#WHY DID HE START THIS LIVE WHEN I SET MY ALARM TO SLEEP

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HE LOOKS SO GOOD IM GONNA DO SOMETHING SO DRASTIC

#txt #WHY DID HE START THIS LIVE WHEN I SET MY ALARM TO SLEEP #fuck my life #sunghoon #BABYYYYYYYY #enhypen

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through it all | luke hughes

summary: when the comments start getting to her, luke is there to show his girl he'll be there through it all.

warnings: rude comments, body shaming, fat shaming, angst (w/ a happy ending), swearing

wc: forgot to keep track but a lot

The constant ticking of the clock seemed to mock you, counting away the time wasted reading those insufferable words. You typically veered away from the comment section altogether, but something about the empty apartment weakened your resolve. 

Being away on a roadie, Luke didn’t understand the trouble that plagued your mind. He always made sure to make you feel like the only girl in the world, so why was it that as soon as he leaves, you fall apart? He didn’t understand how the words of others held so much power over you, how they held you hostage. 

You sat, legs tucked under you, holding your phone with shaky hands. Something in you had hoped for better. Maybe people changed their views about you and everything that came with. Maybe you could finally open social media without the constant fear of ridicule. Yet, you were proved wrong once again. The comments hadn’t changed and neither did the way your throat contracted in disgust and embarrassment.

User4562: still can’t believe luke would date someone like her

Fan93: get this whale outta here pls 

Hater365: luke is so much hotter then her?? shes not even pretty??

User67:  this is kinda embarrassing for her tbh

Fan42: girl needs to learn what the gym is asap

Hater6783: pretty sure her thighs are bigger than his…

User3421: comments did not disappoint💀

Hot tears filled your eyes as the negativity swarmed your senses. How could people be so cruel? Deep sobs wracked through your body as you let your phone fall to the couch. You grabbed the nearest pillow, pulling it into your chest.

You felt suffocated. The weight of being in the spotlight and the tense wave of hate was too much. You couldn’t fully understand why people were so bothered by your appearance or the fact that Luke had chosen you.

Though, in all fairness, you couldn’t grasp why Luke chose you, either. He had a roster of beautiful, fit women at his beck and call, yet he was bouncing his way home to you every night. No matter how many times he expressed his love, it was too big for you to comprehend.

So, there you sat, mascara running down your face, sobbing into a throw pillow because random people on the internet decided you weren’t good enough.

❥.

You must have fallen asleep at some point through your cries, because as your swollen eyes managed to peek open, you noticed the sunlight beginning to shine through your living room curtains. For a peaceful moment, you forgot the previous night’s turmoil. You let yourself fully wake up, slowly sitting to adjust to your surroundings.

Confusion plagued you as you realized you were on the couch. Your face fell with gloom as reality hit you like a truck. Swarms of comments flashed in your mind once more, diminishing any energy you had for the day.

Although, as you slumped back into the cushions, you heard the front door unlock.

Shit.

You grabbed your phone to check the time, only to be met with a black screen. Your phone must have died during the night, rendering your alarm to go pick up Luke, pointless. Standing from the couch, you rush to the kitchen to make yourself look busy.

Luke swung the door open, trudging in with all his bags.

“Hey angel, I thought you were picking me up?” He chuckled, “You’re lucky Dawson lives in our complex, or I would have been stranded.”

“Yeah-” You cleared your throat trying to will away the tightness, “Yeah, I’m sorry, Lukey. My phone died last night.”

Luke shook his head at your forgetfulness. He quickly set down his bags by the kitchen table, noticing the state of the living room.

His brows furrowed, “Did you sleep in the living room last night?”

Panic flooded deep in your stomach. You should have known Luke would get suspicious. After all, he knew how picky you were about where you slept.

Scrambling for a lie, you responded with a quick, “I was watching a movie and fell asleep.”

Luke walked over to where you busied yourself by cleaning the leftover dishes. You sucked in a breath, hoping you didn’t appear too disheveled. Ducking your head closer to your chest, you tried to look anywhere else but Luke’s face as he took to the spot next to you.

“Y/n?” Luke’s voice came in a soft whisper.

When he didn’t get a response, he gently reached to grab the faucet handle, turning it till the water trickled to a halt. Grabbing the dish towel nearby, he also helped dry your hands while you sat limply.

In truth, you were too afraid to speak, or move. You were afraid that if you looked into Luke’s sorrowful eyes, you’d crack. You’d finally show the version of yourself that the internet sees, the version that he’d hate.

Luke set down the towel, his eyes seeking your downcast face. “Y/n, baby? Please talk to me.”

You shook your head slightly, pulling away as his hand brushed up your arm.

“D-did I do something?” Luke began to worry, he’s never seen you act like this, “Was I gone too long? I thought we facetimed enough, but I can try to call you more.”

It broke your heart to hear him. The simple fact that he assumed it was himself and wanted to fix it. He was too good for you, the internet saw it, you saw it. So naturally, it was only a matter of time before he did too.

“No,” You let out a deep sigh, “It’s not you, Luke.”

He swallowed thickly, nerves beginning to take over his senses. “Then what is it, angel? Please, I just want to help you.”

Hot tears blurred in your eyes, he finally broke your resolve.

Luke immediately pulled you into his chest, his calloused hands moving to cradle the back of your head as you sobbed. He was at a loss. Not knowing what the correct thing to do was, he held you tighter. Luke was prepared to hold you forever if it meant you’d stop crying. He could swear a piece of his heart dies every time he sees you cry.

“Shh, shh,” He soothed as he stoked your hair, “Angel, it’s okay. I promise, I’m here.”

You gripped his hoodie, scared he’d disappear from under your fingertips.

The both of you remained in each other’s embrace until you found your breath regulating. Pulling away, you swore Luke winced when he saw your bloodshot, puffy eyes.

“C’mon, let’s go to the couch.” He guided you carefully, making sure to help you get comfortable enough to talk to him. Once you had settled into his side, he finally nudged you to start talking.

“If you’re ready, will you tell me what’s wrong, baby?”

Deciding to go against your gut will to hide the truth, you pulled out your phone, now freshly charged. You shakily opened up your social media, hitting into the comment section.

“Here,” You placed the phone into Luke’s hand, “Just scroll.”

Upon beginning to read the first few comments, you could see Luke’s face visibly grow stern and frustrated. He bit the inside of his cheek as angry tears welled in his eyes. Luke felt every muscle in his body tense with hatred and fury towards the lowlifes that would dare to say such vile things about his girlfriend.

He shut the phone off and tossed it away, not being able to handle reading another word of the electric slander on your screen.

It took a moment for Luke to compose himself, taking deep breaths and debating on how to approach the situation.

Now, of course Luke had grown used to people writing heavily opinionated articles and hate comments about him. Hell, he even got used to seeing it about his brothers. But something he never considered was the impact it would have on you.

“I’m sorry.”

Your eyes shot up at Luke’s apology.

Why is he apologizing?

He had his head down, fingers picking at each other. He looked guilty, as if, somehow, he caused all of this to happen.

“What?”

Luke wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry, this is my fault.”

You shook your head sternly, “No it’s not, Luke. It’s mine” Your voice went quiet.

Luke slowly looked up to see fresh tears cascading in taunting rivers down your cheeks.

“It’s my fault for being not good enough.”

He tried to protest, but was only silenced by your words.

“It’s so hard trying to be perfect all the time. Especially when all I’m getting is ridicule for living my life. It’s not fair that I have to have my head on a constant swivel because some person decided my body wasn’t up to standard. It’s not fair that I have to wake up, everyday, worried you’ll realize you deserve so much more than me.”

Luke’s own tears rolled down his face at your confession. He couldn’t quite get a handle on how long you have felt this way.

His beautiful girl.

His heart shattered, “I- I don’t understand.”

“There’s nothing to understand, Luke.” You interrupted, “It’s just the way it is. People who look like you don’t love people who look like me.”

His face grew grim.

“No, Y/n. What I don’t understand is how you can think like that. I mean, fuck, don’t you realize you’re every thought I have before bed. And every breath of air I breathe when I wake up. I don’t know who these “people” are that you’re referring to, but I’m not one of them.”

Luke took your face in his hands, “You are my girl. And if I have to spend the rest of our lives proving that to you, then I will.”

There wasn’t much you could say through the thickness of emotion. You threw your arms around Luke, his own coming to dig into your plushy hips.

“Thank you, Lukey.” You mumbled into his neck.

“For what?”

“For loving me.”

“Always.”

Maybe you were enough for him.

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[ramblingoak]

Pancake Breakfast

Copia x Reader ~ The smell of Copia cooking in the kitchen rouses you out of sleep

Warnings: None, this is just something silly I wrote to fight the Monday Sads, gender neutral reader, sfw, 670 words

The delicious smell coming in from the kitchen woke you up.

You took a moment to burrow deeper into Copia's bed. His duvet enveloping you in a warm cocoon you didn't really want to leave. It didn't smell so bad in here either. Traces of his cologne lingered on his pillow and you pulled it to your face, inhaling the scent of the man you loved deeply. If it wasn't for your growling stomach you would have stayed there longer.

Pancakes, more specifically, Copia's pancakes were your favorite.

Donning an old band t-shirt of Copia's and some fuzzy socks you quickly slipped out of his bedroom and made your way down the hallway. You could hear him puttering around in the kitchen, pots being moved on the stove and cabinet doors being opened. He was singing too, some ABBA song that you were sure had him wobbling his ass around his small kitchen.

Once you got in sight of him you had to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter. Wobbling wasn't even the half of it. Copia was doing a full on dance routine in just his old red sweatpants. You watched him in secret until you started feeling guilty but it took the sight of him flipping something in a pan for you to remember why you left his bed to begin with.

You quietly entered the kitchen, taking a seat at his small table that was covered in small bowls of various fruits. The blueberries were too tempting and you were in the process of grabbing a handful when Copia turned and shouted out in alarm before dropping the frying pan.

"Satan's balls! When did you get in here?"

"Somewhere around the second chorus of 'Take A Chance On Me'." Copia's cheeks turned red and while continuing to tease him was tempting instead you got up and pressed kisses along the red skin. "Have I ever told you how cute you are?"

"Hmm, not since last night."

He grinned, leaning in quickly to kiss your lips before kneeling down to pick up his pan.

"So what did I do to deserve pancakes?" You raised an eyebrow when Copia froze briefly. He cleared his throat and quickly turned with the pan to set it on the stove. "What?"

"Niente, let me make you a new batch."

"Don't worry, if they didn't touch the floor they'll be...fine." You moved to stand next to him while you tried to reassure him but now it was your turn to freeze when you saw the size of the pancakes. "Why are they so small?"

Copia winced when you looked back to the table, taking in all the little bowls of fruit and finally noticing the small colorful dishes carefully set out. Dishes that looked suspiciously like those he used for his...

"Did you make pancakes for your rats?!" He was pouting, refusing to meet your eyes when you looked back at him. "Really?"

"I uh, I wanted to make them breakfast."

"A pancake breakfast." He nodded once, grabbing the spatula and scooping out the perfectly made rat-sized pancakes. You let out a little laugh, reaching up to ruffle his salt and pepper hair before planting a kiss to his bare shoulder. "I love you, Copia."

"Tsk, you just want my pancakes."

"Yes but human sized ones for me, please." He yelped when you smacked his ass and you quickly moved out of the way when he tried to grab you. "Keep cooking! I'll go get your rats."

"Our rats."

You shot him a grin before heading out to the living room where you could already hear the rats busy in their cage. Behind you Copia started back in on his song and you couldn't help but look back at him. At the same moment he spun around, his spatula pointed your way as he sang along with the song.

"'Cause I love you so!"

You snorted, shaking your head at his antics. A pancake breakfast for rats.

Lucifer, you loved this man so much.

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Chapter 4:

In the time that Coryo's been taking care of you, which has been nearly 2 weeks now, you've discovered that he's an enigma. You just can't figure him out. On one hand he can be a right condescending bastard, but on the other hand he can also be very caring and attentive.

Some of his remarks cut deep. They even make you feel frustrated or useless sometimes. You hate feeling like that; you hate that his smug attitude has that effect on you.

But then he has his gentle moments, moments that make you feel cared for. The way he gently runs his calloused fingers down your back when checking its healing progress sends sparks up and down your spine. How he has you lay on top of his chest every night, to keep pressure off of the lashes on your back, while wrapping his arms around you has you swooning. His kisses can be soft and sweet or hungry and feral full of neediness and want, but every kiss you share makes you feel desired.

Yes, he's quite the enigma indeed.

“You think you're healed enough to go to the market with me?” Coryo asks, walking thru the door.

He went back to his peacekeeper duties a few days ago, but that hasn't stopped him from living with you. In fact, he sets an alarm to go off about an hour before wakeup call in order to sneak back into the barracks before dawn. Coryo always presses a kiss to your hair and tells you to go back to sleep before he goes.

You always groan and bury your nose in his pillow.

“Yes, I can go, but why didn't you just do it before coming here?” You reply, finding it a bit odd that he just didn't buy some groceries before returning home- like he usually did.

“Sejanus says that you need to get out and about; that fresh air and walks will be good for your healing.”

“Oh.”

“How bout you take a shower and I'll help you get dressed when you're done, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, rising from the table and heading to the bathroom.

At least Coryo's letting you shower by yourself now. For a while he was bathing you, afraid that you'd hurt your back if you were left to your own devices.

As Coriolanus rooted thru your clothes basket to find you something suitable to wear in the harsh winter weather, his encounter with Sejanus earlier played in his mind like an old movie rerun.

“How's your girl doing, Coryo?” Sejanus asked his friend as they patrolled the streets of the factory sector of the district.

“She's doing better. Her back’s healing, but she still can't put any pressure on it.” Coriolanus explained your condition to his friend. “I've started cutting down her doses of morphling; been giving it to her during the night and leaving her a bottle of aspirin for the day.”

“Has she been out and about yet?”

“No, Sejanus. She hasn't left our apartment.” He told the dark-haired peacekeeper, who in return shook his head at Coriolanus. “What?” Shot out of Coriolanus' mouth faster than a shooting star. “She's been hurt; she lost her coat during the whipping incident, plus I had to start patrol work again. Why would she be out and about?”

