can sleep here, we just have to get ya cleaned up a bit.” You nod weakly.

“It’s your turn next time, okay?” You manage to slur out sleepily. You feel like you owe her at this point. Although, she doesn’t even give you a chance before she has you incapacitated. 

“I’ll do whatever you want, princess.” 

good night lovie dovies! lmk what you think! As always any Ellie or Abby requests are welcome 💕🪷

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #the last of us ellie #tlou 2 ellie #the last of us 2 #modern au #ellie williams smut #ellie x you #dealer!ellie #ellie williams x reader

[with-love-from-hell]

What They Wear to Bed

Fandom: Obey Me!

Genre: Headcanons, light comedy

Characters featured: Brothers

CW: swearing, somewhat suggestive at parts, also images of folks who may be barely clothed? 

A/n: I saw something like this floating around the fandom a few months back and I had thoughts so here are my headcanons.

Side Characters version

Lucifer

I think that Lucifer would likely wear something comfortable, and easy to move around in if he needs to get up and deal with his brother’s BS during the middle of the night. I definitely think Lucifer is someone who typically runs cold, but there’s no way his room isn’t a sauna with that god damn fireplace lol. So I think he would dress minimally in boxerbriefs, throwing on a robe if he needs to move around the house or if he’s just relaxing before bed. 

Mammon

Lazy SOB probably doesn’t even have the energy to throw these on some nights lmao but when he thinks about it or if he needs to exit his room for some reason, this is likely what mammon would wear. Simple, comfortable, and brand-named of course. I can see him sometimes dawning a silk set if he’s feeling especially fancy, but a simple jersey material is probably his go-to. 

Levi

Anime Pjs- his favorite are Ruri-Chan based- obviously. (bonus: he will also likely get a matching set for MC)

Satan

Simple and practical. I also think he is the opposite of Lucifer and runs too hot, so I imagine him dawning thin shorts and a thin button-up shirt. He likely will take the shirt off halfway through the night, so the buttons make it easy to do that. 

Asmo

If he could, he would wear lingerie, obviously. But probably got yelled at by Lucifer for having his dick too visible in the house when he leaves his room so this is his compromise. A nice silk tank and silk booty shorts. It’s also good for his skin!

Beel

He likely doesn’t put much thought into it- just wearing boxers and a white tee is enough for him I would think. He likely is one who does a work out before bed, so I think he would probably be most comfortable in something like this after a cold shower. I also think Beel runs cold, which is why the additional tee-shirt is added. I can imagine him waking up freezing in the middle of the night because Belphie stole his blanket lol. Gotta keep them nip nops warm, folks. 

Belphie

100% fleece or flannel pajamas with slippers or fuzzy socks. He lives for comfort and seriously, have you seen his every day clothes? literally looks like something off of the Lane Bryant sleep & lounge line lol. He probably has tons of different sets too because I don’t think this stinky boy (affectionate) does laundry all that often. 

#headcanons #obey me! #obey me #shall we date: obey me #obey me swd #obm #obey me headcanons #obm headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #comedy

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

how would Gareth react to finding reader in his clothes?? or even anything red plaid, like they're also wearing a red flannel or maybe a red plaid skirt?

(i'm sorry I request so much when I know you have many fics to get back to, especially because today is Christmas, but I had this in my head and I know I would have forgotten to write in this to🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

OMG NEVER APOLOGIZE 🫶🫶🫶

lol i should also be working on stuff but i’ve been with my family a lot :p

(and i’m so sorry this took so long to post, i’m gonna be honest i completely forgot it was in my drafts 😅)

He would be over the fucking moon to see you wearing his clothes

Whenever you stay over he always hopes you forget pajamas so he can put you into his shirts and pajama pants

He thinks you look so cute in his oversized stuff

He’s someone who’s a little possessive so he absolutely loves it when you wear his stuff while you’re out

His favorite things of his to see you in are his vest or his Hellfire shirt

Especially when you’re walking around together at the mall and everyone can see his vest on you

It’s a little big on you but it keeps you so warm and it smells just like him so you’re always happy to wear it

When it gets colder out in the fall he INSISTS you have to wear his swetshirts

And he’s one of those guys who loves getting to match you too

He once saw you wearing a red plaid skirt and immediately loved how it looked on you, he’ll even ask you to wear it when you go out so you can match his vest

And before you go out he’ll sometimes ask what you’re wearing so he can try to match you a little bit

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson fluff #gareth emerson headcanons #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things

[windhamsrotunda]

Omg that gif you used in your latest edge request was so hot! Could you do something where Edge finds out that his S/O gets turned on by his long hair and watching him mess with it? I hope this makes sense/isn’t too weird lolol! - xx anon

Hi anon, thank you! So sorry I left you on hold for so long :(( and yes, sure can do. Also, it does make sense actually lol -- hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting. <3

Your Hair Is So Nice - Edge (WWE)

Pairing: Edge (WWE) x Female! Reader

Summary: You are with your significant other, also known as the Rated R Superstar, Edge. He finds out that you easily get turned on by his long hair, and teases you about it.

Warnings: Fluffy, Mention of Sexual Tension, Not very much warnings displayed.

Word Count: 682

It appeared to be a wintery, snowy night in Asheville, North Carolina. Your significant other, Adam, was standing in the kitchen fixing up something for dinner in his flannel pajama bottom pants, and a loose gray t-shirt on. The smell of delicious food breezed past your nose, making your head jolt up.

‘’What are you making, honey?’’ You inquired, hoisting yourself up from the richened, burgundy couch walking over to him.

‘’Don’t look, sweetie. It’s something I haven’t made in a while,’’ He told you, turning to face you for a second and planting kisses all over your face.

‘’Adam, oh my god.’’ You laugh in response, kissing him back.

Something right then and there caught your attention, it wasn’t about his biceps that were revealed, it was… something totally different in him that looked so appealing.

You didn’t want to seem weird about it, you creeped your hand into his long, flowing blonde hair.

‘’Hmm?’’ He hummed, raising an eyebrow at you, forgetting about what was cooking on the stove because he finally had his attention on you fully. Adam hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him.

‘’Eh, maybe dinner can wait.’’ He suggested, turning the stove off. Your lips crept into a big smile, fingers getting tangled into his hair.

‘’What?’’ He chuckled, watching you mess with his hair.

‘’Your hair is so nice.’’ You blurted the words you were wanting to speak out of nowhere, taking a step backwards.

‘’Sorry—’’

He let out a little laugh, in amusement of what you have just said, knowing you’re a bit embarrassed by the looks of your facial expression.

‘’Thank you, sweetheart. And no need to be sorry.’’ He nuzzled his nose against yours, forehead touching one another. Your heart flooded with strong feelings for this man, your significant other who has been with you since the start of 2006.

‘’You get turned on by my hair, don’t you?’’ Adam mentioned, playfully playing with his hair, sweeping it to the side.

‘’Yeah, I do, babe. I was just too embarrassed to actually speak upon it. I just thought you were gonna judge me—’’

‘’No, not at all. I love seeing you all hot and bothered. Especially when it comes to my hair.’’ He took your hands, lifting them up for him to kiss them. His hazel green eyes bored into your’s, you were so damn lucky to have a man like him. A man who could understand what you’re thinking, damn he could read you like a book.

You dragged a sigh of relief out of you, your eyes locked on his once more, a kiss was sealed between your lips, the smell of men’s cologne singed through your nose, your hand found its way on the back of his scalp. Humming softly, Adam’s hand had a grip on your waist, softly squeezing as he deepened the kiss, never breaking it. It felt like fireworks going off right on the fourth of July, that’s how intense it really was. He hoisted you up, and backed you against a nearby wall.

‘’Please, never leave me Y/N.’’ He uttered, with hands grasped underneath your bottom.

‘’Never.’’ You replied.

The kiss was something out of a romantic movie, just like a scene out of The Notebook’s playbook. Your intentions for him were strong, not even words could explain how much you adored the living daylights out of him. You would go to hell and back for him, you just hated the thought alone of Adam finding another woman. But you knew in your heart it wasn’t going to happen. Ever.

He pulled away momentarily to catch his breath, a laugh escalated out of him.

‘’Are you still turned on?’’ He challenged, darting a hand through strands of his hair.

‘’Yes, yes I am.’’ You proclaimed, blushing a deep pink. He aww’ed at your facial expression, it never failed for him to be ecstatic with you, so excited about discovering one of your turn ons.

‘’Of course you are. Let’s take this on another level and head up to the bedroom.’’ He indicated.

Author's Note: Likes, Reblogs, or Feedback is appreciated <3

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[unclewaynemunson]

after reading your newest clarkson piece (and the other one on my dash) I have this little scene in my head that i can't let go, so I'm sending it on. though it is very cliche lol. But some weeks go by, enough for eddie to move things with wayne and scott to the back of his mind and focus on his own shit. but it's wayne's day off or something and eddie comes home midday, thinking his uncle should be awake, with news to share about something silly but important. and he goes into their home and scott's in the kitchen, wearing one of wayne's flannels like a robe, and making them coffee. Eddie in the doorway just cheering loud enough to have every bird in the trailer park taking flight and wayne on the couch trying not to threaten his nephew's life (and scott in the kitchen "Oh! Hi Eddie, you want a cup of coffee? It's fresh! You're just in time")

*Now, I know that staying at Wayne's is not ideal given the bedroom and "roommate" situation but it was accidental. Too much to drink and not enough interest in leaving lol feeling a bit like the kids they never had the chance to be. wayne slept in his chair and gave scott the bed. nothing happened. for peak cliche, scott could have spilled something on his clothes and had to dress in wayne's because it was that or eddie's clothes. but I like it being given to scott as makeshift pajamas better and if it just so happens to go home with scott, well it was an honest mistake lol

anyway, this ran away from me quickly, it was just supposed to be eddie seeing scott in his uncle shirt and knowing what happened lol

dear beloved anon i am kissing you on the forehead THIS IS SO SILLY AND WHOLESOME I LOVE IT!!!!

seriously you had me grinning through this whole thing. i can also see them fit themselves on the couch/bed together, waking up with the first morning light all tangled up into each other. They're old so it's killing their backs but they don't give a fuck because they got to exist so close to each other all night.

