#and they curl up and fall asleep during their cuddles. spilling some of their snacks but jabari will fuss over it later

[obabyobeymeme]

Resting with the Boys[TM]

summary: what i think falling asleep with them around would be like. that- that’s it, that’s the post note: yayayayy first post! this has been in my notes app for a Long time, so.. buckle up, this is going to be kinda long no matter what i do, thoughts went brrrrrr, sorry lmao.

Lucifer ➛ Good luck getting a moment alone with him. With all the work he has assigned by Diavolo, the time he spends cleaning up after his brothers’ shenanigans, and his duties as the eldest, it seems like he never has free time. ➛ When you do catch him alone, he’s either not in the mood for any sort of interaction or he’s taken the liberty of passing out at his desk, pen still in hand as he rests. ➛ You aren’t doing so well yourself, being a human exchange student doesn’t mean R.A.D. will go easy on you. Classes, assignments, and sometimes even just having to deal with the rest of the student body can be pretty tiring. ➛ Your patience pays off when the day finally comes that he’s mostly free of duties and your assigned tasks at the moment are all finished as well.

➛ You two don’t really do much, you spend the time talking over hot beverages and enjoying each other’s company in his office. Just having you around and not causing a ruckus is already more than enough for him. ➛ Lucifer ends up going on a halfhearted rant about his brothers as he organizes some papers next to you. How he found out about another one Satan and Belphie’s plots to inconvenience him and how he’ll turn it against them, wondering how the house hasn’t been decimated while he went on business trips sometimes... It’s nice seeing him not as uptight as he usually is. ➛ You end up getting a little drowsy despite your best attempts to listen to what he’s saying. Eventually your drowsiness wins over and you kinda.. nod off. Hopefully he doesn’t mind. (He does mind, actually. Sleeping sitting down may sound like a good idea at first, but Lucifer knows your neck will hate you for it when you wake up.) ➛ He doesn’t want to wake you, so he carefully nudges your head onto his lap before finishing up with the papers, occasionally running his hand through your hair. ➛ Once he’s done, he carries you to your room and makes sure you’re comfortable before leaving a kiss on your forehead and leaving, closing the door softly behind him.

Mammon ➛ When you suggest a lazy afternoon to him, he’ll act as if he has no time for a silly activity like that. Why would he? The Great Mammon has better things to do with his time than spending it lazing around with some- ➛ He trails off once he sees your slightly disappointed face. When you say you’ll find someone else to nap with, he changes his tune almost instantly. ➛ He just.. takes your wrist and goes “W-well, if ya want it THAT badly... but just this once, got it??” as he sorta tugs you along to his bedroom. ➛ This is where you learn that he has no idea how to share a bed with someone else. He seems torn between wanting to scoot closer or give you as much space he can without actually leaving the bed. ➛ You decide to make the decision for him, resting your head on his shoulder as you start rambling. Mammon warms up eventually and slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer. ➛ You drift off during a lull in the conversation, unintentionally leaving him hanging for a full minute before he realizes you’re asleep. ➛ He watches you for a while and makes sure you’re really out, then reaches for his phone and takes a picture (or five) of your sleeping face. What? You’re cute even when you sleep apparently! He’d rather go through one of Lucifer’s scoldings than admit that to your face in the near future though. ➛ You know that meme where people say they can't do anything because a cat fell asleep on them? Yeah, that happened to Mammon because of the arm he placed around you, he ended up falling asleep with you wrapped in his arms. ➛ When you wake up, you cannot move without his grip getting just a bit tighter. Greedy even in his sleep, it seems... rip if you have to go to the bathroom lmao

Leviathan ➛ You two spent pretty much the whole day in his room, geeking out over shared interests, catching up on anime Levi introduced to you, trying (and occasionally failing) at the games you both play ➛ You don’t even notice it’s well past 1 AM until you feel like you’ve been staring at a screen for an awful long time now, what time is- oh. ➛ Levi’s slightly disappointed that your hangout has to end, but yeah, he gets it. Everyone needs their sleep, even hardcore otakus. He’s about to tell you that you can leave when you flop into his bathtub bed, saying you’re too tired to walk all the way back. ➛ He short-circuits at the sight of you wrapping yourself around one of the many body-sized pillows, and when you realize he still has to get in the tub to sleep? And instead of getting out, you sit up and insist on him getting in with you??? ➛ A system error has occurred. Please restart your Leviathan. Come on, this is like that one scene in this shoujo anime he’s found where the main character and the person they’re pining for share a bed! ➛ He doesn’t say anything, but judging by the expression he’s making and how he’s clambering in behind you, you don’t think he minds too much. ➛ You two end up with his upper body propped up by the pillows and you kinda laying on top of him. It's a bit awkward considering the unconventional sleeping area, but it’s honestly more comfortable than you expected. ➛ Levi actually ends up falling asleep before you. You thought you were tired? Try being awake for 22 hours straight waiting for an exclusive merch drop you just couldn’t miss. He is out, and nothing you do can wake him. ➛ You both end up waking around noon thanks to your little late night stunt. Consider yourselves lucky that Satan saved you guys a plate before Beel got to it.

Satan ➛ He finds you in the House’s library, bent over at a table studying three textbooks at once. Understandable, given that it’s exam season, but it doesn’t look like you’re doing yourself any favors. ➛ And he’s right. You can’t make sense of anything in the books and you can feel a small headache coming on ➛ Satan offers to give you some help with your studies... after you’ve rested. He won’t take no for an answer, and since his room is much closer, he thinks it’s fine if you crash there while you take a break. ➛ He just has to... actually make space for you to rest first, though. He can navigate the chaos that is his room just fine, but you could easily trip on something, or worse, accidentally activate something cursed. ➛ Once that’s taken care of, you take a seat on his bed, scrolling through your D.D.D. as he takes one of the chairs, picking up a novel he bookmarked.  ➛ The scent of the books and the occasional sound of a page turning as Satan reads, along with his occasional hums of interest really helped put you at ease. After a couple of moments, despite yourself, you curl up and drift off. ➛ In between page turns, Satan would turn to check on you. When he realizes you’re asleep, he marks his novel and sets it down, turning to face you instead.  Since he knows his room can get a bit drafty sometimes, he drapes a blanket over you, smiling softly as you wrap the blanket more around yourself. ➛ You looking so cozy almost makes him want to join you, but just seeing that you’re comfy and much less stressed than before is enough right now. He instead gives you a head pat and goes back to his novel, the smile never quite leaving his face.

Asmodeus ➛ You know Asmo loves spending time together, from shopping trips to going to new places to even simple things like a tea spilling session every other night. ➛ So when you come to his room one evening to tell him sorry, you don’t really feel like a night on the town right now and would rather stay in and recharge, he’s not even as disappointed as you’d thought he’d be. ➛ He insists on pampering you both tonight, that way, you get to rest and relax with him, and he gets you all to himself for at least a couple of hours, uninterrupted. It’s a win-win scenario, in his opinion, and who are you to decline? ➛ You let him work his magic with whatever he has laying around, falling into your usual routine of talking as he does his and your nails and readies a face mask for the two of you as ambient music from his D.D.D. fills the air. ➛ When you find yourself getting sleepy, Asmo doesn’t mind at all! He puts away the stuff he used and suggests a little impromptu sleepover. ➛ You shouldn’t have been that surprised when he climbs into the bed after you, and you should’ve realized he’d be just as clingy in bed as he is normally. He can and will be all over you if you let him— running his fingers through your hair, cuddles like there’s no tomorrow...  ➛ His ridiculously soft and comfy bed definitely isn’t helping matters, and you drift off in record time. ➛ He’ll make sure you’re all tucked in and maybe internally squeal at how adorable you’re being, leaning into his touch in your sleep makes his heart do a flip ➛ You wake up the next day feeling like a new person, and next to you, looking surprisingly photogenic for someone half-asleep, is Asmo, tugging you back under the covers because it’s warmer with you in there. 

Beelzebub ➛ He’s been waiting at R.A.D.’s entrance for 20 minutes now. You were supposed to meet him so you could head to Hell’s Kitchen and hang out for a bit, but there’s still no sign of you and you haven’t read any of his texts. ➛ He gets a text from you then. Turns out your phone was on silent, because you felt a little burnt out from school and juggling hangout times with everyone else and went straight back to the House, wanting some quiet time. ➛ You send another message apologizing for the sudden change of plans and for not seeing his messages sooner, but Beel is pretty understanding. ➛ He isn’t letting his chance at being with you go that easily, though. He drops by a store to get you a little care package (and a handful of snacks so he still has something to give you by the time he gets to the house) and heads home. ➛ A few moments later, your door opens to reveal Beel. He leaves the food he brought on your table and sits down on the edge of your bed. You decide a cuddle buddy doesn’t sound too bad right now. After all, you already had the experience of sharing a room with Beel, surely sharing a bed will be similar? ➛ ... Not exactly. He’ll unintentionally take up half your bed no matter what you two do; you’ll either be searching for space or be pulled into the space he’s occupying like some sort of demon-shaped black hole. ➛ The solution: lay on his chest. He assures you that you aren’t too heavy for him, and if he’s being honest? Your weight is actually kinda comforting. ➛ You stay like that for a while, listening to his breathing and heartbeat, and eventually the stress of the past few days melts away, and you fall asleep with your arms draped over him like a pillow. ➛ He doesn’t mind, since you’re pretty much a living teddy bear to him, and he lets himself relax, a hand resting on your back. He just hopes his stomach won’t wake you both up...