“You can't keep her locked up in her apartment, Coryo. She needs fresh air and some exercise to help her healing.” Sejanus explained, hoping that the platinum blonde would see reason.

But, of course, he didn't see reason.

“She knows how to open the window, if she wants fresh air that bad. And she's been walking around the apartment, it's not like I'm a monster that's got her tied up to the bedpost or something.”

“Did you forget that I've been inside of her apartment? She doesn't have a bedpost, her mattress is on the floor with a tiny wooden table next to it.”

“Stop calling it her apartment, I live there too.” Barked out Coriolanus. Pointing at Sejanus, he added in, “And don't worry about our bed. That's my bed with my darling rose, you hear me?”

“Yea, I hear you.” Sejanus heavily sighed. “Look, if she needs a coat and ya’ll are struggling to buy one I can always have Ma send Y/N one in the mail.” The kind hearted peacekeeper offered, hoping that a new coat would help with you being able to leave your apartment. An apartment that Coriolanus insisted was his now too. “As a Christmas present.” Sejanus quickly added in, reminding Coryo that the winter holiday was in a week.

“Yea, Ma can send my girl a coat for Yule.” Coriolanus nodded.

Sejanus smiled, happy that his friend was letting him do something nice for you. If only he could convince Coryo to let you off of your house arrest…

“Coryo, Y/N needs to spend some time with you outside of your apartment. Even just a few minutes will be good for her healing.”

“The last time she went out she got whipped so badly that I had to stitch up half of her back. So, excuse me, Sej, for just wanting to keep her safe; away from people gawking at her because of what happened.”

“She can't stay locked up in that apartment, spending her days in nightgowns waiting for you to come home every night all because you're scared of her getting hurt again; of not being able to protect her- again.” Sejanus told his best friend, trying to get it into the platinum blonde’s thick skull that you needed to see more than the inside of the same 4 walls day after day. “What happened shouldn't have, but it did, Coryo. It did and you've been caring for her better than a nurse could; now it's time to aid in her healing by letting her walk around town for a bit.”

Coriolanus bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head. Sejanus has a point, but he doesn't want to admit it. The district born boy's right, what happened to you shouldn't have happened, but it did because Coryo turned you in. Turned you in without the apple as evidence.

He truly didn't know how harsh your punishment was going to be. He thought a quick flogging, maybe no more then 2 or 3 lashes. But he didn't know that you'd be stripped naked in the snow and whipped repeatedly until you fell down from the pain. God, you had about a dozen lashes on your back and half of them were so deep that you'll have scars. Honestly, Coriolanus felt guilty when he watched you get whipped; felt remorseful and regretted his actions.

But he'd never let himself admit it. No, he keeps rationalizing his actions as the right thing. That you stole, that I'd you didn't steal then he wouldn't have turned you in. That he needed to look good in his superiors eyes, that turning you in got him one step closer to the Capitol.

To home.

But now his plans have slightly altered. Now he has you and he's bringing you home with him.

“Coryo, if you really want to protect her, then maybe you should sign up to take that elite officer's exam. Nobody messes with an officer's girl.” Sejanus told the tall blonde, pulling him out of his mental musings.

“Elite Officer's exam?” Coriolanus parroted, sounding stunned.

“Yea.” Sejanus nodded. “I thought you knew about it.” Apparently nobody told Coriolanus about the exam, but considering he's been trading work days with people to be able to spend so much time tending to you, it's not hard to figure out why nobody told him.

“There's a test in a week or so for an Elite Officer's commission. It's for Naval and Air Force tho, so you'll be shipped out of 8.”

“Thank you for telling me. I'll have to sign up before going home.” Coriolanus gratefully told Sejanus.

Yes, since he's in a good mood he'll take you to the market once he gets off work. You should have a sweater to wear; if not then you can borrow his. God knows he's moved his shit into your place; has the bag nestled right next to your wicker basket at the foot of your bed.

And while on your walk to the market he'll tell you the great news about the Elite Officer's exam he's signing up for.

Once you were finished with your shower, you stepped out of the bathroom and into the main room of your apartment wrapped in a towel. You saw that Coryo had laid out your blue floral dress and orange-russet sweater. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, clutching some kind of orange material in his hand.

Hearing your feet pitter patter across the one-room apartment, he looked up at you and asked, “Do you need any help getting dressed, baby?”

Coryo still asks you that, every time you bathe and need to change, even tho you're able to dress yourself now. You guess he just likes to feel needed; offers to help cause of it.

“No, I'm fine, Coryo.” You told him, coming to a stop at the bed. “But thank you for your offer.” You added in, picking up the cotton panties he laid out for you.

Coryo waggled his brows and lowly whistled, “Can't wait til your back’s fully healed so I can fuck you, baby.”, as you took off your towel and pulled on your panties.

Yea…

You knew he'd want to do that as soon as you got better.

There's just one catch tho.

“I've never been with anyone before, Coryo. You’ll prolly be disappointed with my lack of experience.” You told him, grabbing your dress and pulling it on.

Before you could reach for your sweater, Coryo took your hand in his and tugged you until you fell onto his lap. “Darling, don't say that.” He cooed. “I’m proud to be the only man to ever touch you; your innocence will never disappoint me.” He assured you with a soft smile. “Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”

To Coriolanus, you being innocent when it came to sex fueled his ego. Made him feel powerful. Yes, he enjoyed having power over you. Sex was another way to wield that power. Plus thought of being the only man to have you makes him feral with primal, possessive instincts.

You're his, all his!

Pecking you on the lips, he says, “Put your sweater on, little dove. I have something to give you that'll go perfect with it.”

You wondered what he had to give you. Silently, you nod and reach over to grab your sweater. You put it on while still sitting on Coryo's lap.

“This was my mother's; I'd like you to have it, Y/N.” Coryo told you, smiling brightly while handing you the orange bunch of silky material.

“Oh Coryo…” You gasped, taking the offered token from him. Inspecting the bright orange material, you quickly figured out that it was a large scarf or a shawl. “It's so pretty.” You mused, still in disbelief about receiving a gift of such fine quality. “Are you sure you want me to have it?. It belonged to your mom.” You ask, feeling a bit guilty about accepting the scarf. It belonged to his mom and from the look in his eyes, well, you know that she's gone.

“My mom would've loved you, baby. Please, accept my gift as a token of my affection, darling.” Coriolanus said, taking the scarf from your hands and wrapping it around your neck.

“Okay.” You relented.

Guiding you off of his lap and onto the bed, he told you, “Put on your knee highs; I'll get your boots.”

He picked your stockings up from the bed and handed them to you before going over to where your boots were at. As you pulled on your stockings, he brought you over the boots. Taking them from him, you slid them on.

Once you’re ready, Coryo gives you a closed lip smile and leads you out the door. He’s happy to be going to the market with you. You on the other hand…Well…You're nervous about people seeing you with a peacekeeper.

You and Coryo are walking along the urban streets of District 8, the cold winds chilling the both of you right down to the bone. You’re glued to his side with his arm wrapped protectively around your back. His large hand resting gently on it.

If he wasn't a peacekeeper from the Capitol, people might think that you make a cute couple. But, since he's a peacekeeper and you're a transfer, well…the residents of 8 turn their noses up at you in disgust. Coryo didn't seem to notice tho.

No, he was too caught up in his own upturn of luck to care what the locals thought of him with you. Their opinions didn't matter. They're just dirty dogs, scumbags, and rat bastards in his opinion. And soon Coriolanus will be an Elite Officer in either the Naval or the Air Force division of the Peacekeepers; he'll be getting the two of you out of the shithole you're stuck in and around civilized people.

“Y/N, I got some good news for you.” Coryo announces with excitement in his baritone, grinning from ear to ear; looking a bit like a homicidal maniac from Dateline.

“What is it?” You curiously ask. You two live in a wintery wasteland that's a smog and sweatshop hell. You're also a very unconventional couple, so you can't imagine what his good news is. Seriously, does anything good actually happen in 8?

“I signed up to take an Elite Officer's exam; when I pass we'll be able to leave 8; go to a nicer district or even the Capitol.” Coryo announced, his icy blue eyes gleaming, as his tone was filled with pride.

Hearing that the platinum blonde peacekeeper could possibly get you out of District 8 by becoming an Elite Officer gave you hope that maybe your luck wasn't shitty after all. You'd love to be able to go to a nicer district, like 1 or 2. And the possibility of going to the Capitol.

You…

Wow, it sounded wonderful. Perhaps too good to be true. But one things for certain, you wondered, “What's the difference between an Elite Officer and an Officer, Coryo?”

“An Elite Officer serves in one of the specialty forces- Naval or Air Force, while an Officer serves boots on the ground.” Coriolanus explained as the entrance to the marketplace came into view.

Looking up at him, you ask, “So you really think you can pass your exam; get us out of here?’

“My darling, I know that I'll pass and get us out.” Coryo confidently told you as the two of you walked into the marketplace. “Don't worry, I'll take care of you.” He pressed a kiss to your head.

As Coryo led you over to a produce cart, you could feel stares burning a hole into your back. You know that they're judging you because you're with a peacekeeper. Especially after what happened a couple of weeks back.

You're most likely a pariah now because you're with Coryo. But it’s not like you got into a relationship with him because you wanted to. You had to, because of your back injury. But that doesn't matter because to the citizens of District 8 you’re Peacekeeper's kept woman.

At least you won't be here much longer, since Coryo's slated to take his exam next week and he's positive that he'll pass. That he'll become an Elite Officer and be able to get the both of you out of the textile district of Panem.

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[clemanime]

Sweets

MINORS DNI

A/N: I know its been.. an unspecified amount of time but I can explain! (I can't actually) Have this and an apology (It's gonna happen again) See you next time. Muchos besos!

Description: Unnamed Fem!Reader and Luca have history. One-sided but still history.

Warning: Smut, Fluff, Confession, Vaginal penetration (ooh spoicy), breeding (unintentionally), Vaginal fingering, Wirty dords and phrases, and this man Luca himself (he is a little too fine in this one, makes me feral)

“You guys are going to Copenhagen.” Sydney said as she looked at the both of them while leaning against the counter that was just put into the kitchen. There was chaos around them, walls being put up and others being knocked down. The Bear was set to open and it seemed like one thing right after the other decided to go wrong.

“What’s in Copenhagen?” She stepped forward, standing next to Marcus. Her braids pulled back out of her face as she put her hands in her jacket pocket.

“Uh… I don’t know. An old friend of Carmy.” Her heart raced as she thought of the only other person that he would consider a friend that also lived in a different country.

“Can I decline?” She asked quickly, both Sydney and Marcus looking at her.

“What?”

“Why?” Marcus and Sydney spoke in unison.

“I just… don’t think I should go.” She looked between them.

“Why? What do you have going on that you can’t go?”

“My cat…”

“I’ll take care of him.” Sydney said quickly, dispelling the only excuse she had.

“You don’t have a reason not to go.” Marcus said as he crossed his arms. It was true, there really wasn’t a reason not to go. Aside from being in the same kitchen as Luca. She looked at the both of them before letting out a heavy sigh.

“You can stay at my apartment to take care of him.”

“You’re going?” Sydney questioned excitedly.

“Yeah.”

Upon their arrival in Copenhagen, they took in as much of the city as they could. The both of them, making sure to take a bunch of pictures and stopping at different bakeries to look at their displays on the way to their new temporary home. It was a first for both of them when they got onto the boat, her room towards the front while Marcus got to sleep in the level above the kitchen area. “We’ve gotta leave water out.” He said from his spot in front of the table. Marcus silently reread the note in his hand as she approached him to look over at the paper.

“For who?”

“A cat or something.” He shrugged, the pair looking back at the empty water bowl on the floor.

“Okay.” She patted his shoulder. “You got it.” The pair laughed before separating to get settled for the night.

The next day they woke up before daybreak, both alarms blaring and making sure they actually got up. She found herself already distracted while getting ready for their first day. She wondered what he looked like now. Whether he looked any different. “Of course he probably does.” She grumbled to herself with a mouth full of toothpaste. She was broken from her thoughts when there was a rapid knock on the bathroom door. “Hey, we’re gonna be late if you take long.”

“My bad!” She finished up quickly then finished getting dressed.

The pair set off to the restaurant, walking in silence for a moment before Marcus spoke up. “Man..” He began. “I’m excited.” He looked ahead, his hands in the pockets of his parka. “Did you ever think that you’d be here?”

“Not really.” She responded, her hands in her pockets as well. “I thought I’d be in my own bakery by now to be fair.”

“Yeah?” He smiled. “Maybe once Carmy gets his shit together, you can get started.”

“If Carmy got his shit together.” The pair laughed.

The walk was filled with conversation and laughter but at the back of her mind, she was still wondering about Luca. The closer they got the more her heart pounded, her hands becoming a little clammy. She stopped walking when they came to the employee entrance of the Restaurant, her eyes on the door handle. Marcus stopped next to her, looking between her and the door. “Everything good?”

“Yeah.. um.. you head in first, I’m gonna call Sydney to check on Butters.” She mumbled out a lie as she pulled her phone out.

“You’re a bad liar.. but okay.” He nodded before entering first.

She needed to compose herself. It had been a long time and she had thoroughly convinced herself she was fine. That she was over it. “He might not be in today.. he might not even remember you and it’ll be fine.” She began to pace to help with calming her nerves but it didn’t work. Talking to herself didn’t work. “It’s been years. You’re not a child.” She sighed and looked at the door handle again, still unable to bring herself to enter.

“If you’re not goin’ in, mind if I get by?” She froze, looking back at him as if she had been caught stealing. “Oh..” His shocked expression told him that Carmy didn’t tell him about her arrival. And that he recognized her. “Are you here to learn?”

“Yeah.. I came with Marcus.” She cleared her throat. “Well not with Marcus but I traveled here with him.” She stepped away from the door so he could go in.

“It’s good to see you.” He pulled the door open for her, grinning at her. “Comin’ in?” She nodded before she stepped inside first, mumbling a thank you before heading straight to the back to get changed.

