#I'm so sleepy but I'm not gonna get over this until we get an answer

[ray2509]

"are you really sure you'll pass this test?", samu stared at you waiting for you to answer while you were chewing on your pen instead of solving the equation right in front of you.

"listen, I'm trying. it's hard. i understand the concept I just have no motivation to keep going on its boring and annoying and I just wanna get it over with!" you replied before resting your head on samu's study table. samu knew you were trying, you're good at almost all subjects, even basic mathematics is fine but statistics is something that even he struggled with but if you end up failing this exam you'll be done for and you'll be held back this semester. which is why he decided to tutor you over the weekend after he saw you sobbing in your dorm. he's been friends with you for a pretty long time but he's never seen you cry over academics. you're not the brightest student yet you end up getting good enough marks everytime.

"fine then let's make a deal. if you end up finishing this module by tonight I'll make your favourite dish tonight and I'll also pack it up for you so you can have it later" he said as he pulled your chair closer to his. you were real close to his face this time. samu smelled like heaven, he was a guy very particular about his hygiene which he learned a hard way when he got rejected last time because a girl said he smelled like rotten meat. since then everytime you've been next to him he's smelled like a garden and it's gotten you a bit horny you won't lie. you held back a smile when samu had pulled you towards himself you were still very close to his face and lost in thoughts when he poked your forehead so that you pay attention.

"sounds tempting I'll give it a try ONLY if you promise to also make my favourite dessert", you replied as you shifted a bit back, resting your head on samu's gaming chair. he gave you that to sit on so that you study comfortably.

"done. I'll go prepare the food and you finish the rest of the sums. and remember if it's not done then no favourite food tonight", he smiled and gave you a kiss on top of your head as he left.

Osamu Miya was a huge guy and everyone knew that. Before you had become friends with him he was actually your party crush as in everytime you were attending a party on campus he was the one you looked for since he was always there at some or the other party. He is tall, broad, had an athlete's built and you had just gotten out of a relationship so hooking up with him seemed like the only idea you had in mind that was until you came to know he has a girlfriend. You did end up becoming friends with samu tho but maybe that little crush you had on him never fully left and you were always reminded of that while you were around him.

after an hour samu entered the room to check up on you but he couldn't find you in the room so he started calling out your name throughout the house. he was relieved when you told him you're in the bathroom taking a quick shower as you felt really sleepy and maybe cold water would help with that. while you were showering your clothes that were hanging on the hook fell directly into the tub, your literally only pair of clean clothes that you had here. you called out samu's name and asked him to bring you any clothes he could find. now you're a not skinny, nowhere near skinny but osamu was huge enough for his clothes to fit you so the tshirt wasn't an issue at all. it was the shorts that wouldn't go up your hips. you gave up after a while and decided to spend the rest of the time there in your panties and his oversized tshirt.

"hey look i finished cooki-" samu looked you up and down, his eyes huge as if they were gonna pop out of the sockets anytime soon now. "wow uhh wow uhhh" he was trying to find words but he couldn't.

"will you finish the sentence lol" you smirked as you took the plate from him and headed towards the room. "come inside we have to finish the syllabus remember?"

samu followed you trying his very best to keep his eyes up but he couldn't help but take a sneak every few seconds at your plush thighs.

"i finished half of it I'll do the rest later" you said while you were eating, focused on your food completely unaware that samu was now fully hard and trying to keep that hidden from you by covering it up with a pillow. with every passing second it just kept getting worse for him, he was struggling pushing the pillow down but it kept popping up. you were immersed in the amazing food though so you hardly noticed.

"samu this is so good this is like a a lot better than the last time you made it did you change something in the recipe?", you just finished munching and looked up to see samu's face red and a pillow between his legs. "are you okay? do you have a fever samu?", you asked him, interfering his wild train of thoughts. samu never said it out loud but he had started liking you the day y'all became friends. your cute smile, your loud laughs, your pretty hair, your gorgeous eyes had all turned him crazy for you. he couldn't help but go on and on and on about it to tsumu everytime he came home after meeting you. this is also why he had wanted to tutor you as he thought you'd spend a lot more time together.

"oh yeah dw I'm fine", too distracted by you samu removed his hand from the pillow which sprung up and fell down, your jaw was on the floor now you had never gasped this way ever in your life.

"samu what"

"listen oh fuck", he stood up and ran towards the washroom. you followed him immediately,he was locked inside. you knocked on the door and called out his name but he just wouldn't budge.

"FINE I'LL THROW THE FOOD AND FAIL TOMORROW'S EXAM", you shouted hoping he'd come out now. it worked, he was out in a sec.

"why are you hard as a cactus samu"

"uhh idk morning wood ig"

"samu it's 4pm. what morning wood......"

"fine it's you. it's your gorgeous thighs and the fact that you're wearing my oversized tshirt and also i guess you're not wearing a bra", he said mumbling the last few words.

"do you like me or is it just because you're seeing me like this and I'm just any girl"

"well yeah I've liked you for a while"

samu was red, he was embarrassed and ashamed and a million thoughts were running in his mind. now that he had told you that he likes you would you not talk to him, how would you react etc etc but you did something he didn't expect. you tiptoed, put your arms around his neck and kissed him. he was surprised for a second but then he held your waist and kissed you back. his hands wandering around your waist, sliding down to your ass groping you. then he slid his hand up your shirt to grab your boobs. you could feel his cock throbbing against you. he picked you up and took you inside his room and gently placed you on the bed, kissing your neck and caressing your thighs. you flipped him over.

"let me take care of you samu" you said before you got on your knees at the end of the bed and pulled his shorts down revealing his big throbbing cock leaking precum. you'd never had someone as big as him before. you swirled your tounge around his tip as you pumped his shaft.

"fuck y/n please you're driving me crazy", he said as he threw his head back.

you continued to stroke his cock with your hands while sucking on his balls as he grunted in pleasure, stiffling a moan but a quick lick against his shaft made him moan loud enough. samu was desperate to cum and he was already close as he had fantasized about this day for years now and now he's finally had it, his long throbbing length deep inside your mouth with your plump lips around them. you started opening your tshirt and watched samu gape at your tits and even before he could register it you put his cock in between your tits pumping him up and down while you licked his red plump tip occasionally. samu couldn't hold it in any longer and released his thick cum in spurts all over your face. he sat back trying to catch his breath while you got up and snuggled beside him.

"i like you too you know"

#osamu chubby reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu chubby hcs #osamu x reader #miya osamu #miya twins #osamu miya #haikyuu plus size #haikyuu links #friends #friends to lovers #friends to more #smut #haikyuu smut #sex with miya osamu what else OMG #haikyuu reader angst #haikyuu reader #haikyuu

[chipistrate]

Still trying to figure out why Vanessa said she "made it herself" while holding the Vanny mask in Help Wanted

Her outfit was obviously based on the mask, but it's a technician mask- not something she made herself, or even something she should've had- so why was it there and connected to her being Glitchtrapped??

With how heavily it was connected to Vanny and her being glitchtrapped, people fairly assumed she'd made it herself- but since that's not the case anymore, what the hell is the connection here

#Chip Chatter #HW2 spoilers #Help Wanted 2 spoilers #<- they kinda confirmed this in Ruin but just 2 be safe #all I can think of is that she played HW1 through the Vanni mask or just stole one earlier on in her glitchtrapping as a disguise #but NEITHER of those mean she made it #so what was that line all about!! #I'm so sleepy but I'm not gonna get over this until we get an answer #cause right now it just feels like Steel Wool or Scott wanted to use the mask more but didn't know how #so they just changed its existence and forgot about that line entirely #girl what did you MAKE #the fucking glitchtrap plushie??

[bakupom]

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 - 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ↣ bakugo becomes sleepy and asks you to shave his face for him.

𝐰/𝐜 ↣ 0.5k

𝐚/𝐧  ↣ this is a repost from my old account! i'm moving blogs lol

“hey, come to the bathroom real quick” you read from your phone after receiving a text from bakugou. you sighed and got out of bakugou’s cozy bed, heading for the bathroom to see what he wanted. 

“what do you want katsuki? you were supposed to come back to your room like 10 minutes ago so we could watch a movie.” you huffed as you walked into the bathroom and were greeted by bakugou who was only wearing a towel around his waist. 

“stop being such a brat, it didn’t even take that long. anyways, i called you in here because i need your help.” he declared.

“YOU need MY help? the world is ending.” you joked while giggling to yourself.

“oh just shut up” bakugou grumbled while holding back a smile. without any warning, he wrapped his hands around your waist and hoisted you up onto the bathroom counter.

“are you trying to fuc—”

“don’t.” bakugou quickly said before you even got to finish your sentence. “shave my face.” he continued while handing you a razor and shaving cream. 

“and you couldn’t do this yourself because…?” you laughed while grabbing the supplies from him.

“i like it when you do it. plus, i’m tired” he stated simply.

“fine you manchild. first, let’s swap positions” you said while stepping down from the counter.

“why? you won’t be able to reach me from there” he questioned confusedly while complying nonetheless.

“so i can do this” you said before getting back up to sit on his lap while wrapping your legs around him.

“so damn clingy” bakugou said in fake annoyance while trying to hide the blush creeping upon his face.

“you know you love it”  you said before you both landed into a comfortable silence while you shaved his stubble. looking up at him, you saw him already staring at you. 

“why are you staring at me you creep?” you joked while breaking the silence.

“because you’re so beautiful” bakugou freely complimented you without holding back or throwing in an insult.

“that’s how i know you’re tired” you laughed.

 “am i not allowed to compliment my girlfriend? i should’ve just called you ugly” he said while yawning and nuzzling his head into your chest as he wrapped his arms around your body. 

“katsu get off, you’re getting shaving cream on me! i have one more spot left.” you said while trying to free yourself from his grip.

“no. i’m tired. we’re going to bed now.” he mumbled before lifting himself up with you still on him and carrying you both to his bed.

reaching his room, he plopped you down on his bed and you looked at him with a scowl on your face.

“why are you looking at me like that?” he questioned, not laying down until you answered him.

“you got shaving cream all over my shirt.”

“stop whining, you know you can wear one of mine.” he sighed while handing you an oversized shirt from his closet. 

“yay!” you cheered while swapping your shirts.

“let’s go to sleep now” he sighed in relief as he entered the warmth of his bed and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist with you facing him.

“katsuki?” you said softly while stroking his face gently.

“hmm?” we hummed while nuzzling his face further into your hands.

“you know you’re going to have one patch of hair left on your face and you’re gonna look like an idiot, right?”

“go to hell”

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[rafesslxt]

HEYYY, I was wondering if you can write an imagine Abt Mattheo. It being the reader having a rough day, and shutting down. And Mattheo is just there letting her know that he's there for her

sorry for the late answer I‘m answering all the requests right now 🫶🏻 — hope you still enjoy

ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU | m. riddle

summary: mattheo comforts you after a rough day

warnings: none but mattheo being the cutest boyfriend ever 🫠

words: 1k

As soon as I enter the common room of my house Slytherin, i let my shoulders fall down, sighing loudly. My feet bring me towards my dorm that I share with Pansy who is currently still in class. I throw my bag in the corner of my side of the room and let myself fall down onto the bed.

I know there are always people who have a much worse day happen to them and all, but I couldn't help but feel just so.. drained and sad?

I let out a sigh again and stand up, walking towards my closet. After rumbling through it for a little bit, I find my boyfriends Hoodie he gave me. Before pulling it over my head I wrap both of my arms around it and take a deep breath of it's smell. It smells like his cologne and cigarettes but in a comforting way.

