#tried staying up. fell asleep. woke up and listened. now will go back to sleep

[luvring]

my le sserafim never misses

#💬nia.rambles #tried staying up. fell asleep. woke up and listened. now will go back to sleep #actually i might get some bread first #im like. rlly hungry rn #ALL THOSE SONGS WERE GOOD I FEEL SICK #i need to go to kawaii alley or sunrise records so bad BRO PLEASE #like most albums its like. ueah ok this concepts the best one for me #BLOODY ROSE I GENUINELY WANT SO BAD. LKKE THAT CONCEPT WAS FOR ME???? FOR ME????? #oh my le sserafim. thankyou. Thankyouukhmgng

[unreliablesnake]

Simon says (Simon Riley x reader)

Summary: Simon doesn’t want to let you be alone when you’re drunk, so you end up at his place. After he wakes up, the two of you play a little Simon says.

Note: That little snippet became pretty popular. Thanks, guys, here’s the whole thing. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

Warnings: smut. afab reader. minors dni!!!

“You suck!” you slurred once you grabbed Simon’s shoulder to steady yourself.

He only let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. Things hadn’t been the best since the breakup, but he wasn’t about to leave you here on your own when you were this drunk. So he wrapped an arm around your body to keep you up straight, then began to walk towards his car.

Through the whole ride he was begging the universe not to make you throw up in the passenger seat, but you were a clever girl and knew when to make him stop the car so you would empty your stomach onto the street. He put his hand on your back, trying to calm you with a circular motion since you were cursing under your breath.

When you closed the door and signaled him it was okay to move again, Simon hesitated. “You okay?” he asked kindly. When you nodded in response, he let out a sigh and leaned his head against the headrest. “I’m not letting you stay alone tonight. Wouldn’t want you to choke on your own vomit. You’re staying at my place, okay? I’ll take the couch.”

“I’m fine,” you tried weakly before raising a hand and opening the door again for another round of vomiting. You didn’t see Simon roll his eyes at you, for which he was grateful, but he was glad to see a change in your behavior when you sat back. “Fine, let’s go.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“You okay now?”

“Yeah.”

Simon’s lips curled into a smile as he watched you. “Can you say anything else?” he asked as he swept a strand of hair out of your face.

You made a face and he couldn’t help but laugh at it. Instead of making a comment about how weird you were whenever you got drunk, he started the car and began to drive to his place. You dozed off halfway there, and he listened to the quiet snoring as if that was the most adorable sound in the world.

Because in a way it was. When you were sober, you pushed him away. Now that you were drunk, you didn’t. He preferred this setup, he missed you every day, and keeping his distance was incredibly hard. He wanted to respect your decision to end the relationship, but despite your best effort to keep him at arm’s length, he was always drawn to you.

When he parked the car, you were still sleeping, so he decided to carry you inside instead of waking you up. You had changed your perfume. He remembered the scent of the usual one you wore when you went out, but this was certainly different. Simon didn’t like it that much, but he wondered if it was only because it told him you felt like it was time for a change after the breakup.

He took you to his bedroom, cautiously placing you on the bed then leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “Sleep tight, love. I’ll be outside if you need me,” he said quietly.

“Can you stay with me?” you mumbled in your sleep.

At first he thought he hadn’t heard you right, that he was just imagining things, but then you repeated it. Simon smiled to himself before lying down on the empty side of the bed next to you, an arm protectively wrapping around you immediately. You moved a little to be closer to him, your eyes still closed as you slept.

Eventually Simon fell asleep too, but his dream wasn’t free of you. He couldn’t stop thinking about what you might need to give him another chance. A friend’s advice? A big romantic gesture? Whatever it was, he was more than happy to give it to you.

In the early morning, before the sun came up, he woke up to you resting your head on his chest, while your arm was wrapped around his body. When he tried to peel you off gently, you just tightened your grip on him. “Stay,” you asked him. How could he say no to that? So he kissed your head and watched you sleeping comfortably, but he was soon reminded that you were slowly waking up. “Creep,” you noted with the hint of a smile.

Letting out a quiet chuckle, Simon raised your hand and placed a kiss on its back. “You should make up your mind. One moment you want me to stay, the next you call me a creep,” he scolded you.

“Why did I let you go?” you suddenly asked, your chin now on his chest so you could look him in the eye.

“That’s something only you can answer. You never really gave me an explanation,” Simon pointed out.

You let out a sigh. He could tell you were thinking hard about the reason, but couldn’t really find what it was. Before speaking up again, you kissed his chest and tightened your grip around his body. “I was an idiot.”

Simon had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from agreeing, too afraid a comment like that would push you away again. When he felt your hand slowly moving down his body, heading straight under his sweatpants, he couldn’t help but wonder if he should let you do this. He didn’t want to cross a line, he didn’t want to use you in any way, even if it was you who made a move on him.

“What are you doing?” he asked hoarsely. As you reached into his pants and grabbed his semi-erect cock, Simon gulped. God, he wanted you so badly, it was torture. But he needed to know if you meant it, so he said the first thing that came to his mind. “Let’s play ‘Simon says’, love. How does that sound? Just like in the old days.”

“But you’re so mean when we play that,” you said with a pout when he pulled your hand away from his pants.

“Simon says kiss me,” he began with a smirk.

With a short giggle you did as you were told, giving him a slow, sensual kiss that he missed so much. Simon put his hand on the back of your neck, eventually slipping his fingers into your hair to grab a fistful of it. You moaned into his mouth, but never broke the kiss. He loved that; he loved it when you acted like a little kitten, sounding almost like you were purring while you kissed him.

After he kissed the tip of your nose, he looked you in the eye and waited to see if you wanted to say anything. But you knew the rules. No talking while you played this game. “Good girl.” He swept a strand of hair behind your ear, then said, “Simon says slowly take your clothes off.”

A small, wicked smirk crept on your lips as you stood up on the bed and sensually began to shake your hips, as if you were swaying to a song only you could hear. He sat up and leaned his head against the wall while he watched you slowly take your shirt off. You threw it away and reached back to unclip your bra, but instead of quickly removing it, you cupped your breasts and pushed them together for a moment.

Simon couldn’t behave, and he flashed a smile at you before he groped his cock through his pants. You pouted, clearly unhappy that he didn’t want you to help him with that. But he wasn’t about to let you handle it, instead he motioned you to finally get rid of that bra. Being the good girl you were, you did just that, and then moved on to your jeans which you unbuttoned and slowly pushed off of yourself along with your panties.

He drew in a sharp breath. “I wanted to take those panties off of you,” he complained, earning a surprised look from you. “It’s okay, I didn’t tell you. Come here, baby.” He opened his arms, but you didn’t move. “Look at my vigilant girl,” he laughed. “Simon says help me out of my pants.”

This time you moved and got his sweatpants off. Simon could tell drool was already pooling in your mouth as you watched his now fully erect cock fall on his stomach. You had always been like that, clearly nothing changed in the past few months. You kneeled next to him on the bed, sitting on your heels with your hands resting on your thighs. Weren’t you an obedient little girl for him?

“Simon says answer me this. Are you one hundred percent sure you want this?” You gulped and nodded. You looked certain and sober, so he gave himself the green light to go on. “Simon says give me a blowjob,” he finally gave you the order.

Your face lit up like a Christmas tree, and you lowered your body to run your tongue along his shaft. His cock twitched in your hand, his excitement slowly getting the best of him. When he felt your soft lips around the head, he tangled his fingers into the hair on the back of your head and followed your movements without being too rough with you. There will be a moment when he can push you down on his cock, but now he just wanted you to get used to his size again.