Belphegor ➛ Let me get this straight. You want Belphegor, the literal Avatar of Sloth, to take a nap with you? Chances are he’s already half-asleep and all that’s left to do is join him... if he lets you. ➛ He’ll look at you, slightly irritated, but he’s too tired to argue, and you’d be warmer than a pillow, at least, so he motions for you to get in next to him. Just don’t move around too much or he’ll hog all the blankets in retaliation. ➛ If you’re close enough with him, either one of you has unspoken permission to join the other while they’re resting, no questions asked.  ➛ Probably has a bunch of pillows and blankets stowed away in various parts of the House, so nap supplies are readily available. Saves him from having to drag his stuff from place to place. ➛ The one downside to sleeping with Belphie is that he doesn’t need any time to unwind. He can go from full attention to catching Zs in minutes, leaving you no choice but to follow him into dreamland. ➛ He does cuddle a lot, though he’ll brush it off as using you as his personal heater. He’ll complain if you try to do it first, but he won’t make any moves to actually stop you. He actually might lean into you, making up an excuse about your side being comfier. ➛ If he really, really trusts you, he’ll lend you his beloved cow-print pillow. Only five minutes tops, though, then you have to give it back. ➛  When nights are bad and he doesn’t want to wake Beel up, he used to head to the planetarium to calm himself down. Now he slips into your room and takes comfort in knowing that you’re still safe and sound. You’ve woken up several times finding Belphie nuzzled into your blanket. ➛ If he feels especially clingy, his demon form’s tail will appear, slowly but firmly wrapping itself around your waist. Good luck getting out of bed without him knowing.

#dre's writing #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios

[imhereformr]

Prompt 9 for tecmy? 🥰

9: There's only one bed and we sleep as far away from each other as possible but wake up cuddling

There were supposed to be two beds. How hard was it to make sure there were two beds? Tecna wouldn’t consider herself a normally violent person, but she had half a mind to beat whoever had messed up senseless. It took a minute before she remembered that Musa had been the one to make the reservations and the realization that Musa had likely messed up on purpose hit her hard – like she would possibly do to Musa.

She and Timmy had been sent to Oppositus on a scouting mission to see the state of the realm after Valtor’s attack and to figure out what they could about the attack and Valtor. When the girls had learned Timmy would be the only specialist going, they’d instantly and mercilessly volunteered Tecna to go with him. Honestly, Tecna was happy to go – she and Timmy were a couple, after all, and it was a great opportunity to spend some time together – but this single bed scenario was too far out of her comfort zone. They’d hadn’t kissed that much; they were nowhere near sharing a bed.

“Well, looks like they don’t have any other rooms available” Timmy announced as he entered the hotel room. “Apparently a lot of homes were destroyed, and people have been staying in hotels.”

Tecna nodded silently, running her hands over her thighs nervously. Timmy took a seat on the plush bed beside her and stopped her hands from rubbing through her pants. Once he was certain she wouldn’t inadvertently start a fire, he laid back on the bed, stretching his arms out into the down comforter. At least Musa had had the foresight to get a double bed and book them in a nice hotel instead of a cheap motel. That didn’t mean Tecna would forgive her though.

“I think there’s a sleeping bag in the ship” Timmy told her, sitting back up beside her. “I can sleep on the floor while we’re here.”

“We’re here for two nights, Timmy. I don’t want you to be tired and uncomfortable because of me.”

Timmy shrugged and gave her a soft laugh that made her heart bounce out of her chest. “I’ve slept in more uncomfortable places than a hotel room floor. I don’t mind.”

Tecna was about to object, but the redhead was out of the room and on his way to the ship they’d parked out front that took up much more than their allotted single parking space before she could speak. He returned five minutes later with a blue bag the colour of the Red Fountain uniform rolled under his arm. His head swiveled trying to figure out where to set up before he accepted that the only spot was beside the bed; the room was nice, but it was far from big.

Once the sleeping bag was unrolled, Timmy came to the unfortunate realization that he would not be able to sleep in it. “This must be the one Brandon accidentally spilled coffee on during our last mission... I guess he forgot to get it cleaned...”

“It’s okay, Timmy. We can share the bed.”

“Are you sure?” He looked up at Tecna, who wore an inscrutable expression. He knew Tecna had boundaries and that she took time to open up to certain things. Besides their first kiss after their time in the resort realm, they’d only kissed a handful of times and Tecna was only now beginning to initiate them. This would be beyond her comfort zone; he had no doubts about that, and the very last thing he wanted to do was pressure her.

Tecna insisted it was fine and abruptly announced that she was going to get ready for bed before Timmy could argue or she could change her mind. She wasn’t convinced that it was a good idea, but it was the only option besides Timmy sleeping on the floor – which she refused to let happen. As she brushed her teeth, Tecna tried to rationalise that it would be fine; it was a big bed, there was plenty of space for both of them.

When she exited, Timmy was already in his pajamas. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed under him, snacking on a donut hole. He offered her one, but she refused, citing her freshly brushed teeth. Timmy brushed his own teeth and the two of them settled into the bed. As if sensing her discomfort, Timmy kept himself on the far side of the bed. If he moved anymore, Tecna worried that he might fall off the edge. She worried she might fall of the bed as she herself was also precariously close to the edge of the bed.

It took Tecna close to two hours to fall asleep. She was too distracted by her pounding heart, Timmy’s light snores and the heat that she could feel radiating off of him. Eventually, somewhere close to 1am, she drifted off to sleep.

When the alarm they’d set the night before rang, Timmy grabbed the phone from the bedside table and turned it off without ever opening his eyes - a bad habit he’d developed during his first year at Red Fountain when they’d been forced to get up at 4:30 for drills. He returned his arm to its previous placement and was surprised to find that the torso wasn’t his. He finally opened his eyes, and was even more surprised to find Tecna’s head on his chest. The fairy was mumbling something about telling Musa to turn her music off. Most shocking, however, was that he was still near the edge of the bed and Tecna had scooted across the king-sized mattress to him.

Timmy considered waking her, but he was very much enjoying the proximity. A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt, he told himself as he rested his cheek against the top of her head. He hooked his arms around her and nestled in closer.

When Tecna woke half an hour later, she was a combination of shocked and embarrassed. The proximity, however, was nowhere near as uncomfortable as she feared it would be. In fact, it was nice. Really nice. Nice enough that once she’d gotten over the shock, she laid her head back on his chest and threw her arm over his body. Maybe she could understand why the other girls loved cuddling with their boyfriends so much.

Eventually they’d had to get out of bed to work on their mission, but when they went to bed that second night, there made no pretense of trying to staying apart. They laid in the middle of the bed with Tecna’s head on Timmy’s chest and his arms wrapped around her. The couple fell asleep almost instantly and remained curled up together until the next morning. The next evening when they’d get back to Alfea, Musa would ask how everything went and Tecna would have forgotten all about her desire to assault the musical fairy. Instead, she’d give Musa no satisfaction, just a quick ‘fine’ and an enigmatic smile.

#winx club #winx #winx tecna #winx techna #winx timmy #tecmy #prompts #winx fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #tecna x timmy #timmy x tecna

[paradisewithinpain]

How They Respond to "I'm Fine"

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⚡Harry⚡:

Not even gonna lie, this boy can be OBLIVIOUS

can tell something's wrong but won't push it once you say you're fine

(he doesn't like it when you snap at him)

ANYWAY

he eventually forgets about it and carries on with life

but after a while, he starts to see you're progressively getting worse

and every time he asks about it?

"i'M fiNE"

he starts to get worried and will think he's doing something wrong

poor boy

asks you to meet him in the astronomy tower

the two just sit in silence before he starts apologizing

you stare at him

"the fuck are you on about?"

he explains he's seen your behavior and how he thinks it's his fault

you stare at him for a minute then you start laughing

HARD

poor boy is over here like 👁👄👁

when you calm down you explain what's been going on

he just listens to you rant for a solid 20 minutes

he's just nodding along, agreeing when needed

when you're done, you feel as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders

you kissed and thanked him before leaving

harry has no idea what he did but he's glad it worked

♟Ron♟:

LEMME TELL YOU

if there's anyone more oblivious than harry

IT'S THIS BOY RIGHT HERE

probably wouldn't even notice until Hermione or Ginny or sOMeONe wHO iSN'T oBLiViOUs points it out to him

then it all clicks

the distance

the quietness

the fake smiles

it hits him like a tRUCK

he doesn't know what to do at first

then it hits him

what is it that you both love with a passion?

FOOD

asks you to meet him outside your common room

shows up with the invisibility cloak and he leads you to the kitchen

you find a small picnic like space in front of the fireplace with all your favorite snacks

even the ones you adore but he finds absolutely repulsive

you throw your arms around him, a small thank you slipping past your lips

the two of you talk and eat till morning

when breakfast comes, the house elves find you curled up against each other, asleep

📚Hermione📚:

y'all

this girl is probably the only reasonable one

she'll figure it out pretty fast but she'll drop hints that she's knows something's up

SHE WANTS YOU TO COME TO HER

IS PATIENT AS FUCK

when you finally do come to her, it's in a secluded corner of the library

she's doing the extra extra credit

you find her and sit in front of her

THIS GIRL PUTS DOWN HER QULL SO FAST

she tries not to show it but she's freaking out on the inside

you start off with apologizing for your distance and she brushes it off, telling you it's ok

it's silent for a minute

then you RANT

she just sits and listens to your problems

and when your done, she offers reasonable solutions

best girlfriend honestly

🌵Neville🌵:

BABY

BOY

ok

sorry

this boy (like Hermione) would probably pick it up pretty quickly

BUT HE WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

this boy will straight up get frustrated about what to do

should he get you a gift?

but what if you dont like it?

should he ask if you want to talk about it?

but what if you dont want to?