I take off my skirt too and put on some oversized grey sweatpants which are perfect for my current mood. I lay back down on my bed and look at the clock on my nightstand. It's almost an hour before Mattheo's last class is over. I groan and look at the ceiling, thinking about what I could do until I get the idea to write in my diary. It's the first opportunity to get some thought out of my head, writing them down always helped. My hand reaches into the drawer of my nightstand where I full out a black notebook Mattheo once gave me. He said it would be cute as a new diary since my old one got full.

So I start writing down everything that comes to my mind until I fall asleep with the notebook open beside my head and my pencil still in hand.

Suddenly I feel something pulling the pencil from my hand, bit my eyes were too heavy to open them. I knew that it is Mattheo instantly as I smelled his cologne over me like a little cloud. Then I hear him shuffling through my sheets until he pulls me closer to him, wrapping both his arms around my body which curls against his.

"Sleepy?" he mumbles against my hair before kissing my forehead. "Had a rough day." I mumble back, nuzzling my head more into his chest. "What happened?" he asks with a soft voice, his fingers slowly starting to go through my hair. I sigh and try to get even closer to him.

"At first I spilled juice all over my blouse at breakfast which lead me to coming too late to Professor Snape's class. Which is a big problem itself. Then I couldn't answer even one of his stupid questions for what he scolded at me but didn't deducted any points for Slytherin which lead the Gryffindors to scold at me." I could hear him chuckle at the last part. " After that my Quill broke, my potion brewed over in Professor Slughorn's class, and back in the yard where I wanted to take a deep breath, some first graders somehow managed to throw a ball against my head. But when they saw my face when I turned around they apologized. I heard them whispering your name when they ran away though." Again, I hear him chuckle at the last part.

"I just feel like shit, Mattheo." I sigh, feeling my eyes getting teary. "Oh baby come here." he pulls me on top of him, wrapping both his arms around me again, one hand massaging my scalp. " I'm here for you okay? And I promise tomorrow is gonna be better than today. Besides that we have a lot of classes together tomorrow, son everyone who eve try's to scold my princess, got a big problem with me by your side." He kisses my forehead again before placing his fingers on my chin, turning my face up to look at him.

"I'm always gonna be here for you baby." he whispers before putting his lips on my softly, almost careful as if they were to break. His fingers slide from my chin up along my jaw, then placing his palm on my cheek, pulling me a little closer to deepen the kiss.

When he slowly pulls

back he smiles at me and goes "felling better?" I nod with a little smile and kiss his jawline. "Thank you." I whisper against his skin before laying my head back on his chest.

"Just gonna cuddle you all evening hm." he says with a grin that I can hear. "That would be perfect."

And we did. We cuddled all evening, listened some music and talked about his day too. We talked about the upcoming holidays and how we're gonna spend them together for the first time in our relationship.

"I have an idea, but I have to get up for it." he says, playing with my fingers in his hand. I groan and shake my head. " No, then I don't like that idea." He laughs quietly and looks down at me. " Oh believe me, you'll love my idea when you see what It is." I groan again and roll off of him, wrapping my sheets which smelled like him now over me.

He stand up and walks towards my door. " I promise I'll try to be fast." he says before leaving my room. After around 15 Minutes I hear the door open again, turning around to see him walking in with two mugs in his hands. He kicks the door shut behind him with his foot and strolls over to me with a smirk on his lips. "What do you have there?" I ask, getting up on my elbow. He holds one of the mug in front of me so I can see the content. I gasp when I see what it is, my favorite drink. Hot chocolate with marshmallows. I sit up and take the mug out of his hand, a bright smile on my lips now. "How did you-" "Doesn't matter. Just enjoy baby." he smirks, taking a sip of his own, leaving a mustache of chocolate above his upper lip, making me giggle.

He grins at me cheeky and licks it off with his tongue, placing his mug on my nightstand. I do the same and lay back down with him, in his arms again. "Thank you Matty. I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart. I'll always be there for you."

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#slytherin boys #slytherin imagine #slytherin smut #mattheo riddle masterlist #mattheo riddle blurb #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle headcanon #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut

[strawbsstarz]

Drunk: Draco Malfoy x reader

kind of rushed but I was inspired

warning: none just fluff :)

~

2:30 am, the phone rings. Ring Ring! Draco groans at the noise, tossing in his bed, his peaceful slumber disrupted. He was about to turn his phone on silent when he caught a glimpse from his squinted eyes at the caller.

"Hello..?" He greets groggily, sleep still present.

The other line is silent, "...Hello?" He mutters again. *Hiccups* Draco, confused, takes his phone off his ear to check if the call was still there. As he was about to start talking again, the other line finally speaks.

"DrACoOo!" A burst of giggles following.

"Y/N?" He rubs his eyes trying to get rid of his tiredness, "..are you drunk?"

Another hiccup, "let's facetimeee...I missed youu~"

"Do you want me to come over?" He asks prompting himself up on his elbows.

"No!" Followed by another hiccup, "it's cold out."

"You're outside?" The sleepiness, no longer present, he gets up quickly and rushes to the front door while on the phone with her, "Who are you with? Where are you?"

The call echoes with giggles, "I don't know...I'm losttttt"

Draco falls into a panicked state, why was she drunk all alone in the middle of the night? "Stay on the phone with me, princess, okay? I'm coming right now."

He hears her giggle and hiccuping not giving a clear answer, he quickly checks her location and jogs over since it's nearby.

"Ooh Kitty!" Y/N exclaims excitedly, *hiccups* The phone can be heard falling on the ground, Y/N scooping the cat up in her arms, "Wanna comee home wit me?"

Sprinting now, he says "You're joking right?"

Draco sees Y/N hovered around a corner by a wall holding up a cat and petting it. He hears the cat's purr and meow on the phone. Despite being out of breath, he rushes to her.

Before he could scold her, Y/N puts down the cat and sprints to Draco engulfing him in a hug, "Draco!"

He wraps his arm around her waist, while the other is trying to keep her steady in her stance. As Y/N pulls away she excitedly does small jumps pointing to the cat,

"Look Draco!" She goes back to the cat scooping it in her arms, "Can we keeep him?"

A little taken aback, he shakes his head slightly, "No, Y/N, we're not keeping him, you're drunk right now."

"bUT he's so preciousss," she smiles as she pets the cat, "who's a good kitttyy?"

Draco sighs, "No, Y/N we can't keep a cat.."

She pouts at him, and as if the cat followed in her suit, meows and ironically, gives big puppy dog eyes at the boy.

"Fine, fine!" He reluctantly agrees, "Let's get you home okay, hold my hand so you don't fall"

While the two walked home together, Y/N still visibly drunk starts talking to the cat, "I'm gonna feed you soooo much food and loveee you and snuggle wiht you!"

Draco, slightly annoyed but finds it adorable, shakes his head as he grips tighter on his hold of her hand, "Hold tightly, Y/N, we can't have you tripping and falling here."

Y/N slowly trying to understand the situation, let's go of Draco's hand, "Umm excuse you! I have a boyfriend!" She states with her eyes half open.

In disbelief, Draco just stands there, "....I am your boyfriend."

Tilting her head, she asks, "What's your name?"

"Draco.."

"Prove it!"

He pinches the bridge of his nose, she's gonna be the death of me, "Love, I need you to hold my hand until we get home."

Y/N shakes her head, pouting "I can walk perfectly fine by myself! Plus, my boyfriend would get upset if he saw me with you, he'd definitely kick your ass!"

Draco puts his hand on his hip, "First off, you were stumbling and tripping over yourself a minute ago. Second, I am your boyfriend."

Y/N giggles as she stares at his face, going closer, "You look like him.."

He sighs.

"But he's soOO much more handsome *hiccups*"

"Are you trying to flirt with me right now?" He questions, somewhat amused.

"No! I wouldn't dare cheat!!" She says clutching the cat closer to her as it meows, as if it was agreeing.

Another sigh, Draco grabs Y/N's face in his hands, "Y/N, look at me."

With half lidded eyes, she looks at him, tilting her head in confusion, before getting into another set of giggles.

"Focus on my eyes, darling." Following his instructions, she does as she's told, mumbling grey.

"Good, now look at my hair." With one hand holding the cat, she lightly combs her fingers through his hair, "it looks blonde? noo! platinum?? Final ANSwer!"

He chuckles, "Now who am I?" He asks. Her eyes move their way down on his face, admiring and analyzing their features, before landing on his lips, tracing her fingers softly.

After a moment of staring she pulls away to sneeze, "Achoo!" She breaks out in a fit of laughter once again, and this time Draco joins her.

"Draco!" She finally recognizes him, "I missed you!" She pecks his lips.

Draco blushes slightly, but chuckles to himself as he pulls her closer to him guiding her once more to go home, along with their new cat.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy/you #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy x yn #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fic #harry potter reader insert #harry potter fanfiction #draco x reader #draco fanfiction #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys

[pablitogavii]

Your jealous fic was so great !!! Can you please write another but with Gavi as the jealous one ?

You hated when you and Pablo fought. It always made the rest of your day shitty as hell!

This morning he was in a sour mood and you thought it was because his knee was hurting but it was about you going out with your girls last night.

"I waited for you...when did you come back?" he asked in the morning.

"I came before midnight, Pablo. Medications always make you sleepy before that" you tried to explain but he wasn't believing you acting like an annoying child.

"And it was just you girls huh?" he asked and you knew where this was going. Pablo was a jealous guy!

"Yes, Pablo. It surely wasn't strippers all around us, por favor!" you say but he really took that seriously getting even more agitated.

"Mi amor, it was a joke. It was just us a girls having dinner together, te lo juro" you say touching his face but he was in no mood for it pulling away and you sigh.

"How could you just leave me here alone!?" he said and you sighed. It was your best friend's birthday and Pablo is the one who pushed you to go only to make you guilty about it now.

"You said I should go because it's her birthday! What's the matter now!?" you said and he just rolled his eyes going back to sleep as you got ready for uni.

"Pablo's just frustrated with injury and not being able to walk without crutches yet ..." your friend told you as you talked about it on your way to class.

"I know and I try to help him every day with it, but sometimes I just want to strangle him!" you were frustrated as well choosing to take a break from him until you get home. Your phone was on in case of an emergency but you weren't answering his attempts to apologize by sweet talking you.

pablito: I hope my girl has the best school day 💗

pablito: have you eaten yet nena?

pablito: i know i made you mad, but i'm waiting for you at home to cuddle

You had to admit that by the end of the school day, you were no longer angry and blushed every time you read his messages.

"You two are living a crazy love story!" your friend told you as you departed when school ended.

You came home looking for Pablo only to find him in your shared bedroom on your side of the bed cuddling to your pillow. How can you be angry at someone so adorable!?

"Pablo..." you said and he jumped looking at you with a big smile. You took of our coat and sat besides him as he pulled you down to kiss him warm lips.

"Nena, you're so cold! Come here and cuddle me" he said and you blushed nodding your head and laying down and he laid on your chest kissing all over your neck.

"I missed you...a lot" he said and you sighed playing with his hair and nodding your head.

"Are we gonna talk about what happened last night Pablito?" you ask and he kept quiet. Always the same things, he hated being the one wrong.

"Were you un poco celoso my though footballer?" you tease knowing he will defiantly react.

"No celos! Just worried!" he said and you chuckled nodding your head knowing there is no way he admits it.

"Bueno, but in case you were I want you to know that I was showing our pictures together all night...and I don't want anybody else...because you my though footballer are driving me loca" you say and he blushed nodding his head already feeling a bit sleepy as he nuzzled his face into your warmed up neck.

"Say it again nena" he said and you raised your eyebrows

"Hm..call me your though footballer again and see what happens" he smirks and you slap his shoulder reminding him of his injury before you both laughed and continued to cuddle the rest of the night.