Once she finished, she went to join them, standing in the background and keeping her head down as she listened to Luca’s instructions. He had her working on whipping cream. A feat that she had tried to concur years ago but gave up on. She had deemed her arch-nemesis. Luca placed a chilled bowl, a carton of heavy whipping cream, sugar, and a whisk at her station. He stood beside her as he began to explain what she needed to do as if she didn’t already know. She mumbled a ‘Yes Chef’ to him before she began.

She began slowly, her eyes on the liquid in the bowl she had begun to whisk together. She remembered the first time she worked with Luca. His attitude towards his craft and others was a stark difference in comparison to each other. He had been arrogant and cocky when they worked together but no matter how rude he’d gotten, she continued to be nice. She wasn’t sure when the feelings for him started.

“Hey. What are you doing?” Luca questioned as he looked at her while she stood at his station.

“Chopping.” She responded in her usual happy tone. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Do I look like I need your help?” He stepped forward, his face turning red with annoyance and frustration. “Put the knife down and go away.”

“You don’t have to be mean about it.” She furrowed her brows.

“Whateva’.” He rolled his eyes. “Just find something else to do.”

“Fine.” She scoffed. She began to work on her own tasks, humming softly. She winced in pain and dropped her knife on the floor, tears welling up in her eyes at the sting from her finger. “Shit..” She walked towards the back, Luca watching her carefully before he went to follow her.

“Nearly chopped your finger off?”

“Yeah.” She answered honestly. “I got distracted…” She bit the back of her other hand as she ran water over it. “It’s so stupid.”

“Here.” He reached for her injured hand and looked at the cut. “No stitches. Which is good. Let me grab the first aid kit.” He walked away, leaving her to her thoughts. Once he came back, he had the red box in his hand and began to clean her cut properly before gently placing a bandage and a cover over it. “Be careful next time. Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She looked at him and smiled, Luca staring at her for a moment before letting her hand go and returning to what he was previously doing.

In the time following that, she found herself trying to talk to him more. She would continue to smile at him and greet him, secretly doing prep for him after she finished her so that he would have somewhat of an easy day. At first, Luca wasn’t receptive to her enthusiasm but slowly warmed up to her. Her random questions or statements added to her charm. The way she would continuously hum throughout the day or scurry off the few times he caught her doing his prep. She grew on him and when he had to leave, it was like he was losing the best friend he cherished with his entire being.

“You overdid it.” Luca pointed out as he looked over her shoulder and yanked her from her thoughts. “Try again.”

Her apron was stained and the cream had become lumpy. She stared at it, her hands on her hips as her frustrations grew. “Can I just fix this batch?” She looked at him. “Or turn it into butter?”

“You could... but this is the third time you’ve tried to fix it.” His voice was stern but she knew he wasn’t upset. She hadn’t even realized what she was doing, her thoughts seemingly consuming her. “You’re out of heavy cream and you’ve made way more than we need.”

“What?” She looked down at the bowl. “Shit.”

“Do you know where you went wrong?” He questioned, seemingly knowing what was going on with her.

“I got distracted..” She sighed.

“Start over.” He made a move to walk away but her words made him pause.

“Can I move on to something else?” She asked before he could fully walk off. “You know my hatred for whipped cream.”

“No.” He crossed his tattooed arms, his biceps more defined as he did. “There’s more cream in the walk in.” He turned and walked away from her, leaving her to her own thoughts. She let her head hang before going towards the walk in.

She walked into the walk-in freezer, chewing on her bottom lip as she looked for all the items she needed. The door opened and Luca walked in, easily grabbing everything he needed and pausing when he realized how confused she looked. “What do you need?”

“Cream.” She looked around again before whipping around to face him and nearly colliding with his chest. She swallowed hard before pursing her lips and looking up at him as he reached to grab the cream from the top shelf. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” He responded. “Cleaning the walk-in always seems to confuse someone around here. It’s about time it was you.” He smirked before walking out. She shivered, the chill combating against her heating body.

“Get it together…” She exhaled and walked out.

The day had gone by a little too quickly and she was still standing at her station trying to get the whipped cream right. “Hey, do you want me to wait for you?” Marcus asked, his bag on his back as he walked towards her.

“No. It’s fine. I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get this.” She smiled gently. “You go ahead and get some rest.”

“Alright. If you’re sure.” He held his fist up, the duo fist bumping to confirm that it was fine for him to head out on his own.

She focused on whipping the cream, her eyes down and her head seemingly trying her hardest to empty as her hands moved more delicately once it was at the consistency she wanted. She stepped back and sighed, putting her hands on her hips and taking in the mess she now needed to clean up. “Lucky for you, we had back up to go through.” Luca said, seemingly just appearing behind her again. She jumped, quickly turning to face him.

“Sorry.” She looked down.

“No one’s gonna take your head off.” He walked towards her, looking over the mess. “You’ve got it and that’s all that counts.” He crossed his arms, an action that began to find enticing to look at. The muscles of his biceps and forearms were more prominent, his tattoos grabbing her attention as well as the veins that seemed to pop out. Her eyes followed them before she forced herself to look into his eyes. She swallowed the lump that had decided to settle in her throat as she wondered if he caught her staring so openly. “How’ve things been?” It was an out of the blue question. But he was genuinely curious. He hadn’t seen nor spoke to her in years, same with Carmy.

She turned back around, beginning to clean up. “Oh.. you know.. it’s the usual with Carmy. He’s being a bit ambitious as always.”

“I don’t mean with Carmy.” He spoke low, almost upset that that was what she assumed he meant. She turned around with some of the now empty dirty bowls. “I meant with you.” He clarified as they stared at each other in silence before she spoke again.

“Uh.. well nothing really changed since last we saw each other.” She responded. “I’ve got a cat now. He’s pretty sweet and super cuddly.”

“Hm.” He nodded, leaning against the counter across from her. “So.. no bakery then?” She smiled and shook her head, putting the bowl down.

“The bakery wasn’t in my plans for a long time now.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t really think it was worth it anymore.”

“It would have been.” He reassured her. “Your whipped cream would have been for shit either way but you can work around that.” They both laughed in unison, standing in a comfortable silence afterwards. “But I’m sure with you running it, Sweets Bakery would have been the talk of the year.”

“I can’t believe you remember the name.”

“How could I forget?” He questioned her.

“It’s such a stupid name.” She mumbled.

“I would say that. I think the name made sense.”

“Really?”

“Yeah..  from what I remember, you were always sweet.” Luca rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at her.

“What?” She looked at him in confusion, her brows furrowing. His chuckle sounded like a low rumble as he shook his head.

“You were always sweet.” He repeated in the same octave. “Making sure everything was at my station, double cleaning duty, taking the blame for everything even if you didn’t do it.” He let out a sigh. “I thought you were stupid for it but honestly I grew fond of it. It was cute seein’ your face light up when I finished somethin’ even though you’ve seen it a million times.” He crossed his arms as he looked at her, his head leaning to side slightly as if reliving a memory he had. “I’m sorry I left like that. I know things were a lot easier because of the flow. But when I got the offer, I had to take it.”

“I wasn’t upset because of the offer you got.” She sighed, her eyes down. “And you don’t have to apologize for that. You don’t owe me anything.” She finally looked at him, smiling gently but it didn’t reach her eyes. “It was stupid. I- you..” She found it difficult forming a sentence. “God it’s so stupid.” She stood up straight as she shook her head. The feelings she had before hadn’t died fully it seems. Seeing him again had started a metaphorical fire that made her feel like she was stepping back into the pass. “I.. enjoyed working with you.” She began, taking him by surprise. “But it was difficult and I couldn’t focus because of you. Most of my major fuck ups was because I was too busy thinking about you. I couldn’t think around you and all I could smell was your stupid cologne and see your hands?” She sighed, wanting to scream in frustration. His eyes stared at her with an undetermined intent. She felt as if she were going to lose her mind the longer she was around him. Those feelings she had fought so hard to forget building more and more the longer she was alone with him. “I hate you.” She sighed. “No. That’s a lie. I’m crazy about you. It’s frustrating. It’s…” She watched as he stood, closing the short distance between them. “Reject me.” She stepped back, bumping into the metal table she had yet to clean. “Reject me so I can take my heart ache and leave.”

Luca’s calloused hand moved to cup the side of her head, its warmth radiating against the area behind her ear. “Reject me Luca.” She took in a breath and she held up, looking up at him through her lashes. “Please Luca…”

“I can’t reject you.” He mumbled as he leaned in, swallowing thickly. “I’d be a fuckin’ idiot if I did.” As if a net keeping all of her ability to resist was cut open, she melted against him. One of her hands rested against his toned bicep as the other held the wrist of the hand that was holding her head. He pulled her flush against him, making her head swim. Their kiss grew heavier, their lips dancing against one another but he ultimately had taken the lead.

She looked down as she tried to catch her breath, Luca’s breath fanning forehead as his thumb gently rubbed against the skin behind her ear. She finally looked up at him, hoping that he couldn’t hear the way her heart thundered against her ribs. “I’ve dreamt of doing that for a while.” She mumbled, a smile forming on both of their lips.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one.” He huffed, leaning in to feel her plump lips against his again. “So soft..” He kissed her again. “So sweet.” His large hand moved towards her lower back, causing her to shiver against his touch. She pressed her face into his chest as she involuntarily arched against him. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“No.” She responds, looking at him. “Don’t stop.”

“Fuck..” He sighed. “And you say I’m the frustrating one?”

“Luca?”

“Hm?”

“Can we go.. back to your place? I have to share a boat with Marcus and it would be really awkward if you walked in with me.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, his breaths growing heavier. “Because if you come back to my place, I won’t wanna leave in the mornin’.” She nodded a little too quickly, a smile forming on his lips. “Alright.”

Luca’s apartment wasn’t too far from the Restaurant. It was larger than she expected, the decor minimalistic and neutral. Though the sun had already set, the view outside had still been beautiful. He tossed his keys on the island as they passed the kitchen, his eyes still on her as she admired his home. She looked back at him, noticing the darkening look in his eyes as he slowly stalked towards her. She turned to face him fully as she stepped back with a smirk forming on his lips. “Are you still sure about this?” He asked as he pulled his hoodie off.

“Yes.” She said softly as she returned his smile.

“One more step and you’ll be in the bedroom.” He pointed out as he stopped walking.

“Oh..” She looked back before meeting his gaze again. “I knew that.” She kept her smile as she took another step back, fully entering the bedroom. Luca felt himself slowly losing his will power as he stared at her. “What’s that look for?” She asked almost innocently.

As if a switch was flipped, Luca pulled his hoodie off with his shirt following suit. His shoes had already been off and at the door with hers. He easily scooped her up and walked her over to the bed. “Maybe you’re not all that sweet.” He grumbled as he looked up at her. He placed her on his bed and sat back on his feet to admire the woman on his bed. “Definitely not all sweet.” He moved to hover over her with a small smile forming on his face.

“What?” She asks curiously.

“You’re breathtakin’.” He leaned forward, kissing her softly. He moved his hands to hold her face, the gentleness slowly intensifying.

When he wasn’t kissing her, he watched her every move. The way her hands slowly removed her shirt and revealed more of her skin to him. She looked embarrassed. Adorable. He thought to himself as he moved in to leave open mouthed kisses on the exposed parts of her body. They were hot but the chill of the air that followed left goosebumps all over.

Her hands found their way into his golden strands when his intense kisses led to where she had created the most heat. She still had her underwear on but the dampened material didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Luca..” She breathed. It came out as a small whine as if pleading for him to do more.

“Yes, sweetness?” He questioned as his breath gently cooled her underwear with each word.

“Don’t.. tease.” She pushed her hips upwards, watching as his eyes darkened. “Please..”

“Say it.” He demanded softly. “What do you want?”

“You. I want you.” She pouted.

“You want me?” He asked as he pressed more open mouth kisses against her heat. “What do you want me to do to you?” His eyes were locked with hers, relishing in her reaction.

“Take them off..” She furrowed her brows in anticipation as his hands moved towards the band of her underwear, the pads of his fingers ghosting over the barrier keeping him from touching her fully as he continued giving her needy cunt sloppy kisses. His tongue licked a strip against her with enough pressure that it sent a jolt through her entire being.

“I don’t think I want to take them off just yet.” He grumbled. One of his hands moved to rest on her pubis and his thumb rubbing lazy circles around her clit while the fingers on his other hand continued to tease her waistband. “Wanna savor the moment.” He mumbled before leaning in to kiss and lick her against her.

Her frustrated moans and whimpers filled the room as he continued to tease and pleasure her through her underwear. Her hand gripped and tugged at his hair, her mind emptying with every minute that passed and her need for physical contact growing at a steady rapid pace.

He enjoyed watching her squirm and writhe though he hadn’t touched her directly. Her underwear, now soaked in her essence and his saliva had become a hindrance to his enjoyment. And when he began to pull the ruined material down, she was all too eager to lift her hips. “Eager bunny.” He chuckled, before returning between her legs. He didn’t waste time tasting her, finally coming to the end of his torture. He let out a low growl as he lapped up her juices greedily. His eyes had been closed, giving her the chance to try and ground herself but when she lifted her head to watch him those captivating eyes had ensnared her again. He moved his hand up her body, slow and with purpose. Her breathing grew heavier as she couldn’t help but watch as his tattooed arms and hands moved. His hands carefully squeezing and kneading her breasts as if she were the mound of dough he had been touching earlier in the day. He pulled her bra down and toyed with them, pinching and tugging on her nipples before rolling them between his fingers. Luca groaned as he enjoyed the way she grew wetter. He had thought about what she would be like in bed. About whether she tasted as good as she looked and he was happy he got the chance. He came to the conclusion that if she’d allowed it, he’d eat her out from sunrise to sunset. But in this very moment, he needed to feel her around his cock more than ever.

Luca pushed himself up, licking his lips as he looked down at the mess he had created between her legs. He pressed the pad of his fingers against her dripping slit, he gathered saliva in his mouth before spitting it out on his index and middle digits. It wasn’t as if she needed it, but fuck was it a sight when he did it. He pressed his fingers deeper and smirked as her walls fluttered around him before fully clenching. “You like the way that feels?”