You took him in your mouth, trying to take more and more in, while your hand twisted and turned around the base as you gently began pumping. He could see the satisfied little smile on your lips when he let out a deep moan and you let his cock fall out of your mouth with a loud pop.

He enjoyed it more than ever before. Maybe it was the months that had passed since the last time you’ve been together, but it was heavenly to have you like this again. He gently smacked your ass which drew a moan out of you. It wasn’t enough to stop you though, because you picked up your pace and began to let the tip get closer and closer to the back of your throat.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re too good for me,” he said quietly, earning a side glance from you. “It’s okay, keep going.” He knew what was on your mind. You had always told him you were just right for him, that he shouldn’t belittle himself. He told you about his past before, so no wonder you became so protective of him. You’d always been like that; worrying more about others than yourself.

Simon was pulled back to reality when he heard you gag, but that sound only made him push your head down a little more. He knew he was close, he could feel the orgasm building up in his core, so he pulled you off his cock and told you to speed things up and don’t waste your town deepthroating him. Being the good girl you were, you followed his instructions and he soon came into your mouth. You swallowed every drop and then even licked him clean without being told to do so.

“C’mere, baby,” he told you, and you immediately moved over to kiss him. Simon let you, he took his time enjoying the kiss, but then you broke it and leaned back and put your hand in front of your mouth. “That’s right, you screwed up.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered guiltily.

“It’s okay,” he began as he rubbed your back. “But that means playtime’s over. You know the rules.”

You threw your leg over his body to straddle him, his cock touching your ass as you leaned down to l. “Come on, Simon, I know you want this. Let’s see how fast you can make me come,” you purred in his ear before playfully biting his earlobe.

He just shook his head at this. “Maybe it’s better this way. I’m not entirely sure those few hours were enough for you to sober up.”

“Please,” you began to beg.

But he only laughed at this. “You still have your hands, love, if you’re really that desperate for an orgasm, you could just as well give me a show,” he suggested.

“Can I borrow your fingers?”

“No.”

“Then it’s not good enough,” you said with a pout before lying down next to him.

He pulled you closer and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “I still love you. If you’re willing to give our relationship another chance, I promise I’ll make you come so many times you’ll be begging me to stop,” he told you, earning a stupid little giggle from you. “You don’t believe me?”

You turned on your side to look at him. “It’s the opposite. I vividly remember that happening before. So another chance, huh? Let’s see if you can do it again, big boy,” you said with a laugh.

#call of duty #modern warfare #simon ghost riley #mw2 #simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #smut

[natailiatulls07]

Oh chérie

Charles Leclerc x reader

Summary - When Y/n suffers with her insomnia, Charles will always be there to help her

Warning -

A/n - Sorry this is so short :)

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3.23am It was the dead of night, everyone was asleep. No cars causing traffic, no tourist exploring the streets of Monte Carlo. The city is dead.

Apart from one person. Y/n was sat cradling a mug of tea whilst watching the silent streets down below. It had been almost three weeks since she had gotten a proper nights sleep.

She had been diagnosed with insomnia over two years ago, and she would get long periods of times where her sleep would be all over the place.

Charles knew of Y/n's insomnia and he tried his best to help her through it but stubbornly she kept her problems bottled. So that's why he was sound asleep and Y/n didn't wake him.

It was only when he reached out for her, that his subconcious mind clicked that she was no longer in bed. Stirring awake, it fully clicked in Charles' mind that Y/n was not there.

Slipping out from their plush covers, only dressed in some boxers, he made his way to the living room. That was where he saw the side lamp illuminating the living room and the tired girl beside it. "Oh chérie.."

He knew exactly what was going on, her insomnia. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry.." Her tired eyes look up at Charles' eye that held sympathy. He hated to see his Y/n so tired and he just wishes that she'd reach out to him for help.

"No no, how long have you been up?" It was always the first question, he'd try and figure out how much sleep she'd get.

"I think I woke up around quartre to three..been here ever since" In Charles' mind, he quickly calculated and coming to a conclusion that she had only slept for two and a half hours. Sympathy was clear on his face.

Nodding his head, he moved to pull her up from the couch. Picking up Y/n's now empty cup of tea from her hands and placing it beside the lamp.

Charles directed her back through to their shared bedroom. He pulled himself and Y/n down so that she could be laying on his chest. He reached for the tv remote, turning on the the tv directly opposite their bed.

If there was on thing that helped Y/n sleep was just listening to her playlist. It isn't like a playlist of peaceful music, no it's a playlist of regular music from taylor swift to childish gambino.

Pressing play on the music, he started to draw shapes along her back, just coaxing her into sleeping. "Thank you.." Charles could hear her quiet voice, she felt herself slowly falling into that deep slumber in his arms.

"It's okay, go to sleep now chérie...it's okay" They stayed like that for the rest of the night, Charles soon fell into that slumber as well.

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#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x y/n #formula one #formula one x reader #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one x y/n #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #carlos sainz #f1 2023 #formula 1 #sergio perez #ferrari #fernando alonso

[doudouma]

Heyo! I'd like to request a top three upper moon x s/o! Reader who is kind of mad at them and refuses to cuddle them (but ends up the one cuddling when they thought that they fell asleep- which they didn't.)

“wait, i thought you were sleeping?!”

upper3 reaction to you cuddling them but you’re angry! _______________________________________________

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you’re upset at the upper moon trio (separate), but you cuddle them when you thought they fell asleep〜

there are no warnings, my dear lotus.

↑ (reader spooning character, if you’re worried about that.)

reader is gender neutral.❀ 〜

a/n : for some reason, i couldn’t comprehend this request. after all, it was late at night〜apologies my lotus, this request is cute！

！anon, i want to apologize to you. right when i finished writing, i reread the request and realized i slightly misunderstood it, and i do not know how to fix it. i decided to post it anyways. m(_ _)m

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kokushibo

kokushibo.. your straight-forward silent lover…

he knows why you could potentially be upset, but doesn’t see the purpose of being upset about it.

you were upset at something that happened earlier, and tried to ask for a solution from your beloved〜

he gave you your answer, alright.. but he worded it in a way that might’ve made it seem like it was your fault on what happened.

he didn’t try to! he just tried to get you to realize where exactly it went wrong.

now… he’s just waiting in anticipation for your response.

but instead, you just sit there just trying to pinpoint what his goal in mind was. looking a more upset than before.

forgetting it all, you end up heading to bed, attempting to just relax.

drifting off to sleep (if you’re able to sleep), you suddenly remember that your lover didn’t join you to bed. will a small disagreement split the two of you up into separate rooms tonight?

your eyes quickly widen and see that kokushibo is there, but with his back facing you.

when did he even get in here?! it looks like he’s been here for a minute too. sneaky uppermoon one…

now that you’re relieved, you move closer to him, and place your arm around him to his heart♡

he slightly smiles, only smiles. eventually he tells you as he rest his eyes..