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[grandlinedreams]

hi ! i came here to make a request for law hehe, you must be flooding in them, but the way you write him is mwah thank you so much ; i would like to know if you could write an scenario about how the first time having sex with law would be, i just think you would capture perfectly the sweetness and awkwardness of the moment. thank you in advance ! ive been lurking for a while and just now i had the courage to request something, i hope your doing well and have and excellent week ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ♡

OHGNG lays on the floor forever but pls i will never get tired of writing for Law or intimate stuff like pls,,,but also I hope I can do this justice for you!!

[!]: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

[Heads up!: virginity is just a social construct so inexperienced!Law, inexperienced!Reader, i'm saying post-wano bc i'm a sucker for the trope of 'we almost lost each other' dissolving into soft sex, reader is not verbally gendered but has gendered afab/fem aligned anatomy, fingering, unprotected sex (make informed decisions kids), soft sex/first time sex, handjob (m recieving), piv, cream pie]

“Are you asleep?”

“No,” comes the soft, sleepy rumble behind you, the push of a chin against your shoulder. Arm looped over your waist to keep you anchored against him, Law presses a soft kiss to a patch of exposed skin. “You could’ve joined the others.” 

The silence of the Polar Tang is admittedly a little eerie, but made innocent for the fact that everyone is out celebrating the defeat of Kaido ㅡ besides Law and yourself. You’d opted to hang back, made an excuse about your body still aching from your injuries, and Law’d simply stared until all pleas and demands for him to join the festivities went silent. 

“Didn’t want to,” you say, let your hand drift down to the one cinched at your waist, letting your fingertips dance across his knuckles. “Do you want me to leave?”

Law’s grip tightens on you, and you feel his lips against your skin again. “No.”

This side of him is rare where he allows himself to truly indulge in what he wants, legs intertwined with yours. There’s the soft scent of your shampoo, interlaced with the smell something medicinal ㅡ salve, rubbed carefully over healing wounds. None of them are of major concern now, but the reminder that he’d almost lost you sinks into Law like a blade, sharp and piercing the softest parts of him. 

But you’re alive, he reminds himself, and safe ㅡ tangled up with him in his bed on the Polar Tang, like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. And he’s here with you to enjoy the moment of soft intimacy, even as something warmer slowly bubbles in his veins. 

You roll to face him, one leg thrown over his as you squirm closer, hand against his cheek. “You frown too much,” you tell him, rubbing your thumb against the space between his eyebrows. “Gonna end up with wrinkles.”

“Strawhats fault,” he answers, eyes closing when you move to rub your thumb against the bridge of his nose. “Don’t tell me wrinkles are the dealbreaker for you.”

“Nope,” you tell him happily, move to trace the shape of his upper lip, then the lower. “You’re stuck with me for life, sorry.”

Law’s eyes open, gleaming as his lips quirk and he leans in, intent on kissing you. “Good.”

The brush of his lips to yours is warm and a little chapped but wholly familiar, and you hum as you let your own eyes slide shut, hand moving from his face to curl into his hair. Law makes a soft noise of approval at the light scrape of your fingertips against his scalp. Perhaps it’s leftover emotion from the last few days, relief that this is finally over, or something else entirely ㅡ but suddenly Law’s a lot more interested in kissing you.

Nipping at your bottom lip, Law muffles your noise of surprise as he deepens the kiss. The hand in his hair slides down to the back of his neck, kneading as he continues to swallow the little sounds you make. 

Your lips are puffy by the time he pulls away, a haze to your eyes that only feeds the needy warmth thrumming through him. He's aware that the two of you have never gone past kissing, never truly had time to delve any further ㅡ but now he wants, the stir of arousal between his legs as he stares down at you. 

He wants you. Wants you in your entirety, the good and the bad, greedily collecting everything you'll give him and tucking it away as something for him and him only.

It's the tentative knead of tattooed fingers at your hip that makes you freeze, the brush of fingertips against your bare skin as your eyes snap to Law's. "Can I touch you?"

It's a question that he's asked before in an entirely different context, brought you down from panic attacks and offered comfort and soft affection ㅡ but there's the flush of your cheeks and unsteady rise and fall of your chest and the building press of him in his pants that frames it in an entirely new light. 

"You can say no," he hurries to say, "I would never overstep a boundaryㅡ"

"Yes," you interrupt, swallowing hard as you keep your eyes on his fingers, the still weight of them on your body. "You can touch me, Law."

There's a flash of something in his eyes, nervousness that you don't often see as his fingers continue their slow creep beneath your shirt. 

There's the twitch and flex of muscle beneath soft, warm skin as he explores, eyes on your face to memorize every soft sigh and stuttered hitch of breath that he gets in response.

The brush of his thumb against a taut, pebbled nipple gets the first upward jerk of your hips and a whine, head pressing back against the pillow as Law tugs your shirt up completely and off of you. 

The sheets are cool against the rising warmth of your skin, flush creeping from your cheeks to the tips of your ears as he pinches and tugs at your nipples. There's still something analytical in his gaze despite the slow, instinctive rock of his hips against yours, chasing friction to feed the warm tug at the base of his spine. 

His own shirt follows next and he shivers at the drag of your own exploring hands, the curve of a fingernail against the dark swirls of ink on his chest and the answering spider web of pleasure that follows. 

One hand stays anchored at his back and the other continues to slide down, brushing the dusting of hair at his navel before pausing at the button of his jeans. It's a quiet question, one he answers with the press of his lips to yours. 

There's the soft pop of the button, drag of the zipper and shimmy of his clothing down enough that you can touch him. The curl of your fingers is tentative, but it still makes his hips buck, groaning against your mouth. 

He’s hot and hard against your palm and you drink in the noises he makes, the tuck of his face into your shoulder to muffle them as his hips rock into your hand. Slick stickiness weeps from his tip, making the slide of your hand easier, though you blink when he pulls away from you and reaches to ease your hand from him. “A-Am I hurting you? I’m sorry, I don’t know how toㅡ”

Law silences you with a kiss, fingers wrapped around your wrist. “You’re fine, I just…no. You didn’t hurt me.” It’s not hard to figure out what he’s alluding to from the pink of his cheeks, and your own darken. Oh. 

The hammering of your heart increases at the movement of Law’s hands at your hips, the last of your clothing tugged down before one of his hands is between your legs. The movement of his fingers is a little more sure than your own had been though no less gentle, watching your face like a hawk to make sure that he isn’t hurting you.

Your back arches as he adds a second finger, the curl of them earning a cry that makes you grateful that there isn’t anyone but Law around to hear it. The work of his fingers inside you gets steadier as pressure tightens in your lower stomach, hips rolling to chase it ㅡ and then Law is slipping his fingers free, making you whine in protest. 

“My apologies,” he murmurs, but there’s a teasing gleam to his eyes and curl to his lips as he continues, “but you make such pretty noises.”

You’re not sure that your cheeks can get any redder than they already are and you look away. “Hush.”

Law huffs a soft laugh as he peppers soft kisses against the column of your throat, nudging your legs apart enough that he can position himself properly. “Getting shy now? Cute.”

“You’re the one running your mouth,” you argue, curling a hand into his hair and tugging just hard enough that he groans in response. The nudge of him against your entrance brings you back to what you’re currently doing, and he pulls away to look at you. 

“We don’t have to…if you don’t want to.” Even now, he wants to make sure that you understand that you have just as much call in this as he does ㅡthe last thing that Law ever wants to do is to hurt you or ruin the trust that you have in him. 

You reach, caressing his face and smiling when he leans into it, the warmth of his face against your palm. “I trust you,” you murmur, coaxing him down for a kiss. 

The sink of his length into you is slow until his hips are flush against yours, one of his hands fisting into the sheets as he allows you to adjust. 

The roll of Law's hips starts out slow, though the pace picks up as you writhe beneath him, hands against his back to make him hiss at the dig of your blunt nails against his skin. 

It's quiet save for soft, punched out moans and the creak of the bed beneath you, the buzz of want and need sparking in your veins with every thrust of Law's hips against yours. 

The tension from before builds faster now, an ache that the drag of him inside you feeds as you manage to sling a leg around his hips and drag him closer to you. 

Law's hand wanders in from your hip to press his thumb against the little swollen bundle of nerves and rubbing tight circles into it.

Later you'll be embarrassed for how loud your cry of Law's name is, but right now the pleasure that floods your system makes it hard to focus on anything but him and how he's making you feel.

Your walls clench hard around Law, hard tension snapping like an over taut rubber band as you cum, clinging to him. Law's thrusts stutter, hissing at how tight you are around him before he's pressing as deep as he can and cumming as well, shuddering as he fills you. 

There's soft affection to be had in the come down of your highs, the thread of your hand through his hair and the soft praise murmured against your skin that makes your chest ache.

"Should clean up," Law finally mumbles, "before the others get back." 

You hum, shivering as he pulls free before climbing off of you and reaching to pick you up. "Better be cuddles after or I'm dumping you."

It's clear you're joking for the way you cuddle into him, and Law rolls his eyes, even as his expression softens. "Of course. Anything for you."

#ㅡmine. #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #anonymous #ㅡanswered.

[ddejavvu]

Mei that fratboy!Hotch fic was so good I’m growling 😭 He deserves it I cant even lie to you. If you want to, could you maybe write a part two? Where he grovels a little more and even when he tries to make a move on the Reader, she’s still a little apprehensive?

And you just know Garcias probably already found out what went down between those two in exactly 2 minutes and she just gives Hotch the 😑 every time he walks past her

part 1 // i'm so glad you liked it!! it was definitely a step away from what i usually do hehe // parts of this scene were definitely inspired by the comments on part one! thank you for sharing your ideas with me, i loved writing them <3

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When Morgan finally gets to his hotel room that night, dialing Garcia is the first thing he does. He takes off his gun while the phone is ringing, and she answers from her bed instead of her desk chair.

"Hello?"

He's filled with fondness at the fact that she's already groggy, probably watching ASMR videos before bed to rid her thoughts of the case they've been working on.

"Hey, babygirl," He greets her, "I need your detective skills."

"But you said you were done for the night," She whines, shifting beneath her blankets, "Derek, when a lady is told she can get in bed, she's going to get in bed. Especially when you tell a lady to get in bed."

He scoffs, "Hey. Keep it PG, PG."

"Whatever," She huffs, "A girl can dream. And a girl was about to dream, until you not-so-kindly called me up and asked me for more help. What is it this time?"

"It's something with Hotch," Derek hums, his belt buckle jingling as he unhooks it with his phone pinned between his shoulder and his cheek, "Remember that cafe you gave us the address to earlier? Where that woman Y/N Y/L/N was working?"

"Yeah," She hums, and Derek signs through his nose.

"Well apparently she and Hotch used to go out."

Derek has a split second to yank the phone away from his ear before Penelope shrieks into it. He barely beats the buzzer, and he can hear her excited squeals all the way from where he'd thrown his phone down onto the bed.

"Alright, alright," He speaks into the receiver, keeping the earpiece away from his head, "Quiet, sweetheart. If you screech that loud Hotch'll hear you."

"That's so exciting," Penelope gushes as Derek slips his jeans down his legs. He steps out of them, leaving them messily on the floor. He'll step right into them tomorrow morning, he doesn't feel the need to clean up. "Did they set up a date or something? Or- or flirt? Or kiss, did they kiss?!"

"Slow down, mama," Derek chuckles, leaning away from the phone just enough to slide his shirt over his head, "No, they were real awkward about it. When we left I asked Hotch and that's when I found out they'd dated."

"He should go in for breakfast tomorrow," Penelope gushes, "That would be perfect!"

"That's what I said," Derek lets his shirt fall to the floor, "But you're not listening to me, baby. Just stop talking for a sec."