I'm obsessed with the way you wrote Scott being completely unfazed by Eddie's appearance lmaooo he would!! And eddie would tease them relentlessly but underneath all that he'd be soooo happy for them <3

And YES PLEASE let their love turn them into stupid teenagers again, it's everything they deserve!

#sorry for the incoherent ramblings i have too many feelings about this #clarkson my beloved

[practically-an-x-man]

What do your OCs and their partners wear to bed?

Ooh, good question! Fair warning, there are probably going to be some repeat answers because... well, there's really not that many types of pajamas lol

Rae and Warren (Worthington): Rae will typically sleep in a camisole and pajama shorts. Warren usually just sleeps in boxers, sometimes in sweatpants or pajama pants if it's particularly cold (he never sleeps in a shirt though, they tend to get tangled up in his wings)

Robin and Peter (Maximoff): Robin will steal one of Peter's band tees and use it as a nightshirt. He probably has a few sets of standard men's pajamas - normally he'd wear less, but he's had more than a few bad experiences with emergencies at the mansion, trying to get dressed too fast when he's still half-asleep, and hurting himself.

Madison and Alex: Madison doesn't have any particular patterns. Her clothing is really just a random assortment of things, and that includes her pajamas. Usually this culminates in oversized hoodies, worn-out fleece pants, whatever's warm and fuzzy since she's perpetually chilly. Alex is pretty much the opposite, since he's perpetually warm: he'd sleep in the nude if he could, but that's a bit risky in the X-Mansion so he's usually got something on the bottom in case of any sudden starts.

Jasper and Kyle: For Jasper, a standard and fairly androgynous pajama set, sometimes a hoodie over it if it's cold. For Kyle, about the same. They both share dorm rooms with roommates, so full pajamas are just a courtesy. Nobody wants that wake-up call, lol

Ophelia and Peter (Parker): Ophelia's a wild card. If she actually goes to bed at a semi-normal hour, she's got a few nightgowns and things in rotation. But just as often, she works too hard, crashes, and ends up sleeping fully-clothed on accident. Peter's probably a t-shirt and flannel pants guy (and then gets too warm in the middle of the night and kicks away all the covers, much to Olly's chagrin)

Quinn and Billy: T-shirt and sweatpants (or something along that line, comfy but easy) for both of them. Money's tight, not to mention packing space on missions, why would they bother buying separate sets of pajamas when normal clothes work just fine? Plus, in case of emergency, they don't have to waste any time getting changed before they can get moving.

Kestrel and Warren (Burgess): On one of their many excursions across the globe, they both discovered bamboo pajama sets and have never gone back. They're lightweight and breathable, they're silky (but way cheaper than silk), they're durable enough to last, and they don't have any weird rubbing or chafing issues with the bedsheets. Though sometimes, if they're out on a mission and utterly exhausted, the best they can do is just run a quick shower and fall asleep in their underwear

Katherine and Ahk: Katherine got a set of silk pajamas from a relative one year and loves them to death. She also has a satin pillowcase or a hair cap to protect her hair. No answer for Ahk since he doesn't really sleep, just changes into his wrappings before sunrise in case anyone decides to open his sarcophagus during the day.

#my friends!!! #answered asks #my ocs #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #madison douglas #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #oc quinn/aces #oc kestrel #oc katherine johnson

[starsbegantofall]

All of the clothes mending I finished this 3 day weekend, except for the bottom right pants, I actually did two of them, light pink and bright fuschia. Did any of these mending tasks take more than 5 to 10 minutes to do? No. Not at all. Then why did it take me so long to do them? The mental illness.

For some reason my washing machine or dryer (or dry cleaner) eats up buttons, but I managed to rescue the buttons and finally replaced them on 5 pieces of clothing. I also repaired a ripped pocket seam on some homemade flannel pajama pants. As for the pink trousers, these are to be worn with ao dai (traditional Vietnamese clothing) but I was apparently much skinnier 6 or so years ago when I first got these tailored. I thought I would never be able to wear them again but I noticed the front waistband was sewn with a large seam allowance tacked down on the interior center, and if I let out the seam allowance to its fullest, it would just fit my waist exactly. I ripped the front seam out and resewed the seam with like 1/4 inch seam allowance and now I can wear these trousers without compression. They don't match my new teal ao dai (also had to upsize to an XL instead of M lol) that well, but don't look too bad especially since the front is hidden under the dress, so I consider this a win. Especially if I want new pants, I would have to sew my own pants with invisible zipper, and that's beyond my skill level. I technically have to hem my ao dai since I won't be wearing the tallest shoes in the world with them but I think I need someone to measure the hem for me, so that's gotta wait.

The last mending I have to do is replacing lost rhinestones on a jacket and blouse but I would have to shop around for rhinestones. Pro tip, handwash anything with rhinestones because they will fall out no matter how delicate cycle you use. And an older Liz Lisa dress with the elastic cracking at the sleeves but I dunno if I want to handsew or machine sew the chiffon yet.

Below is before shot of the overfull mending basket, with the ao dai draped over top, plus some finished mending I did earlier this year including: a Pokemon fluffy headband for washing your face with the elastic disintegrated, a velvet cloth for protecting my violin with the batting inside disintegrated and replaced with fluffy flannel, zipper replacement for my Liz Lisa dress, and sewing up a ripped seam on my leopard print pillowcase.

And for a little bonus photo, four scrunchies I made from some print fabric scraps, yes with my fake nails on, some scraps too small to make anything but tiny doll clothes out of, but the scale would be weird. Not sure I want to keep making them though because as my previous mending photos indicate, the elastic will eventually wear out (probably in like 5 or 10 years but still... that's annoying). What do you think? Yay or nay?

#mediocre sewing skills #mending #handmade scrunchies

[ifmywishescametrue]

Wait, I know I’m late but outtakes for “Like Dominoes” ???

Outtakes for one of my favorite fics ever?? 👀 hello?

If you were ever planning on sharing them, you’d honestly make my week :)

omg yeah i didn't know i had outtakes for the longest time but i can definitely share them now. i'll try to provide context but it's been a long while since i wrote them, so the memories are more than a little hazy lol

all of that below the cut, because it's pretty long!

outtake one:

written to take place sometime after chapter 23, i guess? i think at one point, the fic was supposed to go for longer and actually include thanksgiving with bucky's family, or at least a few paragraphs that covered what happened there. but, that didn't happen, so this scene wasn't needed. i still like it, though, even if it's incomplete (and not proofread lol)

It’s still dark when Bucky wakes up, the kind of pitch black that lets him know even with his eyes closed that it’s before dawn.  He rolls over to mash his face into the pillow, and it takes a moment to realize that on a normal night, he shouldn’t have been able to do that quite so easily. 

Blindly, he reaches out to the other side of the bed, only to be met by cold, empty sheets. He lifts his head, squinting into the darkness, and the neon blue of the clock says it's 4:36. Far too early to wake up alone.

A muffled clang is just faintly audible through the walls, and Bucky tosses back the covers to find what he already knows will be the source. 

He catches the scent of vanilla and sugar when opens the bedroom door, and he follows the light casting down the hall back to the kitchen. 

Every surface is covered in something. All sizes of mixing bowls and baking trays, silicone stirring spoons, and a dusting of flour here and there. In the middle of all of it is Tony, with his entire focus on one misshapen gingerbread man and a steady hand outlining his body in white icing from a piping bag. 

Bucky folds his arms over his chest and leans against the archway, waiting for him to finish before breaking into his concentration. “Baking cookies couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?”

Tony jolts a little, hand tightening on the bag to make a stream of icing shoot out onto the counter. It narrowly misses the next cookie in the row, and Tony wipes it away with his finger. 

“It's technically tomorrow, isn't it?” He looks over his shoulder at the time on the microwave. “See? A few hours into it already.”

The corner of Bucky's mouth twitches. “And where did you get all these supplies? Last I checked, we didn’t have at least half of this.”

“There’s a 24-hour supermarket about thirty minutes away.”

“You went to the store in the middle of the night?” Bucky asks, brow furrowed. His eyes drift down Tony’s body, taking in his rumpled t-shirt and baggy flannel pants. “You’re in your pajamas.”

Tony shrugs, “There’s not a whole lot of room for judgment from other people also there at two in the morning.”

Bucky drops his arms and comes further into the kitchen, and Tony sets down the piping bag as he approaches. He looks tired, with shadows under his eyes and specks of powdered sugar in his unkempt hair. Bucky reaches for him and pulls him closer by the hip.

“What's the matter?” he asks softly.

“Why are you assuming something’s wrong?” 