HE'S SCARED

you would notice he becomes very on edge around you

you confront him about it and this boy just spills

your heart swells as he explains that he wanted to do something but didn't want to upset you further

🤧

you start explaining what's going on and he understands completely

the two of you just start talking and end up having a mini therapy session

I HAVE THIS IDEA THAT NEVILLE GIVES REALLY GOOD ADVICE

when you peck his cheek and tell him you would like to do this again sometime, he gets all flustered again

🦁Ginny🦁:

It doesn't matter who you are

YOU CAN'T LIE TO THIS GIRL

"Ginny, I'm fine-"

"I SMELL CAP"

literally will not take any of it

it doesn't matter how many times you tell her

SHE

WON'T

LISTEN

she's not gonna push you but she certainly will not put up with the crap you're giving her

you end up ranting to her after a quidditch match

gryffindor had won against slytherin and of course there was a party

you obviously wanted no part but you let your friends drag you to the gryffindor common room

you sat quietly in the corner until Ginny came and took your hands

you expected her to lead you to the dance floor

but instead she led you to her dorm

she sat you down on the bed and took your hands in hers

"talk to me, (Y/N)"

YOU WERE BOARDER LINE SIMPING FOR THIS WOMAN

but you stayed strong and explained everything

she just listened and rubbed her thumb against your hand

I'M SIMPING FOR SOFT GINNY

when you finished, she smiled and laid with you, pressing soft kisses on your temple

you cuddle till the sun came up

🎆Fred🎆:

I have a mighty fine feeling that this boy is just as stubborn as his sister

"Fred, I'm fine"

"And I'm Filch's favorite student"

thankfully for you, he let up on his pranks so he could spend time with you (much to George's dismay)

he's also really good at making you laugh

it doesn't even have to be a prank

he'll just say or do something stupid and no matter how mad or upset you are

this boy never fails to make you smile

but despite his dorky demeanor

he is SOFT

he took you out to the quidditch pitch one evening to watch the sunset

cliche

i know

BUT YOU LOVE IT

you had been doing slightly better due to Fred's constant jokes

but he was not about to let you go by without explaining what got you so down

he casually brought it up and you knew there was no running away from it now

when you told him about what was bothering you, he cracked the occasional joke but never really tried to derail the conversation

when you finished, he took you in his arms and told you how much he loved you as he pressed soft kisses to your neck

you swore you had never simped harder in your life

🧨George🧨:

this little mastermind

so I have this idea that fred is the one who comes up with the ideas for the pranks but george is one who kinda puts it together

ANYWAY

he'd come up with some weird elaborate plan to make you feel better

it'd probably involve multiple parts and A LOT of glitter

but in the end, you watched in awe as glitter danced around you

(if you don't like glitter it'd probably be water or smth)

you immediately knew George was behind it and you followed the trail of glitter or water

it led you to a hidden passageway and at the end of the tunnel it was no surprise you found George waiting for you

you laughed at his glitter/water covered appearance and helped him clean up

only to get some on you as well

it eventually turned into a full blown war with glitter/water bombs being thrown at every turn

in the end, you two laid out of breath by the shrieking shack

"so are you going to tell me what's been going on or do I have to go commando on your arse again?"

you laughed but explained yourself in the end

just like his twin, George threw in a joke or two but never drew any attention away from what you were saying

when you finished ranting, George took your hand in his and kissed it, making eye contact with you the whole time

"you're a badass, you know that?"

🍏Draco🍏:

ANOTHER PERSON WHO

DOES

NOT

TAKE

SHIT

like

I'm pretty sure the only reason he caught on so fast is because he does the same thing

ALL

THE

TIME

"(Y/N), are you ok?"

"I'm fine-"

he was dragging you to the room of requirement before you could even finish your sentence

when he opened the doors, you gaped in awe at the small bedroom that lay before you

he led you to the bed and sat your ass down

"Spill"

you tried to convince him you were okay but he still wasn't having it

he even pulled his iconic, "my father will hear about this" line

"dray, your father doesn't give two shits about me."

"Mum does. And you know she'd haul your ass faster than I could"

you knew there was no getting out of this

as you explained your troubles, draco's demeanor kept shifting

when you talked about someone getting on your nerves, he looked ready to murder

when you talked about how little sleep you were going, he went all soft

when you finished, he held out his arms for you

you knew how much Draco despised physical contact sometimes so this was a huge win for you

as you laid together, you felt a small kiss fall upon your head

"If you ever feel like this again, let me know, okay?"

"Just as long as you don't beat anyone up."

"..."

🐍Blaise🐍:

Sarcastic little shit

I love him

ANYWAY

this boy is SO OBSERVANT

you literally can't get anything past him

so it's really no surprise to you when he calls you out on how you're acting

you brush him off but this boy is so ambitious

he watches closely how you wince when someone is too loud or how often your eyelids droop

so because of his dedication to you, he comes up with a brilliant plan

it starts out with you meeting him after classes are done for the week

he takes you to the library where you finish up your homework for the weekend (he gives most of the answers)

when you're done, he leads you back to your common room and tell you he has a suprise for you tomorrow

when breakfast comes around, a letter is dropped in front of you and your smile grew as you read the familiar handwriting

Following the instructions in the letter, you came down to lunch dressed up slightly

during the midday meal, Blaise is no where to be seen

but before you can look for him, Malfoy approaches you and leads you to the great lake

you jaw drops as you take in the small picnic set up before you

Malfoy leaves as Blaise appears out of nowhere in a nice black button down and black slacks

he leads you to the blanket set out and hands your flowers

"(Y/N), you know I'm not good with emotions but I wanted to show you that I cared. I might now be able to understand but I can still listen."

so that's what he did

he listened to you talk for almost an hour as you went from ranting about your troubles to rambling about your favorite things

you somehow found yourself with your head in his lap, hands waving around as you explained the way airplanes worked

he just sat, admiring you

and he just listened

🦡Cedric🦡:

He lives because I said so

ANYWAY

this boy is literally one of the softest human beings on the earth

you better believe he can see right through your little charade

so what does he do?

he does ever little thing that's ever made you happy

doesn't matter how big or small

he's just looking to make you smile

because it hurts his heart to see you upset

will literally show up outside your class with one of your favorite snacks in his hands

or will hand you your essay completely finished so you can spend time sleeping instead of writing

doesn't matter what it is

this boy LIVES for you

so one day you're having a particularly rough day and you find yourself waiting outside Cedric's class

when he spots you, he immediately ditches his friends and makes his way over to you

the bags under your eyes are evident and anyone could tell from a mile away that your literally on the verge of exhaustion

Cedric takes your hands and leads you to the prefects' bathroom

he leaves you to do your thing, promising he'd be there when you finished

when you were done, the two of you made your way to his dorm and you laid together

you started talking out of the blue and Cedric being the admiral man he is

listened

when you finished ranting, you realized you had gotten up and started pacing about halfway through

you groaned and put your face in your hands as you sat back down

Cedric was not having it

he pried your hands of your face and littered it in kisses instead, a message of encouragement in between each one

you're so kind

kiss

you're smart

kiss

you're crazy good at transfiguration

kiss

you make me happy

kiss

I love you

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#harry potter x reader #harry potter headcanon #harry potter #ron weasley #ron weasly x reader #hermione x reader #hermione granger #neville x reader #neville longbottom #ginny x reader #ginny weasley #draco x reader #draco malfoy #fred weasley #fred x reader #george weasley #george x reader #blaise zabini #blaise x reader #cedric diggory #cedric x reader #kriswrites

[2bitts]

dating dallas headcanons

here are some dally hc because i’m soft rn and i love him. tbh i rlly like this one. i also tried to make these as realistic as possible cause we all know he’s a little shit hshfjsh so pls enjoy.

he’s not chivalrous at all. last time you expected him to open the door for you, he asked you if your arms were broken.

he gave you his ring when he saw you ogling it. you wear it on your thumb since his fingers are so big.

he’s not much of a listener. if you’re telling him a story, he’ll hum like he’s following but he’s probably zoned out.

he definitely isn’t clingy. he can go a while without seeing you, even a few days, but he tries not to.

usually, when he gets arrested, he doesn’t call you to bail him out. he calls you just to hear your voice.

dally rarely ever takes you on actual dates. his idea of a date is going to a drive in movie with you, johnny and two-bit.

you’re not a greaser or a soc, so dally tries to keep you away from his part of town.

you’re always fighting because he’s very unapologetic. even if he’s in the wrong, he’ll refuse to acknowledge it and will drag it out until you give up.

he has his moments, but he honestly tries being respectful towards your parents.

he made fun of your james dean posters the first time he saw your room.

as much as he drinks, he doesn’t get drunk. he thinks it’s a turn off and doesn’t like it when you get drunk.

he treats your siblings like they’re his, meaning he bickers with them all the time.

he’s always absentmindedly wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

dally loves pushing your buttons. he’ll keep teasing you until you’re angrily calling him by his full name.

he sticks his finger in your ear when you’re not looking, or slips something through your shirt.

he’s very good with anniversaries and will get you a small gift like a chocolate bar on each one.

you two can’t go a day without disagreeing on something. dally’s not very opinionated, he just likes being difficult.

he gets jealous a bit easily. if he catches someone staring at you, he’ll glare at them until they look away.

he let you wear one if his leather jackets once when you were cold, and you’ve kept it ever since.

dally doesn’t mind hanging out with you and your friends. he’ll join you guys half way through a movie and buy the rest of your snacks.

if you’re much shorter than him, he’ll bug you by balancing a beer bottle on your head.

since you work at a fast food restaurant, he’ll sit by the counter and keep you company for a few minutes during your shifts.

he’ll spill his drink or ask for like, six refills, just to give you a hard time.