"That is not my forte," Penelope warns, "Get to the point, Derek."

"He got really weird about it when I asked him. He was his usual grumpy grouchy self at first, but I guess I asked one too many questions or something, and he snapped. Stopped dead in his tracks, told me to stop talking, slammed the car door, everything. And I thought he was gonna break the steering wheel off on the ride back to the precinct, I swear."

Penelope mulls his words over, and he continues after taking a short breath, "There's something more that he's not telling me, Garcia, and I need you to find out what it is."

"Okay," She breathes, just as eager as Morgan, "Okay, uh- what kinds of questions were you asking?"

"Well, I asked how he knew her, then he said they were dating." Morgan recalls, "Then I told him to go get breakfast down there, and he said things ended 'poorly', whatever that means. And then I said I bet he could still get a date with her if he tried, and that's when he went all stone cold."

"Wait," Derek can picture the sleepy furrow in Penelope's brows, "You said you bet he could get a date with her, and he snapped at you?"

"Yeah, he said some shit like 'don't say that', real cryptic." Derek remembers with a grimace, "What're you thinking?"

There's a tense moment of silence, then Derek is humbled while standing near-naked in a hotel room.

"I'm thinking that you're lucky you can kick down doors," Penelope sighs, "And that you're handsome. Because otherwise I don't think they'd let you work for the government."

Derek's face scrunches in confusion, and he looks at his phone like it's the one insulting him, "What? What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you should get dressed," Penelope sighs, "Get some sleep, and let me take care of everything."

Derek scoffs incredulously, equal parts fond and exasperated, "Alright, pretty girl. I'll get some sleep. But- hey, what do you mean get dressed? Do you- how did you know I'm not dressed?"

Derek rarely feels the fear of god working for the BAU, but now he feels the fear of Penelope Garcia, "Can you see me?"

She delights in his terror, "No! Well, not now, but you're definitely less careful changing on face time than you should be. I just heard your belt, dummy, and I figured you were getting undressed for the night."

"Penelope," Derek signs shakily, "You are one scary woman."

"Why thank you," Derek can hear the cheesy grin in her voice, and he tugs on pajama pants while she speaks, "I'm going to need to be, to straighten things out with Hotch and Y/N."

"Oh yeah? Gonna show him who's boss, babygirl?"

"I'm gonna give him this really withering stare," She promises emphatically, probably practicing the expression as they speak, "My withering stare is lethal, you should be glad you've never been on the receiving end of it, hunk."

"Sounds terrifying," Derek chuckles, finally fully clothed now, "Alright, thanks Garcia. I mean it, I knew you could figure this out."

"Derek, honey," She croons, "A pigeon could have figured this out."

"Rude." Derek's eyes narrow, "Goodnight, meanie."

"Goodnight, birdbrain," She croons, "I'll keep you updated!"

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotchner angst

[fetusgooseandjuice]

I’d Do It Again For You

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: The tracksuits set fire to Kates apartment while she’s out on a mission with Clint. What will happen when Kate realizes you’re still inside?

Word Count: 3,872

Warnings: Apartment Fire | Violence | Hospitals

Kate was woken up by a persistent ring coming from her bedside table.  She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room and process what was going on.

When she realized it was her phone, Kate carefully reached over to grab it as she didn't want to wake you up; who was sound asleep with your head laid on her chest.

She looked at the lit up screen which read Clint Barton. Kate mentally groaned and pressed the green button to answer the phone, bringing it up to her ear, "I swear you're like nocturnal. Do you ever sleep?" Kate spoke quietly to not disturb you.

"The work for a hero never stops. You busy right now?" Clint asks from the other end of the phone.

Kate glances at the clock on the nightstand, "Yeah, it's one in the morning. I'm busy trying to sleep with my girlfriend which is something you should be doing too." she replied before going quiet, thinking about the words that just came out of her mouth.

"I- I'm not trying to sleep with Y/N like- like that. I mean I am, but- but not right now. And you shouldn't be sleeping with Y/N too, obviously. I meant that you should be sleeping with- with Laura, but also not like that, you know? You should be resting your eyes—"

"Are you done yet?" Clint questioned, interrupting her rant.

She squeezed her eyes shut out of embarrassment, "Yeah, yeah I'm done, sorry."

"Meet me at the end of the street in fifteen. I need your help with something." he informed her.

Kate gazed down at you, debating whether to go or not. You got so excited yesterday when she told you that she would take you out for the day today, and whenever she goes on missions everything is very unpredictable. She doesn't know if she'll be back in time to follow through with her promise to you.

But Kate knew she couldn’t turned this down, "Fine. But I have to be back before eight. Y/N's an early bird so she normally wakes up around that time, and I promised her I'd take her out today."

"I'll make sure you're back by then no problem. It should only take a couple hours anyway." Clint assured.

"Okay, see you in fifteen." Kate responded, ending the call.

She sighed and stared down at you for a couple more moments, brushing a few hairs out of your face before slowly slipping out from under you to get ready.

She put on her purple archery suit and the back quiver that held her arrows. She considered just leaving a note on her pillow in case she wasn't back before you woke up, and so that she didn't have to wake you. But she at least wanted to hear your voice before she had to leave.

Approaching the edge of the bed, she laid a hand on your side to coax you awake, "Hey, princess? Can you wake up for me for a minute?" she whispered.

You mumble some incoherent words that were slurred together from your sleepy state, making her lightly chuckle, "Hey, I've gotta run out and take care of something with Clint. Are you gonna be okay here until I get back?" she spoke softly.

At that, you opened your eyes and tried to focus them on her, "Are we still going out later?" you murmured.

"Yeah, of course, baby. I'll be back before you even wake up." she answered, caressing your side to reassure you.

"M'kay." you mumbled. "Be careful, Katie? Don't make any dumb decisions. Promise you'll come back to me in one piece."

A smile crept across her face, "I promise, darling." she leaned down to press a kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger there for a few moments before pulling away.

You frowned and gently grabbed her hand when she turned to walk away, and a confused expression settled upon her face.

"You missed." you said.

She noticed the pout on your lips and playfully rolled her eyes, returning to your side to bend down and give you a few long, soft kisses.

"I love you." she whispered against your lips.

"I love you too." you replied before she grabbed her bow and trotted down the stairs of the loft. Once you heard the front door shut, you closed your eyes to try and fall back asleep, knowing that your girlfriend would be there when you awoke again.

As Kate exited the apartment building and walked down the street, she saw Clint already waiting at the corner.

"Who'd you piss off now?" she joked, approaching the well-known archer.

He scoffed, "No one. It's the same guys from last time. They somehow found more men to carry on their work."

"Alright, let's make this quick. I have a girl to get home to." Kate said, walking past him.

"You say that like I don't too." Clint responded, watching the young girl stride down the street.

"Well then hurry up and let's go!" she called out.

He started jogging to catch up with her, "You're going the wrong way!"

"Okay, move faster and show me the right way!"

~~~

A couple hours later, you woke up once again. You were confused as to why since the clock only read 3:24 am. It was only then that you realized you had to use the bathroom.

You laid there with a sigh, not wanting to get out from the comfort of your bed until you got the motivation to finally get up. Right before you closed the bathroom door, you thought you heard yelling coming from outside. But you brushed it off, thinking that you were just tired.

What you didn't know was that you had heard right.

"Kate Bishop!" a man called from outside, but you didn't hear him now that the door was shut.

There was another yell of your girlfriends name followed by a bottle that was lit on fire being chucked through the window, shattering and setting fire to everything around it.

A few more flaming bottles were thrown through the other window panels, causing the fire to spread even more. Neither the fire alarm or sprinklers in the apartment room went off because they had broken, and Kate never got around to getting them fixed.

So you were completely unaware of the situation until you heard the crashing sound made by part of the ceiling falling down outside the door, effectively blocking it.

When you heard that, you quickly reached to open the door to figure out what was going on. Though you winced, flinching away when your hand came in contact with the burning hot door knob.

You covered the knob with the hem of your shirt to hopefully minimize the heat, but when you tried open the door again you couldn't.

It was as if there was something blocking it. You turned the handle again, pushing on the door this time but it still wouldn't budge. That was when you noticed the smoke coming into the room from under the door, and you started to panic.

There wasn't anything in the bathroom that you could use to block the gap between the door and the floor, so you started banging the door, screaming for help.

"Help! Hello, can anyone hear me?! Help!" you desperately yelled, but deep down you knew that probably no one could hear you.

The longer you were stuck inhaling the smoke, the harder it got to breathe. So you eventually got tired of screaming, and passed out on the bathroom floor.

~~~

Meanwhile...

"Dude, the way you fought all five of those guys by yourself was crazy! You've gotta teach me how to do that thing where you rolled and still made the shot!" Kate said, reflecting on everything that happened during the mission.

Clint shrugged his shoulders, "Their fighting style was pretty sloppy anyways. I don't know if you did it on purpose, but when you did that thing with the flip and then the arms; that was pretty cool."

"I know right! I surprised myself with that one. I didn't even know—" Kate's rant was cut off by something that sent an unsettling chill down her spine.

"Hey, Kate Bishop!" she heard a man's voice call out.

She looked at Clint with furrowed eyebrows, turning down the street of her apartment building. But the scene that she was met with made her heart drop.

The infamous Tracksuit Mafia; lighting bottles on fire and chucking them through the windows of her apartment, flames engulfing the floor.

Black smoke poured out of the windows and into the outside air. At that point, there was only one thing at the top of her concerns.

"Y/N." Kate whispered to herself, shrugging off her bag of arrows and dropping her bow to the ground, darting down the street with Clint hot on her heels.

"Kate Bishop! Nice of you to finally show your face!" One of the tracksuits spoke up when he saw her.

But the smile was wiped right off of his face when Clint punched him square in the nose. He took care of the rest them, holding them off while Kate made a b-line for the front door.

She unlocked it with trembling hands, and then bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

"Y/N?!" she called out as she opened her apartment door, the amount of smoke stunning her, "Y/N, baby?!?" Kate yelled again before coughing into her elbow.

She ran around the apartment, looking for any sign of you. When she came up empty handed, she took the stairs up to the loft multiple at a time. She noticed that the blankets on the bed were pushed back, yet you were nowhere to be found.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, pausing on the bathroom door that was obstructed by debris. Kate rushed to the door, almost tripping on her own feet in the process.

"Y/N?! Baby, are you in there?!" she yelled, pressing her ear against the door. "Please, say something if you can hear me!" Kate practically begged. When she got no response she attempted to haul away the rubble blocking the door.

Kate struggled a lot, but she was determined.

After moving the last piece of wood with a grunt, Kate swung the door open, choking on the smoke that left the room. Once she could see clearly, she saw you lying on the floor, unconscious.

"Shit, Y/N!" she cursed, swiftly kneeling before you.

Kate put her ear to your nose to make sure you were still breathing, which she thanked god that you were even though the breaths you were taking were uneven and shallow.

She lifted you into her arm's bridal style and stood to her feet, "Alright, baby. We're gonna get you some help, okay? I've got you." she reassured even if you couldn't hear her.

Kate exited through the fire escape just as Clint knocked out the last tracksuit, "Clint!" she yelled to get his attention.

"Is she okay? Is she still breathing?" he spoke out of breath, approaching her.

"Yeah, but she needs actual help, Clint. I don't know how long she was in there before I got her out, but she's struggling to breathe. We need to get her to a hospital." Kate said, listening closely to your breathing.

"Kate, you know we can't go to the hospital under these circumstances. It's dangerous." he responded.

"I know. I know the risks, Clint. But, she needs professional help and we can't give her that. So please, help me get her to the hospital." Kate was pleading, tears threatening to gloss over her eyes.