“Y-yes..” She stopped herself from grabbing his wrist, from touching him in any way even though he hadn’t told her she wasn’t allowed to. He watched the way her thighs shook as she brought her legs up to try and close. “L-Luca.. ah..” He moved closer, gently pushing one of her legs so she could open up for him. She had already been lost in pleasure before and now she found herself slipping back into it. She opened her legs wider as she felt her orgasm slowly building, wanting to chase that high. “I’m gonna..”

“Go ahead, sweetness.” He moved his free hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as he helped her along.

“I-I’m about to..” Her body tensed as the coil tightened in the pit of her stomach. She looked at him as if she were pleading for him to allow her to climax even though he already gave her the go ahead.

“Atta girl.” He leaned towards her, kissing her and swallowing her moans as she gushed around his thick digits. “Cum for me.” Luca hummed as she tightened and fluttered. He positioned himself between her legs, wiping the cum on his fingers against the tip of his cock. “Can I?” He asked, the head of his thick cock resting against her entrance. She leaned up on her elbows the best she could, nodding. “Say it for me.” He held the back of her head as he looked into her eyes again. He could get lost in them so easily, would do anything she requested if she looked him in the eyes. He moved closer.

“Please put it in.” She said softly. “I want to feel you inside.” She gasped when he pushed into her, the initial stretch incomparable to his fingers.

He was gentle with her, working his way inside before he bottomed out. He pulled himself out and silently shook his head before pushing back in. “Fuck~” Luca bit his bottom lip as he pushed deeper before pulling out again. “Why do you feel this good?” His question was rhetorical but she still shrugged in response and earned a chuckle. “And you’re cute.” Luca set a steady deep pace as he tried to keep himself from getting lost in her. His head spun as his need grew, making it a difficult feat. She moaned beneath him, her hands gripping the duvet. He grabbed the backs of her knees and closed her legs, sighing at the change in feeling. He placed her ankles on his shoulder, kissing the side of her calf as his pace changed. He bit his bottom lip as he watched the way her tits bounced with each of his thrusts. He cupped her cheek then pressed his thumb against her soft lips. She sucked on it, gently biting it as she stared up at him. Fuck.. He felt as if he could cum if he continued to stare at the beautiful woman beneath him. Her walls fluttered around him when he changed his angle. “Luca..” She drew out a needy whine. “There..” She gasped when he hit the same spot again. “R-Right there.”

“There?” He questioned with a smirk. “What’ll happen right there baby?” He asked, quickening his pace.

“L-Luca I’m…” Her orgasm rippled through her when he rubbed her clit again, tight circles with pressure that drove her crazy. She arched and writhed beneath him as the extra stimulation made it too much for her. She grabbed his wrist as she tried to push him away, whimpering weakly.

“Not yet.” He grabbed her wrist and pinned it against her underbelly as he continued to fuck her. She continued to try and push his hand away as tears began to well up in her eyes. “Just a little longer.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers as he kept his pace. “Where can I-” She wrapped herself around him without thinking, biting his shoulder when he let out a low bellow that vibrated from his chest to hers. His hips snapping forward as his hot cum shot inside her. Luca plops down on top of her, his face against her chest as they both catch their breaths.

They laid there in silence, Luca’s eyes closed as she stared up at the ceiling in silence. His thumb gently rubbed against her waistline. He slowly pushed up to get off of her but she wrapped her arms around him to stop him. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, looking at her with slight worry in his eyes.

“I don’t want to let go yet.” She mumbled, her eyes still on the ceiling. She mentally cursed herself for how clingy she became. But she worried that if she did let him go, she’d be back at square one.

“How about..” He moved to sit up, able to get out of her hold. “We shower and then get some sleep?” He easily moved off the bed, holding his hand out for her to take. They smiled at each other when she took it. He easily picked her up and walked into the bathroom.

She walked into the restaurant first, thanking Luca as he held the door open for her. She went straight to the back to get changed before heading to her station. “Hey, good morning Chef.” Marcus said as he moved a bag of flour to a different table.

“Good morning Chef.” She cleared her throat, tying her apron around her waist.

“Hey.. I don’t wanna be weird or anything but you didn’t come back to the boat last night.” He spoke low, leaning forward a little.

“Yeah.” She nodded, smiling to herself as she tried to keep her eyes on the task in front of her rather than giving in to the urge to watch Luca.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, still curious.

“Yeah. Just needed to take care of some things.” She smiled at him, her eyes locking with Luca as he easily picked up a heavy bag of flour and placed it on the counter. He looked over at her, a small smirk forming on his lips before he focused on what he had been doing.

“Aah.. take care of some things. Okay.” He repeated, laughing to himself. She shoved him away as she tried to hide the embarrassment that tried to settle.

“I’m not about to play with you.” She laughed to herself before going back to prepping her station.

“Think you can handle the cream for today too, Chef?” Luca asked as he placed heavy whipping cream next to her along with a chilled metal bowl.

“Yes, Chef.” She nodded as she tried to keep herself composed when his hand gently brushed against hers.

“When you’re finished, help Marcus with the dough.”

“You got it, Chef.” She poured the cream into the chilled bowl and began to work.

“What are you doin’ tonight?” He asked softly, crossing his arms. She looked at him, unable to hide the excitement in her eyes.

“Probably catching up on sleep.” He grinned and crossed his arms.

“How do you feel about me making you dinner tonight?”

“Sure.” She tried to sound nonchalant but couldn’t help herself. “I’ll have to tell Marcus I’m not going to the boat tonight.”

“You’re staying on a boat?” He questioned, his eyebrow peaked in curiosity.

“Yeah.”

Luca watched as she turned her attention back to the whipping cream, his eyes lingering on the hickey peeking out from under her collar. Maybe instead of actual food, she’d allow him to have his fill off of her.

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[mitraoki]

Hii, can I request headcanons on the JJK men’s sleeping habits + positions, including Suguru Geto pls? Thank youu

their sleeping positions/habits. (jjk hcs!)

note; omg anon hiiiii! thank you for requesting!!🤍🥺 this is certainly new for me to write, so i hope i did a good job with it!

come on in requests are open! <33 you can always refer to who i write for in my rules :3

i also referred to this link! wanted to give you the best experience <3

masterlist.

gojo satoru

+ would like to properly start these hc's with letting everyone know that gojo is a heavy sleeper. shake him as much as you'd like, bang pots and pans, set hundreds of alarm clocks around him and it would seem like he's not even physically there - he's probably living in his dream at this point. built himself a house and is sleeping there.

+ he claims that the strongest jujutsu sorcerer does not require much rest because he's always out and about, completing missions under his care. but we all know how much fatigue that can cost. one thing you should take note of gojo is how much he's in denial when it comes to taking care of himself. he will continue to tell you he's okay but we all know he's not.... so tell me why is he sleeping like a baby now, hm?

+ just shove gojo onto the bed, that's more than enough for him. that is why he doesn't want to admit he needs sleep - he KNOWS for a fact that if he finds a place to rest, he wouldn't be able to get up anymore, unless he's all recharged for a new day. a bonus for him is that now that you two were sharing a bed, he gets to have you in his arms, too. this means that he needs you in the bed with him at the exact moment as he is; if not he'd already be fast asleep and he'd miss a chance to hold you😭😭😭

+ he adores having you in his arms. this also means that he enjoys being big spoon so much (you're also his bolster). he does know that holding you tight wouldn't give you the best sleeping experience, so he ensures that his grip is loose enough for you to breathe <3 it's genuinely a miracle with how stable this man is when it comes to sleeping, because he can stay in the same. position. the whole. night. 

+ the only time the position actually changes is when he's having nightmares and startles both of you awake. i've mentioned this a number of times before but gojo does not mind being vulnerable in front of you. you might see him sweating, hyperventilating, shedding a tear or two; but he's not going to be running away from you. he needs you to understand the person you're with. when he eventually calms down and gets a glimpse of you, he kisses you, whispering a thank you before laying back down, drifting off to sleep once again.

+ gojo has a good night routine. it's simple, doesn't require a lot of work. he does offer you some advice, and is also not afraid to seek some help from you if he does feel like he's missing out. i feel like the products he uses are super high end ones (no but think about how much he invests in them... his glossy lips say it all), and absolutely does not mind getting you the best ones too :>

geto suguru

+ okay so geto's 100% a light sleeper. i feel like he's the kind where he would lowkey worry about something potentially happening to him or you, or maybe some kind of issue will pop up. so he definitely adapted to waking up the moment he hears noise. of course, when it's nothing to be worried of, he gets all grumpy and has this face >:( on until he falls asleep again.

+ i hc his sleep schedule to be quite admirable :0 geto makes sure he gets the right amount of sleep. not the kind where he has set a specific time to head to bed, but rather how long he must sleep in order to actually be able to function the next day. not one hour must he leave behind because if he does, it's over. geto is now having one of his worst days yet :( but don't blame him, he's so accustomed to it and he doesn't think he can ever overcome it either🥹 poor geto is worried he might unconsciously hurt your feelings due to his bad mood; so when he's quiet, try comforting him, make him his favorite drink, maybe hum a tune or two - he would love a relaxing day <3

+ geto talks to you a lot about his dreams. he doesn't really have a dream journal to write them on (he prefers not to), but he can surprisingly remember whatever he'd dreamt of, and tell them to you. sometimes he researches what his dreams mean too, to see if they have good or bad omen. he looks like a puppy when he's conveying his thoughts about them. if he had a tail you would probably notice it waggling a LOT. 

+ now geto loves holding you. whenever he has the opportunity, he holds you. he keeps you in his embrace, never lets go. something about the two of you fitting together like puzzle pieces makes him so happy. no doubt that he's gonna have a cuddle session before you two doze off hehe :> he tells you about his day, you tell him about yours, and the conversation goes on an on until you two end up falling asleep, completely intertwined with one another. he finds it extremely cozy being able to do this with you every night. it's some form of security for him, and a promise to keep you close no matter what. 

+ he does move a lot though, so you two might end up in completely different positions when you wake up OOPS😭i can see the confused look on both your faces when you see geto upside down and you holding his legs AUGHHH SO CUTEEE

nanami kento

+ oh wow.... our beloved nanami..... my fingers are itching to type this NOW

+ unlike geto, i think this man just forgets about his dreams. whenever you describe yours he's just gonna sit back in his chair, contemplating for so long about what he just dreamt. surely he has to remember something.... was it bad that he didn't...? all he can remember is seeing little dots of green or yellow light illuminating before he goes into a deep sleep.... he's trying okay😭

+ nanami has the BEST sleep schedule out of all the men i've written here. i feel like he hasn't gone through any struggle, neither has it physically bothered him if he had to stay up a little later than usual but everybody deserves good sleep, and he values it a lot. though sometimes you can hear him grumble a little if anything requires him to stay up the entire night. he wants you to have a good sleeping habits too, so it's just him constantly reminding you to take good care of yourself before 'i have to take matters into my own hands' (i personally do NOT mind that. it's nanami we're talking about-)

+ with that said, nanami cannot go to sleep unless you fall asleep first. he's always so worried if you cannot get some shut eye just for the night - his heart aches if he ever learns from you about your struggles with sleep. he's worried you might have nightmares and would continue thinking about it till the sun rises. it's unfair that his dearly beloved would have to go through something without his knowledge. 

+ 'please, 'nami. sleep. i'll be fine', and he immediately replies with a 'no. i'm okay. i enjoy this.' and he really does. he enjoys the faint sounds he gets to hear out the window, the moonlight being your shared room's only light source. the feeling of you nuzzling into his chest further as his arm over your shoulder and behind your back positions itself. you using him as your bolster this time, with your knee in between his legs. him slowly caressing your hand with his fingers, which works like a charm, as he could feel your breaths gradually relaxing on his chest. your eyelids finally win, letting you drift off to dream world. once he's sure that you are fast asleep, he plants a kiss on your forehead. his chest finally matching the rise and fall of yours, dozing off as well. 

+ i mean COME ONNNN of course he's holding you in a sweetheart cradle style!!!!!! nanami sleeps like a log as well, so that means he will not move around as much till he wakes up. he finds it super worth it to have you in his arms. i GUARANTEE YOU if he does have afternoon naps (which i think he has if he had to work overtime), he's going to hold you the same way he always has. if you ever have to get up and start your day, groggy (but too stunning to handle) nanami would pull you back, claiming that he's only going to need you for five more (which turned to ten, then fifteen) minutes.

+ 'i hope you slept well, my love,' he half-whispers with his morning voice so smooth, you just wished there was a way to kiss it. but all you could do was just melt in his touch, praying that this moment could last for as long as you could.

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Part IX: if this is the path I must trudge. I'll welcome my sentence, give you my penance, jailer, jury and judge. - "Her sweet kiss"

Pairing: Astarion x Reader. This is set in Act I.

Tags: fluff I guess ....lots of talking.

Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon

Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight

Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace.

Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live.

Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known.

Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.

Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours.

Part VIII : Your blood like wine, invites me in.

Part X : I can't go yet, don't let me die

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After the long rest, starting from camp, into battle, Astarion was always around you. "Hello beautiful", "yes my sweet" ..."I did miss that face" .... Whether you were by yourself or with others, he seemed to be where you were. Sitting with his arms around your shoulders during the short rests. Bringing an extra piece of camp supply during supper.

It was all very... unsettling.

He wouldn't leave your side during combat. Nor after. After a while, it was becoming very obvious to everyone. You felt a knot in your stomach dreading the time you would have to confront others about his erratic behavior. Especially... shadowheart. Dammit. You should have had a chat with him. You felt angry.

You let yourself be swayed by lust ...

You were oiling you weapon at camp when Karlach approached you. "What's going on with Astarion?". You braced yourself, for the inevitable. "He seems...

infatuated with you! Because we thought he was enamored with... Her..." She gestured quietly towards Shadowheart a bit away.

You paused what you were doing.

But you dared not look her in the eye. Karlach was trying to look out for you. You knew. So why did you feel like the villain here. "Karlach....I ..." You started. Racking your brain... "You see..." Your pulse quickened. As your hands were trembled, you dropped the bottle of oil in your hand, and while trying to catch it, you cut yourself on your blade.