you’re one of the very few people he genuinely enjoys talking to.

sometimes, you two talk late into the night until your answers are spaced out because you’re falling asleep.

dally doesn’t like bugging you with his problems. even if something’s very obviously wrong, he’ll pretend he’s fine.

he’s always forgetting things at your house. your parents once yelled at you cause they found his knife in your room.

he loves telling you dirty jokes because he knows how flustered they make you.

you sometimes randomly find him waiting for you next to your bus after school.

he doesn’t smoke around you, and avoids kissing you or invading your personal space whenever he’s been smoking.

dally’s love language is hard to dissect, so you don’t know if he loves you or not. he does though, he knows he does.

as possessive as he can get, dally doesn’t like showing you off. you’re not a prize to him, you’re his girlfriend.

he tugs at your ponytail whenever your hair is up.

dally has trust issues and often questions your intentions, which is something you constantly argue about.

you’re one of the few people who knows his humor well enough to genuinely make him laugh.

his giggle is probably your favourite sound.

he’ll steal your fries or take a huge sip of your drink when you two are eating out.

he brings you to the curtis house a lot, but you’re not super outgoing so you usually just sit on the couch and listen to their conversations.

johnny’s the only one who formally introduced himself to you.

he sticks his fingers through your curls whenever your hair is curly.

you beg him to be your date to your school dances but he always refuses. you end up going with your friends.

you rarely get to cuddle because the second he slides through your window at night, he takes his shirt off and passes out next to you on your bed.

you caress his hair, and his eyes flutter in his sleep.

he avoids you for a few days after rumbles, at least until his bruises have somewhat healed.

you get super worried when you spot a fading bruise under his cheekbone, so he cracks jokes to lighten the mood. ‘you should see the other guy.’

even though he knows it probably won’t happen, dally likes to believe he’ll marry you one day.

#why can’t i be dally’s gf #a question i ask myself everyday #dallas winston #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston headcanons #the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons

[sliggoons]

Ahhh may I have a oneshot of ‘you’ getting along really well with Mimo and she always comes to you for support and adores playing with you? And kiawe is just so touched by this and he loves to cuddle you both really tightly and one time all three of you fall asleep in each other’s arms? (Kiawe spooning you with mimo resting her head on your chest) thank you so much!

!!! I’m glad you sent this in! I’m looking forward to writing this akjsdhf

(I’m sorry this is kinda short !!! I’m trying to work on writing longer imagines but also?? I’m lowkey busy now its wild)

Package Deal, Kiawe x Reader ft. Mimo

    You and Kiawe had been together for a few months already. It was obvious that boy was obsessed with you, he couldn’t spend enough time by your side. But there was something unexpected that happened alongside your growing relationship with Kiawe.

    Mimo, his little sister, had taken quite the liking to you as well. Whenever you were visiting Kiawe, she would tag along, following the two of you like a lost puppy. She always wanted to be around you, and frequently invited you to play games with her. Of course, you and Kiawe obliged more often than not. There was nothing Kiawe loved more than seeing his little sister and his partner together, getting along so well. Some nights, hours after you left, he’d lay awake in bed reflecting on the day. He couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have two people so precious in his life. 

    However, Kiawe made sure to spend time with just Mimo, ‘sibling bonding time’, he called it, and in return he spent alone time with you. You didn’t fail to notice the slightly jealous expression Kiawe got when Mimo passed him up in favor of you. Of course, Kiawe was overjoyed that the two of you were so close, but the happiness came with mild childish jealousy that he couldn’t have both yours and Mimo’s full attention. 

    Tonight happened to be a night that the three of you were spending together. Mimo had picked out her favorite movie to show you, and Kiawe was building a master pillow fort. Mimo insisted she could help, so Kiawe agreed, diligently checking and correcting her work so that the ‘integrity of the fort would be impeccable.’

    Your job was to gather the snacks. So you stood in the kitchen, listening to the popcorn pop as you mixed up cups of tapu cocoa. The spoon clinked against the mug as Mimo startled you, running into the kitchen. “Y/N! Y/N!” She ran up to your side, peering up onto the counter. “I wanna help!” 

    “Here, take one to Kiawe,” you handed her two steaming cups. “I just have to get the popcorn and we’ll be ready.”

    “Mimo, don’t spill that! It’ll burn you,” you hear Kiawe yell from the other room, over protective as always. You finished up preparing the snacks and brought them into the family’s living room where Kiawe had just finished the fort. It was a few sheets tied between the couch and chairs, with heaps of blankets and pillows laying at the bottom. Mimo had brought her treasured stuffies to join the party as well. 

    You carefully crawled into the fort, setting the popcorn and your mug to the side so you wouldn’t spill them. Kiawe’s arm wrapped around your waist as you settled down next to him, pulling a blanket up around your legs. Your boyfriend’s free hand set the bowl of popcorn on your lap while Mimo came to sit on your other side. She wormed her way into the blanket with you, curling up into your side, her small hands clutching her tapu cocoa, a Milktank doll resting in the crook of her arm. You looked down at her, heart warmed by the sweet gesture of affection. Kiawe had taken notice too, he was absolutely gushing at the adorable sight of his two favorite people in the world. He wasn’t entirely sure his heart could handle it. 

    Mimo excitedly started the movie, her eyes glued to the screen. “Look, Y/N! This is my favorite part!” She would tell you, about every five minutes, glancing up at you to make sure you were paying attention. 

    But about half way through the movie, Mimo was out like a light, turning over to wrap her arms around you in a hug. You looked over to Kiawe, letting out a quiet ‘awwwe’ at the sight as you carefully moved your arm to hold Mimo. He kissed your cheek and you could have sworn you saw a glint in his eyes. Kiawe always got emotional during these tender, loving moments.

    It wasn’t long before you and your boyfriend both fell asleep, cuddled up, his hands rubbing gentle circles into your shoulder.

#thirteen #pokemon #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon sumo #pokemon kiawe #pokemon imagines #kiawe imagine #kiawe x reader #trial captain kiawe

[kaminarisimp9000]

movie night

A/N: bruh the movie night trope is my f a v o r i t e and it’s 100% because ahem netflix and chill has caught me off guard one too many times. n e ways i barely know how to use this website nd this is the first post on the Blog and i totally did not write this because this concept is living rent free in my mind so i hope you enjoy??

pairing: bakugou x female!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: strong language

summary: You get really cold during the Weekly Class 1-A Movie Night™ due to your quirk and it’s up to Bakugou to warm you up

You rushed down to the common room, arms full of snacks, taking care so as not to spill anything. A smile bloomed across your face as you took in the scene before you. The common room was a mess of blankets, sleeping bags, couches and the like, as the students of Class 1-A worked together to set up today’s movie night. These movie nights had been born out of a collective need to relieve stress, and by now, had sort of become a weekly thing that you looked forward to. Your smile only grew wider as you realized that today, even Big Bad Bakugou had shut his mouth for once, opting to actually cooperate with his fellow students. 

Bakugou. 

You couldn’t ignore the subtle heat that rose to your cheeks as your thoughts lingered on your best friend for just a beat longer than necessary, when you were abruptly shaken out of your second of stupor. 

“Sweet! Y/N’s got the snacks!” Kaminari yelled, as he plopped down on one of the couches, ready to begin this week’s installment of Class 1-A’s Movie Nights™.

“Hell yeah I do. You’d better help me set this up, though, unless you’re not getting any!” You retorted. 

Kaminari waved you off with an alright, alright and headed towards the kitchen to find some bowls, while Tsuyu and Midoriya helped you set everything down. A few moments later, you were all but surrounded by an array of colorful bowls filled with all sorts of movie-appropriate treats.

Satisfied with your hard work, you scanned the common room for any available seats, letting out a chuckle as you realized that the only empty one was that which was next to your probably half-pomeranian half-human friend. 

(There was actually another space empty, but it was next to Mineta, so we’re not going to talk about that for obvious reasons.)

“Scoot over, Katsuki, I’m gonna sit here”

“Fuck off, Y/N,” Bakugou replied, moving to the side nevertheless.

“You wish,” you mused, gently sitting down next to him, “So, what’re we watching today?”

“As if I care.”

“Ugh, would you stop being so emo for once and answer the question?”

“Fuck, I dunno, it’s some shit about a cooking rat, or something.” 

“Was it that hard to say Ratatouille? I swear to god, Katsuki, you’re so fucking difficult sometimes.”

“I’d wager the poor boy just doesn’t know how to pronounce Ratatouille, Y/N ☆,” Aoyama interrupted from across the room.

You let out a laugh, “You’re probably right, Aoyama. The boy’s ~uncultured~.” 

Your relationship with Bakugou was comfortable to say the least. Sure, you did have a tiny crush on him, but above that, he was one of your best friends at UA. It’s anyone’s best guess as to how that even happened in the first place, with the boy’s hostility shining through in his ever-present frown, but here you are. Perhaps it’s because you were one of the only ones in the class who could actually put up with his less-than-desirable behavior, or because of the numerous times you practically begged him to spar with you (to which he gave in after a full month of persistence). You didn’t really have much of a crush on him in the beginning, but as time passed, and as the two of you grew closer, you felt your heart beat that much louder for him with every frown he sent your way. 

Sometimes, when you looked at him, you even felt breathless. 

But now was not one of those times. Hell, you were too distracted by the movie to give too much thought to the fact that you wanted Katsuki Bakugou to pin you against the wall of your dorm and kiss the living daylights out of you. Yes, you liked Bakugou, but you loved Ratatouille. 