The sounds of sirens could be heard from around the corner, making Clint sigh, "Okay, let's go." he said and they quickly made their way to his car that he parked on the side of the road earlier.

Clint got into the drivers seat while Kate slid into the backseat so that she could still hold you, "See, baby? We're getting you help. You're gonna be okay." she softly spoke to you.

Kate started to take your hand into hers until she noticed the red mark forming on it. She held your hand out to examine your palm, her thumb ever so gently caressing below the burn.

"I've got you now, princess."

When Clint pulled in front of the hospital, they bursted through the emergency room doors, "Can somebody help us, please?" she called out in an urgent manner.

A doctor led her to an empty bed for her to lay you down on, "What's her name? What happened?" he asked.

"Her name is Y/N. There was a fire, and she passed out i'm assuming from the smoke. It took me a few minutes to find her and get her out, but I don't know how long she was in there for before that." Kate quickly explained.

"Alright, let's get her on oxygen and an IV." the doctor ordered his colleagues.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" Kate asked as she moved to your side, holding your non-injured hand.

"We treat cases like this all the time, but I can never promise anything." the doctor answered, "In the meantime, you need to get yourself checked out. Your friend as well."

"Me? No, i'm fine. What—" Kate was interrupted when a nurse started to lead her to a different area.

"Those cuts on your face and burns on your hand say otherwise." the nurse spoke.