“i apologize for the way i initially communicated with you. we may talk this out tomorrow, with less misunderstandings, (name).”

douma

douma wouldn’t understand why you’re mad at him!

teasing is just his nature! no matter how harsh it is, to him, he’s only speaking out of love.

which he is, but.. he doesn’t consider that other people could find it offensive or annoying.

he’ll listen when you voice your opinion on his absurd way of showing love, but, it’ll only result in more teasing〜

eventually, you get too fed up with his cockiness and foul teasing to the point where you just go to bed! without him!

even while upset at your love, you do fairly want him by your side, even if he is being a little s- -

- -so like i said, he wouldn’t fully understand on why you’re upset, so he’s not giving you any personal space.

therefore, he ends up joining you in bed〜

in bed where it feels like forever, with the both of you facing opposite ways.

you silently look over, and to what it seems like he’s “sleeping”.

soon enough you flip over and spoon him, while a smirk appears on doumas face, as he places his hand on top of yours♡

somehow in a span of three seconds, now he’s spooning you, hugging you while saying,

“oh, my love! i knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for too long〜 oh how much i’ve missed you♡”

akaza

akaza is aware of where this all went wrong, but in his brain (if demons have one atp) he just tried to help.

today was just not the day for you.

maybe someone was being annoying, you lost a fight, woke up on the wrong side of the bed, who knows.

whatever happened, akaza was determined to fix it, because he only wants his lover to be happy!

but… you just wanted to be alone. sometimes alone time is all you need〜

but akaza kept bringing you things you like, kept staying near you, and kept asking if everything was alright♡

you accepted his kindness and offers, but you genuinely just wanted to be alone to recharge, but your lover being persistent as he is only made you feel more annoyed.

you expressed that, but he just kept following you like a lost puppy!

in due time, you end up vaguely telling off akaza for “pestering” you and how you just had a awful day.

he stands there, with a blanket and pillow in his hand, not saying a word as you walk off to bed… and he follows you.

he tucks both of you to bed, and you both lay there facing opposite ways.

you lay there, thinking over your day. you shortly realize that akaza was there for you even at your lowest, but you didn’t see it because you were already upset.

you turn around, and swiftly spoon the “sleeping” akaza, holding his hand〜

he lets out a little chuckle and caresses your hand to tell you,

“i’m sorry for ruining your day even further. but i’m glad to be here for you now. sometimes just a hug is all you need, my love.”

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besides me accidentally messing this up, the request was fun to write! i’m trying to dive into other fandoms and post more often. i look forward into having your support, my precious flowers.❀ 〜

#doudouma #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny douma #kny kokushibo #kny akaza #akaza #douma #kokushibo #kokushibo headcanons #douma headcanons #demon slayer akaza #demon slayer douma #demon slayer kokushibo #akaza x reader #akaza x you #douma x reader #douma x you #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo x you #upper moons #uppermoon one #uppermoon two #uppermoon three

[evelynsturn]

Forgive Me?

Parings: Matt Sturniolo x Fem!reader

Summary: Matt hasn’t been spending time with you for a few weeks and it was really starting to bother you

Warnings: cussing , a bit of angst , slight smut at the end , mentions of y/n ,

Your boyfriend is always on the game. Always. Normally you wouldn’t have a problem with it but its been becoming a routine for him. He’d leave during the day to go run errands or to film with his brothers and stay out for hours but once he comes back, he just turns on his computer and gets on the game with Chris and Nick.

It was fine at first since you knew how busy he was and didn’t really get time to himself but now its starting to bother you since Matt hasn’t been paying much attention to you. Yeah he’ll say good morning and go to sleep with you but by the time him and his brothers get off, you’re either extremely tired or already asleep and you were getting tired of him not acknowledging you and not giving you attention but you didn’t say anything since you didn’t want to come off as clingy.

You were laying on Matt’s silky brown sheets with his blanket wrapped around you as you scrolled on your phone and tried to distract yourself from how loud Matt’s screaming at his brothers on his mic was. Having to listen to Matt screaming everyday really did annoy the shit out of you so you always did something to keep you entertained and help drown out your boyfriends screaming, even if it was sitting on his bed reading or picking up the house a bit but no matter what you did, you were just getting more annoyed by the second.

You turned your phone off and leaned against his bedframe as you stared at the back of his head and his monitor, trying to fight the courage to say something, but Matt felt your stares and pulled his headset off one of his ears so he can hear you before he asked “you okay?” You didn’t reply to him.

You felt annoyed by him and a bit mad that this is how its been for the past two weeks. You just continued to stare at his head and stayed quiet.

“y/n?” He said and you didn’t answer again. He sighed and put his headset back over his ear before he turned his attention back to his game, not that he ever turned his attention to you in the first place.

You were a bit hurt that he couldn’t even look at you for even a second and just decided to lay back down before you pulled the blanket to your face and let a few tears fall out your eyes until eventually you fell asleep.

You woke up a sudden movement behind you and felt arms wrapped around your waist, you didn’t even need to turn around to know it was Matt. You tiredly pushed his arms away from your waist and scooted closer towards your side as you pulled the blanket over you.

“y/n?” You heard your boyfriend say in a bit of a tired voice. “hm.” you lazily hum. “whats wrong?” he asked, obviously sensing you were upset. “nothing.” you said flatly before Matt just sighed again. You thought was going to be the end of it but you suddenly felt his hand on your waist and before you could blink, you were pinned down against his mattress with his hands wrapped around your wrist with Matt towered over you.

“What the fuck Matt” you tried you move your wrist but he had a strong grip on them. “You’re not gonna go to sleep acting like a brat, so you can either tell me whats wrong or you’re not going to sleep at all” his tone was a bit harsh and a bit raspy because of how much he screamed at his brothers and his tone kind of scared you but him calling you a “brat” pissed you off.

“why do you want to start giving me attention now.?” you asked in a monotone as you stared up at him.

“What are you talking about?” He asked cluelessly and a bit annoyed since he’s tired.

“Matt. You haven’t given me attention in weeks because you’re too busy gaming. You haven’t even realized it bothered me until right now” you admitted in a tired tone. Matt went quiet for a minute as he started to realize he really hasn’t been showing you much affection recently.

He looked down at you for a minute before he let go of your wrists and flipped you guys over so he could rest you on top of him. You didn’t resist, you just allowed yourself to be held by Matt since you’ve wanted his attention for a while.

Matt ran his fingers through your hair as you buried your head in his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry ma. I didn’t realize it bothered you that much” he whispered in a gentle tone as he rested his chin on your head.

“of course it bothered me” you mumbled, not picking your head up from his chest.

“I know, please forgive me” he whispered again and gently rubbed your back. You hesitated for minute, unsure if you could forgive him but right as you were about to reply but you looked down and saw the imprint of his dick through his sweats and it gave you a idea.

You brushed your thigh against him and earned a small sigh from him. Your ears perked when you heard him and just continued to rub your thigh against him as you slightly picked up your head from his chest and watched his facial expressions while he groaned. He looked down at you with a slightly confused look and you gave him a slight smirk before you whispered “I don’t think im ready to forgive you yet…”

a/n: This is my first time writing and posting a fic so bare with me😭

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nate doe #matt sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo #the sturniolos #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo x reader

[yurislotusgarden]

Can't break the rule!

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 688

ʚїɞ Tw’s: Small mention of suicide because it's Dazai but otherwise just pure fluff, pet names used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ʚїɞ This was literally written from 5:30am to nearly 7am and only the ending was added in after I woke up, I want that kind of motivation all the time

Gorgeous.

That's one of the words running through Dazai's head while looking at the sleeping beauty that's currently laying down on his chest, peacefully asleep. He knew that you would surely disagree with his thoughts but he didn't particularly care.

He was also aware of how late he was at this point, and that Kunikida would call him any minute now. He would pick up since that would make it so easy to tease the younger man, but it would also cause the risk of waking you up, which he absolutely didn't want, so he shall settle for messages at most. Kunikida should appreciate that! Dazai would take a big part of the time he could spend looking at his darling’s pretty face to text him back!

And just as he thought, the phone’s screen lit up in the darker room, the curtains still down due to neither of you getting up from bed that day.