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Your Ratatouille-induced bliss was fairly short-lived, though, for midway through the movie, you began to feel a bit chilly. Moving your arms to hug your sides, you tried to ignore it, but you knew where this was headed. Your quirk, Body Heat, converts your temperature into pure energy, which does make you quite powerful in the training arena, but also requires a great deal of cooldown time for your body to reset to its natural state. This usually happens quite painlessly, but sometimes, especially when you’ve overused your quirk, your temperature severely drops, as your body attempts to regenerate what it has lost. 

In other words, if you didn’t find a source of heat soon, you would be shivering as if there were no tomorrow. 

As your body began to shake, you searched the room for Todoroki, who usually helped you when you were like this, using his left side to warm you up until you were a functioning human again. You found him rather quickly, only to see that his eyes were closed, chest gently rising and falling through a peaceful slumber. 

Of course he’s fucking asleep, you thought to yourself, shivers intensifying, I’m so stupid! It would have taken me literally two seconds to grab a few blankets and now I can barely fucking move I’m shivering so bad. 

Reluctantly, you resigned yourself to this fate, deciding that you would just let your body do what it needed to do to regain your natural energy, and bear through the cold, when you felt a sudden shift to your side. 

Through your peripheral vision, you saw that Bakugou had gotten up and had started walking away. 

Probably cause I’m shaking so violently, you thought, rolling your eyes as much as you could, Can’t blame him, though, even I’d be annoyed. 

He returned quickly, though, throwing a plush blanket over your curled-up form. 

“Stop fucking shivering,” he whispered angrily.

“S-hut t-t-the fuck up you b-bitch, y-you know it's b-because of my quirk” You replied, with great difficulty.

“Where’s that half-n-half bastard? Isn’t he the one who gets rid of this shit for you.” 

“He's s-sleeping r-right n-ow—stop! d-don't wake him up h-he's probably t-t-t-ired.”

“Jesus Christ you can’t even fucking talk, can you,” Bakugou deadpanned. 

You shook your head as vigorously as you could, the blanket doing little in the way of warming you up. 

“It’s-it’s fine, ‘T-Tsuki, this’ll b-be o-o-over soon.” 

“Yeah, but it’s damn annoying.” 

“Then d-do something ab-b-bout it! I d-d-don’t know wh-what to t-t-tell you, I literally c-can’t m-move!” you snapped. 

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Bakugou maneuvered himself until he was under the blanket that currently surrounded your shivering body, pulling you into his lap so that you were facing him, your cheeks growing hot in response to your compromising position. 

“K-Katsuki—”

“Shut your mouth.” 

You obliged, as he brought his hands up to your face, palms glowing orange as he carefully activated his quirk just enough to warm them up, but not enough to create an explosion. He figured that your inability to talk was currently the most annoying thing about you, so he decided to stop the incessant chattering of your teeth first. 

Meanwhile, you were, for lack of better wording, dying on the inside. You knew Bakugou was hot, but shit, you’ve never seen him like this before! Were his eyes always that fucking beautiful when he concentrated? Was his skin always this smooth? Did his nose always look that kissable? 

As you began to regain feeling in your face, you really hoped that Bakugo couldn’t sense your heartbeat running at a million miles per hour, as his hands left your cheeks to run down your arms. 

“Thank you for this, Katsuki, you really didn’t have to,” you sigh, basking in your newfound warmth, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

“Tch,” Bakugo grunted, as his hands softly grasped yours, lingering until their natural warmth returned. 

You stretched your arms out, enveloping your friend in a tight hug, suddenly feeling a wave of tiredness wash over your body. 

“Yeah~~ I can finally use my hands again~~ What would I do without you, Kacchan?” you giggled, as his cheeks grew red in response to the cutesy nickname. 

His hands moved down to grip your thighs as he warmed your legs up, while you settled your head into the crook of his neck, cuddling into his warmth as you finally let sleep consume you.

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On the other side of the room, Kaminari’s eyes were glued to the television screen, thinking about how Remy was able to control Linguini’s cooking so accurately with a few simple tugs to the hair.

I mean, maybe that’s just his quirk, but like—does this mean that he has a hair pulling kink? Imagine your girlfriend having to marionette you in the bedroom. Would that be embarrassing? Would any of the girls be down to try it? he wondered. 

He reached into his lap to retrieve a piece of popcorn, sulking when his hand hit the bottom of the empty bowl. Sighing, he tore his eyes away from the screen, reaching for a refill, only to freeze at the sight in front of him.

“Yooooo, what goes on” Kaminari whisper-screamed, elbowing Mina in the side, gesturing towards you and Bakugou. 

“No. Fucking. Way.” Mina replied, mouth agape, “Are you kidding?! They’re so cute!!” 

“Damn. Would have never thought. Like?! I knew they were friends but I didn’t think Kacchan could pull a girlfriend!” 

“Are they actually dating though?! I’ve never heard Y/N talk about him like that even once! When did this happen?” 

“I don’t fucking know and I don’t fucking care. I swear to god I’m never gonna let him hear the end of it.” 

“Can y’all pipe down? I’m trying to watch the movie here,” Jirou whispered, annoyance written all over her face.

“No I cannot pipe down Jirou, just look over there and tell me you aren’t shook,” Kaminari fired back. 

“Holy fuck.”

“Right!!!”

Eventually, Kaminari’s whispering spread around to the entire class, as they, one by one, turned to take in the events that had unfolded right underneath their noses. Even Todoroki had awoken from his sleep to gawk at the both of you.

“Awww, they’re so adorable,” Uraraka squealed.

“They really are quite cute,” Momo remarked.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t have seen this coming. I had no idea the two of them had feelings for each other,” Midoriya wondered. 

With every passing line from his classmates, Bakugo could feel himself getting angrier and angrier. 

What the fuck do these damn extras think they’re doing? Shut the fuck up and watch the movie!! Bakugou thought, blood boiling.

“Y’know, Bakugou, I didn’t think you of all people would know how to treat a woman right,” Tsuyu chimed in. 

That’s it, Bakugou got up violently, This fucking ends here. 

Being careful not to drop you, Bakugou shifted you onto one arm, as he picked up the blanket that was once covering you both with the other. He headed out into the hallway, pressing the button to call the elevator, and brought you up to the fourth floor. 

He pulled out his keycard as he reached the end of the hallway, stopping in front of the door to his room for a moment as he unlocked it. Pushing the door open, Bakugou made his way over to his bed, and set you down gently.

Or, at least he tried to.

As he lowered your unconscious body to his soft, black sheets, you let out a quiet groan, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, making it clear that whatever happened, you weren’t going to let go.

Fucking great.

He shook you, trying to wake you up, but to no avail. The most he could get out of you was a soft Kacchan, let me sleep, as you snuggled impossibly closer into him. Sighing, Bakugou defeatedly peeled back his comforter, sliding both of your intertwined bodies under his sheets, tucking both of you in to the best of his abilities. 

As his head hit his pillow, he couldn’t help but stare at your soft features as they were illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through his window. He couldn’t help but admire the way your long eyelashes fluttered over your cheeks with every breath, the way your H/C hair seemed to perfectly frame your face, the way your lips…

The way your lips looked so damn kissable. 

Bakugou didn’t want to admit it to himself, but, as he lay there, eyes drinking in your every feature, he could feel himself falling harder and harder for you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, synchronizing his breaths with yours, until he too fell into a deep slumber. 

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You awoke gently, groaning in response to the sunlight hitting your face. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you attempted to sit up.

Huh? you thought, I can’t get up. 

You opened your eyes, and immediately realized that something was wrong. The walls, the ceiling, the window, they looked unfamiliar to you. This was not your room. Looking around, you noticed some neatly organized school books on the desk, black t-shirts on the back of the chair, All Might figurines, and—wait, was that shoujo manga on the nightstand? You suddenly notice an arm wrapped around your torso, possibly the reason why your efforts to sit up failed earlier.

And then you realized that that arm was connected to a very certain spiky-haired blond. Who happened to be your best friend and your crush. And who was currently holding you in a death grip. With his face very close to yours.

You felt your cheeks burning up. 

holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck

#bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo x y/n #mha #bnha bakugou #bnha #fluff #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha imagines #bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bakugo #mha fluff #katsuki bakugō

[oh-roman]

“delicate”

Y/N has her period.

i.

Bill wants to cry—a real dramatic sob; curling into a ball and balling his eyes out. He knows it sounds cliché, but his heart hurts—he can almost feel his heart muscles aching each time he exhales. Besides the sound of his blood pumping in his ears, Bill has his ears fixated on Y/N—she’s whimpering from the bedroom. Bill hates leaving the same room she’s in (during this time of the month), but he knows tea subsides the pain (sometimes) and his mother’s recipe for chocolate chip cookies makes her feel all warm and gooey inside. She hasn’t been able to take pills for the pain and Bill thinks that’s okay for several reasons (partially because it gives him an excuse to bake for her).

He’s standing in the kitchen in a gray tee (with small wet blotches from Y/N’s tears) and gray sweats. In one hand he’s got a small, dainty paper covered in his mother’s slanted cursive characters for the recipe. It’s not until Bill places the pan into the oven and looks down at the recipe sheet for the oven timing, does he notice how intensely his hands are shaking. The paper might just slip from his fingers and Bill wonders if it’s because his blood sugar is low—he’s barely eaten anything, except taste-testing the meals he’s made for Y/N. He wants to grab some water or make himself a small snack, but he can’t—Y/N calls his name in a small whine and he swears his heart falls to his stomach.

She’s curled up on one side of the bed, clutching a soft, white duvet to her chest. He can see her body trembling beneath the blanket and that prompts him to sit next to the bed and stroke her cheekthat isn’t pressed firm against the mattress. Ever since the beginning of their relationship (after her first period), Bill has had an established relationship with “the chair”—an old, black computer chair he didn’t want in his office anymore. It’s settled right next to Y/N’s side for times like this when he just needs to touch her lightly—or other times, when she’s nauseous and he’s got to stroke her back.