Blood...

"What's wrong, my love!! Are you alright?!" Astarion came running towards you. He knelt down to look at the wound. That's dangerous you thought....blood in front of Astarion....you couldn't predict what he would do! His alarming voice had attracted the folks nearby who all looked at you now. Your heart was racing.

Shadowheart was looking your way.

You dropped your head down and quickly tended to your wound. "Let me see, my sweet". Astarion took you hand. "No. Astarion....not now. " You withdrew. Everyone was looking at you. Expecting an explanation or so you thought. Were you just guilty? Perhaps they were just concerned ...

"Enough. What's going on with you two"

Karlach now demanded. Her arms crossed, frowning. "If there is something the party should know ...maybe you should let us, your friends know, " her voice softened. "Don't you think". You felt your tears coming up again. You felt a traitor to them. You clenched your hands right. Do you...tell them? That you ...that you love him?

Astarion stood up.

"Well, there is no easy way to do this. It was bound to happen sooner rather than later. This is as good a time as any. I... I have a secret. That I have been keeping from all of you. You see...I'm a ...vampire" Silence...you couldn't see their faces. You didn't know how they took it. But in that instant, you felt, grateful to Astarion. He took the worst of it for you.

You admired his bravery.

Knowing full well, he could be killed right there. "A vampire among us!!" Laezel was the first to break the silence. "But of course, the signs were all there" followed Gale. "I never thought I would see the day!! " Chimed Wyll. They took it surprisingly well, you thought to yourself, still looking at the ground.

"I better not wake up with holes in my neck"

Seemed to be the next thing everyone was eager to clarify. Shadowheart was the only one quiet. "Well ...that was quite the revelation. And I personally don't care what you are, Astarion. I am not afraid of you". Said Karlach, her voice reassuring. "But what I am most curious to know, is what our leader thinks of having you in our party".

You could feel all eyes on you. 

"What do you think, captain?" She asked.

Suddenly, you remembered who you were, to these people gathered around....you felt your heart settle. Your pulse quieten. Your strength returned. They were all looking at you...for guidance. You promised to lead them to salvation after all. Yes, that's what you were...to them. 

You stood up and faced them.

But before you could say anything... Astarion cut you off. "Oh....she knows. She was the first person....that I confessed to. And...for the record, it was me...who asked her to keep it a secret. Because...I was afraid...of well ...torches and pitchforks....you know, the usual" he tried to make light of his fear. 

"You have known about it?!" 

Everyone was surprised. All eyes were on you again. But you didn't care. You stood in your power. You authority was granted to you by them. "I have. And I did indeed to keep his secret. Because he promised me, he would never hurt any of you. And I think it's safe to say, he is a man of his word". You looked at him. He was shaken, scared...but he wouldn't admit it. "I decided that he can travel with us, provided he kept his fangs to himself. Only feed on animals, or bandits. Or ask ... Before he bit us". 

You wanted to lend him your strength. 

He shall receive sanctuary through your authority. You nodded at him. He let out a sigh. Of relief. "Thank you. All of you...and yes I promise. I shall not hurt any of you...without asking.". You looked at everyone. They seemed, relieved too. The initial shock had subsided. "Captain has been gracious enough to allow me to feed on her when I really needed it. "

What? 

You flipped your head back at him. You fool! What have you done! You told them. You heard them gasp, audibly! "Is that why you have been so tired every now and then?! " Asked Gale. Perceptive. You grimaced, looking away. If only looks could kill, you gave Astarion a hard stare and turned to face them. "I can't ...turn someone away if they need my help". You said, honestly. 

"So...." Shadowheart spoke for the first time....

"So....You have been laying with me, but going to captain....for ....blood" everyone perhaps anticipated this. You looked away. You hated yourself for having facilitated that. It wasn't entirely your doing, but you felt a traitor all the same. Your heart raced again. That dread, that knot in your chest...came back. 

She turned and left. 

You looked at Astarion. Shocked and fixed in his spot. What did he think would happen. "Don't you need to go after her?" You asked, annoyed. He didn't look at you..hesitating. Then slowly left to follow her. 

What a mess. 

Part X : I can't go yet don't let me die

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005

Pairing : Miguel O'Hara X Best Friend Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : Miguel being Miguel at his finest.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Miguel O’Hara Masterlist

This is a direct continuation of 004. : )

Surprisingly enough (or somewhat not),  it doesn't take long before the two of you fall into an easy routine. It takes Miguel a total of two days before he's completely used to having your presence the little amount more around than usual

It scares Miguel how natural it feels to share his bed with you, and to live with you. It's now been a little over two weeks since you've been staying at his place, and he absolutely loves it. Not that he's willing to admit that to anyone.

He loves how easy it is to come home to a freshly cooked meal, or to cook together when he finds the time for it. He loves waking up next to you, wrapped up into one another. You relax him to a level where he actually has to put an alarm clock on in order to wake up on time. Sleeping more comfortably with you next to him.

The attack at your place did shake him though, having brought him right back into his paranoia about losing you. Just a little more than before. He's strict in the simple rule of wanting to pick you up when you have a shift until late. He's also adamant about dropping you off when you start early. (The shop you work at is open from 8-21', morning shifts start at 6'.) 

Currently it's afternoon, and your shift ended about 10 minutes ago. You're on your way to his lab, and should be arriving soon. At least, he hopes you arrive soon. Peter B is in his lab, and keeps on telling him about Mayday, who's also crawling all over the place.

Miguel sighs once more as Peter just wouldn't stop talking.

" Peter. I really don't care. Go bother someone else." Miguel grumbles, hoping Peter will take the obvious hint and leave.

To his disappointment, he doesn't.  Things get even more interesting annoying when one of the recently recruited spider woman walk into the lab. 

He doesn't like her. Not even a little bit. He doesn't understand why Ben brought her in. She was an okay spiderwoman, but maybe not yet great enough for the multiverse. He still trusts Ben though, trusting his judgement on this one.

" Hi Peter, hi Miguel!" She calls to both of them with a smile.

Miguel can't even remember her name. 

Peter enthusiastically calls back to her whilst Miguel himself grumbles a forced greeting in response. 

She wordlessly slings herself onto his platform as well, smiling as she holds out a box to him.

He raises a brow at her in question.

" I heard you usually tend to skip lunch unless someone reminds you, so I decided to bring you some empanadas, I heard you like those." She smiles.

He admits the gesture is sweet. But he can't be bothered to give a damn when he knows you're on your way with freshly baked goodies. (The cafe you work at is also a fresh bakery.)

" Y/N's on her way with my lunch." He deadpans, no emotion visible on his face.

He has no idea if you actually are, but you usually bring him something.

Nameless spiderwoman blushes in embarrassment, something Peter is able to help with.

" Hey, Mayday and I haven't eaten yet! We'll take em." He smiles.

" Don't let Mayday eat in my lab, Peter. It'll be a mess." Miguel warns Peter, who hums and skip off.

Spider woman remains, something Miguel doesn't really understand, but whatever.

As if on que, he hears your footsteps nearing from down the hall, and so he lowers his platform wordlessly.

Just as the platform almost nears the ground, you walk in. Miguel can't help himself when a slight smile pulls at his face.

With some struggles, and a helping hand, you manage to climb onto the platform.

" Thanks. Also, here's your lunch. We were making croissants this morning. One has chocolate by the way, I'm only willing to share that one if you ask nicely." You tell him, setting a paper bag onto his desk.

You turn to the spider woman with a smile, surprising her.

" Hi, I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself yet- I'm Y/N. Not a spider person, I just mostly hang out around HQ when I'm not working." You grin, holding out your hand for her.

She takes it, smiling politely.

" Hi. My name is Mary Jane, but I mostly go by MJ." She smiles as well.

" Was I interrupting anything?" You ask as you glance back at Miguel, who's munching on a croissant.

MJ opens her mouth to reply, but Miguel beats her to it.

" No, you're fine. She was just leaving." Miguel says, giving MJ a pointed look.

MJ turns pink in embarrassment again before mumbling out a greeting and swinging away.

" You sure I didn't?" You ask him. " She seemed to have something to say." You tell him.

He shrugs.

" I don't really care to be honest. " He tells you.

You hum, before plopping into his desk chair and opening up something on your phone.

" Hey so I've been looking around, and I found a new apartment. It's a little farther away, and even smaller, but it's in a nicer neighborhood and has better security." You tell him, opening up the site on your phone to show him.

However, when you turn your phone to face him , you find him already looking at you, as if he meant to tell you something a while ago.

" Right." He starts, glancing at the screen of your phone before he wipes his mouth of crumbs with his sleeve. " So uhm, I was actually thinking...- What if you stay with me?" He asks, eyes showcasing that kind of vulnerability he only shows with you.

You blink at him.

" You can't be serious right?" You ask him eventually.

" What?"

" Look. You're my best friend. And you always will be. But don't be mistaken that I didn't notice how you cast me aside until I was in danger two weeks ago, Miguel. You can't just treat me like that, save me, and expect us to share a space on your name in which you could kick me out whenever you want." You tell him.

There's no bite in your words, no ill intentions. Miguel knows he messed up with the stupid idea of creating distance between the two of you, now he isn't even sure why he made that decision.

" Look, uhm, I- I don't know how to explain this to you, but I have a sort of valid... reason? I didn't do it because I was bored of you or something. I know I never will be, in fact." He tells you, stepping closer to you as he takes your free hand in his.

" I'll tell you when I'm ready. I promise. But for now, I just can't tell you." He tells you quietly.

In truth, his reasoning is pretty wacky. He's fallen for you. Hard. And he was afraid of his own feelings, still is, but just slightly less. 

You sigh, but nod.

" Look, I trust you. Just promise me you won't randomly kick me out and we can see if this works out." You tell him, your thumb running comforting patterns over his hand.

He visibly brightens up at your words as he nods. " Okay." He smiles softly.

The two of you are now so close, it's incredibly tempting to kiss you right now. Almost giving into the moment to bend down and connect your lips to his- he's grateful to be distracted when one of his screens showcase a circling movement, signaling an anomaly.

You turn to look at it as well- were you too swept up in the moment?

" Right. Work. " You hum as you pick out your chocolate croissant from the bag on top of his table.

[ A/N: Anyone one has any ideas for this one shot-series book? I'm lowkey running out of scenarios except for a selected few but I don't feel like quitting these two just yet.]

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[520cafe]

sour grapes. cupid and vulnerable nights

a loud knocking sound disrupted the composed and soundless setting which caused dan heng to turn his head towards the source of the sound. hesitantly, he stood up from his chair and cautiously made his way to the door. he wrapped his hand tightly around the door knob and just held onto it, staring at his own reflection. why was he feeling so nervous?

he slowly opened the door and was met with your eyes gazing into his, your lips formed into the shape of a small crescent as you broke the silence with a somewhat tensed chuckle.

“sorry about this, it’s only for one night..” you sighed apologetically, genuinely feeling guilty for having disturbed him. however, dan heng only looked at you with a small smile.

“there’s no need to apologise, it’s just..” he let out a cough and stayed quiet for a moment after trailing his last words. if you were not paying attention to him and not being observant, you would have missed how he broke eye contact with you for a split second before quickly looking back at you. seemingly, he was struggling to find the right words to say. “have you seen my last message?”

“huh? you sent a message?”

it was now dan heng’s turn to feel his heart not sink, but drop to the pits of his stomach. a realisation has came to his mind: his last message was not sent. he only blinked, and blinked once more as in denial to the current situation he found himself in.

“why?… is there anything wrong?” now it was your turn to be puzzled. you watched as he slightly coughed into his hands again as a poorly executed attempt to salvage himself and this unprecedented situation he got himself into.

“it’s just… there’s only one bed. i live alone after all..”

finally, it dawned on you. speechless, you helplessly froze in place as imaginary crows began flying around your head. did i seriously forget that he lives alone?! those thoughts were echoing and bouncing off the walls of your head like a non-stop alarm clock.

the corners of dan heng’s lips slightly curved upwards as he sighed, almost amused by your reaction. he stepped back to make space for you to enter his dorm. “it’s alright though.. i can just take the couch—”

“i can’t let you sleep on the couch in your own dorm.”

before dan heng could even open his mouth to protest, you stepped inside his dorm while removing your shoes and successfully got yourself a place to crash for the night. all he was able to do was to shut the door in defeat and hurriedly chase after you.

opening the door to the living room, he already found you settling comfortably on his couch as he leaned against the door frame. a choir of stars seemed to have shined in his moonlight-blue eyes that softly crinkled upwards as he paid close attention to your every move: it was you who awakened those stars.

“well, i can’t let you sleep on the couch either” his expression remained unchanged as his eyes did not leave you even for a second; the look shadowing his eyes, it felt reassuring and almost awe-stricken. an invisible presence of the mystical love-struck cupid twirled in the same room, dan heng sighed as if he just consumed a love potion of courage.

“if you want, we could just sleep on the bed together?”

an unexpected warmth forwardly made its way to paint your face a flushed pink that was mixed with a convoluted mess of embarrassment and fluster. this would go unescaped to dan heng as he gently chuckled at your reaction, his deep tired voice almost captivating you in a hypnosis.

“don’t worry i didn’t mean it but, i still can’t let you take the couch—”

“it’s okay! we can.. share the bed.”

just like how you two did in the past.

🍇 SOUR GRAPES 〈 10 cupid and vulnerable nights

━━ MASTERLIST. ╱ PREV. ╱ NEXT.

╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

╰► [ a/n ] : just a heads up, the next few chapters will be written !! i hope you all can stand my writing hhhhh anyway what if i said that i finished making all the chapters for act one 🤭 and i hope you’re all enjoying sour grapes so far <3

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[harlowsbby]

Who is Who

You loved pranking Jack it was always so funny watching him get all riled up and frustrated but this time around you were going to be the one getting riled up.

Lately the two of you have been arguing more than usual and it was always over something so small or meaningless, let’s say Jack forgot to take out the trash you’d get irritated and just start rambling on and on, on how forgetful he is. So today he decided it was time to get you back.