‘There it is.’ Dazai lazily reached over to where his phone was lying on the nightstand, before bringing it up to his face to look at the screen, his other hand on your head, fingers gently running through your hair. He let the call go on in silence, the phone being put on mute just after you fell asleep earlier.

‘Finally!’ He thought as the 3rd call in a row ended, and he didn't have to wait long for a text from his work partner to pop up on the top of his screen.

‘YOU GODDAMN WASTE OF BANDAGES!!!’

‘WHERE ARE YOU?! WHAT RIVER WAS IT THIS TIME’

‘I SWEAR I'M GONNA THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW THE MOMENT YOU STEP A FOOT INTO THE AGENCY’

It was exactly what the brunette expected to see. Right now, the blonde was expecting to be told that Dazai had taken another dive into a river or tried another ridiculous suicide attempt. Little did Kunikida know that the brunette did the exact opposite and stayed home.

‘It looks like I won’t be in today, I can't break the rule after all!’

‘Sorry not sorry Kunikida-kun!’

He probably should have written a message to Kunikida that he won't be in like he did with the president, but where would be the fun in that? He’s lucky that he doesn't take too many official days off.

‘What rule are you talking about, you idiot?’

Dazai could have left the conversation where it was at the moment and leave Kunikida to be confused, but he decided he could have more amusement from continuing it.

‘Oh?’

‘Does dear Kunikida not know the important rule? How surprising!’

‘Just spit it out! I already spent more time on you than I should've or planned!’

His darling always told him that he should spare Kunikida from time to time, but he never really listened to that one thing, didn't he?

‘Of course! I can't leave you in the dark about it after all!’

‘Is it really that important?’

‘You will realize just how important it is once you know the rule!’

No, he never listened, and probably never will. Riling Kunikida up is just too entertaining to pass up on.

‘The rule is: If something small and cute falls asleep on you, you shall not move less you want to wake the small thing up’

‘And it just so happened that my darling angel is asleep on me right now, not like a single man like you would know how important that is <3’

‘So no no Kunikida-kun! I can’t get up and go to work, otherwise, I could break the important rule that obviously applies to me as well and I don’t really wanna break it!’

‘Now bye bye!’

‘Wait what?’

‘Dazai?’

‘YOU BASTARD COME BACK HERE’

Dazai knew that his dear colleague would chew him out the next day once he appeared at work since it wasn’t like he would find him at the agency’s dorms that day, like usual at that point. But for now, he had to go back to his previous job, and that was staring at his angel’s face like he was before the blonde’s interruption.

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#this was genuinely one of the fastest works I did #love this sm tho #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #x reader #dazai x reader

[sgt-seabass]

𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔

✧˚ · . a collaboration between @navybrat817 and sgt-seabass

Is this the way it's got to be? Ignite the fire inside of me. Embrace the life of tragedy. A tide of war and broken dreams. (x)

pairing — bucky barnes x reader w/c — 6.3k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to —♫3 am walk

warnings — bucky barnes is a sweetheart, implied (consensual) smut, kidnapping, assault, violence against reader, mention of bodily injury, stabbing, knives, blood, bad guys being cunts, hydra exists, degradation, threat of non-con, whump, threat of violence against an animal (but the animal is not touched or harmed), death threats a/n — after months of brainstorming and writing together with Navy, this has finally been born. this piece is part of a larger AU we made together, so watch this space for more in the future.

Waking up next to Bucky was the easiest thing you ever did, because that was your happiest dream come true.

Even when his alarm blared before the sun had even considered rising, in the early hours when birds were still in their slumber, and the moon lit the bedroom with its ethereal glow, you would still give everything to wake up to the sleepy smile of your boyfriend.

You went to bed thinking of him as he ran his fingers down your back, helping ease you into a restful sleep, and you woke thinking of him as he tried to cover your eyes from his lit-up phone.

You both groaned, begging the stars for more time in bed. But as the incessant beeping filled the room, neither of you would get back to sleep soon.

Bucky was an Avenger. And that meant he had to go save the world. But that didn’t make it any easier when he had to leave for missions.

As Bucky leaned over to turn his phone off, you wrapped your arms around him, spooning him with your chin on his shoulder. “You could just stay home.”

Something in your gut was calling to you, warning you that he needed to stay home. It made you fearful. What if he got hurt?

In hindsight, it was you who needed the protection.

Bucky sighed, turning off the annoying buzzing of his phone. “You know I want to. But I can’t. Duty calls, sweetheart.”

God, you’d never get sick of the gravelly twinge to his voice in the mornings.

“Steve and Sam need backup,” he yawned, rolling over so he could cradle your head to his firm chest as he lay on his back, allowing you to smell the fading scent of his cologne.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine on their own,” you smiled, placing a kiss on his pec. Bucky’s habit of sleeping in only boxers always had you wanting to kiss him all over. Covering him in your affections was always tempting, even when he got shy, especially around his scarred shoulder.

“Baby, stop it,” Bucky almost whined, like a toddler tempted with treats. “Please don’t make this harder for me.”

“Sorry,” you placated, that nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach not easing as your eyes adjusted to the dark room.

Outside, you could hear the occasional car and pedestrian. But for the most part, Brooklyn was asleep. It was a peaceful silence between you, enjoying each other’s touch while it began drizzling rain outside.

“Well, it’s raining. Now you’ll just have to stay home.” You cheekily nipped at Bucky’s side before shuffling up to kiss his stubbled cheek.

“Is that so?” Bucky chuckled, eyes crinkling in your favourite show of joy.

“Mhm. No missions on rainy days,” you said matter-of-factly with a serious look on your face, a look you couldn’t hold when Bucky tickled your sides. You burst into giggles, gasping softly when Bucky rolled you under him so he towered over you, your body caged between his bulky arms.

“That’s too bad. I thought you were going to have a fun day with Natalia.” Bucky’s hair fell forward and covered some of his face. But there was no missing his twinkling blue eyes, reflecting the lights outside in his orbs. “Weren’t you going to have a girls movie night?”

“Yes, but I’d rather you join us.” Your hands ran up his sides, feeling rippled muscle until you reached his neck and jaw. His stubble pricked at your fingers as you cupped his face.

“I don’t want to be the third wheel. What are you ‘gonna watch?” As he spoke, Bucky began placing gentle kisses on your cheek that trailed down your collarbone.

“Cruel Intentions,” you muttered, revelling in the feeling of his plush lips against your skin.

“You’ve shown me that one,” Bucky murmured against your neck. “That’s the one with the lesbian kissing scene, right?”

You rolled your eyes with mock offence. “Of course that’s the bit you remember. And it’s not just any kissing scene. It’s the legendary kiss between Sarah Michelle Gellar and Selma Blair.”

Bucky pulled himself back up, raising his brows and trying, and failing, to hide his smirk. “Sorry, how could I forget.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Let me see if I remember correctly. It goes like this, right?”

Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest when Bucky’s lips met yours. Morning breath be damned; there was simply nothing better than kissing Bucky Barnes.

He licked across your bottom lip before you opened your mouth to let him in. “Bucky…” You moaned, your tongues sliding together like a choreographed ballroom dance.

Your hands held his scruffy jaw while his hands, one cold and one warm, held your waist. You could always tell when he was getting aroused by the way he’d lose some motor control of his silver arm, the hand twitching and metal plates shifting.

In hindsight, you’d miss the way he’d hold you the most.

Bucky slowly pulled away, his metal hand rising so his thumb could brush over your spittle-smeared lips. “Something like that, right?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out before taking the digit into your mouth.

Even though he couldn’t feel it, you could see how Bucky’s pupils dilated as he watched you suck.