His hand is shaking immensely and he’s stuttering a little (feeling like his world is crashing down), but he needs to make her feel safe—needs to show her how much he loves her and how bad he wishes he could take the pain away.

Y/N—she looks how sugar tastes and honey feels. She’s the best thing Bill has ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“I know,” bill coos, “I know it hurts, love,” He’s thumbing over her trembling cheek and he has to glance up at the ceiling and exhale before seeing her tear stained cheeks again. There are select times like this, when it’s just too much—watching his girl lie in pain, knowing there’s not much he can do.

Every month, Bill takes off a week from work (no matter the filming or table-reads) to stay home with her. He thinks it’s the worst and he has to just hold her body and rock her to sleep—it absolutely kills him when she’s in pain, but when she’s asleep with her face smushed against his chest in bed, he always feels all warm inside.

Bill finds himself starring at her face and blinking himself awake from his daydream. She’s still sniffling, but not shaking as hard—Bill is. “Baby,” Y/N chokes, furrowing her brows and feeling his shaky fingers clutch onto her shoulder. Bill has no idea what’s happening and he grows even more worried when he feels himself crying. He’s shaking his head fast, wiping at his face and stuttering an “I’m fine,” but Y/N only reaches up and grasps his hand. “Baby,” she repeats (the pet name keeping his worried eyes on her). “Calm down, for me,”

Bill is full-on crying now (completely silent with an occasional sniffle). His teeth sank into his bottom lip so hard it might bleed. It’s strange—Bill thinks he doesn’t deserve to cry; doesn’t deserve to break down when his girl is going through a much larger problem. “Sorry,” he chokes, “Supposed to be strong for you,”

Eyes all reddened, Bill is stifling some whimpers and hiccuping through his tears. Y/N can hardly feel the sting in her abdomen when he starts really sobbing—buckling forward to cry into his hands m, with elbows on his knees. His broad shoulders are bobbing with each exhale and he’s mumbling “sorry’s” beneath everything. Bill doesn’t get overwhelmed much—just a bit down sometimes and he ends up sleeping it off. But, Y/N knows what this is—he’s having a proper panic attack and she’s afraid she’s not in the right setting to help him. So, she only reaches out for his hand and grasps it (let’s him know she’s here).

It’s only nine in the morning (and Y/N couldn’t sleep all night due to cramps) but she thinks it’s appropriate for a long cuddle and overdue nap right about now. To say that Y/N’s cramps are terribly bad during her period, would be an understatement—she’s in so much pain, sometimes it’s hard to move anything—sometimes she can barely raise her hand to wipe her own tears. “I love you,” is all Y/N can muster for now, “Love you so much,”

You would have to feel how tight her heart is clenching around the sound of Bill crying. You would have to feel the migraine growing in her skull and the salty tears pricking the corners of her eyes, if you really wanted to know what Y/N feels like. Mixed with the painful strain in her abdomen and the guilt from causing his mental break down, Y/N strokes his hand and hopes he’ll be alright—because it seems like speaking and hoping is all she can do.

…

Soon (several minutes later), Bill raises his shaky head and knuckles at his eyes with one hand while squeezing her hand with the other. When he looks up at her from his position on the floor, she wishes she could kiss the hurt away. He looks awful—sniffling and blinking slowly like a lost puppy. He doesn’t say anything—just let’s go of her hand (Y/N whines) and uses the bed as leverage to stand up. He sniffles again and finger combs his hair before scurrying off to the kitchen.

He comes back with a steaming cup of tea and a napkin. He walks steadily, trying not to spill it, but his post-panic attack jitters are no help and there’s tea spilling with every step. Once he’s reached Y/N, he cranes his neck down and “carefully” sets the mug on the nightstand. She mutters a “thank you,” and Bill nods a little before sniffling again and stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You know,” Bill begins, (clearing his throat so his voice doesn’t crack). “—this doesn’t mean anything,” Motioning toward his face with a hand, Bill wonders what’s going through her head right now. “I can still care for you,” and Y/N’s heart basically shatters. “—for as long as I’m breathing, I’ll love you; no matter what,”

Y/N feels her tears at bay, but she’s not sure if it’s from the sudden jolt of pain running down her thigh (that has her buckling over) or Bill’s sudden confession.

Bill’s worried again when she hurls forward and he skips over to his side of the bed instead of the chair. The mattress is warm and Bill instantly feels himself growing sleepy. He wraps a careful arm around her front and presses his lips to her exposed shoulder. “Just wish I didn’t get you so worked up,” Y/N mutters, “—couldn’t even help you,”

Bill smiles when she blames herself—90% of the time, it’s not even her fault. “It’s alright, love,” He whispers, “Just needed to cry, is all,” Wiping at a stray tear, Y/N rolls her body around so her front is facing his and she snuggles herself into his chest. He snakes a hand up to her hair and begins stroking it slowly—gently massaging her scalp and feeling her body expand with every inhale. She, on the other hand, has her hand resting on the side of his rib cage. It’s a warm position and they each have their eyes closed—comforting one another for different reasons.

There’s flour dusted atop his hair strands from baking and he smells like fresh chocolate bar and lavender (from his favorite soap). He smells so sweet and Y/N only pulls him closer—bunching the cotton fabric of his shirt closer to her face. They lie like this for a while and for some reason, the feeling of Y/N’s fingers trancing circles on his back, prompts him to speak. “Don’t worry, love,” he mutters, “—we’re gonna have a baby,” Relaxing her eyes open, Y/N blinks slowly—fluttering her eyelashes against his shirt. She’s only listening to him for now; loves it when he talks softly. “Just the sweetest little thing you’ll ever meet—and softest too,”

Y/N doesn’t know she’s smiling at first—just knows that he always knows how to make her melt. They’ve been trying for a baby for so long and sometimes Y/N can’t help but feel miserable about not being able to conceive. “What should call him or her?” She murmurs; lifting her chin to peek at him.

“Whatever you want, bunny,” he taps her chin a little and rubs his fingers through her hair again. He’s craning his neck down now and grinning when smiles. “—whatever—you—want,” Bill says, between kisses to her lips. She tastes so sweet, Bill has to lean in and kiss her again—pressing a longing one to her lips and moving a hand up to thumb over her cheek. Parting his lips a little, Bill laps his tongue over her bottom lip and hums. He wants to keep going (thinks he could lie here all day in the comfort of her lips), but he knows she should rest and so, he pulls away with a small smack. Her face falls back to his chest and he smiles in content before kissing the top her head.

She’s got butterflies making a frenzy within her tummy and a tickle in her chest, now. It’s an unexplainable feeling—his body heat intermingled with her’s. His fingertips trancing lines on the nape of her neck; his breath fanning on her forehead; the little snores he’s making when once he’s fallen asleep.

It’s hard to explain what you don’t understand—she just knows her stomach feels all knotted up and mushy when she thinks something so obvious, yet so reassuring.

He’s here to stay.

#he left the cookies in the oven #bill skarsgard one shot #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard fluff

[lunarhayn]

(Not So) Secret Curls

Alrighty, so I found a post a while ago by @apologieslogan about Logan with long and, well, I just had to write it. I hope you don't mind as I wrote it as romantic CALM cause that's just how I saw it when reading the post.

Basically I had an idea for how I wanted to start and end it...but no idea what do in between that. So it's a little badly done, but I'm really proud of how it turned out. (Also, not good a titles)

Also gonna tag @virgil-has-a-houseplant cause they asked to be and @teacupfulofstarshine cause I think she'll like this.

So yeah, without further adieu, here it is!

WARNINGS: There is a slight food mention...but other than that it's just mostly fluff.

It was a known fact the each of the sides held a common characteristic with their opposite brain side. Both Roman and Virgil held wildly different skin tones from their host (Romans being a much tanner version of Thomas and Virgil being paler) and the fact that they could both draw very well. But while they kept Thomas's straight hair, both Logan and Patton took on a much curlier form of it along with their need for glasses. And much like how the other two had their opposite skin tones, these two like to keep their hair at very different lengths. Patton kept his short and, while everyone thought it would be Roman, Logan kept his longer.

(Although Roman did try long hair once, he claimed it was too much of a hassle to constantly tie it back for battles and would keep falling in his face)

The others rarely - if ever - saw Logan with his hair down. The logical side typically kept it in a low ponytail or a loose bun. And because of this, none of the others knew just how long his hair had become.

Virgil had been the first to notice. He had been on one of his many 1 a.m. nightly snack runs when he had seen the logical sides door cracked open, spilling soft light into the hall. It being a little after 1, virgil is slightly confused as to why his boyfriend - who usually very good about going to bed before midnight - was still up. While his late night planning and working wasn't unheard of, it was still pretty uncommon. And Virgil was curious to see what he was up to. He crept silently to the door and peeked around -

Only to find his boyfriend curled up in a plushy arm chair, fast asleep. An open book had slid onto his lap and his glasses had been pushed up as he leaned into the chair. Virgil gave out a quiet chuckle and went over to the sleeping side, picking up his book and setting it onto his desk before moving back. Only to freeze for a moment.

Logans hair was down. Glasses pushed up to keep the hair out of his eyes while soft curls framed the rest of his face. It had also gotten much longer than Virgil remembered, hanging down a little past his collarbones.

Without thinking, Virgil quickly whipped out his phone to snap a few pictures of the adorable sight before him before pocketing the phone and leaning over to pick Logan up. He carries the side to his bed with ease and giggles as he tries to pry the logical sides finger from his shirt. While he would never admit it, Logan was as big a cuddler as Patton.