For today’s prank Jack was going to be saying another girls name in his ‘sleep’ and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid of your reaction because he’d be mad too if you said another man’s name in your sleep.

The two of you had a little party to go to later so you were in your room taking a nap and Jack was on the couch taking a ‘nap’ as well. You had your alarm set to go off in a few minutes so Jack had to hurry up and make it seem as if he was sleeping before you woke up.

He took his blanket and laid it across himself and messed up his curls a bit to make it seem like he was sleeping and hung one leg over the couch, he looked at the time seeing it was about 5 minutes till your alarm was set to go off.

After a few minutes of laying there he heard the sound of your alarm going off and the sound of you getting up from the bed. You groaned and stretched before standing up and making your way outside to the living room.

You rolled your eyes seeing Jack passed out on the couch and went to get you some water, Jack opened his eyes up a bit seeing you in the kitchen and quickly closed his eyes as you turned back around.

Just as you were about to go inside the room again to get ready for the party you stopped when you heard Jack talking in his sleep. “Ashley stop it.” He laughed in his sleep.

You froze and looked down at him if looks could kill Jack would be a dead man right about now. “What did you just say?” You told him and made your way into the living room again and sat on the coffee table.

“Jack.” You shook him roughly but he still didn’t budge. “Jack.” You said again the irritation was evident in your tone. “Ashley come on baby stop it now.” He laughed again in his sleep and flipped over to the side.

“Ashley? Who the hell is Ashley, you know what I got something for Ashley.” You said sarcastically and made your way back into the kitchen where you got a bottle of freezing cold water before making your way back into the living room.

Jack moved around a bit more in his sleep and you stood there with the bottle of water dangerously close to his face. “What did you just say?” You repeated yourself again. “Wake up Jack.” You shook him again but he still wasn’t budging so you tossed the water in his face which caused him to get up.

“What are you doing?!” He was honestly startled he didn’t think you’d actually throw something on him.

“Who is Ashley?!”

“No the real question is why did you just throw water in my face?!” He yelled back as he cleaned his face with his shirt.

“Answer my damn question Jack who is Ashley? And why do you keep saying her name in your sleep.”

You were beyond irritated and Jack was trying his absolute best not to start laughing right then and there.

“What are you talking about? I don’t know anybody named Ashley.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Are you being serious right now? You said Ashley like three times in your sleep.” He looked around ‘confused’ acting as if he had no idea.

“Ashley who?” You huffed and placed your hands on your hips and looked at him with your eyebrows raised. “Seriously? This is how you’re going to act now.” He sat up and raised his hands in defense. “Baby, on my life I don’t know who Ashley is I swear.”

“So you think I’m stupid? Do you think I just made up everything I just heard?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t… I mean I didn’t say that.” He tried defending his case but you weren’t having it.

“Fine, since you wanna act like you don’t know who Ashley is I guess I’ll just go with Jason.” You smirked and walked away and of course Jack followed after you. “Who is Jason?” He said and leaned against the bathroom frame watching as you applied your makeup.

“Who is Ashley.” You completely ignored his question. “No I asked you first Y/N, now who is Jason? You think you can just go around and see other guys when you’re clearly in a relationship with me?” He was starting to get red in the face now.

“Says the one that’s clearly out here seeing other women why don’t you go take Ashley to the party I’ll just hangout with Jason tonight.” You smirked and patted his chest as you walked past him and into your closet, Jack followed you like a lost puppy.

“Baby it’s a prank I’m not seeing anybody nor do I know anybody named Ashley I just decided to mess with you.” He started to panic as you started putting on your heels. “Really? That’s honestly wild because I’m not joking I’m really going out with Jason.” Jack didn’t know what to do but to watch you finish putting on your heels and put on your accessories.

“Baby come on I know you’re messing with me you’d never cheat on me and you know it.” You stopped what you were doing and raised your eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? How are you so sure about that, I’ve been thinking since we’ve been arguing so much lately it’s best we take a little break and see new people.”

His mouth practically flew open at the words that just came out your mouth. “You’re joking right? I’m sorry but you aren’t going anywhere and you aren’t leaving me.” You laughed and shook your head at him. “It’s a joke Jack I’m not leaving you.”

“Wait.. so you just pranked me back?” He said dumbfounded. “I sure did, next time you want to prank someone maybe don’t send your idea to the person you’re pranking.” You said slowly and showed him your messages he groaned seeing that he did indeed send his plan to you.

“I’m sorry baby I just decided it would be fun to get you for once since you’re always getting me.” He said. You coo’d and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “It’s okay and I’m sorry for pranking you back I’m also sorry for the past few days I know I’ve been a lot.”

“You got that right.” He mumbled under his breath but you heard him loud and clear.

“Oh is that right? Well since you wanna agree with me you can sleep on the couch tonight and get your own ride to the party.” You huffed and grabbed your purse before making your way outside.

“Baby!? I’m only playing you know I love you.” He yelled and chased after you with a grin displayed on his face.

Even when the two of you had little small heated arguments you both always knew how to bounce back in the end and let love win.

(Something I did just because I was bored 😭)

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[cuttergauthier]

Family Snow Day

Female reader x Timo Meier

word count: 0.8k

Masterlist | Masterlist

Warning: Fluff, Domestic Timo

y/d/n = you're daughter's name

I Opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock to see that it’s 6:30 a.m. We forgot to close the curtains last night so I could see the snow falling outside. I reached for my phone to check and see if Y/d/n had school today. Our daughter is currently in Kindergarten and she is the light of Timo and I’s Life. Looks like because of the weather the school is closed today which means it’s a snow day for Y/d/n, thankfully Timo had the day off today so Y/d/n is going to be excited to be able to spend it with both of her parents.

I put my phone down on the nightstand and turned around to see my husband lying on his stomach still sleeping, his face facing me, he looked so peaceful. I know for a fact that Y/d/n will be walking into our room in a few minutes. She does this every morning, she’s a morning person so It's rare if I have to wake her up in the morning since she’s usually pretty good at waking up on her own.

I reached out and softly stroked my hand softly on Timo’s cheek, he stirred before his eyes opened when he saw me he smiled. He groaned, blinking softly before reaching forward and giving me a peck on the lips.

“What time is it?” he asked once he pulled away.

“6:30 a.m. it’s also a snow day, I checked and the school is closed due to the weather.” I said softly.

He groaned before pulling me to his chest. 

“Why are we awake then?” he asked, making me giggle.

“Because you and I both know that no matter what our daughter is going to walk in here any second” I teased.

“Do you think we can convince her to go back to bed?” he asked.

I smiled before shaking my head.

“Not a chance” I said 

Not even a second later our door opened and our daughter came running in before climbing up on the bed.

“Mommy, daddy did you see it’s snowing” she said excitedly, jumping into our arms. Timo and I both smiled. 

“Is it? I didn’t realize” Timo said, teasing before tickling her. She started giggling in his arms.

“Mommy save me” She said through her giggles.

“Of course baby” I said before pulling her softly in my arms and placing a kiss to her forehead.

She cuddled into my arms, while Timo smiled happily at us.

“Guess what sweetheart, today is a snow day so you get to spend it with mommy and I” Timo said softly to her. 

Her eyes widened and a smile broke out.

“Really?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes, what do you say we start this morning with pancakes?” I ask her.

She nodded her head excitedly. Pancakes are her favorite breakfast.

“Perfect, let’s go to the kitchen.” I said, I got out of bed and helped her down the bed.

“Can daddy and I help Mommy?” she asked before taking my hand so we could walk downstairs to the kitchen.

“Well of course” I said happily. Timo also got out of bed and we all made our way downstairs to the kitchen.

I got the pan ready, Timo pulled her up and sat her down on the kitchen island while he helped her stir the ingredients in a bowl.

“What do we want in our pancakes? Blueberries or chocolate chips?” I ask both of them.

“Chocolate chips” They both answered, making me giggle.

“You got it” I said, I got the chocolate chips out of the cabinet and gave it to Timo so he and Y/d/n could mix it in with the ingredients.

 Y/d/n and her father are so much alike it amazes me, I adore my family, I couldn’t ask for more.

Once the pancakes were ready and we finished eating I cleaned up the dishes, while Timo went and got Y/d/n for the day. Since we are going to spend the day at home, we thought we would all dress cozy and watch Christmas movies.

Christmas is only a few weeks away so we thought it would be a good activity.

Once I was done I made my way to Timo and I’s room and dit my morning routine before changing into some sweatpants and one of my Husband’s hoodies.

Once I got back to the living room, Timo had set up everything and both him and Y/d/n are sitting down on the couch. Y/d/n was cuddled up to him. I smiled at the scene before making my way to them and cuddling up to Timo on his other side. He wrapped his arm around me and placed a kiss on my forehead before smiling.

“I love our family” he whispered in my ear.

“So do I, I couldn't be happier” I said smiling up at him.

“Shhh” our daughter said Concentrated on the movie, making Timo and I laugh.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

First Lady Please

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: I didn't forget about this request lol

Synopsis: First Lady and her husband Jack Harlow are the latest celebrities to be interviewed by Yung Miami

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a lot of you lol

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

It was the middle of the CHTKMY tour and of course your husband begged for you to come along with him for at least a few weeks before yours started.

As expected, you said yes and he has barely let you out of his sight since. However, one night you got to sneak away and spend time with Caresha and JT when Caresha brought up wanting to have you on her new show to interview you. Because the two of you were close, it wouldn’t seem like an interview, but two friends catching up on what had been going on in each other’s lives.

Jack didn’t have a show tonight, so Caresha thought it would be the perfect day to film it. You were currently getting ready and finishing up your hair when you heard Jack behind you.

“Mamasssss!”

“Yes?”

“How long are you going to be? This is my off day and I can’t even spend it with my wife.” You didn’t have to even look at him to know that he was pouting something serious. 

“It is not going to take that long so stop being dramatic. Besides, you can come too if that will make you feel better.”

“What will make me feel better is giving you my undivided attention in this bed, but I digress.”

“Jackman, get it together. We have plenty of time for that later.”

“No we don’t because I have to go to sleep early by wifey’s orders or I’m going to get yelled at.”

“Let’s see. Sex or sleep? We know which one you’re choosing so don’t even lie. I do recall you saying the other day that you would be able to get up on time when in fact you didn’t. I had to set four alarms for you and you still got up late. I woke you up and you proceeded to say that you were going to start getting ready. I come back to see that you fell back asleep.”

“I wanted to drown in my wife’s pussy instead, but you just left me to fend for myself to go with Dani.”

“Bye, smush. I was only gone for thirty minutes.”

“What? What I say?”

“If you’re coming with me, you need to get dressed now. We’re meeting in like thirty minutes.”

“I’m already dressed! I just have to put on my shoes.”

You turned around and were eyeing your husband who was shirtless, had one sock on, along with his boxers. And you were thoroughly confused. 

“Jack, baby….”

“Huh?”

“First off you cannot be serious and second, where the hell is your other sock?!”

Jack simply shrugged before getting up and going to his suitcase to pull out something to wear.

“Actually, babe, you just go take a shower and I’ll pick out your outfit.” You said while going over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He leaned down to give you several kisses which immediately had you smiling up at him. 

“Don’t put me in anything that’s going to make me look like a man whore.” You did a double take to look at him and you simply shook your head as you slipped on your shoes.

“Imma kick your ass. Shut up and get in the shower!”

You were now sitting across from Caresha and the two of you were about to start while Jack, Dani, Brandi, and Urban were of course standing off to the side. 

“Y/N, why do you look nervous? It’s me and we talk all the time!”

“I know! And I don’t know why!”

“It’ll be fine, let’s do this.”

“Welcome to another episode of Caresha Please and this one is very special because I got the one and only first lady of Private Garden, Y/N Harlow with me today!”

“Thank you for having me and I am extremely nervous.”

“Don’t be! I mean my questions are a little bit out there sometimes, but all I have to do is slide in some questions about your husband and you’ll be fine.”

“Stop it before I turn red!” You exclaimed while laughing and trying to hide your face.

“You know what? Jack, come over here and join us.”

The producers were about to bring another chair to place next to you, but Jack quickly waved them off. Instead he picked you up and you were now sitting in his lap and he kissed your cheek.

“Okay! Matching outfits! I see yall! This is one of my favorite couples in the entire universe, not even going to lie. Okay, so I want to start off by saying that I love the fact that you two are so transparent and honest with your relationship because you obviously don’t have to be. But what makes you two want to share it with the world?”

You looked over at Jack for him to answer.

“I think it’s because we want to show that you can be young, in love, and have a successful marriage. When people found out that we were married and what age we did it, they couldn’t understand why. My thing is that, you don’t need to understand. The only thing that anyone needs to know is that I knew when we first met that she was my wife so why am I going to sit around and wait? Best decision I ever made.”

“And how did you know she was the one?”

“I know this is about to sound like some fairytale shit, but when people say love at first sight is a thing, believe them. I was fourteen and haven’t looked another girl’s way since. Being attracted to her not just physically, but I fell in love with every part of her. And all of the parts that make her unique. I first told her I loved her when I was seventeen and I remember that I would always come to get her after third period. One day, she goes missing, I can’t find her. So of course I’m losing my shit, come to find out she went home early. Long story short, I immediately left to go and check on her and when I saw that she was okay, something in me realized that the feeling of panic that I had over the thought of losing her, I never wanted to feel again. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I didn’t have her in my life. That moment solidified it.”

“Aww, your wife is turning red again and her eyes are watering.” Caresha said and you laughed before she went into her next question.

“Can’t even put into words how much I love him and how special he is to me. When I saw those freckles, blue eyes, and curly hair, your girl was sold.”

“She turns red when we talk about something else too.”

“JACKMAN, DO NOT START!”

“No, let’s start, let’s get into it. We know that you two do not shy away from showing how much the two of you love each other so these questions are about to get a little raunchy, but then we’ll discuss music careers and all that too.”

“Let’s go for it.”

“Are the two of you a part of the mile high club?”

You immediately looked down as Jack was trying to stifle a laugh.

“I take that as a yes. And I will add that I’m not surprised.” Caresha said before laughing at the scene in front of her.