“Well, in my admittedly limited life experience, people don't usually go on baking frenzies before sunrise if they're doing perfectly fine,” Bucky says, brushing away the cinnamon from Tony's cheek. “I mean, you could be the first, but you're looking pretty dead on your feet, baby. What’s keeping you up?”

Tony shuffles closer, resting his forehead against Bucky’s sternum, and sighs at the first sweep of Bucky’s fingers through his hair, “I fell asleep for a little while, but then I had this weird dream that I was in the lab and there was an issue with the project but I couldn’t figure out the problem and everything was going wrong, so I woke up feeling stressed, and then my mind started drifting to everything else that I have to do, which reminded me that I wanted to do something to thank your mom for being so nice and welcoming over Thanksgiving break, but I couldn’t think about what exactly. Some article online suggested a handwritten note, but that felt kind of weird. You know, writing my feelings or whatever. That’s just awkward for everyone involved. So I landed on their second suggestion, which was basically this. I wasn’t really sure what she would like, though, and I didn’t want to wake you up to ask because you’ve got that early shift today, so I picked a couple of different recipes, and then I had to go to the store to get everything I needed, and now we’re here.”

Bucky hums, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the top of Tony’s. “Your mind is quite the place to be in, isn’t it? Must be like a maze in there.”

“More like if you took a bunch of different balls of yarn and threw them in the washing machine together, then tried to untangle it after,” Tony snorts. “But anyway, I figured since I’m already making stuff, I’d do peanut butter cookies for Rhodey, and those chocolate cookies that Steve and Nat like. Make it like an early Christmas thing for our friends and your family.”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky says, pinching the bridge of his nose, and Tony sighs again.

“I know, I know. It’s too much, and I’m overwhelmed now that I’m actually doing it, and I have about a million regrets, but I’ve started it, and now I have to finish it even if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Or you could finish in the morning,” Bucky suggests. “After you've gotten more than an hour of sleep.”

“Or I could finish now and sleep when I'm dead,” Tony counters, flashing him a grin. 

Bucky looks around the kitchen again. Almost all of the gingerbread people are frosted, and the peanut butter cookies look to be cooling on a rack off to the side, while the chocolate chip ones are already packaged in tupperware. The timer on the oven is set to go off in a few minutes with a batch of something else, and there's another baking tray waiting on the stove to go in next. 

“How much more do you have?” he asks. 

“Not a lot. Just those last two batches, and then I can come back to bed.”

Bucky trails his hands along Tony's back, kneading his thumbs into Tony's shoulders for a moment. He does it again when Tony nearly moans at the touch.

outtakes two-four:

so when i first outlined this story, the ending was pretty much completely different. howard was still supposed to show up, but bucky was going to agree to his offer to divorce tony. it was meant to be a selfless thing (in bucky's mind, at least) to give up his relationship with tony so that tony could have his normal life back. but the more i wrote and the closer i got to the end, i just kept asking myself "would bucky do that, though?" and the answer was no. it didn't make sense anymore and going through with it as planned would've only served the purpose of creating angst for angst's sake. so i scrapped that ending, but some of it was already written. i guess it doesn't technically make these "outtakes," but it's a few pieces of the original/alternate ending.

for the first, here's a snippet from the aftermath, when tony's moving out of the apartment:

“You were supposed to go home for Thanksgiving,” Bucky says, and Tony pauses with a shirt held tight in his hand, his shoulders hunched and tense. “Your dad told me that he called you. Said he wanted to fix things and you turned him down.”

Tony shakes his head with a humorless laugh. “And did he tell you all his conditions? The weekly check-ins, monitoring my bank account, quitting my job in the lab because he wants to own every idea I’ll ever have. Oh, and let’s not forget that he still can’t wrap his head around the fact that I’m only into men, so I’d better find a girl that he can approve of to help clean up his image after everything else I’ve supposedly done to him. Gave me a list of candidates and everything.”

Bucky swallows hard, guilt turning his stomach. “Tony, I -”

“No,” Tony cuts him off, spinning around. His eyes are cold, and Bucky’s never seen him like this before. “I turned him down because I don’t need him. I don’t need someone controlling my life and making my decisions for me. I thought I was done with people who did that, but I guess not.”

Tony looks at him for a second longer, and Bucky feels frozen under his hurt, angry gaze. He should’ve known better, he thinks. Should’ve approached everything differently and taken even just a minute to think it through before it got this far.

He opens his mouth to say just that, but Tony sighs and turns back to roughly zip up his bag. “I’ll come back some other time for the rest.”

Tony’s shoulder brushes his own as he walks past him out of the bedroom, and the front door slams shut behind him before leaving him in the quiet.

and here's a scene of bucky talking to natasha about it:

“You didn’t just live together. You shared a bedroom and everything. Casual sex partners don't do that,” Nat says, but she doesn't stop there. “Neither one of you ever saw anyone else, and you would have both been pissed if you did. You kissed him without it leading to sex, you held his hand wherever you went, and you called him 'babe' more than his actual name. In fact, I'm pretty sure you never even called him his name to his face at all. I hate to break it to you, but that's just called being married. Actually, truly married.”

“Well, we were married, but that doesn't mean we were together. He didn’t want that, and frankly, I think it's a little sexist that you don't think two men can hold hands and just be friends.”

She gives him a flat look. “Is that really the argument you're choosing?”

Bucky nods, completely ready to double down. He's pretty sure it falls into the categories of at least two logical fallacies, but he doesn't care much for ethical debate right now. “Yeah, it is. It's a reflection of toxic masculinity, and honestly I thought you were better than that.”

“You were literally fucking each other.”

“As friends.”

“Married friends.”

“Friends who happened to be married,” Bucky corrects. “Just like I already told Steve.”

“And as I've said, neither of us believe you.”

Bucky shrugs, “That doesn't seem like my problem.”

Natasha looks at him with agony in her eyes. “Why are you so incredibly stupid?”

“It's not my fault you didn’t understand our dynamic.”

“Did you even understand your dynamic?”

Bucky hesitates and almost tells the truth. But if he doesn't say out loud that sometimes it was easy to forget that none of was real and sometimes he pushed boundaries on purpose just to see how far it could go, how many pieces of himself Tony would let him keep, then it's easier to pretend that everything is exactly the way he wants it to be and that he doesn't really want the one thing he can't have. If he tells the truth to Natasha, he can't keep lying to himself.

Bluntly, Natasha says, “You’re in love with him.”

He stops breathing for a second, and his heart skips over itself. It’s so much worse to hear it out loud. To hear her admit it when he can’t. Not in any way that matters, anyway.

“I do love him,” Bucky says slowly, “in the same way that I love you or Steve and sometimes Sam if he isn’t being annoying. That’s why I’m doing what’s best for him.”

a continuation of that i scene, i think? idk there was a gap between them in the document but i think it was supposed to be connected eventually lol:

“Please, Nat,” Bucky says, voice breaking on her name. “I’m really begging you to just let it go. And tell Steve to let it go, too. It’s not like that. It can’t be like that.”

and for the last "outtake," the laser tag line was always there in some way. i think this was supposed to be part of a getting-back-together scene:

“And why not?” she questions, unrelenting. “Because it would ruin things? You could lose him as a friend? Last I checked, you already did. I don’t why, because you won’t tell me, and despite the fact that I’ve called him a dozen times in the last two weeks, he won’t tell me either. All I know is that you fucked up, and he’s gone, which means you’ve got nothing left to lose.”

“You remember that bet we made?” Tony asks. “Laser tag. You said that I could have anything that I wanted.”

“Course I remember. You never used it, though.”

Tony twists his hand into the blanket, so tightly that his knuckles turn white. “I never used it because I already had everything I wanted.”

#answered asks #answered anon #i think this reveals more about me as a writer than i want it to lol #like my method for writing is doing random scenes and snippets however they pop into my head and hoping it'll all connect later #my writing

[perexcri]

Yelling screaming hitting my computer devours this chapter whole. Flowers for Mike!! As he deserves !! And glowing flowers for you back💕💐💐💐💐, and also 🥰🥰🥰 for making me think of them as their reincarnated selves am screaming and also I am settling that firmly as canon in my brain.

““I know how Wheeler is. Make sure you surface for air every now and then.”

And as Will walks in a daze out of their house, as he turns on the Pinto and shifts it into gear, he decides that, while seeing Jim Hopper in his disheveled pajama state isn’t entirely too odd, Jim Hopper telling him to not let Mike Wheeler make out with him for too long definitely makes the top ten.

Possibly above that one time he coughed up a slug.”

Leah. Leah, When I tell you I Cackled, rndjwxisid. Love supportive dads in this house making their kids weirded out by their support. Hopper is probably just like, yep that kid is gonna be my son-in-law

Was about to give Ted Wheeler some props for the same thing (nejxieduejd Love that he’s just like. Okay Byler is happening, I am Okay w this), but I can and Will fist fight him into the next century over him making Mike feel bad about his hair.

Also!!!! That whole bit where Will’s imagining the far off future of 2009. Good shit good shit am eating it up like a tasty treat. (God,,,,,2009, I was like 10 or 11, and Mike and Will would be,,like almost forty. I simultaneously feel weirdly young and also Old bc 2009 was 14 years ago holy shit lol)

I just. Adore that both of their families are happy/cool w them dating . Bc they Deserve their happiness atp.