She gave up on arguing, not wanting to cause a scene while Clint did the same, leaving the doctors to take care of you.

~~~

"Hey, how you holdin' up?" Clint asked as he pulled back the curtain of the room Kate was sitting in.

It was about an hour later, and Clint was all bandaged up. The nurse suggested that he take it easy for the next few days, but he obviously was not going to listen.

Another nurse had given Kate an oxygen mask. Although she wasn't in the fire for as long as you, they just wanted to be safe.

Both of her hands were wrapped in bandages to allow the burns on her hands to heal from when she was trying to get the bathroom door open.

Kate took the oxygen mask off of her face to speak, "Fine. You?"

"Same." Clint answered.

They sat in silence; Kate stuck in her thoughts, and Clint trying to read her facial expression, "None of this is your fault, you do realize that, right?"

Kate shook her head, looking down, "Yeah, well it sure feels like it."

"Beating yourself up over something you couldn't control isn't going to get you anywhere, trust me it's just gonna eat you up inside. It happened, so all you can do now is move forward." Clint said, giving Kate some of his dad advice.

"I'm the one who pissed them off. It should've been me in there, not her." Kate spoke in a low voice.

"But it wasn't you, it was her. Y/N wouldn’t haven’t wanted it to be you in there either. So right now she needs you to be there for her, not filled with anger and guilt." Clint put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Kate took a deep breath, "You're right."

"When am I not." he responded, making Kate roll her eyes.

"But when we get out of here I am planning on beating the living shit out of them." Kate said, only half joking.

Clint shook his head with a small smile, "Now we both know going into fight fueled by rage is a recipe for disaster. Believe me when I say I got a pretty good hit on all of them."

Kate lightly chuckled for the first time since all of this happened. She knew that everything Clint had said was true; it always was. But she wouldn't admit that.

Just then, Kates head perked up at the sound of the curtain being pulled back, revealing the doctor from earlier. She immediately sat up straighter, anxious about what she had to say.

"You're here with Y/N, correct?" the doctor asked.

Kate quickly nodded, "Yeah, yes. Is- is she okay? She's okay right?"

"Y/N inhaled an alarming amount of smoke, so we still have her on oxygen to treat that. She also had a minor burn on her left hand that we wrapped up, but she'll be fine and make a full recovery." he informed the two archers.

At those words, they both exhaled a sigh of relief, a weight feeling like it's been lifted off of their shoulders.

"Thank you so much. Is she awake? Can I see her?" Kate questioned.

"She's not awake at the moment, but she should be anytime now. If you follow me i'll take you to her room." the man answered.

Kate glanced at Clint who nodded his head. She stood up and followed the doctor out of the room. After making numerous turns, and walking down multiple long hallways, Kate almost ran into him when he suddenly stopped in front of a door.

"She's right in here. If you need anything just ask or press the red button on the wall." the doctor said, and Kate mumbled a 'thanks' before he disappeared down the corridor.

Kate opened the door, shutting it behind her before dragging a chair over to your bedside and sitting down. She gently took your right hand into her bandaged ones, letting her thumb caress over the back of it.

She gazed down at you; watching the way your chest steadily rises and falls thanks to the nasal catheter in your nose. Your eyelashes tickled your cheeks, and she reached a hand over to brush some stray hairs out of your face before letting it stroke your cheek.

She wanted to talk to you. To say at least something to let you know that she was there, but Kate just couldn't find the words. Luckily, she didn't have to because your hand shifted in hers as a few tiny whimpers escaped from your lips.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes slowly fluttered opened, but immediately shut again at the bright lights in the room. You blinked a few times so that they could adjust to the light before your tired gaze landed on Kate.

She exhaled in relief when your eyes met, "Hey. Hi, babygirl." she cooed, fixing the hospital gown that had started to slip off your shoulder, "You're finally awake. You gave me quiet the scare." she lightly chucked.

Kate noticed how you were slightly squinting when looking at her, "Are the lights too bright, baby? Here, I can turn them down." she said, standing up to dim the lights before quickly returning to your side, "Is that better?" she asked, and you nodded your head.

"Good. How are you feeling?" Kate questioned, grasping your hand in hers once again.

You took in your surrounding; noticing the monitors and machines beside your bed, the IV in your hand, and the window where you could see all of the people walking back and forth through the blinds.

"I'm okay." you answered before furrowing your eyebrow, "What happened? I thought you were taking care of something with Clint."

She took a deep breath, "I was." she started, "We finished the mission, but when I came home, the tracksuits had set the apartment on fire...with you inside. Clint dealt with them while I got you out when I realized you were still inside, and then we brought you here." Kate had to slowly explain since the memory of it all would haunt her forever.

You didn't exactly know what to say as you were just in shock. You didn't really know how everything had happened; you just remembered feeling scared and frantic trying to get out of the bathroom as it filled with smoke.

"I know," Kate said, letting a hand comfortingly stroke you cheek again, "I know it's a lot to take in, but I've got you now." she spoke in a soft, reassuring tone.

As she caressed your face, it felt a little rough on your cheek compared to how soft the skin of her hand normally felt. That's when you noticed you were feeling the white bandages that both of her hands were tightly wrapped in.

You frowned, "What happened to your hands?"

She glanced down at her hands, and then back to you, "I burned them when I was trying to get you out, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'd do it all over again for you."

Your gaze softened as you stared at her until your mouth dropped into a big yawn, making Kate gently smile, "If you're tired, princess, you can go back to sleep. You need to rest while you recover." she said.

"If I do will you cuddle me?" you asked.

She got up from the chair and laid next to you in the small bed. There wasn't a lot of room, but you made it work. It just gave her another reason to hold you closer, "I'll be here the whole time. I won't leave you again, I promise."

You moved into her open arms, resting your head on Kates chest to which she pressed kiss to as you did.

You sat in comfortable silence.

Kate was focused on comforting you by running a hand up and down your back, while you were stuck in your thoughts.

Although you were exhausted, you couldn't help but think back to being trapped in that room with no way out as it filled with smoke, screaming for help just for no one to hear you.

The memory of it was too overwhelming and your eyes started to glaze over, "I was so scared." you whimpered out.

It was so quiet that Kate barely heard you, "I just had to use the bathroom, and then the fire started but I didn't know since the smoke detector didn't go off, and I couldn't get out because there was something blocking the door and then I couldn't breath—"

"Shhh," Kate cut you off, noticing that you were starting to work yourself up and choke on your words. "It's okay, Y/N. You're safe now I promise you. You're not there, anymore. You're here in this moment with me, safe and sound in my arms." she spoke gently, pressing another lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You don't have to tell me about it now. I know you're tired, so get some sleep, baby. I'll still be here when you wake up." she gently assured you.

"You promise?" you asked meekly.

"I promise," Kate responded. "I love you, Y/N." she said.

When Kate got no response back, she looked down at you just to find that you were already fast asleep. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile, relieved that you were back in her arms, and making a silent promise to you and herself that she'll never let anything happen to you again...also making a mental note to fix the sprinklers and smoke detectors.



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[the-offside-rule]

Mick Schumacher (Mercedes) - Euros

Requested: nope

Prompt: Mick drunk while watching the Euros in 2021

Warnings: dunk Mick

Mick was sat alongside his mechanics and engineers as he watched on painfully. England versus Germany. He had this lovely barbecue planned out, drinks and everything paid for and then the final whistle had gone, leaving Germany to lose. The team celebrated and sang countless football chants about how England is gonna bring it home and what not while Mick just watched on. It had been an hour or so since the match had finished and Mick just wanted to go back to his hotel room but the mechanics weren't exactly having nay of it. "How about you just drink mate?" One of his mechanics asked. "Oh no, I'm fine." Mick reassured him. "Why? Is something wrong?" Mick shook his head. "No, my girlfriend is going out with her friends from Alfa Romeo tomorrow so I don't want to keep her up too late worrying about me." Mick explained. His engineer understood but was persistant to have some fun with Mick, so was everyone else. "Okay, how about this? We'll stay until seven or eight and then you can go home. Sound like a good idea?" Mick thought for a while and agreed. "Okay, okay that's fine. Let me just text her first and we'll get to drinking."

It had just gone 1 in the morning whne the door to your hotel room was knocked. Your eyes flew open as your sleep was disrupted but you knew it must have been Mick. You got up and sluggishly walked towards the door before opening it, surprised to see his mehcnaics Ryan and Dylan there instead. "Thank God you answered. He's had a bit too much to drink." Dylan said. You looked over to see Mick half asleep and looking down. "Mick?" Hee loookeed up and smiled lazily upon sering you. "Heya Liebling. I missed you sooooo much." he slurred. You chuckled a bit and turned back to the mechanics. "How drunk is he?" you asked as he collapsed into your arms. "Very. He's had loads of Heineken, Budweiser, we aren't even gonna talk about the Jagermeister." Ryan said as he helped you bring Mick into the room and plopping him down onto the couch. "Well he's definitely gonna have a hangover." You sighed. "Yeah, probably. Look, we have to go but goodnight Y/n." Ryan said. "Goodnight, I'll talk to you later."

You closed the door and spotted your boyfriend on the couch, doing nothing but breathing. "You doing okay over theeree Mick? How about some water?" He lifted his hand and gave a thumbs up. He must have been shattered. "Right, here you go. Don't drink it too quickly though, just little sips." Mick took the glass and shakily brought it to his lips, sipping little by little as he was instructed to. "How are you feeling now?" you asked him. His head dropped onto your shoulder and his eyes closed a bit. "I'm sleepy." Mick whispered. "I know. Do you want to go to bed?" you asked. Mick shook his head but then, came a little spurt of vomit coming from his mouth and onto your hoodie. "Jesus christ." you muttered, a little annoyed. "I'm sorry." he mumbled. "It's okay, it's okay. This happens to everyone. Let's just get you somewhere to sit and throw up whatever you need to."

The toilet. That's where Mick sat for a good thirty minutes just vomiting and getting sick while you sat on or in the bath, it really depended. "This is horrible." Mick groaned before spitting into the toilet. "I know. That's why I don't get drunk as much anymore Mick." You replied. "Are you disappointed with me?" he asked. You were taken off guard by that question. "No, why would I?" you asked, moving his hair to the side a little. "Because you are supposed to be up and going to meet up with your friends really early tomorrow and you're here taking care of me like I'm a baby or a child." You smiled a bit and rubbed the side of his face. "That's my job." You chuckled. "Your job is to put a car together." Mick mumbled tiredly. "Wiring but okay." you replied. He smiled a bit. "No but seriously, your job is to love me." he said. "So caring for you falls into that category." Hee opened his eyes to look at your caring face. "But now you can't go out tomorrow morning because of me."

"I don't mind. I can always wait until Thursday. You've got media anyway." He nodded and began to doze off so he probably had thrown up everything there was. "Okay,ets go to bed Schumi." You said climbing out of the bath to help him up. "Can we have a sleepover?" he asked excitedly. "Of course we can." You replied. Youu opened the bedroom door and turned on the light, Mick barely standing and relying solely on your shoulder for balance. "Okay, into bed. Come on." Mick slumped onto the bed and curled in under the blankets to get warm. You just hope din beside him and turned the lights off since you could both only sleep in the dark. You were about to fall asleep when you heard a little German voice beside you.

"Hey Y/n?" Mick asked, his eyes closed as he prepared to go to sleep. "Yes?" you replied. "Do you have a boyfriend?" You made a face at the question, slightly confused but it made sense that his head wasn't in the right mindset at the time. "Mick, you're my boyfriend." You said. Mick scoffed. "That sucks." You were taken back by that remark. "Excuse me?" you asked, a little hurt by his last reaction. "Why aren't you my wife yet?" It took a few seconds for it to settle into your brain but it warmed your heart and set the butterflies swarming around your stomach when it eventually did. "Wait Mick, do you mean that?" you asked, turning around but by the time you had, he was already softly snoring, fast asleep.

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[aokoaoi]

I saw you said your favorite thing to write is fluff, and I really love fluff soooo could I request a Shuri x Fem!Reader where Shuri’s having a hard time sleeping so she decides to just head to her lab to work through the night and after finding Shuri gone, the reader comes into the lab and refuses to go to sleep without Shuri; just overall very sweet, light, fluffy vibes (maybe with some kisses)!

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.

pairings : shuri x fem!reader.

Shuri had been having trouble sleeping lately. Sometimes, when you and her begin to sleep, she'd always be the last to he able to fall asleep. And there's these times that when she actually falls asleep, she ends up waking up an hour later, and then she can't fall back asleep.

You don't know about it, because the Queen knows how much you worry over her. Sometimes your worry causes you stress, and you stressing was the last thing she wants.

And tonight, the cycle continues. She wakes up in the dead of night, feeling the cold temperature tonight entering the room. She doesn't bother looking at the time, only letting out a frustrated sigh.

She turned over her side to look at you, sleeping soundly. She sits up from her laying position, groaning tiredly in the process. She debates on whether or not she should just go try falling back asleep, but she knows that won't work.

So now she ends up in the lab.

You woke up all of a sudden at an ungodly hour. You were just about to go back to sleep but when you turned over your position, Shuri was no where to be seen. Out of concern, you immediately rose up to a sitting position.

You wondered where she was, then your kind flashed onto the place where she's usually seen in. You figured to look for her yourself before pressing an urgent report without knowing the full context.

Moving your feel from the bed, you let it fall contact with the cold floor. You hurriedly slipped on your slippers, grabbing a robe and went out of the room.

You arrived in the lab soon, seeing that all the lights were on, and you can hear a distant sound of busy shuffling from somewhere. You let out a small exhale, walking towards the source of the noises, and there you saw Shuri.

"My dearest, what are you doing up so late?" You called out to her, catching her attention. Shuri turns to look at you like a deer caught in headlights, "You're awake?" She questioned as well.

"I am. I was gonna fall back asleep but then I found that you weren't sleeping beside me anymore. Is there something wrong?" Shuri looks away for a moment, looking at the written words on a paper, and then back to you.

"I haven't been getting sleep well recently." She answered truthfully, looking guilty. You only clicked your tongue, but not like you were a disappointed mother. "You should've told me, we could've solved it together."

"It's no use. I've been trying hard to fall back asleep, but nothing is working." Your Queen says, leaning her hip against the white counters as you approached her closer.

"I wonder what's causing that."

Shuri hums in agreement, nodding. "I wonder too."

You two stood in silence, only staring at eachother like lovesick fools until you decided to speak up. "Well, dearest. I am sleepy, and I'm not gonna go back in bed without you." You stated, watching as Shuri purse her lips into a thin line.

"I can't sleep."

"So can I if you don't come with me. Please?" You pleaded, leaning against her childishly with a pout. Shuri hums a laugh, looking down at you affectionately.

"We can just be in eachothers embrace before one of us falls asleep. It always worked with me as a child when I couldn't sleep." You tell the Queen, watching as her eyes sparking up in interest.

"I love when you talk about your child self." She smiled.