“Okay, so it was on our way to Australia, everyone was asleep or we assumed that everyone was asleep.”

“I WAS AWAKE!”

“SHUT UP URBY!”

“Anyway, because Jack is so tall, it was a little difficult, but hey I’d do it again.”

“Okay Y/N, does Jack really hold up to his nickname, Missionary Jack?”

“Yes, most definitely.”

“But, that’s not your favorite position is it?”

“No, riding him like a rodeo all day is my go to.”

“Okay, well damn, Mrs. Harlow.”

“Completely at my mercy and I’m in control, what I say goes.”

“I just let her think that, but she already knows who’s really in control.” All you did was roll your eyes. 

“Okay, so, has he really fucked the earrings off of you?” Both you and Jack busted out laughing and you went to hide in Jack’s chest but not before nodding your head yes.

“Oh, so the lyrics are true?!”

“I wear a lot of hoop earrings, so I have lost a few in our um extracurricular activities.”

“Because I’m nosey and I stalked both of your instagram pages for this one, but I wanted to hear it from the two of you. First lady, spit or swallow?”

“A lady finishes her food is all I’m going to say.”

“DAMN MAMA, OKAY! I AGREE! Oh and something else, how do you feel in terms of spitting? Do you like to give or receive?”

“All down my throat, baby. I’m ready.”

“Damn, Jack you be putting it down LIKE THAT?”

“I have to satisfy my wife and I’m getting more selfless by the day, she gets taken care of first and then the rest can come after.”

“I see what you did there.” You said while winking at him and he gave you a small smirk. 

“I’ve heard that you and Jack’s best friend, who I also learned was yours too, are very close. Anything happening over there?”

“Happening like what?”

“Don’t even try it, you two.”

“Me and my friend, just like twins, same nutsack, and the same dick head.” You said reciting Jack’s lyrics while Urban was in the corner smirking. 

“I KNEW IT! Now, is Urban allowed to be with her when you aren’t around?”

“NO, I’M NOT TRYING TO DIE!” Urban exclaimed and the three of you looked over at him.

“He knows how protective I am over her, so no.”

“Okay has anyone in PG gotten jealous because of you inviting Urban into the bedroom with the two of you?”

“As far as I know, I don’t think so. They actually have never said but they get annoyed when we talk about our sex adventures so they probably want to sit this one out?”

“Okay, how many times have you gotten noise complaints at hotels?”

“We got one this morning. I told her to keep quiet, but NOPE.”

“Not my fault. I didn’t ask you to make me cum seven times this morning in the shower.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining and it would have been more if you didn’t have to leave with Brandi.”

“Seven times?!”

“I lost count after three.”

“And apparently, I have now learned that Urban or Neelam calls the front desk for the hotel staff to tell us because they know if it’s coming from them, we won’t listen.”

“Jack, have you ever dropped her during shower sex?”

“No, but I came close when we were on our festival run. She wouldn’t let me live it down for two weeks.”

“Your wife was in danger.”

“I CAUGHT YOU!”

“BARELY!”

“What is the craziest place that you two have had sex?”

“Oh shit… there’s a lot.” 

“Too many to name.”

“Just pick one.”

“Okay, on the hood of my car in Cherokee Park.”

“Oh, forgot about that one.”

“What were you going to say?”

“At my cousin’s wedding, and I am NOT going to say which cousin it was.”

“Oh shit, that was wild. Sweated out your hair and everything.”

“At least no one was looking for us and we slipped out the back.”

“Okay Y/N, the highest number of orgasms Jack has given you in one night?”

All Jack was doing behind you was smirking because he already knew the answer.

“It was after the VMA’s, and…..”

“And what girl?! SPILL IT!” Caresha exclaimed while looking at you.

“Yall are about to say this is impossible, but I lost count at sixteen.”

“SIXTEEN?! SIX FUCKING TEEN?! WAIT, YOU LOST COUNT, BUT IT WAS MORE?!”

“It was 21. And I cannot wait to do that to her again, I’m going for 25.” 

“How in the world are you not pregnant yet? And that leads into my next question, are we expanding our family with fur babies or human babies?”

“I have been banned from buying any more pets, so I guess they have to be human and have Jack’s big head.”

“First of all, outta pocket, and second baby, we have twelve pets. TWELVE.”

“You can never have enough pets.”

“Now, Y/N, does Jack like to use toys on you or just himself to pleasure you?”

“Oh, I’m answering this because she has a surprise waiting for her when we get done.”

You turned around to look at him with wide eyes and all he did was wiggle his eyebrows and smirk.

“Can’t take your horny ass anywhere. 

“Now what is going on with you two and Dua Lipa?”

“Simple, she wants to steal my wife.” You immediately rolled your eyes and Caresha laughed. 

“But don’t you have a song with her name as the title?”

“That’s actually Y/N’s song because she wrote it. She switched up a few lyrics then wanted me to put it on my album. That girl terrorizes the absolute FUCK outta me. She’s been after my wife ever since. I wish she would have kept the song for herself, but it might have been worse if she did.”

“Stop being dramatic, smush.”

“BABY! TELL ME SHE DOESN’T HAVE ME FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE ON A DAILY BASIS?!”

“I plead the fifth.”

“EXACTLY!”

“And Y/N, why didn’t you accept the wedding proposal from your favorite Harlow child which happens to be Jack’s little brother Clay?”

“Now…. I know good and got damn well…..” Jack started to say and look at Caresha in disbelief. 

“Clay will always be my little baby! He can do no wrong in my eyes. I guess because Jack saw me first.”

“YOU GUESS? WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!”

“I love you pookie.”

“Mm hmm, sure.”

“Now, Jack, would you let Dua get one night with the first lady?”

“She can kiss my ass. NO CHANCE IN HELL! She knows she has to stay six feet away from her at all times.”

“Watch her text me after this airs.”

All Jack did was glare at you and you stifled a laugh. 

“And this is a little out there, and it was one question that a fan sent in, but…. Jack, would you ever consider a threesome with Clay and your wife?”

“Caresha, do you want me to go to jail? We have an entire tour to finish.”

“Okay, that answers that. Jack, do you eat the booty like groceries? From my investigation, I know Urban does.”

“Since when am I a part of this interview?!” You heard Urban from the side of you and you simply shook your head. 

“Nothing is off limits when it comes to my wife, whatever she wants. Like I said before, getting more selfless by the day when it comes to her.”

“Now, Y/N, I know Jack is 6’3, however, he’s really just a soft baby isn’t he?”

“HEY!”

“The softest! Like my big teddy bear. He can’t function without me. Little spoon energy.

”This is throwing off my alpha male persona. BUT, I agree. Just don’t tell the rest of PG.”

“PLEASE, they already know how much of a simp you are.”

Jack simply shrugged. 

“Favorite physical feature of each other?”

“His beard, love playing in it and how it feels on my thighs while he’s in between them. Oh and his curly hair! I still remember when we discovered he had gray hair. He was in complete shambles for like a month.”

“I WAS 20! I DESERVED TO HAVE MY TIME TO GRIEVE!”

“Grieve for what smush?”

“My youth being gone.”

“Bye, Jackman.”

“I like how this is funny to you.”

“It’s not, baby, you’re just dramatic.”

“LOOK WHO’S TALKING!”

“Whewww, yall not holding back today. Okay, Jack? Favorite feature of your wife?”

“Like a blade of grass wants sunlight, I just want that ass. But I love her eyes.”

“Your dumbass would throw that in there.”

“Jack, what is your favorite non-sexual thing your wife does?”

“Her ability to take charge of a situation. Shit gets me every time. She doesn’t take any shit from anyone, including me.”

“You got damn right. You better not stick a curl out of line.”

“Okay, moving on to our careers in music. It’s no secret that Y/N has written a lot of songs for you Jack, but Y/N what is your favorite one you’ve written from each album?”

“Damn, that’s hard. Okay so for 18, I’m Good, Gazebo, Dark Knight, for Loose it’s a tie between Sundown, Cody Banks, and Sylvia, umm Ghost and Heavy Hitter from Confetti, Rendezvous, Route 66, Creme, and Tyler Herro from TWTAS, and for his newest one Churchill Downs, and Young Harleezy. My thing was that when people really started to doubt him saying things like he’s an industry plant we came up with Tyler Herro because I was like yall need to understand that my husband is talented and that he’s here to stay right along with the rest of us in PG and we don’t give a flying fuck if you don’t like it. He’s been doing this since he was in middle school and I was like I’ll be damned if he lets up now.”

“Damn, mamas, you got me hot. Love when you defend me and shit.”

“Yall two can do all you want when yall get back to the hotel, but for right now we’re not done. Now, who is one person that FL is not allowed to work with besides Giveon?”

“So, one thing I always try to do is protect my wife because I know with her especially being a woman who is a rapper, people might try to take advantage of that. And she can be a little too trusting sometimes and that’s why I worry. For the most part, everyone is respectful of her besides the person you just named so no one is off limits. But there is one now that I think about it.”

“Who?”

“Nicki Minaj. You can’t call my wife untalented because she was nominated for an award and you’re mad because your song didn’t get into the same category. It’s sad because that’s who she looked up to, but not happening and it probably never will. I protect her space and her energy and I want no negativity around her.”

“That’s my man and imma stick beside him.”

“Favorite song that you two have worked on together?”

“SEX LIES!” Both of you exclaimed at the same time before laughing.

“Jack, favorite song that you’ve written for her?”

“Easy, Obsessed off 18. She cried when I played it for her. But Luv is Dro is a close second.”

“And what was your reaction when you caught her rapping for the first time?”

“I was floored, because I was trying to figure out how she had hid it from me for so long. Still trips me out to this day.”

“And Y/N, why did you hide it?”

“I was just content with being behind the scenes. It was my goal to be in the music industry and I've come further than I ever thought possible.”

“Are we ever going to get a joint album and tour?”

“Maybe, we’ll see. Always down to make music with my wife.”

“Y/N, dream collab?”

“Andre 3000.”

“Jack?”

“Same, Outkast is legendary.”

“Any songs that either of you regret releasing or a certain lyric in a song?”

“Not really.”

“Jack, favorite song by your wife?”

“Like ever? No way in hell I can choose just one.”

“He loves me.” 

“Okay, off of her 777 album?”

“Big Energy, Wheelie, and Sunshine.”

“And where does the inspiration come from for you two to be able to sit down and write?”

“It can come from the simplest things, I just pull it from anywhere. Writing has always come naturally to me and sometimes I honestly just go in the booth and freestyle. And whatever comes out, I decide if I like it or not.”

“I look at her and I get all the inspiration I need.”

“Simp alert.” You whispered and Jack pinched your side. 

“So, what’s next for the Harlows?”

“Taking her back to the hotel so she can get this work.”

“JACKMAN THOMAS! QUIT IT!”

“I was just saying!”

“Don’t pay him any attention, what’s next for us? Our wedding most definitely and then just continuing to prove people wrong and that we deserve to be here and that’s how it’s going to stay.”

“I like that answer.”

“Yeah, because it was way better than yours.”

“I didn’t say that I liked it that much, baby girl. Don’t get ahead of yourself. My answer was good too.”

All you did was sigh and shake your head as Caresha looked at the two of you and laughed.

“This was fun and I thank you two for doing this with me. I’m proud of the both of you and how far you’ve come in your careers and this is only the beginning. Just make sure I get an invite to the wedding.”

“No worries, we got you.” You answered while adjusting on Jack’s lap and you could hear him groan.

“Don’t start.” He whispered in your ear.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about smush.”

“Oh, you don’t? When we get back, I want you on all fours since you’re trying to play games with me.”

“I’m literally not even doing anything.”

“Famous last words.”

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO WHISPERING ABOUT OVER THERE?”

“URBAN, DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO ANSWER THAT?”

“NEVER MIND. JUST LET ME FIND MY EAR PLUGS BEFORE YALL START.”

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4/NOV/20XX

[It's Sans' handwriting. It's a bit messy at points, appearing as if the book was on an unsteady surface.]

heya.

been a minute, huh?

a lotta minutes, actually.

about two day's worth of 'em.

papyrus finally ungrounded me from writing.

got my phone back, too.

on the condition that i, uh.

stop setting alarms.

won't go into detail about it.

besides, i gotta talk about 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆, right?

——

really do start a lot of these entries with 'woke up in x place, with x thing'.

....

it's another one like that.

this time, next to tori.

incredibly, i woke up before her.

the blanket over us looks like one of papyrus' spares.

haven't checked the time, but it must be early b——

[The line runs off the side of the page.]

....

hold on, i'm only able to use one hand, and this thing keeps slipping off my lap.

as much as i don't want to, gonna see if i can move my hand without waking her up.

——

[The writing returns to normal.]

ok. good now.

now that my nausea's subsided some, i realize i'm pretty hungry. but..

don't wanna move from this any more.

...

since she's still asleep.

——

"SANS, I-"

"(shh.)"

"(OH, SORRY.)"

"(I'M LEAVING TO TRAIN WITH UNDYNE. ACTUALLY, UNDYNE SAID SHE JUST WANTS TO TALK TODAY.)"

"(WHICH ISN'T TRAINING.)"

"(BESIDES THE POINT. I'M LEAVING, AND MS. TORIEL PROMISED TO TAKE CARE OF YOU TODAY!")

"(i need a babysitter?)"

"(IT'S FOR YOUR SAFETY!!)"

"(YOU WERE... STILL SORT OF WOBBLY, YESTERDAY.)"

"(DO YOU NEED ANYTHING BEFORE I LEAVE?)"

"(nope, i'm good-)"

"(actually. could you hand me what i didn't finish eating last night?)"

"(you don't need to heat it up.)"

"(BUT-)"

"(paps, you should probably go before undyne gets mad at you, too.)"

"(besides, i like cold stew.)"

"(...ALRIGHT. IF YOU SAY SO.)"

after handing me a spoon and my half-bowl of beef stew, papyrus nodded goodbye and dashed out the door.

——

.....

it's real quiet.

not used to being up as early as papyrus usually leaves for.

just me and... sleeping tori.

she must be comfortable.

our couch 𝙞𝙨 pretty nice.