After a few minutes, Virgil manages to free his shirt from Logans tight grasp and replaces it with the galaxy themed unicorn plushie Patton had gotten him for Christmas. He places a small kiss to the sleeping sides forehead and shuts off the light, smiling as the glow in the dark constellations appear. Virgil whispers a soft goodnight to his love and continues on his original mission. He is soon back in his bed, snacking on some chips, as he pulls out a small journal and begins to write about his new discovery, a small smile gracing his face.

Patton finds out next a few weeks later. He's come downstairs sometime during the night in order to get some more popcorn and drinks for his Office marathon, only to be stopped as he realizes the kitchen light is already on. He continues on his way, fully prepared to greet Virgil and freezes in his tracks for the second time that night.

Virgils hair was not that curly or that long.

Only one side had hair that long. Patton stared at Logans back as he made something on the counter (Patton would bet his left leg that it probably involved Crofters too). He runs his eyes over the long locks, the unruly curls that stuck out. Swiftly turning around, Patton makes his way back to his room, telling himself he didn't want to startle their boyfriend. Even though all Patton wanted to do was run his fingers through those soft locks now.

Roman, much to the royals dismay, finds out last.

It's just after ten on a Tuesday morning when he literally runs into the other side as he steps out of the bathroom. He goes to apologize and takes one look at his smart boyfriend before running off. Straight to Pattons room where he knows his two other boyfriends will be. Meanwhile, Logan has no idea what the hell just happened. One moment Roman and the next he's gone, damp locks slapping his cheeks as he turns his head to figure out where his creative boyfriend went.

...

"Have either of you two seen just how long and beautiful our nerds hair is?!" Roman exclaimed, causing the two cuddling sides to stare up at him. They shared a look before slowly nodding at Roman. "And neither of you thought to tell me?! My gods, the betrayal!"

Virgil rolled his eyes at their dramatic boyfriend while Patton let out a laugh,"Sorry kiddo. We thought that you knew too. Both Virgil and I found out just last month."

Roman huffed and crossed his arms, muttering something under his breath. It took Virgil a moment to figure out what he had said before the anxious side let out a rare laugh, "Aw, come on! You seriously can't be that jealous of his hair?!"

"Me? Jealous of Logans hair? Heavens no! I simply am upset that Specs decided to keep those beautiful locks away from us for so long. Tis a crime to hide such beauty!"

With another eye roll, Virgil looked at Roman, "He hasn't exactly been hiding it, Princey. He just doesn't wear it down often."

"Oh hush, Winnie the Blue! I can't help it if you don't know how to appreciate wonderfully, gorgeous hair." Roman exclaimed, crawling onto the bed and curling  up on the other side of Patton, "Now, Padre..."

And Virgil just curled up tighter against the dad side, rolling his eyes yet again as his boyfriends gushed over their Nerds hair. But he couldn't stop a small smile from appearing on his face.

...

Logan was confused. It had been quite a while since he had seen any of his boyfriends. Now, for Roman and Virgil that wasn't unexpected as Roman went off on quests a lot and Virgil enjoyed staying in the quiet of his room or someone elses. But Patton was usually out and about more often than not. Whether is was doing house work, cooking, or just hanging put in the living room watching T.V. and cuddling with someone.

But he hadn't seen anyone since running into Roman earlier that day.

So, with a sigh, Logan set his book down on the couch and went off in search of his boys.  He had already determined that none were downstairs, as he had been there most of the day and hadn't seen anyone. Logan made his way up the stairs and turned to Romans room first, knocking on the elaborate white door. After waiting a few moments a receiving no response, Logan pulled open the door slightly and peeked in. The room was dark with no sign of life.

With another quick glance around the room, Logan pulled the door shut and moved on to Pattons room. He was about to knock when he heard the familiar voices drift through, too muffled to make out anything. Ah, so this is where they've been all day, Logan thought, pushing the door to the morals sides room open.

Only to be met with silence.

All the talking stopped as he entered the room. Patton looked...guilty? And Romans face was slowly turning red. Virgil, on the other hand, was looking between Logan and their other boyfriends, an amused look on his face. Logan cocked his head, "I apologize, am I interrupting something I wasn't supposed to be aware of? I'm not quite sure what it could be - as there are no events coming up anytime soon - but I can leave if need be."

And Virgil lost it.

The other three stared at the anxious side in shock. It was extremely rare to here him laugh like this, so carefree like and loud. He was curled into himself, shaking slightly as his face slowly turned red, "You nerd," he gasped, calming down enough to speak, "you absolute dork." And Logan just stared at him, a mixture of shock and confusion on his face.

"We weren't planning or anything. Princey and Padre have just been...well...obsessing over your hair." Romans face was slowly becoming the color of his sash and Patton gave a small, shy smile, "Well, let me rephrase that: Roman, over here, has been obsessing over your 'magnificent locks' and Pattons just agreeing and encouraging." Virgil finished, a sly smirk on his face.

"My...hair?"

"Well, it's just you have the longest out of all of us and it's honestly so gorgeous. And we all just recently found out just how long it's become, but you wear it up so often and I was just curious as to why? Plus, we weren't obsessing," Roman shot Virgil a glare," we were merely discussing just how, well, magnificent it had gotten and all the styles the could be done with it."

"So, obsessing?"

"Quiet, pheasant!"

Logan stared at the three for a moment, "Well, it is at a decent length to do more with it, I suppose. And it's fairly manageable, which is why I haven't cut it." He turned to Roman, "If you wished to try out some styles, I wouldn't be opposed to it."

None of them had ever seen their dramatic boyfriend beam as brightly as he did in the moment.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

"Yes Patton?"

"Do you think you could wear it down a little more often too? It would look sooo good on you."

"Of course."

In all honesty, Logan would do anything to make his lovers as happy as they were at that moment. Especially for that small smile Patton gave. His extremely rare of o pure joy and content.

...

The next time Thomas summoned them, Logans hair was a bit different. He had let Roman pull the top later into a small bun that sat on the back of his head while the rest swung freely about his shoulders.

While Logan didn't say anything about the change, Thomas didn't miss the way he moved his head more, letting the loose curls whip about. And he he didn't miss the look of pride and satisfaction Roman had throughout their entire conversation.

#sanders sides #polysanders #polyamsanders #lamp #calm #logan #logan sanders #logic #virgil #virgil sanders #anxiety #roman #roman sanders #creativity #patton #patton sanders #morality #fic #my fic #fanfic #fanfiction #logan with long hair #Rhayn Writes

[this-ginger-has-no-soul]

Study date

Request: Can I request something with Peter Parker? Like, he and the reader are studying but he has to go to save the city and when he cames back he founds her asleep in his bed. So he takes this chance to cuddle with her and reveling his feelings? Tysm for your time I really like your writing

Warnings: swearing

  Peter smiled as (Y/N) answered the chemistry question correctly, his heart beating proudly as (Y/N) smiled and blushed as he praised them for the correct answer.

   They'd been studying for finals for days on end, cramming all the knowledge they could into their head, hoping that even though neither of them had paid attention through the year that the sudden spark of inspiration they had would help them succeed.

   "Okay, third chemicals atomic number is-" Peter stops as his phone buzzes, interrupting the two students. Peter sighs as he fishes the phone out of his pocket, glaring at the screen in agitation. "Its tony," Peter grumbles as he answers it, speaking in hushed tones to the man on the other end. (Y/N) smiled and nodded in understanding, keeping their lips sealed as they went back to studying, aka, remaining quiet so they couple listen in on Peters call. 

   "We really need ya here Pete, it'll take a couple hours at most and we need the backup," 

   "But Mr. Stark," Peter whined softly, making (Y/N) smirk slightly. "I have finals to study for-" 

  "Peter please,"

   "I have projects to do- " 

  "Puh-lease?" 

  "Books to finish-" 

  "Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Peter didn't even have to see Tony to know he was trying to give his best damn puppy dog eyes which he was failing at, and miserably too.

   "Ugh, fine, but I better be back before midnight, okay?"

  "You got it kiddo, I'll see you in ten minutes,"Peter groans as he ends the call, nearly throwing his phone down as he rubbed at his eyes. 

  "Mission?'" (Y/N) asks as they reach for some snack they had brought. Peter nods, sighing as he does. 

  "Yeah, Tony said I'll be done by midnight though,"

   "We can study later then, I'll wait up for you," Peter smiles gently, his spirits brightening at (Y/N)'s words. 

  How the hell did he get lucky enough to befriend (Y/N)? they didn't flip their shit when they found out about Spiderman, they were always there for peter, no matter the circumstance, and now they were offering to stay past curfew to study with him.

   "I'll be back soon (Y/N)," Peter smiles at them gently, his smile widening when they smiles through a mouthful of food.

  "Sounds good Pete," They mutter as they shove another handful of food into their mouth.  "Be safe you reckless idiot," (Y/N) mutters, words muffled by the food. 

  "Hmm," Peter smirked as he opened his window, dangling himself on the edge precariously. "No promises," 

  Peter winced as he slid his window open again, the old thing creaking and moaning in protest. 

  Well, the mission had run long, three hours long to be exact. Tony's promise of no later than midnight was absolute bullshit, it was three fifteen and he was just stumbling into his room.

   Somehow his lights remained on and he was able to see everything just as he had left it except for one small detail; (Y/N). When he had left they were sitting on his bed, nose buried in Shakespeare, now they were curled under his blankets, snoring lightly. 

  Peter bit his lip, guilt washing over him like a hurricane. (Y/N) had waited all night, they were planning on him coming back and he didn't. 

  Stupid fucking mission, stupid tucking Tony, stupid fucking spiderman. 