“he sees a harsh crease form between Holly’s eyes, and she looks like she’s close to aiming a forceful kick somewhere below his gut” cackling dhdidisf Holly Wheeler is amazing and also my daughter now. Drawings as gifts is so!! This family!!! dbdjciwxiwxissd brb sobbing

“Against his pale skin and dark blue flannel, the flowers almost seem to pulse with light, shining from the warmth of the sun in crackling scarlets and oranges, soothing purples, crisp whites.” Screams and screams and screams and scr— 💐

Sobs into my hands, they’re so in love and they’re on their first date🥹🥹

(Writing fic at work is Such a mood. Also are you enjoying your new job? :D am very happy for u)

Vee i knew you would understand 😌 if it means anything, as far as i'm concerned, i'm considering this fic to be them reincarnated. idk this fic has been enjoyable and fun to write, but i think i only like it? but i love aftry, so thinking about this Mike and Will as being the aftry Mike and Will reincarnated makes me more excited about this fic. is that mean to say? idk. i guess you can't love everything you make all in the same way, and i know i definitely have stronger feelings for aftry than this one. it's still been fun to write, though!!

HAHAHAH i'm glad the Hopper comment could make you laugh. it and the Ted scene were fun to write for me just because of my own experience with friends' dads? i've been in a single-mother household for most of my life, so sometimes it makes it awkward to interact with other people's dads, just because it's like i don't know how to act around them and they don't know how to act around me. it was just fun to sprinkle my own experience in with all of this, especially because Jonathan and Will are my ultimate st projection characters

yeah writing Ted as being passive about the whole Byler thing 😩 he's like "yeah sure whatever. just as long as you aren't eating all of our food idc." Ted seems too uninvolved to have the energy to be actively homophobic (at least through a comedic lens). i think through a more serious lens he definitely could be/is. idk. this fic's lighter, so i made it in the universe where there isn't a lot of homophobic rhetoric to deal with :')

oh believe me - writing Will imagining 2009 put me in a bit of my own crisis 🙃 i'm one of those people who still thinks the 80s was only 20 years ago, so having a character in the 80s imagine life in the 2000s being written by somebody in the 2020s made my brain hurt

ahh yeah Holly!! i don't think i've ever really written with her before. idk!! i thought it was fun!! i'm an older sister, so idk how younger sisters are "supposed" to act, but i figured the brother/sister dynamic would largely remain the same, and my brother and i definitely used to get into kicking/hitting fights with each other a lot lol. it was also just fun to imagine them being brats to each other, because while siblings do have their sweet moments, i feel like a lot of the time there are more moments Like That. or maybe that's just how i was raised idk (my family's love language is sarcasm, in case you were wondering 😩)

AHHH thanks for asking about the job!! yeah it's going good so far!! i think it'll be a nice change of pace for me, and i'm really excited about it :D

thanks as always for your lovely words Vee i am biting them (affectionate) 💜💜💜

#ask #vee my beloved <3

[p-oolshark]

ೃ࿔*･ 𝟏𝟕 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝟏𝟕 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞

(though there’s only 15 questions 😅)

Thank you @bisexualwvtson and @presleysdarling for tagging me! ☺️💕

nickname: Bri, Bobby (siblings only, its what my sister called me when she was a baby and it stuck)

sign: Aquarius

height: 5’4 or 5’5

last thing i googled: Elvis pocket calendars (I’m insane now) 😂

song stuck in head: Just Pretend by Elvis

number of followers: 195

amount of sleep: it varies greatly because I work night shift and attempt to go back to a normal schedule on my days off, but I always try to get a minimum of 6 hours, preferably 8 though!

dream job: does Elvis’s housewife count? 🙇‍♀️ lol I would like to do something that gives me the opportunity to travel, definitely something other than nursing though

wearing: a sleeping t shirt and flannel pajama pants

movies/books that summarise you: almost famous, less than zero, casino, I’m drawing a complete blank on books right now lol, there are a TON of books I want to read but I’m trying to get through It by Stephen king currently, it’s just so long 🥴

favorite song: impossible question but for the sake of this I’ll pick If I Can Dream, it’s unreal what that song continually does to me

favorite instrument: piano and guitar ❤️

aesthetic: ooh I really don’t know how to answer that, I like to switch it up but i love 70s and classy/special occasion aesthetics. I also have a thing for the 80s though

favorite author: not really sure, I do like Stephen king but I need to branch out more

random fun fact: I’ve been with my dream car for a little over a year now (a ‘21 Subaru wrx) and I really couldn’t be happier with it! I worked so hard for it and will continue to tbh until it’s paid off

Tagging: I feel like many of you lovely friends have already been tagged, so anyone who wants to do it!

#if you read all of this I’m sorry but also I ❤️ u

[sysig]

Close and comforting

#Doodles #Vargas #Edgar #Scriabin #All alt. notebook doodles I was on a bit of a roll and didn't feel like switching notebooks heh #I needed something calming to doodle and hugs made me feel a lot better #It is honestly incredible what a source of comfort these two are hehe #Also personally I like that Scriabin's face is obscured so you can't tell what colour his glasses are :3c Or his expression #He gets startled but then's just like ''Ugh fine'' lol #Reading brought some old ideas bubbling back to the surface so I finally doodled that Lady Vargas idea I had ages ago #I don't have too many ideas written down for Ladyverse and even fewer doodles but it does fascinate me #The concept of either of them growing and moving as a person in the 90s as someone socialized female is very interesting to me #And especially with all the talk of religious guilt specifically in reference to that dropped that idea right back at the time of the pile #Apparently I wrote it down around the same time as the ''You pushed me down the stairs'' set lol #I'm quite happy with how they turned out the poses are almost exactly what I saw in my head :D #Lady Edgar would usually have her hair up but it's bedtime so #Also flannel pajamas because lol #And more kissing practice for funsies #Slowly getting more confident and pleased with the results uwu #I like it very much when they're gentle with each other hh

[mindninjax]

To Shape a Home (15)

Winter- Chapter 15

Last Chapter| Masterlist | Next Chapter

Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: None

WC: 4.2k

a/n: HERE WE ARE! NOW YOU GET SOME ANSWERS! Ok so a few notes. One: this entire conversation is heavily based on a conversation I have had with my husband (I'm not gonna tell you which one I was in it though lol)

Two: the featured song is This Feeling by Alabama Shakes. Gorgeous song, as always I recommend listening to it while reading it. It's a good "making up" song. Also matches Katsu's inner monologue shdbj.

It’s bright.

That’s Katsuki’s first thought when he awakens in his bed the next morning. He’s tucked in, the blankets under his chin are soft as he stretches his limbs. When he opens his eyes and is met with the onslaught of morning sun and chirping birds, his head aches.

There’s a pounding, like a woodpecker knocking against a nerve in his mind that beats and beats and beats until he can longer take it.  He sits up with a groan, gazing around the well lit room. It’s spinning and Katsuki feels nauseous as he tries to steady himself.

This is a hangover.

It’s been a while since he felt this way, and because this is the first time he’s been hungover in a while, it knocks the wind out of him.

What happened last night?

When he's finally able to piece together what is happening, he immediately panics. He looks at the other side of the bed, searching for you. There’s no sign of you having laid in bed, the empty spot next to him absent of warmth. Katsuki has a quick flash of the first night he went to bed without Camie and he winces and pushes it away.

In one swift movement, he’s pulling the blankets off of him and rushing to his bedroom door. He’s shirtless, the wound on his arm pulsing with pain under the bandage. He has on a pair of thick red flannel pajama pants that he’s sure he wasn’t wearing yesterday.

Katsuki bounds down the stairs, his home is clean, nothing looks out of place. There are a few scrapes on the wood floors, a few vases he had on a shelf in the living room are missing, but other than that the house is tidy and in order.

There’s music playing, a soulful slow rocking beat drifting from the kitchen as the smell of something frying in grease wafts into Katuski’s nose. As he gets closer the song gets louder, the smell of food gets stronger, and he can hear humming and the sizzle of something cooking. Katsuki takes a deep breath as he turns the corner to the kitchen and bears witness to a lovely sight.

It’s you, hair dripping with one of his plaid shirts draped over your body. It falls to your knees, buttoned sloppily over the pair of simple light blue underwear you wear. Only a few buttons are fastened and one sleeve of the shirt hangs off of your shoulder. The exposed skin, your shoulder, a peek of your stomach, and your cleavage all looks soft.

You’re humming along to the soulful song that, surprisingly, Katsuki recognizes. You’re rocking your hips slowly as you gently push the bacon around in the pan. You hum and mouth the words to the song while you cook, completely unaware of his presence.

Fuck, you look good, the sun spilling through the window illuminates you like an angel. A dusting of snow outside reflects the sun and makes you look even brighter. The pounding in his head is agitated more by the brightness but he doesn’t care if it means he gets to look at you.

See, I've been having me a real hard time

But it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright

The lyrics you're singing catch him off guard. Iseverything going to be alright? Katsuki clears his throat to get your attention. You stop singing but you don’t turn to look at him and he’s a bit nervous.

“Eat,” you command, pointing to a plate Katsuki just noticed was on the tiny table in his kitchen. The plate is full of fried eggs, bacon–cooked just the way he likes it, fuck, you were made for him– and toast all swimming in grease.

Katsuki obeys, pulling the chair out and scraping it across the linoleum as he sits and mutters, “Thanks.”

You shuffle over and place a mug of coffee down in front of him. He wrinkles his nose, pushing it away.

“No thanks.”

“I didn’t offer. You get drunk and hungover, you drink the coffee. Those are the rules. Now, drink .”