His metal arm had been used for so much evil. But you always wanted to remind him of who he was. Your lover, your best friend. Your everything. Just like you were to him.

You weren’t afraid, and you embraced every part of him. While many cowered away from the man with the metal arm, you gravitated towards him, as if your heart was connected to him with impenetrable strings of fate.

“God, I love you.” Bucky’s metal hand cupped your cheek, his breath hitching for a moment as he gazed at you, as if so full of emotion his words were caught in his throat.

You placed your palm over his hand, snuggling into the cold metal like it was a warm hug. “I love you too, Bucky baby.”

An embarrassed flush spread over Bucky’s cheeks as it always did when you spoke to him sweetly. He might have been a soldier, but he was still a soft romantic at heart.

With the pitter-patter of rain against the window, the room no more than illuminated shadows, you were entirely enraptured by Bucky. You both stayed silent, just soaking in the moment as sparks flew. Even though you’d been together for two years, the chemistry was still like the first day you met. The first time you kissed. The first day you fucked.

The world around you was dark, yet you weren’t scared because Bucky was there.

The languid movement of Bucky’s lips to yours was tender, a familiar movement that he’d done so many times before. Feathery light, yet full of heat, he brushed his lips over yours. “I wish you could come with me.”

“I could stay in the jet.” You offered with sincerity. But that part of Bucky’s world wasn’t for you, you both knew that. You were no agent, a mere civilian with a super soldier boyfriend. But something told you that’s what drew Bucky to you, your normalcy. You gave him a chance at a life that had been stolen from him for so many years.

“I wouldn’t forgive myself if you got hurt. You’re safer here.”

In hindsight, he was very wrong.

Bucky captured your lips again, caressing and lingering in a way that had your heart fluttering and cheeks burning.

You tangled your hands into his locks, deepening the kiss. If he was going, you needed every moment you could get.

Bucky gripped your chin with his flesh hand, opening your mouth for him.

The sweetness turned sultry, and before long, Bucky was grinding himself against your pyjama-covered core.

Words couldn’t describe the desire that was awash in the room. Two lovers revelling in a happiness that was so rare, as if a million I love you’s were condensed into a single moment. No poet could describe this connection or the way it made you feel.

With Bucky’s embrace, you were home.

Bucky slowly trailed kisses down your neck, chest and stomach until he reached your pulsing pussy.

“I better tire you out before I go.” He smirked, cheeky as ever.

And tire you out, he did.

It wasn’t about his pleasure in that moment. He solely focused on you.

The way he moved his tongue, the way he pulled you apart, it was damn near artistic.

Steve may have been a painter, but Bucky was an artist in the act of love.

In hindsight, you should have cherished this moment more. Because it was the last happiness you would feel for some time.

The unease in your stomach began to grow in intensity as time passed, and by the time Bucky pulled himself away to get ready and leave, there were unexplainable chills wracking through you.

Bucky had done a thousand missions in your time together and had come home safe each time. Steve knew you’d likely kill him if something happened to Bucky. So why was this time different?

It was like your soul was trying to reach out and tell you something. But it must have been speaking another language, because you didn’t understand what was wrong.

You made the most of your fleeting time with Bucky before he left. He changed into his workout gear so he could kit up at the compound where most of the Avengers still resided, and Bucky had once lived. He didn’t leave many weapons in the home; you preferred it that way. The only one you knew of was the knife hidden under the couch, but you were sure there were other blades around.

Bucky had never told you why he didn’t live at the compound anymore, but Nat had hinted at tension between Bucky and Tony. You’d found it odd, given that Tony had been friendly to you each time you’d visited the compound.

But it wasn’t your business and didn’t matter to you anyway. You were content living with Bucky in your cosy apartment. There was more than enough space for both you and your fur child Alpine, plus a second bedroom for when Steve stayed over.

You snuggled into the duvet when Bucky left to make you a cup of tea before he headed off, and seeing as there was now a free spot, Alpine entered from the main area and took her chance to cosy up next to you. You pet the long-haired white cat as you waited, listening to her soft purrs to help ground you.

And when Bucky returned, you felt rather teary, your vision blurring as your emotions almost got the better of you. “Stay safe, please.”

Bucky set your earl grey down on the coaster on your bedside table before his concerned gaze turned to you. “I’ll be just fine. I’ll have my phone on me the whole time.”

“Is the mission dangerous?” You couldn’t help but ask. But you always got the same answer.

“I can’t talk about it, baby. But I’ll be okay. I promise,” Bucky reassured you with a kiss on your forehead. “You and Alpine better hold down the fort for me, okay?”

“Yeah. We’re going to get up to lots of mischief,” you smiled the best you could, holding Bucky’s hand.

“That’s my girls.” Bucky gave Alpine a little scratch under her chin before doing the same to you. “I’ll be back before you know it. Now get some more sleep, soldier’s orders.”

“Yes, sergeant,” you mock saluted before Bucky kissed you and pulled away.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky called from the doorway, as if taking his chance to imprint the sight of you into his mind.

In hindsight, he should have looked a lot longer.

“I love you too,” you gave Bucky a little wave. Alpine meowed in her own show of affection.

And like that, he was gone; The final sound from him was the closing of the front door behind him.

You turned the television on for some white noise while you sipped at your tea before you did as you were told, allowing the talking of some trash reality show to become background noise as you fell back asleep. As you dozed off, you couldn’t help but notice one side of the bed a lot colder than when you first had awoken.

For the second time that day, you woke up. This time, the sunlight beamed through the open curtains, since Bucky loved being woken by the sun warming his skin. He hated being cold.

Next to you lay a napping Alpine, her fluffy body rising and falling slowly with each deep breath. You placed a hand on her side, smiling at the little yip that came from her in surprise. She rolled onto her back, deep blue eyes watching you as you gaily scritched her belly.

She took the chance to latch onto your hand, playfully holding onto your wrist while her feet kicked and teeth ran across your skin.

“Hey, silly goose. Let me go.” Your chastisement was light and playful. While you’d prefer waking up next to Bucky, Alpine was a good replacement on the lonely days. She was your family, just like Bucky.

When Alpine rolled back over with a tired huff, you decided to leave her to slumber. As much as you wanted to annoy her more, you didn’t want to push your luck and end up with a pissed off kitty. She was moody, just like her dad.

You slinked out of bed, taking a moment to stretch when your feet hit the cold floorboards. With a yawn, you looked around the room. You should really get a rug, but Bucky liked lying on the floors when he found the bed too soft. On those nights, you’d join him, even if it left your back stiff and sore.

Padded steps took you to the kitchen, your body on autopilot as you got Alpine’s food ready for when she got up. It was the same routine as every morning. Feed the cat, shower, and check your emails for new commissions.

In hindsight, you should have been paying more attention.

You hummed as you made your way to the bathroom, connecting your phone to the Bluetooth speakers so you could play some music while you tried to relax. Your mind would run without the interruption of songs. And you didn’t want to start thinking about work before you’d had a chance to breathe.

In hindsight, you shouldn’t have put the music so loud.

It was a luxury working from home, getting to pick your own hours. You had felt a little guilty when Bucky first proposed the idea of you quitting your crappy retail job to follow your dream of graphic design, as he could bare the brunt of the expenses.

But now you were flourishing; you were just grateful for his support. There were peaks and troughs like any job, but your heart was content sitting in your shared apartment, designing things that made the world a brighter place.

You turned the shower on, bopping along to your music as you shed yourself of your pyjamas and got into the tiled shower. You could have a bath, but you preferred to save those moments for when Bucky could join you.