——

couldn't help but wonder who's watching tori's kids, so i messaged frisk.

in response, i got a picture of grillby in tori's kitchen. he's handing flowey something.

at the bottom of the picture was frisk, blurry and way too close to the camera.

"why're you so close"

they then sent a picture of them even closer, equally blurry.

i sent a blurry close-up back.

"Why are YOU so close?"

"yeah"

"Yeah."

"cool"

"Cool."

that kid's going places.

——

"Your influence is rubbing off on me, it seems. I am usually one to be up sooner!"

tori jolted up.

"Ah! I did not mean to keep you in one place this whole time."

"not like i was going anywhere."

i wanted to lean back against her, for some reason.

...

nope.

"What is it that you do all day, when you are stuck inside like this?"

"sleep."

"...I think we have done plenty of that."

"Surely that is not all?"

"me and paps usually play games or something."

"been getting real into this puzzle one."

"do you wanna play something?"

"I am not very good at games..."

"i'll pick somethin' easy."

——

"This is turning out to be quite the house!"

"if you ignore the dirt floor."

"..And the lack of proper opening doors."

"at least we have windows."

"..holes for windows."

"Which one is your room?"

"this one."

"..You have made your walls dirt, as well."

"only the finest of materials in this house."

"Of course."

"here, i made a bed for you."

"Oh! Do we need to sleep in this one? I think we may have missed a few nights."

"nah, it's for setting your respawn point."

"...?"

"when we die, we'll be here instead of really far away."

"I see."

she stared at the bed.

"....."

"It is just the one?"

"mine's in my inventory."

"Please, place it down! Set your, 'respawn point,' in the house with me."

i placed it in the corner of my dirt room.

"....."

she moved hers into there as well.

"........"

"What? Surely you did not expect me to sleep in the living room."

"...side by side?

"The dual bed looks much more comfortable, does it not?"

"i can make you another one, if you want."

"........"

"No."

"This arrangement is good, I think."

"Space efficient!"

"....ok."

——

"Sans."

"yep?"

"Why are there holes everywhere?"

"avoiding death."

"You did not fix them."

"i'll get around to it."

"....."

"Nevermind."

"nevermind?"

"I am tempted to change our living arrangement."

"this poor dog would grow up in a broken home."

"You are its father now too?"

"you're its father?"

"Ha! Sure. Yes, I am the father."

"......"

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU EVEN DOING?"

"O-Oh! Papyrus!"

"didn't hear you come in."

"YES, WELL, YOU SEEMED QUITE OCCUPIED WITH.. WHATEVER THIS IS."

"I DIDN'T WANT TO INTERRUPT."

"I'M GOING TO GET CHANGED, AND THEN I'LL BE RIGHT BACK DOWN."

i waited until paps was fully in his room.

then i ran inside, took my bed, and placed it a space away.

tori ran her character up to me (with the default skin) and punched me in my (also-default) face.

"ow."

"It is in the game!"

"would you punch me if you could?"

"No!"

"I would do this."

and she moved her character closer, nearly face-to-face with mine.

struggling to use the hotbar, she eventually threw a flower at me.

silly, sure.

but it..

made me really happy.

....

wish it didn't.

——

"Papyrus is here to watch you now, so.."

"...going home?"

"Unfortunately."

"THANK YOU FOR KEEPING AN EYE ON HIM, MS. TORIEL."

"Of course. It was a pleasure."

"Sans, thank you for playing with me. I had a lot of fun!"

"Even if we did not actually accomplish very much."

"come by anytime you wanna play again."

——

she messaged me to ask if i ended up moving the bed back or not.

....

more space efficient like that, anyway.

#journal #undertale #papyrus #sans #toriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans #soriel #sans and papyrus #nobody expects the minecraft chapter

[munsonsduchess]

I Was Made for Loving You

summary: eddie is restless and can't sleep, you do not appreciate finding the bed empty warnings: tooth rotting fluff, vague threats, eddie munson is a warning in and of himself w/c: 711 authors note: the way my soul has completely taken over by this man, season four dropped what two weeks ago and i'm over here simping like i'm sixteen again. not beta’d we die like women

(Moodboard by me)

It was late, three am according to the digital alarm clock on the nightstand beside his bed, you were sleeping peacefully. Hair strewn around the pillowcase under your head and your soft breathing the only other sound in the trailer besides the scratches of pencil against paper as Eddie scribbled out ideas for his next and possibly final campaign depending on the grades for his finals.

The two of you had spent hours sitting in the living room of the trailer while Eddie's Uncle had been at work going over flashcards and notes you'd made especially for Eddie so he would be able to graduate this year. Given everything that had happened with Vecna and the Upside Down you both felt as though you were owed a break. 

Music played softly through one earphone from the tape in the walkman on the desk as Eddie worked. He'd been restless, unable to sleep, lying there staring at the ceiling and wondering if this really would be his year. That he would finally be able to take you out of Hawkins and make something of himself, to throw the label of 'freak' behind him and start over.

He heard the shifting of bedding from behind him but didn't register that it might mean you'd be awake, that was until he heard you call his name,

"Eddie?" the long haired boy turned around and felt his heart squeeze at the scene in front of him. You'd worn one of his old Hellfire shirts to sleep and it was even a little small on you so it had crept up your middle while you slept, "what are you doing?" 

"It's ok sweetheart, go back to sleep" he said softly, "I'm just working on some notes" 

You blinked wearlily at him and rubbed your eyes against the light on his desk. This was exactly what Eddie had wanted to avoid when he'd decided to use his restlessness for something productive instead of disturbing you.

He smiled and turned back to his work but was instead met with a pillow to the back of the head. Turning again to ask why you'd thrown such a deadly weapon at him Eddie was instead met with your scowling features, although the effect was somewhat dampened by the fact that you had a little trail of drool on your chin and pillow marks on your face,

"It's three am, the campaign can wait. Come back to bed" you said, voice scratchy with sleep, "i'm cold" 

Eddie laughed lightly to himself. There was no way you could be cold on such an unseasonably warm May night and he knew you were just using it as an excuse to get him to abandon his work,

"Princess –" 

"Now Eddie" 

The scowl on your face had been replaced with what could only be described as an adorable pout which honestly he was defenseless against which you knew all too well, 

"Psychological warfare is it?" Eddie laughed again, "well I suppose the freshmen can live a little while longer" 

Clicking off the lamp and stopping the tape in the walkman Eddie made his way back over to the bed shucking off his grey sweatpants as he went. When he finally did climb back into bed beside you he found himself pulled tightly into your embrace with your fingers in his hair, 

"It's gonna be fine. I promise. You're going to graduate this year I know it" 

"How do you know that?" "

Because I'm going to make sure of it one way or another"

"That sounds vaguely like a threat sweetheart" 

"It is. Now go to sleep. Moron" 

Eddie had nothing to say to that. It was true that once you had set your mind to something there would be no changing it regardless of what anyone else tried to do. With that comforting thought and the sensation of your fingers running through his hair, nails scratching softly along his scalp and the feeling of your breathing it wasn't long until Eddie found himself unable to keep his eyes open any longer and instead sank into a peaceful sleep and dreams of a new life with the person he loved most in the world. 

No more Freak. Just Eddie. A new man for a new life. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #duchess writes #duchess.txt

[thesituation]

whats the WORST story you have with bad roommate. have you wver been left speechless by her

buckle up this is long.

so when i moved in, my dad checked all the smoke alarms to make sure they’re installed and functional, and they were. about a month into me living there, she set off the smoke alarm at 2am. i didn’t say anything to her and just went back to sleep cause like, whatever shit happens. i wasn’t mad or anything & never brought it up. good roommate moves in, about two months go by, and the landlord comes up to check on a small renovation he had done for us. he notices that the smoke detectors are missing in the common areas and gets understandably pissed, and i’m confused as hell because i didn’t even NOTICE they were gone for months. he demands they get put back up Now & texts us in a group chat to find out why they were taken down; bad roommate lies and says they were out of batteries & that she took them down months ago to replace the batteries and forgot to put them back up?? somehow?? i jump in and say no, bitch, they weren’t out of batteries and they never beeped but they did get set off at 2am by you..! anyways she refuses to put them back up cause “i don’t take orders” so i ask the landlord to send the maintenance guy to do it since the only one with a ladder is bad roommate and she won’t share & won’t do it herself apparently. all of this happened on wednesday, which is when the maintenance guy was here to do that renovation.

on saturday i get in my first car accident and had to get driven home by a cop. i get up to my room and there’s a propel bottle on my nightstand, i don’t drink propel and it wasn’t there that morning when i left for work. i freak the fuck out but then notice the alarms are back up, and rationalize that the maintenance guy put them back up and checked the one in my room too even though that one was never taken down. a few days go by and bad roommate accuses me of going into her room and fucking with her stuff. i didn’t, obviously, so i deny it and she says “when the maintenance guy was here last time, on wednesday, did he go in my room?” and im like wait. wednesday was the last time he was here? she goes yeah. i went “he didn’t come here any other day? he wasn’t here saturday?” she says “no, i was home all day and he didn’t come saturday. i put the alarms back up since you guys wouldn’t.” so i drop everything and go to home depot with good roommate and get locking doorknobs for us and install them that day. she came home while i was putting mine in and started yelling at me accusing me of going in her room, and i just go “i don’t care, leave me alone and don’t speak to me” cause atp there’s nothing she can say, i already know she was in my room for no good reason and im not interested in her uno reverse tactics. and that’s how that ended pretty much ! she begged me to believe her backpedaling but it’s too late, she knows i know she went into my room and left her garbage in there & there’s no resolution

#answers

[evanspresso]

Hey can I request sleepy evan you write cozy so good

the puppy named teddy

The morning hustle and bustle from down below pours through the cracked window causing Evan to stir in his sleep. He groans lowly, still not used to city morning’s- regretting keeping the bedroom window open from last night.

Honks, and shouting from people on the streets seep through the frame making Evan hide his head under his fluffy pillow.

With no luck, he sighs in annoyance trying to fall back asleep. His morning grouchiness getting the better of him as he runs his hand towards y/n’s side. 

Evan’s eyes snap open as he lifts his head slowly, revealing the empty space beside him causing him to pout tiredly. 

Where could his y/n be at seven in the morning? 

He yawns loudly, rolling onto his back before stretching his long limbs as his eyes water from tiredness. He reaches for his phone, checking to see if he had gotten any calls or texts from y/n, but there’s nothing. 

Not even a note on the end table. Maybe she’s in the apartment?

Evan sits up slowly and peers over at the window, the morning sunlight peers through the sheer white curtains making him smile in relief knowing that yesterdays forecast was wrong. 

A sunny Sunday, no work, no errands to run, just time to spend with y/n and he couldn’t be more excited. Even though he’s a little bummed she’s not in bed. 

Evan climbs out of the bed and heads towards the living room where he’s sure that y/n would be. 

Of course he’s right, his head flops to the side as she glances around the apartment to see her back facing him as she sits on the couch. 

“There you are.” he says groggily. 

“Heyyy!” y/n sings happily, her back still faces her boyfriend as he makes his way into the kitchen to make a fresh batch of coffee. 

“Why are you up so early?” he wonders as he clanks around, filling up the coffee machine. “You know, some people like to sleep in on the weekends.” he chuckles.

Y/n chuckles, shaking her head as she bites her bottom lip, knowing that she held a small surprise in her hands and Evan had no idea. She glances over at him, watching as he pours molten hot coffee into his mug and turns on his socked heels as he makes his way towards her.

Evan gives her a sheepish smile, his hair still messy and eyes still tired as he takes a sip from his coffee and heads towards the living room.

“I had to get up early for something important. You could even say life changing…” y/n says.

“Huh?” Evan chuckles. 

“Don’t be mad!” y/n playfully pleads as Evan approaches the couch giving his girlfriend a funny yet confused glance before he looks down to see what she’s cradling against her chest.

“What is that?!” he gasps.

Evan’s eyes scan down to a tiny puppy, still asleep in y/n’s arms as she shushes him. Evan watches her lips form into a smile as her eyes gleam in happiness as she looks down at what occupies her personal bubble.

He watches as the puppy snores against y/n’s chest and she can’t help but giggle slightly, awing at the bundle in her arms.

“A new addition to our little family.” she muses. 

“Y/n…” Evan says, setting down his mug onto the coffee table before plopping down onto the couch, earning a scold from y/n.

“Be careful! you’ll wake him!”

“Him?” Evan asks tiredly.

“Mhm…” her eyes scan her boyfriends face as he started at her and the puppy. “We got a puppy!” she squeals, trying to keep her voice low as she squirms against the couch.

“You are insane, how did you get a puppy?” he demands to know.

“Well if you must know,” y/n shrugs as she looks at Evan with happiness in her eyes while he shakes his head in disbelief, “I woke up before my alarm and decided to go get some coffee and when I was on my way I passed by this women selling all of these puppies on the street, and here I am. With this little guy.” she says proudly. “Obviously, I didn’t get the coffee, but I think Teddy is better.”

“Teddy?” Evan asks as he bends towards y/n to look at the sleeping puppy.

She smiles, nudging his shoulder with hers as she coos at the little bundle in her arms before sliding the dog into Evan’s muscular arms making his face scrunch up as he looks at the yawning puppy.

“You like the name?” she wants to know.

“It’s adorable… but y/n are you sure? is a dog right for us?” 

Y/n scoffs as she rubs her ringers against the puppies curly fur, “First off, he is not an it. Second, of course! he's a dog not a baby!” she laughs.

“Cmonnn don’t be so serious all the time, baby.” she pouts. 

Evan sighs, his eyes rolling towards hers as she leans towards him, placing her soft lips against his cheek making him smile. “You really want this, huh.” Evan finally says as he looks at his girl.

“Yes. Especially with you.” 

Evan nods before looking down at the puppy. his hand caressing the dog as y/n leans against his side, her chin resting on his shoulder as they peer down.

“Well… Teddy, get ready for lots of treats and love from your mommy.” He chuckles making y/n hum.

“And walks, and cuddles, and toys, and- oh!!! endless amounts of puppuccino’s!!” Y/n adds making them both laugh. 

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