Your expression doesn’t change from the calm nonchalance you’ve been sporting all morning but the bite and command in your tone shuts down all thoughts of refusal. He drinks as he watches you remove the last of the bacon from the pan, shut off the stove, and grab your own mug of coffee.

You sit down across from him at the table, sipping your coffee. You’ve turned off the music so it's silent now. Nothing but the birds chirping outside and the scrapes of Katsuki’s fork on his plate as he continues eating the breakfast you cooked–which is fucking delicious by the way.

It’s too quiet for too long as you sit and watch him eat. You take occasional sips of your coffee, blinking slowly as you watch him. Again you don’t look angry, in fact you’re watching him with a small content smile on your face and Katsuki thinks that maybe everything will be alright, despite the circumstances.

“Where’d you get booze, Katsuki?”

Or maybe not.

For some reason he can’t look at you, fear and shame pulling his eyes to the floor like gravity. He’s quiet, he feels the heaviness of guilt in his chest and it almost makes it hard to breathe. He growls to himself. A year and a half of sobriety, down the toilet.

“Katsuki.”

He sighs. “There was one pack in the cellar. Emergency stash, just in case.”

“There any left?”

No answer.  You don’t make any noise or move, you just stare and it scares him. Will you leave now ?

“Keys to the cellar?” You ask.

He nods his head to a hook behind you.

“Ok.”

The eerie awkward silence fills the room again, up to the brim so much it feels like Katsuki may drown in it. Your eyes never leave him except to occasionally glance out the window at the fat snowflakes accumulating on the sill while you sip on your coffee. What are you thinking? Are you pissed with him? You should be. He’s pissed with himself.

“So you gonna tell me what happened?” You ask, taking a sip and breaking the silence.

He doesn’t wanna talk about it. Can't he just enjoy this morning with you? It’s the first in a week that you two have shared a morning. He missed you. He missed your face, missed the way you’d stand and speak to the girls as he took care of their stalls and filled the troughs. And then it hits him. It’s morning he hasn’t fed the girls. He scoots back in his seat.

“The girls—“

“Fed with new water and hay. They’re in the barn and fine,” you interrupt taking another nonchalant sip. When you gaze at him again you give him a tiny smirk.

“You were right. Sweet Mama is a stubborn girl. But we had girl bonding time and we’re great friends now. She’s doing fine by the way. She’s off her leg and lying and relaxing in her stall,” you reassure him.

“Heh, told ya she was a stubborn one,” he brags, sitting back down and smirking.

You don’t smile though. You stare at him, or more so through him. Serious and stern and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to get your expression out of his mind.

“That wasn’t a question by the way. You’re going to tell me what happened. Right now,” you command, setting your mug down on the table.

Katsuki gulps and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He’s never heard you be this stern or look this sharply at him. He knows you mean it. He stabs a sausage with his fork, takes a bite, revels in your good cooking, swallows, and then he looks at you frowning.

What does he say? Does he just blurt it out to you? He’s honestly not sure what happened, there are too many things running through his mind for him to understand it. The drinking, if anything, helped numb it. But now it sits heavy and aching in his chest.

Katsuki takes a second to peek through his lashes up at you. Your head is tilted, face smooth and calm as you take another sip of coffee. You patiently wait for him to form the words, and as you do, he thinks there will never be a more perfect person than you.

“Joja is…” he starts and then stops as the words get caught in his throat.

It’s a shitty situation all around, and he’s partly to blame for it, yeah. But Katsuki knows it’s not just him. It wouldn’t be like this if Camie had never left. This wouldn’t be a problem if she’d kept her promise to him. It is easier to share the blame, at least right now it is, so Katsuki quickly rephrases his sentence.

“She’s selling my farm to those fuckers,” he replies finally.

It’s not technically a lie. Maybe it’s not entirely true but still, she’s at fault. The sound of the words makes him wince again and Camie’s voice replays in his mind.

Suki, I’m sorry but the farm’s bein’ sold to Joja.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, you know exactly who he means but you don’t flinch or wince like he does when he mentions her and  he wishes for half a second he had some of your courage.

“How? How can she do that? She needs your permission too, right?. You’d both have to sign a contract and–”

“Deed has her name on it,” Katsuki huffs.

“What, why?”

Katsuki slams a fist down on the table in anger, the dishes clang loudly and you move quickly to catch the mug that almost tips over from the force. It’s a valid question and of course you’d ask it. He grinds his teeth in frustration and speaks through them in a hiss.

“This is her family’s land. They let us have it when we decided to move out here but then she left and it never got passed to me. I shoulda fucking checked that shit out but I was drunk every day after she left. I’m such a moron. Don’t know how those Fuckers at Joja found out but they reached out to her and offered her a pretty penny. She must be hurtin’ in funds,” he explains.

Nothing can make him feel like less of an idiot right now. He should’ve gotten the deed changed as soon as she left. But going to her and her family to discuss it meant he’d have to see her and talk to her and Katsuki doesn’t know if he would’ve been able to handle that. He saw her on the Joja commercial and look what happened.

Again you’re perplexed, trying to see all the pieces he’s giving you and fit them together. Yet he can tell, it still doesn’t make sense to you, with good reason.

“She…She has to know how much this place means to you, I mean, that much is clear even to people who don’t know you. So why would she do this?” you ask, putting a finger to your chin like you're a goddamn detective.

Anger gurgles in the depths of Katsuki’s belly.  Why are you questioning her motives? It’s not like you know anything about her. Why can’t you just trust that when he says Camie fucked him over again , she did. Are you taking her side? His blood boils over and he’s yelling again.

“Because she’s a bitch. I don’t know!” he snaps back at you. His fist is tightened as it sits on his thigh and the ache in his arm feels like it burns every time he flexes.

You surprisingly stay calm and when you meet his eye, your stare is burning.   “You don’t mean that.”

You’re right–surprise surprise–he doesn’t mean it. But how the fuck would you know that? You couldn’t know. Your grandpa didn’t abandon you . Your grandpa didn’t promise you that you’d both take care of this farm together. Your grandpa didn’t promise you that he’d spend his life with you and then up and leave in the middle of the fucking night.

He glares at you, “ How the fuck would you know what I me—“

“Because if  you thought she was just a bitch you wouldn’t flinch every time her name was mentioned! You wouldn’t completely erase her name from your vocabulary or ban your friends from saying it!” you interrupt and this time you have a glare that matches his.

Your outburst catches him off guard and he leans back in offense before he shakes it off and fires back at you. He stands suddenly, throwing the chair he’s sitting in back and it tumbles to the floor.

“Why does it matter, hah? Why are you asking me all these damn questions? I’m gonna lose my farm! What more do ya need to know?!” he cries. He bites his lip, trying not to let tears roll down his face. This ain’t the time to be all emotional and shit.

“Because there is clearly a lot more going on here that you aren’t telling me and I’m trying to help you figure it out. It’s clear you haven’t dealt with any of the Camie shit and I think it’s time for me to call you out on your shit so you can deal with it. You know, the exact same way you called me out in the cellar?” you snap.

You stand then too and shout the loudest you’ve ever yelled at him. Your face twists into a scolding expression, like you’re lecturing a young child and if Katsuki weren’t paying close attention to what you just said, it would’ve made him angrier.

His eyes widen as he watches you huff angrily across the table from him. He hasn’t dealt with it? Course he has! He stopped drinking, he met you, for fucks sake he cried and told you he loved you while drunk and having a mental breakdown just last night!

“It ain’t—“ he starts but you stop him again and what you say almost makes him break completely.

“You love her.”

It is so simple. Just three words that put everything into perspective. But, it can’t be true though because Katsuki is sure of his feelings for you that much is clear.

“I love you ,” he states.

Strange how easy it is to say it now that he’s already said it. It rolls off his tongue naturally now. You smirk, the tension in the room dying down as you sigh.

“Yes I know, but you love her too. And that’s why I’m not gonna let you keep looking at her like she’s the Wicked Witch of the West in your story,”

Unfuckingbelieveable. You’ve just pointed out how he still cares for his ex and you don’t even sound jealous. There's not a hint of anger or resentment or suspicion when you say it. You just say it, like you're stating a fact or teaching a class. Katsuki can’t say he’d react the same way if the roles were reversed but again he thinks, this is why you’re perfect for him.

“How come you ain’t angry about that? About how… I feel… about her,” he stammers. He wants to ask you how you could even know that he still loves her but he thinks that may be too much to dive into right now.

You look dumbfounded. Almost like…like you expected him to feel this way. You raise an eyebrow and chuckle and he wonders if it’s that obvious.

“It would be silly to believe you’re over someone you literally don’t talk about because it hurts you too much. How can I be angry when you’ve been here for me countless times?”

Again, you make a lot of good points. Which is again, annoying. Katuski wonders if maybe you went to a class for shit like this. Maybe you and Ei went to the same class since you’re both able to get inside his head like this. He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh as he bends down to pick up his chair. He sits back down at the table with his arms folded over his chest, pouting. You only smile and sit back down as well, crossing one leg over the other.

“Now that that is out, I’ll ask again. Why would Camie sell the farm when she knows how much this place means to you? I don’t know her, so maybe she is an evil witch, but something tells me that’s not the case. So, quit hiding stuff from me and tell me what’s going on. ”

He guesses he should tell you the whole thing. He briefly remembers the way he got pissed with you in the cellar for doing the same thing. Tellin’ half truths' that were so clearly not who you made yourself out to be. You’d unleashed everything on him after he called you out and it’d made him see you in a brighter light. It was a big fuking leap in figuring out he wouldn’t be able to get you out of his head either.