The hot water made you hiss at first before your body acclimatised, skin heating up as the stream washed over you.

You faced the wall, resting your head on the tile as the spray rushed down your back.

In hindsight, you should have turned around.

The consequence of your various decisions throughout the morning came to a startling precipice.

With no idea of your surroundings, you were surprised when someone looped their arms under your armpits and over your shoulders, hauling you backwards.

You didn’t even scream for a moment, your brain unable to catch up before the adrenaline kicked in full force.

The assailant didn’t speak, which almost made it worse, as he started to walk backwards with your back to his chest, arms locked over your front. More than ever, you really wished you’d taken Bucky up on those self-defence classes.

“Thanks, Buck. But I’ll never use them.”

“I just want to keep you safe.”

“I am safe. My boyfriend is an Avenger, remember?”

Fight or flight kicked in, and your screaming started. You kicked your feet up and planted your soles on the cold tiled wall. With all your strength, you pushed back like a springboard, sending you and your attacker hurtling backwards.

He let go as he fell, and while he fell through one glass pane of the shower, you fell through another. The force had the glass shattering, sending thousands of shards all over the room.

You scrunched your eyes closed, wailing when you stepped in the broken glass, pain shooting through you when the shards buried themselves into the soles of your feet. But a second attacker caught you before your body hit the sharp ground. The piercing pain in your feet barely registered with how your body buzzed. Blood began to cover the floor, your essence coating the tiles a sickly red.

Your eyes shot open to see who caught you. A dirty blonde with a youthful grin. The man who had grabbed you first, another blonde with bright blue eyes and a scowl, had caught himself against the double sink.

Time froze for a moment when you looked at the door. There was another man with dark brown hair and an ominous expression, his features dark like his intent. Three men. You had no idea if more waited outside the door, but anything would be better than being stuck in this room.

“Nice catch, Damien,” the dark-haired man grinned.

“Yeah, no problem, Mads,” the man holding you spoke, chuckling like he wasn’t holding a hostage in his grip. “Not like Kage was any help.”

With them distracted, you bolted for the bathroom door, ignoring the way your feet tore with each step.

“Maddox! Grab her!” The man against the counter, Kage, yelled. Pushing himself off the marble to follow you.

You managed to duck under Maddox’s arms and stumbled into the kitchen. Your blood was already pooling on the ground with each step you took, like red footprints in the snow.

A meow caught your attention; Alpine stood in the bedroom doorway, her tail straight and her ears back against her head, the anxiety clear.

“Alpine! Hide under the bed,” you hissed, knowing you only had seconds before the unknown men came after you. If you were to die, there was no way you’d let them get Alpine too. Alpine stared at you momentarily, but as the tears welled in your eyes, she rushed off, perhaps understanding the weight of your command. This wasn’t belly scratches and joking around anymore.

You rushed for the knife block on the kitchen counter, but a hand on the back of your neck stopped you before you could reach it. “Nice try, bitch.”

Maddox gripped your neck and shoulders before he threw you over the kitchen counter, sending you rolling over and onto the bar stools that sat neatly on the other side. You tumbled to the ground, groaning instantly at the pain of the wood hitting you from multiple angles during your descent.

The trajectory sent you towards the dining table, and with Kage and Damien coming in close, you shot up and grabbed one of the dining chairs. You held it out like a weapon, with the legs facing outwards. Your breaths came out in short pants as tears trickled down your cheeks, while a shard of wood from the stool stuck out of your side. “What do you want? I don’t have any money, please.”

“Are you dumb enough to think we’re here for money?” Damien goaded, slowly closing in the distance between you two.

Maddox jumped the counter and landed behind you, boxing you in. With a scream, you threw the chair at Damien and attempted to flee under the dining table.

You squealed when Maddox grabbed your ankle, his grip harsh. You turned to look back at him, before you kicked him in the face with your free leg. He groaned in pain, and you didn’t check to see how bad you’d hurt him before you crawled out to the other side of the table.

Kage had been waiting for you, and when you reached him, he dealt a sharp kick to your side. The pain winded you, your mouth ajar with a shocked gasp before he kicked your ribs again.

You rolled onto your back, watching as Kage considered you from above. The way he looked at you – the malice. They were going to kill you. A woman could always sense the imposing threat that men had, for it was simply the female experience to be at the mercy of those who wanted to harm you.

You should have stopped Bucky from going – should have trusted your gut. Although, if these men wanted you dead, then there would only have been so much Bucky could do. He was a victim as much as you in the world of unfairness. A man out of time. A man who just wanted a semblance of normalcy.

It was mournful that his one good thing was becoming marred with the violence he had become so used to.

“I don’t want to die,” you wept under the man, pulling the wooden stake from your side with a cry of pain. "Please."

Turning over, you dragged your bloodied body towards your desk. The same desk you spent most of your days on. Your computer and sketchbooks were filled with hopes and dreams, colour and beautiful chaos.

Your ichor-covered hand grabbed onto the side, using it like a crutch to stand up. You couldn’t stop fighting. If you were going to perish, you’d go out swinging.

“You’re still trying? It’s pathetic. You can barely stand,” Kage growled as Damien and Maddox began wreaking havoc behind him. They were smashing and destroying everything in sight, demolishing the world you and Bucky had built with love and a cherishing touch.

“F.. Fuck you,” you weakly spat, legs burning with the need to sit down.

Kage snapped, grabbing you and dragging you across the desk. Your computer smashed onto the ground, along with all your notebooks and stationery. He threw you down on top of the mangled computer, allowing the glass of your screen to stick into your back. In a way, it wasn’t a new sensation anymore. The sharp piercing of your feet had dulled your body to the point where the new pain was no more than a sudden spike that turned into a dull ache.

“You think you’re special? You’re nothing. Not even worth expending energy on.” Kage left your side, and your sightline moved to the couch.

Bucky kept a knife under it.

Trying to not show your intention, you used your arms to pull yourself along the hardwoods towards the couch, while Maddox closed in and kept tapping your bare ass with the toe of his boot.

“I wonder what he likes about you,” Maddox considered. “Are you that good a fuck? Do you cook him meals just like the old days, huh? ‘Cause to me, you just seem like a puny helpless girl. There’s no fun in killing someone who might as well be already dead.”

His taunts made your blood boil, and when you reached the corner of the couch, you turned onto your back, facing the assailant. “Go fuck yourself. You don’t know anything.”

“Ah, see there’s a little fire. I like it when they fight back.” Maddox dropped to his knees, one on either side of your thighs so you were boxed in. “I want to watch the light drain from your eyes, see all that hope just whittle away to nothing. Because, like Kage said, you are nothing.”

He moved in closer, to the point where you could smell the stale whisky on his breath. “I wonder what body part your boyfriend will find first. Maybe I’ll put your head under the bed with your fucking cat. What do you think? Are you ready to die?”

You let out an almighty scream when you reached and grabbed the knife, pulling it out and slashing Maddox across the arm before he could react.

He was a lot faster than you, however, and the moment you got a hit in on him he jumped back, eyes turning a lot darker. “Oh, you’re fucking stupid.” He growled, before he quickly overpowered you.

In a struggle, you screamed and thrashed, but by bearing his weight onto you, Maddox could manoeuvre you. He picked you up, before slamming you back down onto the hardwood floors. Your head snapped back from the force, whacking against the ground with a loud crack. 

Everything went black for a moment, and by the time your vision came back, Maddox was squatting over you with the sole of his boot stepping on your wrist, the knife still in your grip.

“You really don’t know when to stop, huh? Can’t you see you’re going to lose no matter what you do?” Maddox’s boot pressed harder, and your wrist creaked uncomfortably under the pressure.