You grinned at her words, subtly holding her hand with your own. "Come on. let's go back to bed, your highness." You gently lead her, beginning to walk to the doors of the lab.

"Will I be getting your cuddles?" She questioned, leaning down on you to whisper in your ears. You let out a breath chuckle as the doors slid open. You only responded with a small nod, your ears feeling hot from her actions.

Shuri presses a kiss on the side of your neck, her hand that was being held by yours falling on your waist, wrapping around it. "If this is what will happen everytime I can't sleep, then I might do it more often." The Queen remarks. You looked up at her blankly, your brows raised.

"You know, you can always ask about it instead of doing the things you said just now."

"Fair point."

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[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Atticus pukes in his sleep + Felix caretaker

I'm absolutely in love with this. But some warnings before you go any further:

!emeto warning! & !mention of gore and surgery!

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Atti🧸: Sorry, baby. My asshole of a professor is holding the class hostage. I’m gonna be stuck for a bit.

Atti🧸: I’ll be late, so you don’t have to wait up for me.

Atti🧸: Love you 😘

Felix pouted. Atticus had suggested that Felix should spend the night and they could watch movies together or something while cuddling.

Curled up on the couch, snuggled up in a fluffy blanket, Felix sighed and grabbed the remote to put on Gilmore Girls, and then he took out his phone to order himself some food.

It was a pleasant afternoon, but Felix would have enjoyed it much more if his boyfriend was there with him.

It was his sixth time re-watching Gilmore Girls in the last five months, so it was mostly background noise. His food arrived, and he ate while he watched TV, and then he started drawing designs in his sketchbook while the show continued to play in the background.

He had no idea when he fell asleep, but the blonde woke up to the feeling on lips on his forehead.

He blinked awake and saw that the TV was off and Atticus was sitting by his hip. “Hey, baby,” he said, smiling tiredly. Atticus looked exhausted, to say the least. He was even a little pale and sickly looking.

Felix frowned as he sat up. “Hey,” he said. “Did you just get here?”

Atticus nodded, leaning forward kissing Felix warmly on the lips. Felix had the urge to deepen the kiss, but pulled back instead. “Are you alright? You love pale, lovely.”

Atticus shrugged. “I’m fine. Just a little shaken from class, but fine.”

Felix’s frown deepened. “Shaken? Why?”

Atticus sighed, laying down beside Felix. Felix scooted over in order to make more room for Atticus. Thankfully, Atticus had one of those couches that looked cheap, but it was actually perfect because of how soft and wide it was.

Atticus started playing with the blonde’s hair as he said, “My deranged professor held the class back to make us watch a recording of a failed intestinal surgery. Long story short, it was a bit nauseating. But he said we need to get used to seeing that stuff if we ever want to make it as real doctors.”

“Oh. But you’re alright?” Felix was still a bit concerned by Atticus’s sickly look, but the other man just grinned and kissed him.

This time, Felix didn’t pull away and he did deepen the kiss. Atticus’s smiled against his mouth, pulling him closer. The two of them shifted on the couch until Felix was slightly on top of Atticus.

Atticus’s hand made its way to Felix’s back, under his shirt. Felix giggled, kissing Atticus’s cheek, his jaw, and moving down to his neck. Atticus smiled as well, making a soft and needy sound at the feeling of Felix’s lips on his neck.

Atticus cupped Felix’s face with his other hand and brought the blonde’s lips back to his. Make-out sessions like this were basically the highest level of intimacy that Atticus was comfortable with, shirts on and everything.

Atticus suddenly broke the kiss, grinning mischievously. He wrapped his arms and legs around Felix, making the blonde yelp as Atticus turned so they were both on their sides with Atticus literally trapping Felix and burying his face in the guy’s light pastel-peach hoodie.

Felix smiled, melting in the embrace and kissing the top of his giant boyfriend’s head. “I love you,” he whispered.

Atticus answered with a goofy “I love you, too” that came out muffled because his face was still buried in Felix’s shirt. the blonde laughed.

It wasn’t long before the two of them went to the bedroom. Felix got under the covers while Atticus went to take a shower. The lingering sleepiness that was ebbing at Felix’s brain finally took over, and the blonde fell asleep to the sound of Atticus humming some soft country song in the shower.

— — —

The video kept playing behind Atticus’s eyes.

The open body, the hectic beeping of the heart monitor, the doctors and nurses desperately shouting as they stuffed the abdomen with surgical towels that kept staining with more and more and more blood.

So much blood.

So much chaos.

One of the intestines was taken out of the body as the doctor tried to find the source of the bleeding. So disgusting. Nauseating.

Too much blood.

Too much blood.

Too much—

A heave broke Atticus half-way out of his sleep. Laying down, he gagged and brought up a stream of puke with it. In his position, he choked a bit and started coughing hard, and the coughs were so harsh that they only brough up more puke.

Atticus didn’t know what was happening. His mind was still so drugged on sleep that he didn’t have the faintest idea of what was happening.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the fog and ringing in his ears. Atticus could feel hands that were hastily trying to push him on his side. He didn’t know who was doing that, but he had the feeling they were having a bit of trouble, so his body went along with it and he turned himself completely on his side.

This time, after the gush of puke came from his mouth—splattering on the floor—he could actually suck in air. He coughed, grateful to have air in his lungs.

“Atticus!” he heard Felix exclaim. Now that he was more awake, he could tell that it was his boyfriend who had been pushing him onto his side.

He spat onto the ruined floor before falling back against his pillow with a sigh, only to grimace and feel nauseous once again when he felt vomit on his pillow that was now in his hair.

Felix was hovering over him, looking absolutely distraught. “What just happened?” he asked worriedly. “You just. . . threw up while you were asleep!”

“I’m fine,” Atticus rasped after a second.

Eyes widening, Felix let out a disbelieving scoff. “Fine?! Did you not hear me? You threw up in your sleep! ‘Fine’ my arse!”

Unable to stop himself, Atticus chuckled at how fast his boyfriend had gone from panicked to irritated.

“Really, baby, I’m fine,” Atticus assured while sitting up. “I just had a pretty bad nightmare.”

Felix looked befuddled. “Since when does having bad dreams lead people to pull an Exorcist in their sleep?!”

Atticus was about to answer, but the memory of the gory nightmare sent another wave or nausea through him and he grimaced, cupping his hand over his mouth and getting up from bed. Felix followed, hovering like a worried mother.

In the bathroom, Atticus flicked on the light and then fell on his knees in front of the toilet, bringing up more puke, but not as much.

Felix crouched beside him, rubbing his back. “Just get it up, lovely. You’re alright.”

After a few more streams of puke and some dry heaves, Atticus was done. He felt gross though with puke drying and congealing on the side of his face and in his hair. “I need to shower,” he mumbled, and Felix made a hum sound in agreement.

Atticus got in the shower after insisting to Felix that he was fine and didn’t need any help. His argument was more for the sake of preserving his modesty though.

By the time he emerged from the bathroom, clothed in some fresh PJs, the bed had been changed and had new sheets, and Felix had a mop and was cleaning the last of the mess on the floor.

Atticus sighed, leaning against the wall. “I’m so sorry, baby. For scaring you, and the mess and everything.”

Felix smiled softly. “No need to apologize, love. But seriously, what happened?”

Shrugging, Atticus admitted, “I guess that video shook me up a lot more than I thought.”

“Oh, Atti.” Felix leaned the mop against the wall and went over to his boyfriend, hugging his arms around the guy’s waist and holding him like that, squeezing just a little bit tighter when arms went around his shoulders in kind. “Do you feel better now, though?”

Atticus smiled. “Yeah. I do.”

“Good. Let’s go back to bed.”

They went back to the bed together. Atticus’s head wound up on the blonde’s chest and his arm was around Felix’s waist while Felix played with his now damp hair.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Felix whispered softly, making Atticus chuckle.

“You worry too much,” Atticus said, playfully poking the blonde’s side in a way that mad Felix stiffen a little bit since his sides were ticklish. “I’m fine, really. Even if I have another nightmare, I’m empty.”

The blonde sighed. “Okay. If you insist.” There was a moment of silence before the blonde added, “Because if you puke on this hoodie, I swear I will set you on fire.”

Atticus laughed out loud at that. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Felix said, but he was smiling as well.

“Alright then,” Atticus said, planting a kiss on the blonde’s chest. “You have my word, baby.”

#thebrilliantidiots #atticus #Felix #fluff #Felix is literally the gay & male version of me with his love of the Gilmores #Atticus = giant teddy bear #EVERYONE MUST POINT AND BOO AT THAT PROFESSOR FOR WHAT HE DID TO SWEET BBY ATTICUS!! #jkjk #These two are so cute😊🧸

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 23 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

I have several questions.

1. Why am I here?

2. Where is "here?"

3. When did I wake up?

5. What time is it?

6. How did I get here?

7. Who are they?

There are several other questions, of course, but these are the ones that press most persistently at my mind. Some are easy enough to answer- Grim's my familiar, of course he's here- while others- maybe there aren't any crickets because of the time? They should be active if it's still night- aren't so obvious.

Ah, well. The lane in front of me is long, as is the portion behind me I've absentmindedly walked prior to realizing I'm not somewhere I already know. The atmosphere here doesn't feel aggressive, hostile, or even unwelcoming. It just feels... calm. Strangely, unfamiliarly calm, like I've been here all my life without realizing it. Like a freshwater fish moved to a cleaner, kinder lake.

On my left and right are smoke-lined "screens" with short videos playing, repeating from what I assume to be the start after a second or two of playing. Each "screen" is about my height, hovering slightly above the ground beside the path, but I soon realize I'm taller. The bottom of the screens aligns with my ankles, not my feet, but the tops are still about level with my scalp. About a meter and a half from the side of the walkway is a row of trees with a deep brownish-black I've never seen in nature, much less alongside the pale blue, almond-shaped leaves. In form, some of the trees resemble simple oak, while others split at the base like birch. The variety is undeniable regardless of trunks: some droop like weeping willows; some branch straight up; some don't bother with limbs and just grow their leaves directly off of their bark. The nonpath ground that doesn't have a tree on it is covered in what looks to be clover, flowerless and evidently lacking in the four-leafed variety, favoring five-leafedness as some noticeable portion of the apparent population.

The path itself is a shifting shade of grey, then purple, then blue, and then I hold my head still and stare. Above me is a strange, dark sky, the same shade as right before a thunderstorm, when dark clouds coat the sky and hide the sun. In spite of the color, not one cloud is visible- just a series of small, silvery streaks, some pale blue and most are a very light, shiny grey that appears white against the dark sky. The streaks are scattered like faraway stars; some even form a bizarre sort of image, a constellation of abstract made to resemble a hundred shapes at once. If I look straight up, they resemble a fox, but if I turn a little to my left and peer slightly lower than before, It's an upside-down stag.

What a weird, wonderful world.

In my arms, Grim starts to stir, yawning as he does when he's sleepy. I smile. How cute. His eyes slowly blink open, and he hops out of my arms to stretch like normal, padding over to sit beside me once he's done.

I wait. Logically, he's going to ask where we are soon- but that "soon" never comes. He just sits there, trident tail silently swishing behind him, until he speaks:

"Where're we gonna go?" He says it so casually; I'd think he knows this place if I didn't know any better.

...Do I?

Maybe he knows. Perhaps this is his signature spell. Perhaps it is not. How should I know? All I've been given are strange, vague clues, many of which would seem so out-of-place anywhere else I'd absolutely remember if I've seen them before.

Grim is in front of me now, his paws moving the loose, sandlike material of the path into a tiny trail, documenting his steps. His eyes are staring right at my face, curious and patient. Heh. Never thought I'd call him that, but here we are. Oh, I should ask him.

"Grim, do you know where we are?"

"Sorta," he starts. "I've been here before." He pauses and looks around for a moment before he continues, "Well, here-ish. The path and trees were a different color, and the screen things weren't floating or smokey. The videos were of other things, too, and there were way more sky streak things. Oh, and the sky was darker."

I look around and focus my attention on one of the videos floating on my right. It's of a young child, about eleven if I had to guess, celebrating something with a group of others who appear to be about his age. Just before the loop restarts, a presumably adult figure who's mostly out of sight starts handing out popsicles, starting with the boy in the center of the screen. The kid doesn't ring any bells, but I recognize him regardless- not because he's familiar, but because his familiar is familiar.

Atop the child's head is a very distinct oppossum. The boy must be Korrak. Is this a memory or a dream? I can't be sure.

I reach out to touch it, and all of a sudden I'm in that park, Grim by my side, as a small Korrak kicks a black-and-white soccer ball into a goal made from what I think is PVC piping. The kids cheer, but the other team, a pair of acne-faced young teens, tries to rush the lady keeping score, claiming "offsides." The lady laughs them off, presumably having seen the goal and the fact that the ball didn't touch any of the sides, and tells them to act their age instead of whining.

A chittering Mandible runs to join the cheering children as they toss Korrak into the air- I didn't know they could do that, but I guess little kids are stronger in groups of fifteen- and an adult hands out the "trophies," one for each winner. Korrak clearly isn't the only one with a familiar, as the instant another grown-up reaches to pass Mandible an ice cube with some grapes frozen inside, a small, many-legged clump of colorful fur bolts to her, barking and cooing and chittering and meowing that doesn't seem to be speech so much as just shouting. As the treats are handed out, I see a border collie, a raccon, a cat, and a pigeon quiet down and rest beside their respective winners to rest and eat. The border collie, still not fully grown, jumps onto the lap of a boy with brown hair that reminds me of tree bark, while the raccon runs to a young girl I don't clock as "not a boy" until she undoes her ponytail. The cat, a mostly white shorthair with black paws, an equally dark head, and a tail to match sits on the back of a very pale boy with hair that makes his skin look worse as he lies on his stomach to eat, and the pigeon flies directly into a nearby oak tree, where a small, dark-skinned boy with dreadlocks and wide eyes climbs to meet it.

Eventually, small Korrak finishes his reward, and, tongue stained purple, announces that his mom told him to be back before dark, and leaves, Mandible on his shoulder. The sunset has dyed the sky a bright, beautiful orangey-red, and then I am back in on the path, Grim beside me all the same. The portion of the memory is still looping like is was before on the smoke-lined screen, as though nothing changed. Nothing did. How odd.

Wait, I said something. There was a phrase- "memoir lake," was that it? No, it couldn't be. I don't see a lake.

"Weird," begins Grim. "I've never tried to go through one of those before. Did you see how the grass kinda doubled and split when we touched it? Like, some of it was unaffected, but some was kinda see-through and didn't just phase through my paws."

"I wasn't paying attention to the grass..."

Grim shrugs with his little kitty shoulders. "Fair enough. I barely did." He pauses, paws shifting nervously on the sandlike path. "I used to just...be somewhere a lot like this sometimes. I'd start at the end of the path, and there'd be a light of some kind, and I'd touch it like you did with that memory thing, and..."

I remember. I never went anywhere particular to find Grim, he'd kind of just... show up. I would fall asleep in the woods, as one does when they aren't attending a prestigious magic college, and wake with my familiar in my arms or curled against my stomach. I never questioned it; he'd been appearing like that for years. It'd been part of my "normal" since I was a little kid, and I thought nothing of it, the way rich kids think nothing of their money until they learn their classmates live without it.

I smile. My magic was always there, I suppose, I just couldn't use it until I was there, too.