You deserve that same respect. He shouldn’t hide from you. He blinks, inhales deeply then releases the longest breath he’s ever inhaled. His eyes drag up your body to settle on your eyes and he holds your stare before he licks his lips and lets it all out.

“When we talked, she said she left because this wasn’t what she wanted. And the deed was in her name and she forgot to change it over. She ain’t sellin’ the farm, her family is. Shit ain’t going well for them and they need the funds.”

You don’t say anything, letting him take all the time he needs. You take a sip of your now cool coffee and when you realize he needs a bit of reassurance, you nod and say, “Go on. You can tell me Katsu.”

He grits his teeth again. This is…hard. Thinkin’ bout all of this again, even retracing the conversation with Camie, it makes his hand itch again, makes his throat dry. He swallows and clears his throat lightly. He's thankful when you get up–without being prompted–grab a glass of water, and scoot it in front of him. For fucks sake, you’ve gotta be a goddamn mind reader or something.

He takes a sip, and then continues. “ She called me to warn me about the sale. And then she uh… apologized for leavin’. Like really apologized, told me about the modelin’ shit, how it’s been hard to find gigs and shit but….she fuckin’ sounded happy. Even though she’s strugglin’, she sounded happy about it. Never sounded that happy out here pullin’ weeds with me,” he grumbles as he twists his fingers together anxiously.

She had apologized for her family and had apologized for not being able to stop them. The apology wasn’t empty or hollow. It was full of remorse and it hung in his chest. Talking to her, hearing her voice was painful, but a relieving pain, one that he needed in order to feel better, like pressing the venom from a wound.

He chuckles sarcastically, “And wouldn’t ya fuckin’ believe it? I wasn’t pissed with her. She said she was happy and my stomach got all twisted and shit, like the time I finally beat Ei at checkers. Guy is a goddamn master but I finally beat em,” he says, a devilish grin on his face. You smile and shake your head at him but you don’t say anything still and he sighs as he continues.

“Like a fuckin' idiot I couldn’t even be upset because I…” he trails off but you finish his sentence, as you always do.

“You still love her.”

Katsuki sighs and hangs his head in shame but you don’t stop there.

“You still love her and you were happy because she was happy. And you couldn’t be angry at her, which pissed you off even more and confused you…”

You sound as if you're piecing together a mystery, staring at him with a tilted head as you think through everything. You pause for only a second, again putting a finger to your chin and gazing at him for a long while. He can feel your stare but he doesn’t dare look up at you.

“And that’s why you got drunk,” you finish.

“Yeah.”

More silence. Katsuki’s never felt this comfortable but tense at the same time in the wake of silence, but with you, the silence still means peace, as long as you’re still here with him. He knows that now, and he rests easy.

“I suppose the stuff with Sweet Mama didn’t help either, huh?”

Katsuki sighs again, lip slightly pushed out to pout a little. “And not seein’ ya for a week,” he adds as if it’s obvious and it is. He’s sure if that stupid fucking storm hadn’t kept you away from him, he’d have at least been able to stay calm enough not to get drunk again.

You sigh as well. “Yannow, someone once told me, ‘Bottlin’ shit up is never good for ya’' you say in a mocking country twang that actually makes him chuckle.

Is this how it’s supposed to go? Arguments with a spouse? Not saying you’re a spouse but after all this, he’d be damned if he wasn’t thinking about making you one. Especially when you reach across the table to grasp his hand and untangle them to place your hand between them.

“The next time you feel like you don’t know how to feel, the next time all of that confusion and bottled up shit makes you so angry you don’t know what to do other than drink, tell me, ok?” you speak gently but firm so he knows that you mean it when you say it.

He raises an eyebrow, “How’d ya know that I fel-“

“At this point, I’m clearly a Katsuki expert. I could teach a class,” you say giggling and placing a kiss on his knuckles. “I’m serious Katsu. You don’t have to deal with shit alone anymore. And if we need to just sit and do this,” you gesture between the two of you,“Yannow, talking shit out so you understand a little of what’s going on. I’ll do that with you. You don’t have to punish yourself or be self destructive and drink again. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here with you now, Katsu.”

There’s pain in his chest again, a good pain that flows through every muscle in his body and warms him. His chest squeezes his heart but instead of it being cold like when he thought about Camie, it’s warm and grows hot the longer he stares at you. For some reason he thinks about how doctors used to burn away infection from wounds and decides this must be what it’s like.

He doesn’t say that though, instead he snorts, “Tsk, can’t believe you called her the Wicked Witch of the West. ”

He watches you roll your eyes. “Hey! I said I’m not gonna let you make her the witch! Big difference! Besides, the Wicked Witch of the West was my favorite character!” you say a little smug.

Katsuki rolls his eyes as well. “That don’t surprise me,” he says sarcastically.

You stand, walk around to place a kiss on his forehead and grab his plate to clean up from breakfast. Something is still bothering him though. He grabs your wrist, “What about my farm? I’m not gonna fucking lose this place. It’s my home.”

You slip onto his lap and he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. You cup his cheek and he immediately closes his eyes and leans into your touch. Then you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly. “Oh easy peasy. We’ll just offer a better price. They sell it to you for a better number, you pay it and they get their money. Everybody wins…except maybe Joja, but who cares.”

Katsuki chuckles darkly “yeah, lemme go down to my gold room and grab a coupla wagons full of money to give em,” he says then tacks on a “That’s sarcasm Sweets,” for good measure.

“Har har. How much is the farm selling for?” you ask, still easy going and optimistic. His throat goes dry after he tells you the amount and your optimism almost vanishes completely.

“Holy shit, your farm is worth that much?” you ask incredulously.

He tries not to sound too smug when he replies “‘Parently so,” but the twist of your lips into a cute little pout tells him he’s not as good as hiding it as he thought.

You sit in his lap, kicking your feet in the air and absentmindedly playing with his fingers as you think. This is the calmest he’s been all morning. He loves watching your brows knit together and your lips pucker while you think but he likes it even more when your face lights up with an idea.

You stand quickly, back to him as you stare off at nothing. “Oh my god. I’ve got it.”

“The hell are ya talkin’ bout?” Katsuki asks, standing with you.

“Holy shit, so some good will actually come out of this thing. I owe Nejire a drink.” you mutter to yourself. Katsuki clears his throat to gather your attention again. What the hell are you muttering about? What thing?

Suddenly, you whip around to face him, a giant smile on your face. “How would you and the gang like to go to an art show?”

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Thanks for reading!

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[kingsofeverything]

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I have been tagged! by @disgruntledkittenface @jacaranda-bloom @haztobegood but I wanted to tag EVERYONE so follow the above instructions :D

When they play True American, Harry never keeps track of time, but it doesn’t feel like long before the last pawn is gone, and Zayn lifts the bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips to win the game.

“I’m the winner,” Zayn whispers, taking another sip of whiskey.

“Congrat— Congratulations, Z. I’m going to bed now,” Harry says, tossing his empty beer can in the direction of the recycling bin, and stumbling towards his room. He has the presence of mind to take off his lace shirt, but forgets to close his door, and once he’s starfished across his bed, he’s not getting up.

“Harold!” Louis grabs Harry’s ankle and pulls. “Harold, get up. You said— You said not to go to bed until you peed. You told me— You said— You said remind you to pee.”

“No…” Harry tries to kick him away, but Louis is surprisingly agile for how many beers he’s had, and he snatches Harry’s other ankle in midair, dragging him off the bed like a backwards wheelbarrow.

When he gets Harry halfway off the bed, Louis drops his legs, and gets between them, circling his arms around Harry’s middle. He tries to lift Harry, but somehow Harry winds up kneeling on the floor in front of his bed with Louis draped over his back.

“I’m up!” Harry shrieks, blush heating his cheeks as he pushes himself off his bed and clambers to his feet, shoving Louis’ hands away from his hips.

“Don't yell at me,” Louis grumbles petulantly.

“Sorry,” Harry says. He starts towards the door and trips over his boots, but Louis catches him before he falls. “Oops!”

“Hi,” Louis mutters. He doesn’t let go of Harry’s waist until he’s safely in the hallway, then he drops his hands, but follows right behind Harry all the way to the bathroom.

“What’re you doing?” Harry asks as Louis steps up the urinal beside him. The sound of Louis peeing answers his question, and Harry giggles, peeking over the divider.

“Harold!” Louis laughs and covers Harry’s eyes with his hand.

“Can't see to pee! Can’t see to pee!” Harry yells, words echoing around the tiled bathroom.

“Stop lookin’ at my junk!” Louis yells back, pushing Harry’s face away and dropping his hand.

“Wasn’t,” Harry insists.

“Liar,” Louis steps away from the urinal, and Harry realizes he’s finished too, giggling as he tucks himself into his flannel pajama pants.

When he turns around, Louis is gone, and Harry pouts the whole way back to his room.

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[caramelcal]

someone you loved

Request: Hi, could you write some Luke Patterson x Reader based on Someone you loved from Lewis Capaldi, please? But I also would like a happy end if it is possible, although the song is sad one. Thanks in advance :)

Word Count: 2k

a/n: hellooo! its currently 1:15 am and i have school tomorrow lol...im so tired but i needed to finish this so enjoyyy! 