You let go of the knife just before your bones would reach the point of snapping, the metal clattering to the ground. Despite the tears in your eyes and the fear in your heart, you were thankful for the life you had. If this were to be the end of your existence, you were okay with that. Bucky had given you a life worth of love in the short two years you’d known him. 

As you watched the sharp eyes of the man above you, you thought of Bucky. You hoped this loss would not destroy him. The life you had experienced together would not change; those happy memories of laughter and smiles still there. You hoped he would not cry for you, but feel a blossoming love at the thought of you. Death wouldn’t have you becoming a ghost of a forgotten past, but a memory to be cherished in Bucky’s future. And you would be waiting for him on the other side, should he be expecting to see you there after his inevitable demise. You would be just around the corner, waiting like nothing had ever been lost. These men could try and take your body, but they would not take your soul. That belonged to the man thousands of miles away saving the world. “I’m not going to lose. I’ve already won.”

“Yeah? Does this feel like winning?” Maddox sneered before he picked up the blade and plunged the knife into your shoulder, the white-hot pain splintering through you like the broken glass of your shower. Your mouth opened into a silent, broken scream, the anguish unlike anything you’d felt before.

This was just a fraction of what Bucky had felt in his lifetime, yet this felt like the whole world was collapsing in on you, your body broken. Perhaps these men were right - maybe you were weak. Because the knife in your shoulder was enough to break you. Would Bucky be disappointed? Would he expect you to have put up more of a fight? The logical response would be no. But the blade slicing through your muscles made it hard to think straight.

Maddox slapped your cheek and twisted the blade. “I asked you a question, little bitch. Does this feel like you’re winning?”

Your choked cries painfully shook your shoulders, and despite it all, you nodded. “Yes. I’ve already won and you can’t take that from me.”

“Stupid fucking whore, listen to this slut. She really thinks she’s worth something.” Damien called out from behind Maddox, looking at you from over his shoulder. Kage joined the commotion, gazing at the knife lodged in your shoulder.

Without compassion, Maddox ripped the knife from your shoulder, your palms raising to try to press on the open wound. There was no reprieve with these men, however. Maddox grabbed your shoulders, ignoring your yelps and wails while he threw you over the back of the couch.

Your front dropped onto the sofa, while your ass stuck in the air on the stiff back of the couch. The fear that roiled inside you turned tenfold as Kage came up behind you, pressing on your lower back so your hips pressed painfully into the couch frame. Damien and Maddox came around your front, their crotches scarily close to your face.

“You know what we can take from you, though? Your dignity.” Kage’s hands moved from your back to the globes of your ass. “I could fuck you right here, and there’s nothing you could do about it.”

If the humiliation of being naked wasn’t enough, having the intruders touch you like this was an indignity that would change you forever. A small part of your golden soul blackened, and you didn’t know if it could ever be saved.

Damien gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at the two men. “And we could fuck that mouth of yours. Maybe even pull a few teeth if you dared fight.”

“I bet you’d love it. After all, you have to be all kinds of fucked up to fuck the Winter Soldier,” Kage said as his fingers moved to feel across your thighs.

“Don’t you dare speak about him like that. He’s more of a man than you three put together.” The mere mention of Bucky had your anger returning. You let out a huffed breath before you used the last of your depleting strength to lift your legs and kick Kage in the stomach. He didn’t move, body like a stone statue, but the movement pushed you over the couch and onto the living room floor. The plushness of the cushions did little to soften your fall, a whimpered breath coming from your tired body.

You were just so tired. The more blood you lost, the harder it was to keep going. As your ichor stained the rug below you, you glanced to the blackened television.

“Bucky, what are you doing on the floor? And is that all the stuff from the bed?”

“We’re having a pillow fort movie night. The popcorn is in the microwave.”

“It’s going to be a pain to put the bed back together, you know.”

“Then we’ll just have to sleep here. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can break it in. It’s one new surface I haven’t fucked you on yet.”

No. You couldn’t give up. You owed Bucky your best fight. You had no doubt he would do the same for you.

The assailants closed in again, the same dark-haired asshole taunting you with his menacing grin.

“Fuck you,” you spat, seeing red when he tried to grab you.

Most of the punches you threw didn’t land, but it didn’t matter to you. Your arms were a blur as you screamed and unleashed all the fury you had.

But they just laughed at your efforts. The blood loss had clearly taken full effect with the way you moved slower than you intended, your arms weakening quickly.

“Nice try, toy.” Maddox picked you up by the shoulders before throwing you into the wooden coffee table.

The thin tabletop cracked and fractured instantly, wood splintering around the dent your body left.

The pain had become immaterial, the agony reducing from a boil to a simmer as your ability to feel lessened to the point where nothing was at all. Perhaps it was your body protecting your psyche, or you were dying. Either way, it left you feeling somewhat euphoric.

"She still fighting?"

"Let her be. She isn't going anywhere."

"Dumb bitch thought she stood a chance."

Your dazed state had the men leaving you to finish trashing the house. With no immediate threat, you made your last-ditch attempt. You had to let Bucky know who killed you. You knew it would kill him to not know who attacked you.

Numbed, you took another look at the men. There was nothing too unusual about them, just their distinctive hair colours, eye colours and the symbol they all bore. You hadn’t noticed it at first, but now with your chance to inspect them, you sighted a circular insignia on the front of their black hoodies. A green… octopus?

When Damien threw a plate at you that shattered against your forearm when you raised it to defend yourself, your thoughts were cut off. The porcelain dropped around you, and you picked up one of the pieces. On it was a little drawing of a cat. You and Bucky had done a pottery art class and came home with a few plates. You picked up a second piece, a sob bubbling from your throat when you looked at the two fragments together. A little Alpine that you had drawn, and a little bird that Bucky had drawn with red wings.

You let the remnants of the plate drop to the ground, the once beautiful creation covered with your blood. They really were destroying everything. As Damien continued to vandalise the kitchen, Maddox and Damien tore apart your boxes of photos.

Even with the horror of having your life stripped away, you struggled to look away. You saw the green octopus again, and something in the back of your mind was trying to get out – to tell you what it meant.

The emblem was so familiar, and you turned onto your stomach as you thought. Pulling yourself to a free patch of hardwood flooring, you began writing out the word ‘blonde’ with your blood, trying to give Bucky anything you could.

Kage stopped you after the first word, and it was like there was cotton wool in your ears as he pulled your hand back. You assumed he said something to chastise you, but you didn’t register it.

You could see his expression, though. He was enjoying himself, laughing with his partners as he took your arms and dragged you on your back towards the front door.

When you looked up, you saw his hoodie closer, and that’s when it clicked. Hydra? But Hydra was red? And from what you heard on the news after the Triskelion incident, they were some power-crazed terrorist organisation bent on absolute control. What were they doing in your apartment? And why did they hate Bucky so much?

Bucky hadn’t told you much about his past, and part of you understood. You could tell by the vulnerable look in his eye that he was scared you’d leave him every time the Winter Soldier was brought up, which was rare.

All you knew was that he was under control as the Winter Soldier, and did some horrible things. But you never pressed, and you didn’t need to. You knew enough to know Bucky was a victim, and that was enough.

Good people like Sam and Natasha wouldn’t have continued to stand by him if Bucky was anything more than an innocent, manipulated prisoner of war. Steve would stand with Bucky regardless, but you didn’t blame him for that. Some relationships simply went further than right or wrong, innocent or guilty. Steve would stand by Bucky through thick and thin, just like you would.