My magic. My magic. My magic. Is that really what this is?

Grim finally asks me what I've been asking myself: "Is this your signature spell?"

It's mine or his, right? Grim's been seeing this kind of magic for years, and it connected to me then, so it has to be one of ours, right?

I stop and look left. Another memory, with an even younger Korrak. He looks to be hiding behind a small pile of black plastic trash bags, presumably playing hide-and-seek. An adult, a presumably a police officer, steps into the frame, head and chest still out-of-sight. He steps loudly around, leaving a young Korrak to breathe again with relief. The memory loops. I watch, still and silent, as a Korrak who can't be any older than six dashes into an alleyway, digs 'neath the garbage bags, and stashes himself away, holding his breath.

I break away when the cop leaves again. What the hell? That didn't look like a game.

Before I can stop it, my hand reaches out and presses against the screen. For a moment, it feels as though the world has stopped, and then I'm standing on sidewalk as a slight breeze ruffles my hair. Small Korrak bolts through my legs like they aren't there and forces his body against its momentum to make a sharp left into an alleyway. The cop runs up, noticeably slower than the five-or-so-year-old, and stops affront the escape route. He walks forward, slowly, boots thumping on the concrete, and I follow.

The police's face is blurry and obscured. This is a memory, and Korrak didn't get a good look at him, so that's not too surprising, but when I fall onto the trash bags I realize Grim was right- each bag duplicates into two, one of which phases through me, and the other of which doesn't.

The cop leaves, Korrak exhales, and I watch as he cries. Cries little child tears, curling into a ball of scared with Mandible clutched in his arms. The trash bags must be some kind of safe haven to him. Is that why his headphones were where they were when we found them?

A small, quiet whine tries and fails to echo in the dark outdoor halls. Mandible chitters. I don't know what he's saying.

The memory ends. I'm back on the path. What is there to do now but learn more?

I step twelve paces forward. All of the screens' loops would suggest Korrak has never had a house. Further back, more of the same. Farther and farther into his past I glance, and there is not a single instance of Korrak being raised by humans. I don't see a single plane.

The "pilot parents" lie has been very disproven. He grew up homeless? That explains so much! The fighting must have been a necessity out there, and the aforementioned lie was a practiced cover for why everything he owns fits in a single bag. He was probably raised by opossums, too, and learning a human language was probably a challenge.

Poor Korrak. He must have had a difficult life.

I venture into the nearer past. Teen and preteen Korrak does not appear to have been taken in. He has, however, learned to read, which seems to have lead to an interest in science. He doesn't get to indulge that.

Finally, I see the black carriage approach. He's going to Night Raven. Screens further ahead show the entrance ceremony, our dorm room, the Backstage Room, us. Rook taking him to Vil's room. The leaders of Pomefiore taking him and Mandible under their wings as they did Grim and I.

Vil brushing Korrak's hair while Rook smooths Mandible's fur with a brush. Getting a phone for the first time in sixteen years, from our housewarden himself. Clutching Mandible in his arms while trying to curl in on himself, just like he did all those years ago, but now Rook is there, too, hugging him- wait, that's the clearing we saw him in!

Much of this is giving me dejá vù. Rook and Vil treat Korrak and Mandible the way they treat me and Grim: like birds encouraging their fledgling chicks to spread their wings and fly. How come I didn't know of this sooner? As glances of the past would suggest, mom and dad- what the hell, they aren't my legal parents or guardians, I'm getting ahead of all this- went out of their ways to give us privacy. How nice.

I jog to where I started. A "fire" burns there, emitting smoke but no flame. I could walk through if I wanted.

"Myeeh, we need to leave! I don't wanna be late," shouts Grim, trident tail straight up. He's right, we need to go! But how do I...

Two words come to mind: a name. My signature spell's name.

"Memory Lane," I say, and I'm back in my bed.

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[beth--b]

Did you just sneeze?

Steve had a hectic week ahead of him.

He had a busy day planned.

It was because of the previously mentioned 'busy day' that when Steve woke up with a dry, scratchy throat and a blocked and stuffy nose, that he chose to ignore those facts and get ready for work.

He thought he had gotten away with it too.

Last he'd checked Eddie had still been passed out cold in their bed.

At least he had been, until he sneezed.

"Stevie? Did you just sneeze baby? Don't tell me you caught that bug Robin had last week?" Eddie called from the bedroom, voice sleepy but concerned.

"Ah no, it's nothing Eds I'm fine," Steve answered only to wince at how raspy, and distinctly not fine, his voice sounded.

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Eddie scoffed and rounded the corner, crossing his arms over his chest and looking Steve up and down.

"Ah excuse me, but I must have heard wrong just a moment ago when you said you were 'fine'. You don't look fine. You certainly don't sound fine. So I couldn't have heard you say that you were, now could I?" Eddie was now right in front of Steve, long pale fingers reaching out to press against Steve's sweaty forehead.

Steve ducked away from Eddie's searching fingers. "Look, I might have the start of a very mild cold, but I feel alright. I have to get to work, Eddie."

Eddie frowned and quickly moved in and pressed his whole palm to Steve's forehead, Steve not managing to get out of the way this time. Eddie's frown only deepened as he felt Steve's temperature.

"Baby I'm no thermometer but you are most definitely sporting a fever. Do yourself, and everyone you would potentially spread this to at work, a favour and call in sick. Then you need to go back to bed and I'll make you some tea to help your throat."

Steve turned away to face the door. He wanted to cave so badly, he really didn’t feel well now that he had been forced into thinking about it for more than half a moment while throwing clothes on and rushing out the door. But he had work, and then he was meant to taxi the kids around in the afternoon after his shift.

Eddie just crossed his arms and stared at Steve, while Steve stood frozen with indecision, one hand on the door handle. Then, he sneezed so hard he smacked his head into the door and his decision was apparently made for him.

"That's it!" Eddie threw his hands up before wrapping an arm around Steve's shoulder and steering him back towards their bedroom. "You sir are getting into some comfy clothes and getting back into bed. I will go make some tea, then after you finish you are going back to sleep. Have I made myself clear?"

Apparently struck momentarily mute all Steve could do was nod and do as he was told.

Eddie followed through and set about making tea while Steve got settled into bed. The sheets were still warm and he was honestly feeling worse the longer he was awake. It wasn't long before Eddie was setting a mug onto the bedside table and then sliding under the covers beside Steve.

"I put honey and lemon in the tea sweetheart, should help your throat. After that you get some rest, I already called work for you and told them you won't be in so you don't need to worry about that. I can cart the gremlins around later, but for now we are just gonna rest quietly, I can read if you like, and you just worry about getting better."

"Thanks Eds," Steve rasped, picking up his mug and taking a sip of the soothing drink within. "You take such good care of me."

Eddie huffed, giving a long suffering sigh, "Someone has to! But I'm always happy to do it. I love you."

Steve sniffed and leaned his head against Eddie's shoulder. "Hmm love you too."

Eddie took the mug from Steve's slackening grip and placed it on his own bedside table before pressing a soft kiss to Steve's forehead. "Rest up baby," Eddie said softly.

Steve just closed his eyes and pressed closer against Eddie's side. Maybe taking a sick day wasn't so bad after all.

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(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] MADDIES DAY OUT FT. ANTON !

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"hi guys!" she waved, walking through the hotel halls. "we're in l.a today and we have an off day." she knocked on a random hotel door. "so I'm going shopping today." the door opened revealing a sleepy eunseok. "good morning."

"here." he handed her a jacket. "thank you my love." he grumbled, closing the door. "I didn't pack a jacket that matches this, so I had to go on a hunt for one that matches and in the end eunseok oppa had one." she laughed. "and I had to call him 5 times until he answered."

she sat the camera down, putting the jacket on. "how do we like it?" she gave the camera a pose. "don't answer if you say you don't like it I'll cry." she picked up the camera.

"i haven't eaten breakfast yet, because me and a special guest are going out for breakfast, if he ever gets ready." she checked her phone. "he's on his way now, thank you."

"it's anton!" she cheered opening the door. "hi." he waved. "are you recording already?" she nodded. "you ready?" she grabbed her purse walking out with the boy.

"what do they have here in la that's good?" he asked her. "I thought you looked up places." she said. "i didn't have time." he side eyed her, pulling out his phone.

after scrolling they found a trending diner that they decided to try. "it's just a small walk." anton said, she looked down at her feet, then the camera. "i picked the wrong day to wear these."

they finally made it to the diner, finding a seat. "thank you." They both sat down. "I read the menu on the way here, I know what I want." anton said.

they ordered their food, deciding that they were gonna get a bunch and just share the dishes. "so what are we gonna do today?"

"there's a smoothie shop that i want to go to." he said. "I'm allergic to bananas I can't drink smoothies." she frowned. "it's a cafe don't worry."

"and a jewelry store." she nodded. "I also found a store you would like as well." she smiled. "ah look at you being a good friend." she reached over pinching his cheek. "stop it." he whined. "here comes the food."

they thanked the waitress who brought their food, anton laughed. "did we get to much?" she shrugged. "can we just give the rest to the manager?" she said, turning to man. "if we don't finished this do you want this?" he nodded. "we're good."

they ate different foods, discussing what else they were gonna do for the day.

after eating they finished up, paying before leaving. "let's go get the smoothie now." she said. "it's 4 minutes away." they headed off.

"there's anton." she zoomed in on the camera. "they got his smoothie wrong so he had to go back up." she laughed at her turned to the camera, holding his new smoothie. "he's upset I didn't go re-order it." she said. "like it's my fault they got it wrong."

"it is , you made the order first, you must've made a mistake." she gasped. "me and not them?" he nodded. "they got your coffee right, but not my smoothie it's the same order so you must've made the mistake."

"next time you do it."

they left the cafe, making their walk to the jewelry store he found on google. "oh this store is cute." she said, it was a small store with different pieces of jewelry. "it's not expensive, taro-oppa would like this." she said following him around the store.

"this is cute." she picked up the bracelet. "i think I'm gonna get this." she took it off the rack. "you can never have too many necklaces." anton joined the girl, his hands holding his things.

"you find something?" she showed him. "it's cute isn't it?" he nodded, talking from her. "I got it." she smiled. "why are you trying to be a gentleman today?" she teased, he smiled. "shut up." he blushed.

after paying for their items, they left the store, she linked arms with him. "my feet are killing me." she huffed. "beauty is pain, gotta suck it up." she switched emotions. "they're nice , but you have to dance tomorrow, will you be able to?" she nodded. "of course!" she said. "I'm a pro idol."

they walked around looking around at different stores, going into them hardly buying anything— she did end up getting a few shirts, and new headphone charms. "you ready to head back to the hotel?" she shook her head. "yeah."

"did you have fun?" she held the camera. "yeah." the boy said. "you're still mad about the smoothie?" he nodded, she laughed. "love you." he hummed. "we'll see anton tomorrow, he's going back to his room." she said. "but I'll see you guys back at the hotel."

"you wore these out?" eunseok picked up the shoes. "yeah, you like them?" he looked at her. "they're like 20 pounds, why?" she scoffed. "are you in here to nag me?"

"you took my jacket." he said. "it's on the chair." she pointed. "it smells like your perfume." he said. "good." he glared at her. "sorry." he nudged her head. "stop." he smoothed her hair down.

"eat dinner and go to bed, I'm going." he order. "bye bye." she waved him off. "this has been a long day, I forgot to eat dinner."

"after I came back from meeting with anton, I took a long nap and then shotaro went to take pictures and i went with him, we took a lot and then i came back."

"I think I'm gonna eat some pasta and watch TV a bit , we have a long day tomorrow and I want to be well rested." she said. "today I had a good day out, I'm glad I got to explore l.a a bit."

"I'm gonna do my skin while I wait for my food BRIIZE! I'll see you guys tomorrow." she blew a kiss to the camera. "bye my loves!"

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[pablitogavii]

heyy could you write maybe about the reader not going to sleep and gavi forces (like a little stern and stuff) them to go to sleep ??

"Have you still not showered!? Amor it's almost midnight and you need to rest!" Pablo came back after throwing out the trash and you were still in front of your computer frantically trying to finish your essay that wasn't even due until the end of the week.

"Mhm.." was all you answered not really paying attention to his words since you were almost ready to start writing your conclusion paragraph.

Suddenly, Pablo closed your lap top and you were looking at him with a shocked face. Thankfully you always work in Google Drive so everything stays saved, but you were angry he just wouldn't let you finish this tonight if you wanted to do it!

"Pablo!" you whine but he was taking away your lap top plugging it in before coming back to where you were sitting in the dining room.

"Don't Pablo me! Come on, time to go to bed nena!" he said reaching out for my hand helping me get up from the chair and I still felt tempted to finish the very last paragraph.

"I have one more paragraph to do...and then I'll.." he would even let you finish that sentence as he was already tossing you over his shoulder smacking your ass while walking towards your bathroom.

"You are being so bratty tonight! What am I going to do with you nena? Huh?" he said after placing you down and turning on the shower.

"Let me do what I want?" you said smartly knowing that's never going to happen and Pablo turned towards you with his infamous smirk.

"Now that's not something I usually do princesa..come on now, arms up!" he said and you rolled your eyes knowing that would annoy him but still doing as he asked as he took off your clothes piece by piece and opened the door for you to step into the shower.

When you came out seeing your lap top plugged in on the sofa and no Pablo in sight, you quickly got dressed and walked towards it only to be interrupted by Pablo's coughs.

"Yeah, good try..get your perky ass to bed right now nena..or I'm gonna make it red!" Pablo said making your cheeks blush and you knew he would do such thing if you pushed him too far.

"I made you some camomile tea to help you relax and get some sleep" he said placing the cup on your nightstand and you smiled at his kind gesture.

When he got into his own pajamas (boxers and old Barça t-shirt), he joined you in bed smiling when he saw you sipping on your tea already yawning a few times.

When you finished the tea, you felt so sleepy that you could fall asleep sitting up. All the exhausting from the day finally set in and you were moving closer to Pablo out of instinct wanting to be held before letting yourself go to the dreamland.

"There we go, put your head right there on my chest and get some rest..mi nena buena" Pablo praised moving his fingers through your hair gently while you nuzzled your face into his neck taking in his strong scent.

"Thank you for taking care of me amor..I needed some rest" you admit looking up at him and he smiled proudly nodding his head before leaning down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

"If only you would listen to me more often princesa.." he teased and you whined shaking your head before moving even closer tossing one of your legs aver both of his wanting desperately to play with his hair.

"Pablito??" you used the nickname whenever you really wanted something and he knew it very well.

"What does my princesa want now? Huh?" he said smiling down at you secretly admiring just how beautiful you looked in that moment with messy hair and tired eyes.

"Can I play with you hair please?" you say blushing a little and he smirked nodding his head while kissing the top of your nose playfully.

"It's all yours preciosa.." and those words were enough for your fingers to start massaging his scalp while you cuddled close to him and closed your eyes feeling safe, loved and ready to get some very needed rest <3

Hope you enjoyed the story anon :)

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