  Peter growls softly as he throws his mask into his closet, his suit following after. He quickly got dressed and sat on the bed, looking at (Y/N)'s sleeping form like some kind of stalker (god, he sure felt like one). They seemed so tired and they were resting so peacefully that he didn't have the heart to wake them. But there were no other rooms in the apartment and Aunt May would beat his ass if he slept on her couch. So with the utmost reluctance Peter grabbed a blanket from his closet, wadded up a sweatshirt to use as pillow and laid down to fall asleep but he didn't even reach the ground when suddenly something was gripping his arm. 

  "Peter," (Y/N)'s sleepy voice penetrated the silence of the room. "Pete, get in bed," Peters brows furrow and his nose scrunches up adorably. (Y/N) seriously wasn't suggesting that the two of them hunker together in his twin sized bed...were they?

   "(Y/N), we can't both possibly fit on the bed-"

   "Then I'll come sleep on the floor with you," 

   "(Y/N), no."

   "Then get your ass up here," Peter sighed as he clambered to his feet, glaring at (Y/N) as they rolled over, just enough space for Peter to slide into bed. It was a tight fit but with some maneuvering and some awkward positions Peter found the perfect spot to sleep. (Y/N)'s face was buried in his neck, their arms against his chest, their heartbeat against his own. 

  "Did the mission go well?” (Y/N) questions softly, their lips grazing Peter’s neck with each syllable.

   “Sorta, we underestimated the opposing team and so the mission ran a little long-”

   “I’m well aware of that Pete,” There was no malice to (Y/N)’s words, if anything just a kind of affection.

   “Well, aren’t you sassy when you’re tired?”

   “I was worried about you Pete,”

   “So worried you took a nap?”

   “There wasn’t anything else to do asshat,” (Y/N) giggles softly, lips pushing against his skin, chest pushed against his own.

   “(Y/N), you gotta stop moving your lips, it tickles-”

   “Is that so?” (Y/N) smirks sleepily as they calculatedly move their lips against Peter’s neck, trying to decide which spot tickled the most.

   “(Y/N),’ Peter stifled a laugh, “Stop, you’re gonna wake Aunt May,” But (Y/N) didn’t listen, they never did, and they persisted, keeping it up until Peter was silently wheezing.

    “I missed you,” (Y/N) whispers finally, lips pulled back just enough that it didn’t tickle.

   “I missed you too (Y/N)-”

   “No, Peter, I really, really missed you,” Peter sighs shakily as he runs his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair, his throat bobbing with the effort of remaining quiet. It’d be so easy to tell them, to spill his guts and tell them how much he loved them, how much he cared for them. They were laying in his own bed for fuck’s sake, there would never be a more opportune time than this-

    “I missed you too, I miss you all the time, I miss you when you’re not by my side, I miss seeing your smile or hear your laugh, I miss you during class and on missions, I know how you feel (Y/N),” Peter sighs shakily once again, biting his lip as his grip on (Y/N) tightened slightly. This is the part where they got up and left, where they pushed him away and never looked at him again but it wasn’t, (Y/N) didn’t do any of those things. If anything they nuzzled closer, their lips pressed to his neck again and they whispered in the stillest, smallest voice Peter had ever heard:

   “You understand,”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #Peter Parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman #spider-man: homecoming #Tom Holland imagine #Tom Holland #marvel imagine #marvel

[getyouraoion]

A little drabble for @riseofthephoenixfallofdestiny, because her Aster is so precious and this ship is totally becoming a thing- And because she needs a smile. <3

~After Aster gets upset and practically runs away with his (unofficial) girlfriend, Aoi finds herself alone... And with a discovery: She dislikes sleeping on strange couches.

A soft groan left parted lips, the pigtailed girl shifting just slightly and pulling the blanket closer to her chest. If she was still tired, there was no way it could be morning yet.... And the sound of distant waves was soothing, easing her back into-

Waves?

Green-blue eyes fluttered open, blurred vision clearing with the aid of a few blinks to remind her she was nowhere near the dorm room she called home, but somewhere far safer, forcing herself to sit up for a better look at the darkened interior of the yacht. Right, she'd gone there with Aster for some privacy... Privacy they'd not only received, but made the most of with dinner, a movie, and cuddling on the couch. An evening she'd not soon forget, for sure.

The memories tugged her lips up into a soft smile; who would've known the great Aster Phoenix was such a sweetheart? Sure, he'd been absolutely livid then they'd gotten there, but as the evening had gone on, his anger had been slowly replaced by laughter and smiles, and the teases she was so used to. They'd made dinner together, joking over the process. Eaten on the deck, under the stars, while he'd not only tolerated her excitement over finding a few constellations, he'd chuckled and joined her to point out more. Let her pick out a movie and helped her gather together a snack, the remnants of which she could still see on the nearby coffee table.

But try as she might, she couldn't remember the end of the movie... A hand stole up, brushing through her bangs; had she fallen asleep during it? It made sense – they'd been so heated in their conversation when they'd first arrived, the heavy discussion combined with a flurry of emotions for the pro draining her energy by the time they'd finished dinner. But the last thing she could remember was laying her head on Aster's shoulder, comfortably snuggled into his side...

So where was he?

Pushing the blanket off, Aoi slipped off the couch to stand, glancing down at the black shirt she wore. Right... She'd spilled her drink on herself, to which he'd been more than happy to offer her one of his own shirts... Just not expected her to end up in nothing but said shirt. With the faintest of giggles leaving her lips, the charmer duelist shuffled past the coffee table, trying to get her bearings in the dim lighting. They'd not explored much... or rather, he hadn't let her explore much, though she was quickly getting used to how guarded Aster was, even with her. Wherever her firebird had gone, she'd have to find him effectively blind to where she was and where she was going.

A turn found the kitchen; the dishes had been done, everything clean and ready for the morning. And as much as she hated anything resembling chores, she couldn't leave a mess on the table, prompting her to scuttle back and collect the bowls and glasses from their snack as quietly as she could, nibble on the remaining cheese cubes in one bowl, and leave the dishes in the sink. Washing them would be too loud, and she had no intention of spooking him.

A bit more exploring from there located what looked to be a study, several bookshelves bolted to the walls and covered in books. Moonlight streaming in from a window illuminated a few titles, Aoi scrunching her nose up in distaste at them. Leave it to Aster to have books on economics and running businesses... She'd have to slip a few of her own into his collection at some point, provided he ever let her back onto the yacht to begin with. The action-jammed stories would round things out nicely, and besides, who didn't love a good fight scene?

Clearly not Aster, she reasoned with herself a moment later, spotting one book on a desk, loaded with bookmarks. Most of their interests were so wildly different from each others... How they'd gotten together was beyond her, but she still caught herself thanking her lucky stars they had while running her fingertips along the stuffed book's cover. She could see him sitting at the desk on a slow day, studying as much as he could about business, tearing bits of paper from a notebook to serve as bookmarks – Just the thought brought her smile back, heart skipping a beat in her chest at imagining the dedication and determination in his eyes.

Turning on her heel, she ducked out of the study, glancing around for another unexplored room. He'd probably have a fit if he knew she was wandering around like this, but for the first time, she didn't care; why was he so secretive? It wasn't like he didn't know she was trustworthy, considering their relationship – even if he still hadn't outright called it one just yet – and how long they'd stood by each other. But there was still a large part of him completely closed off, his core shielded from her... On one hand, she couldn't blame him after the mess with Sartorious some time earlier, Aoi decided, sticking her her head into another room and making note of where the bathroom lay. He'd been used, treated like a pawn for so long, even she'd have trouble trusting the sun to come up if she'd been in his shoes.

Slowly, she nudged open a cracked door, pausing at the sight she found. Aster, fast asleep in his own bed, a book open on his chest... Her smile both grew and softened, the familiar warmth in her chest spreading; how could she deny being head over heels for him? Just seeing him so vulnerable, so peaceful left her wanting to curl up beside him and protect him, remind him he wasn't standing alone. The D, Sartorious, his parents... All used him, or left him in the end, even against their will.

And yet, as much as she didn't want to take their place, she wanted him to know he wasn't as alone as it seemed.

Aoi gave a little nod of her head and crossed the room, crawling under the covers and molding herself against his side. It was far from proper and she knew he'd likely have her head come morning, but the couch was lonely and she... And... She....

“Nnn... Aoi...?”

A glimpse up at his sleepy, half-lidded blue gaze nearly broke her, leaving her unable to do more than press a kiss to his cheek and settle in for the rest of the night. “Shhh. G' back to sleep, Aster. Th'.... Th' couch was ah...” She hated lying to him, but how did she explain she just wanted to be with him? The couch was lonely, but in all honesty, she wanted to be with him. She wanted to be against his side, able to touch him, see him. “It...”

“If you missed me, just say it.” His arm shifted, book falling to the bed on his other side while the limb wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close to him. Even half asleep, she could hear the tease in his voice, her own smile only widening with it. How did he always know just how to make her heartbeat speed up like that? And make her feel so comfortable at the same time?

Pecking several kisses to his shoulder before laying her head against it, the raven gave a faint giggle. “I missed you. An'...” She paused; his breathing had evened out, softened, eyes the color of the morning sky once more closed. It was one of the few, rare times she'd seen him so vulnerable, exposing a side of himself she doubted many had ever seen before.

So, with a quick wriggle to push the hem of the shirt she wore down for modesty, Aoi let her own eyes drift closed, draping her arm across his middle for a loose hold. “I love y', Aster... I love y' so much...”

And he'd never have to stand alone.

Not as long as she lived.

#riseofthephoenixfallofdestiny #Part of My Destiny [Asoi] #<3333 #Mun's drabbles