Masterlist

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy I need somebody to heal Somebody to know Somebody to have Somebody to hold It's easy to say But it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain 

Remembering that day was something that you found yourself doing constantly, which was incredibly unfortunate. As you sat up in your room, curled up in a ball your mind drifted to him, the way the other girl had her arms around him, something you and only you were supposed to you.

You remembered the way she leaned against him, her body against his, her short tank top doing nothing to stop her skin from coming in contact with Luke.  Anger had bubbled in your chest as well as your throat tightening up, fists clenching at your sides. You saw the way her lips were pressed against his. Against your boyfriend’s. He pulled back away from her, and the way she went up to his ear, whispering seductively before her eyes caught onto you. Then she smirked.

Luke’s bandmates surrounded him, Bobby with two girls, both with the same minimal clothing that the one that was all over your boyfriend was wearing, Reggie was pawning over one that walked slightly in front of him and Alex looked dreadfully uncomfortable. Yet, you didn’t care about them, all you cared about was the way that girl was all over Luke. And if things couldn’t get any worse, whilst she maintained eye contact with you, she whispered in his ear again, why the hell was he not pulling away from her? Suddenly, after the girl said something, pointing a manicured finger in your direction, and his head snapped over to where you were, your eyes flickering between him and the girl, who was now walking backward away from him like her job was done.

“You know what, Patterson?” You shouted angrily at the boy, getting the entire group’s attention, “Fuck you, we’re over.”

And with that, you stormed off. Yet, it was weeks later and you were still crying about it, you missed the way put his arms around your stomach, pulling your back against his chest, the way he laughed with you, the way he cried with you, how he would have one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh when he was driving, you missed the way you blasted songs and just sang together. You missed everything and even though he hurt you, you still love him.

Now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Trying to convince yourself to get ready and go out after so many days of staying in your dark room, in pajamas, and wallowing in self-pity was hard but you did it. You got out of bed, got ready, and went on your way to get a drink at the local cafe; a hangout place that a lot of the students at your school used. You planned on meeting a friend here, but as you walked in and you saw him in there you knew it was a bad idea.

It wasn’t only him either, his bandmates were there too, talking, conversing and he had his arm around another girl. You shouldn’t have been surprised if he was willing to get with a girl when you guys were together, why would it be any different in the weeks after your break up? You’re staring at them for a while before one of them notices you, Reggie, smiling at you and waving you over.

“Y/n! Come over and join us for a milkshake!” Innocent Reggie. You don’t miss the semi-discrete nudge that Alex gives Reggie. He always did seem like the one person in the band with half a brain cell, and he was nice too. He looks up at you, casting you a sympathetic smile as Bobby, who again has another girl with him informs Luke that you’ve arrived. Yet, as your eyes catch onto him, you can’t help walking out.

He frowns at your retrieving figure, his body itching to run out and ditch everyone here to get you but he doesn’t as Bobby nudges him again, “Dude forget about her.”

Luke doesn’t say anything as he hesitantly nods, looking down and meeting eyes with Alex, who is sitting across from him. Luke had known Alex long enough to know what look he was giving him: almost begging him to chase after you, knowing that both you and Luke would benefit from it. But he didn’t. Luke stayed exactly where he was, arm slung over the girl’s shoulder.

He didn’t even remember the girl’s name, she wasn’t a bad looking girl but she wasn’t you. She was nice, but she didn’t know Luke as you did, she didn’t have a laugh that she hated but Luke found so adorable like you. Bobby said that these girls were distractions, to get Luke’s mind off of you but even as he sat there at that moment, not a single one of his thoughts strayed from you.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you Now, I need somebody to know Somebody to heal Somebody to have Just to know how it feels It's easy to say but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape

Sleep did not come easy to you that night, it never did without Luke there but after seeing him today at the cafe, you couldn’t even take a sip of water without being reminded of Luke. You knew it wasn’t a great idea, but you needed to clear your head, and if this was the only way to do it then so be it.

With your coat clung tightly around your body, you venture down the street, the window blowing softly against your face. It’s creepy, not something you saw in the peppy little town but as you walked down dimly lit streets, the streetlights buzzing slightly overhead you couldn’t help but feel a little jumpy. 

“You shouldn’t be out here at this time,” You hear a voice call from the shadows, making you jump around with eyes wide. You walk backward slightly as your head whips around, trying to catch where the voice came from as you catch onto his figure.

Clad in a plaid red flannel, Luke leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest with eyes trained on you. You clear your throat, feeling a blush rise to your throat at the thought of Luke seeing you so on edge as you speak, “Luke.”

He’s rather far away from you, still lazily leaning against the building wall with his hair in its usual messy way. You liked it like that. The chain on his jeans rattles slightly as he shifts to face you, but still stays leaning against the wall, “y/n.”

It’s quiet for a few moments and for the first time in forever you feel incredibly uncomfortable around Luke. Even before you two got together you had always felt comfortable with Luke; at home. He can feel how much you don’t want to be there, he’s always been able to read you and you aren’t hiding your awkwardness well.

“Well if that’s all,” You say, clearing your throat as you eagerly swivel on your feet to go in the direction you came in, suddenly feeling like going home.

Yet, as you start to walk, you can’t help but stop when you hear Luke chuckle. Did he find this funny? When you peer back at him, seeing him shake his head as he continued to chuckle quietly, “What?”

“Nothing,” Luke dismisses but yet continues to laugh. His hands are in his jean pockets now, a smirk evident on his face.

“Clearly it’s something, what are you finding so funny?” You ask, not hiding how defensive you are you speak. You’ve completely turned towards him again, eyes watching the guitarist’s figure as he calms his laughing down.

Kicking his feet off of the wall, Luke stands up, walking closer to where you stand in the middle of the sidewalk. He pretty much closes the gap between the two of you, until he’s about a foot away from you, peering at you with hazel eyes.

“I just think it’s funny how because we broke up you think we can’t even speak to each other anymore.”

You almost stutter as you break eye contact with the boy. You knew that whatever you said was probably going to lead to an argument and honestly, that was the last thing you wanted right now, “I have to get going.”

“No you don’t,” Luke swiftly responds, shaking his head at you as your eyes snap back up to him, leaving him to rock on his heels.

Your eyes close into slits as you feel annoyance bubble in your stomach. Even if Luke did know when you lied, he should know to let it go, to avoid confrontation but maybe he wanted this, “I left without letting my parents know. If I’m just missing from my bedroom they’ll probably be worried.”

“Your parents aren’t even home, y/n, they’re away on a trip,” You can’t hide the surprise on your face when Luke says that. How he knew that was beyond you because no one else knew but you and your parents. Yet, he elaborates, eyes never leaving you, “even if I couldn’t tell when you’re lying, y/n, I would still know. Your parents stopped me on the way out of town saying they were leaving town for a bit and wanted me to keep an eye on you. They’re worried y/n, ‘said you haven’t been yourself lately. You didn’t tell them we broke up, did you?”

Lips apart, you stare up at Luke, shaking your head, voice quiet and low, “I couldn’t. They really liked you. I couldn’t tell them you cheated.”

“You wouldn’t have to because I didn’t.”

“I saw you, Luke! I saw you with that other girl!” You yelled, your voice no longer low as you felt the rage start to bubble at the bottom of your chest again. The fact that you caught him in the act and he still denies it angered you, why couldn’t he just own up to it? “Are you going to say I imagined it? That I didn’t see anything?”

“I’m not, no,” Luke replied, keeping his voice calm as he shook his head, “What I am going to say is that you don’t know what you saw.”

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes I fall into your arms I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

For now the day bleeds Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Suddenly, everything made sense. It wasn’t his fault and you felt so dumb. You were almost speechless after he finished talking, leaving both of you in silence for several moments.

“I-I’m sorry,”

“Why are you sorry?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at you.

“I should have let you explain and we wouldn’t be in this mess, we both wouldn’t have been-”

Luke doesn’t let you finish, almost feeling how guilty you felt for immediately assuming the worst of him. He knew it wasn’t your fault, he would have been just as angry if he was in the situation you were, “Hey it’s alright. I should’ve run after you and explained everything then.”

You don’t say anything as he pulls you into a hug, a warmth that you had yearned for over the past few weeks. He has a hand on your back, holding you close, and a hand on the back of your head, softly running his fingers through your hair.

“I missed you so much,”  He whispered to you, leaving you to hug him closer to you, to enjoy the warmth before it disappeared again. You never wanted to let go, you felt safe in his hold, you felt at home.

He placed a soft kiss against the top of your head, still holding you close before you looked up at him, “I missed you too, Lu.”

He flashes you a soft smile, one that had always melted your heart, “How about we go home, huh?”

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Hello you told me not to hold back so I’m gonna be ANNOYING feel free to ignore indefinitely until you’re feeling it but I’m gonna send you like a bunch of prompts cause I can’t sleep and am stalling finishing my own fic.

First one: Bobby (obviously), Reggie or Luke or friends I don’t even care, tea and blankets

lol hi have a rebuke cuddle-puddle disaster, also available on ao3 here. warning for swearing and very vague allusions to physical child abuse.

i guess we belong to each other | reggielukebobby | 1.8k words

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Luke has his guitar in his lap and his writing notebook by his side even though it's late at night. He's playing his acoustic, so that he has no chance of stirring Bobby's parents from where he's sat in their studio, and though he'd never admit it to anyone, it's cold enough that he's found one of Alex's hoodies in the back of the studio, a black one Alex never wears any more, and he's bundled up in it to try to fight off the chills. He regrets storming out earlier this evening — not because his parents might be worried, he's still too mad at them for that, but because he misses his own warm bed in a house with central heating.

But it's late, and he doesn't want to bother Bobby, who's already been generous enough as it is (and is exceptionally grumpy when he's woken in the middle of the night). So Alex's old hoodie, smelling vaguely of the dusty studio and distantly of Alex, will have to do.

A noise distracts Luke from his writing. Something outside the studio, maybe an animal, but it sounded like footsteps. Cautiously, he draws his guitar closer, running through what he could say if it's Bobby's parents, his heart suddenly rabbit-fast in his chest.

A head pokes through the door.

Luke's shoulders drop with relief.

It's Reggie.

He looks a little scruffy, not like himself, because usually Reggie pays such close attention to his appearance, fusses over his hair and colour-codes his outfits and shaves with the precision of a professional painter. But he kinda looks messy, which makes Luke's stomach feel even colder than the air around him.

“Oh! Hey, man,” Reggie laughs, putting on a big smile, and it'd fool anyone else — Reggie's too experienced at this for his own good. “I didn't know you'd be here!”

“Hi, Reg,” says Luke, sounding a little distracted even to his own ears as he carefully looks Reggie over. He's not walking like he's been hurt, and there are no visible injuries. So that's something. Jesus, Luke wouldn't know what to do if Reggie turned up here with a fresh version of the bruises Luke sometimes catches him trying to hide. “You, uh — you good?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Reggie agrees easily, saunters into the studio and slumps down on the couch next to Luke. The relaxed way he moves soothes Luke's worry somewhat. “The house was just — ugh. You know how they can be.” Looking over at Luke, Reggie adds, “Hey, isn't that Alex's hoodie? I was wondering what had happened to that.”

“Hey!” Luke sputters, a little defensive. “He didn't, like, loan it to me or anything, it was just here! I found it.”

“It is cold,” Reggie concedes, pulling his flannel a little tighter around him. “Wish I'd brought my jacket, but it was in the kitchen and I didn't wanna. I dunno. Didn't wanna get in the way.”

Luke nods, puts his guitar to the side so he can press up against Reggie's side. Hip to hip, his cheek on Reggie's shoulder, links their ankles together and puts an arm over Reggie's stomach. Almost automatically, Reggie links his arms around Luke in turn.

Honestly, Luke was intending to steal some of Reggie's body heat, but after Reggie's walk outside and in such a thin layer, he thinks Reggie's probably leeching his own. Luke lets him go ahead; Reggie seems to need it more than he does.

They sit for a moment, both unusually quiet, huddling and not talking. Not so much for a lack of things to talk about, but more because any topic that comes to Luke's mind feels insurmountably complex and emotional. There’s so much stuff he can't tell Reggie — so much stuff Reggie isn't telling him. So they sit together and try to create some warmth without the need for disclosure.

Until there's another set of scuffled footsteps outside.

“Not Alex too,” Reggie sighs, at a whispered volume so that the newcomer can't hear him, “he squirms so much in his sleep, man, I can't share this pull-out with him again.”

Luke muffles a laugh with the back of his hand, but he can't help worry it's Alex, too. Things have been... okay, he thinks, with Alex's folks since he came out, but he also knows Alex hoped for better. Suspects there are things Alex isn't telling them (so they all have that in common).

But it's not Alex. Preceded by an armful of blankets that he's almost tripping on, Bobby staggers in, still in his pajamas and with his eyes almost all the way closed. “Luke? It's fucking freezing, I thought I'd—” He stops when he gets far enough in to see Reggie on the couch too. “Oh, shit.”

“Hey, Bobby,” says Reggie, voice a little nervous. “I hope it's okay that I—”

“Shut up,” Bobby grumbles, and dumps the whole pile of blankets on top of Reggie. “You guys are stupid. You're both out here, in the freezing cold, and neither of you come wake me up?”

“We didn't want—” Luke starts, at the same time as Reggie insists, “You were sleeping—!”

“Idiots,” Bobby growls, rubbing his eye with his sweater paw and yawning. He looks stupidly cute, like a little kid. “You're idiots, and I hate dealing with you. I'll be back.” Turning to leave the studio again, he turns back and adds, “Hurry up and burrito yourselves in those blankets, I swear to god. And Luke, isn’t that Alex’s hoodie?”

“He left it—!” Luke starts, but Bobby’s already gone, leaving Luke with Reggie, cackling at him.

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By the time Bobby returns, Luke and Reggie have folded the couch out into its bed form, and are snuggling under the several blankets, giggling together as they talk about how grumpy Bobby had been.

“We should have woken him up,” Reggie snorts, “I think then he would have been less pissed.”

“I would have,” Bobby agrees, sounding somewhere between menacing and amused, as he reappears over them. His hair is all shaggy in his face. He's carrying a teapot. And cups. “Sit up.”

Luke does right away, Reggie pulling himself up a little slower. Bobby sits cross-legged at the foot of the couch-bed, tucking his socked toes under his own legs to keep warm, and pours them each a mug of what smells like peppermint tea. Suddenly, Luke can't imagine anything better in the world. When Bobby offers him a cup, he takes it eagerly, wrapping his cold hands around it and enjoying the steam wafting up to his face.

“Wow,” says Reggie softly, eyes wide, “thanks, Bobby.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Luke echoes, letting out a sigh as he takes his first sip.

“Forget it,” Bobby says, a little bitey. Luke knows it's because Bobby hates being seen as nice, so he doesn't take it personally, and he knows Reggie won't either. He has his own cup, which he drinks as though it's done something to offend him, scowling off into the corner of the studio. Reggie nudges Bobby with his foot from under the layers of blankets, and a tiny smile tugs at Bobby's mouth as he nudges Reggie back with his elbow.

After the cup of tea, Luke feels better. He feels warmer on the inside, now, and sleepy too. Reggie is starting to get that dopey, slow blink that shows he's on the verge of sleep as well. Bobby clears his throat and holds out a hand, beckoning for their empty cups. Luke and Reggie hand them over.

“Okay,” says Bobby, after a pause. “G'night, guys.” He goes to stand, but Reggie leans forward and catches Bobby's sleeve.

“Would you stay?” he asks, as if he can't help himself, as if on sheer impulse, but he doesn’t look embarrassed afterwards.

“Reg!” Luke says, a little startled. “It's cold out here, he won't want—”

But he sees Bobby's face, and he stops himself. Because he can see it in Bobby's eyes. That he does want. He’s Bobby, so he won't say it, his mouth pressed into a thin line, his gaze fixed on some point behind Luke and Reggie's heads, but Luke has known Bobby for too long to miss something this obvious, no matter what else Bobby can hide from him.

“That being said,” Luke backtracks hurriedly, “it would be warmer with you here, Wilson. I'm happy to be a leech.”

“That's all I'm good for, huh?” Bobby snorts, but he's already setting the mugs down on the floor near the side of the bed, already shuffling the teapot down there too. He hops up for a moment, and Luke wonders where he’s going, before he realises Bobby is just switching off the light. When Bobby comes back, he pauses, like he's not sure where he fits, and Luke and Reggie make eye contact for only a second before they move apart, leaving a space in the middle.

Bobby looks even less sure of himself, eyebrows knitted, jaw tight. His hands flex and one of them twists in the hem of his sweater. Luke gets it. It looks too much like it's on Bobby's behalf, like they’re doing it to make space for Bobby. Bobby’s always had trouble accepting anything that seems like it’s for his own benefit.

“I already sucked all Reggie's warmth up,” Luke explains.

“Yeah,” Reggie agrees immediately, and Luke loves him, “and you're warmer than Luke anyway, man. I wanna huddle with you. As a penguin, you would be my first-choice huddle-buddy.”

Bobby barks a laugh. “The fuck? What does that even mean?” Finally, he wriggles his way under the blankets in between them, and rolls his eyes when they both throw limbs over him right away, twining legs and arms together and resting cheeks on his chest.

“Like, if we were penguins. You know? In the winter?” Reggie says, like this is totally obvious and self-explanatory. “If I was a penguin, I'd be looking for the Bobby-penguin in the winter huddle to stick close to.”

“Aaand I'm at my capacity for dumb shit,” Bobby says, closing his eyes pointedly, but it's a scam, because his hands come to run through Luke and Reggie's hair. “Goodnight, morons.”

“Goodnight, Bobby,” they chorus. This close, Luke could almost brush noses with Reggie, has to try to focus his eyes to keep Reggie from getting blurry. Reggie sticks his tongue out at Luke just a little, and Luke grins back, links his fingers with Reggie’s over Bobby’s stomach, rubbing over Reggie’s knuckles until Reggie’s fingers don’t feel so much like icicles. When Luke uses his free hand to tug the neckline of Alex’s hoodie up over his nose, the familiar smell of the third piece of his heart soothes him right down.

The feel of Bobby’s fingernails on his scalp makes Luke’s eyelids flutter, and before he knows it he’s dopey, the world feeling blurrier and safer and cozier. Honestly, more like home than his own house would have. He no longer daydreams of returning to his own warm bed. Instead, he feels the way Bobby’s chest rises and falls with his breaths, pushing his and Reggie’s joined hands up and down. If he listens closely, Luke can hear Bobby’s heartbeat, familiar and steady.

Maybe the cold isn't all bad.

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