But that didn’t explain why these men were here and tormenting you. This was more than just an attack – it was complete and utter destruction. The apartment was in ruins, completely desecrated.

Kage dragged and dumped your body against the entry wall, amongst the torn photos of you and Bucky. Your gaze turned to one where you were both smiling, huddling in close. It was taken on Steve’s birthday. You’d all thrown him a surprise party in the compound. You remember because Bucky had you both wear a comically bad Captain America t-shirt to tease him.

The photo, while tattered, was a reminder. While this moment was pure suffering, life was also full of moments that had your heart full of love. Life wasn’t always full of pain, and this torture was but a brief snapshot in the greater picture of your life.

Now, your heart hurt because you’d experienced such great love you knew what it was like to feel the loss. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you mourned what could have been. You should be experiencing many more birthdays and silly t-shirts, but it seemed that wasn’t what fate had planned for you.

The cries you let out were stricken with grief, and for the first time, the men went silent and just looked at you as if you were human, not just a toy for their enjoyment.

“Talk about a mood killer,” Damien sniggered, but Kage quickly raised his hand.

“Enough. Time to put her out of her misery.”

Your blood turned icy cold, dread settling in your stomach as you whimpered, too drained to run. “Please, don’t. Just leave me. I won’t tell anyone.” A blatant lie, but you had to try. You’d seen their faces, and that alone sealed your fate. "I don't want to die," you said more to yourself than to them.

“Pretty pictures. Too bad they’re a bit stained.” Maddox mocked as he picked up one of the discarded photo albums. It was the heaviest one, full of memories that were now soaked with your blood.

Maddox handed the album to Kage, unbothered by the drips of red that hit the floor. 

They all stood before you as Kage flipped through the pages, his features hardened. “He’s so happy. Let’s see if the monster smiles now.”

Kage slammed the book closed, sealing your fate between his hands. That part of your life was ending, and these three were writing your future.

There was no point pleading with them, and you were too devoid of energy to do more than sit with shallow breaths, awaiting your death.

But one last ounce of adrenaline coursed through your veins as you tried to keep your eyes open. "His name is Bu-"

Kage raised the photo album before slamming it down on your head. It knocked you out instantly, the world going black as your body toppled to the side.

But the reaper didn’t come. Your heart continued beating, lungs filling with air.

Your suffering was due to continue. This wasn’t the end.

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[prentisssgf]

| snow day

| criminal minds

| emily prentiss x reader

| fluff

| 1362 words

| a/n can we just pretend that emily has never seen snow PLEASE, also I hate this so badly but I want to finish it lol

It was common knowledge that Emily Prentiss traveled a lot, she used to say that she had been everywhere in the world and you thought that she was just being dramatic until she showed you all the pictures.

One night a girls night Emily confessed to you, even though she had been around the world she had never seen snow, you figured that she was lying but when she explained to you that every time she went around the world in winter hoping to see the snow it just didn't happen, she drunkenly told you that when she was younger she used to put a channel on the tv where it was just snow to "get the full experience" but when she woke up she was adamant that she didn't tell you that.

Now here you were, 7 years later with your 3 year old Amelia.

You had been married to Emily for 5 years and you loved her so much, you decided to try IVF 4 years ago and thankfully you were lucky and your daughter Amelia was born.

"Mommy" you were woken up a little brunette running up to your bed, around 2am, sometimes you would look at her and you couldn't wrap your head around how similar Amelia and Emily looked, you sat up in your bed and you looked over at your sleeping wife, you pulled her up and sat her on your lap "scared" Amelia grabbed your face to squish your cheeks to make sure that you were really listening to her, something she picked up from you but you would never admit it.

"Baby" you cooed, rocking her trying to make her go to sleep again "what was the nightmare about, do you remember?"

"You and mama" her eyes filled with tears "a bad guy said that you and mama didn't like me anymore" her body shook from sobs.

"Oh honey" you kissed her head a couple of times, your voice shook with sobs too at her confession "nothing you could ever do would make me or mama hate not like you anymore, you'll always be our number 1 girl okay Amy?" you felt Amelia's head nod on your chest "we love you so so much and please baby that man is not real, you have to believe us" you smiled "do you want to stay here with us or are you ready to go back in your grown up girl bed?" you chuckled slightly.

"Can I stay here until I fall asleep?" she looked up at you with a pout, something she also inherited from you.

"Of course you can sweetheart" you squeezed her before settling her in between you and Emily.

"Em" you tapped your wife until she woke up and turned around to you, "Amy's here with us, she had that same nightmare again"

"Oh about that man saying that we hate her?" Emily ducked her head as you nodded, she bent down to kiss Amelia on her head and then your lips before swiping the hair out of your daughter's face.

"Yeah" you sighed running your finger down her arm absentmindedly.

"Hey" Emily's voice made you look at her "she's going to be okay you know?" Emily smiled.

"I know, I'm just worried for her, should she be having this many nightmares at this age?" you had to hold back a sob.

"No" Emily agreed "but not everyone's mothers are feds" Emily tried to sympathise.

"She'll be fine, right?" you worried.

"If she's anything like her mommy, she'll be great" Emily smiled gently.

You smiled back "I love you”

"I love you" Emily smiled.

"Should we take her back?"' Emily spoke softly after a few minutes.

"Probably but she's not gonna want to come in and sleep in our bed when she's older" you pouted.

"Okay, just a few minutes then"

You nodded in agreement and then yawned, Emily kissed the top of your head as a goodnight before you fell asleep.

"I'm going to take her back alright?" Emily spoke up around half an hour later.

At this point you were fully asleep so you just unconsciously said okay which made Emily laugh.

She came back 5 minutes later and scooted really close to you "Goodnight baby" she kissed your forehead.

"G'night Milly" you smiled in your sleep and wrapped your hand around Emily's waist.

☆

"Mommy mommy mommy" Amelia came running in your room around 8am, causing you and Emily sitting up quickly.

"Amy" you tiredly groaned "you know you're only supposed to wake us up in case of emergencies"

"Like fire or if it's snowing" Emily added jokingly.

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah snow snow snowwwwww" Amelia shouted excitedly, tapping her feet, doing a very cute happy dance.

"Snow?" you shot her a confused glance and then you and Emily looked at each other.

"Mommy mama look outside" she pointed to the window.

You picked Amelia up and you and Emily walked to the window.

"No way, this is beautiful" Emily gawked.

"You're more beautiful" you whispered.

Emily turned around and kissed you again.

"Me and mama and mommy go outside and play?" her eyes went wide in amusement.

"Absolutely, I've packed the snow stuff away so you can stay here with mama and I'll get your things, okay?" you smiled as you placed her on the bed.

"Hey honey?" Emily called you over.

"Yeah what's up?" you smiled.

"Is it gonna be.. you know.. like safe?" Emily worried.

"Oh yeah should be fine the snow isn't that high and we'll go out with her and watch her like a hawk" you laughed.

"Snow's not dangerous right, like isn't it supposed to be icy? what if Amy falls on it and-"

"Milly breathe" you took her hands in yours "Snow is not dangerous, I promise you" you grabbed her cheeks and kissed her forehead "She's gonna be fine, I'll get her snow stuff, and I'll get yours"

You came back to see Emily with Amy in her arms, they were both too focused on watching the snow to see you had came back, you snuck a photo of them before listening to their conversation

"It's so beautiful mama" Amelia smiled with her arms around Emily's neck.

"Mhmm" Emily agreed "but you are even more beautiful" Emily smiled as Amy laughed.

You smiled gently before Amelia noticed you and called you over.

"Look at this" she whispered

"Wow" you shot back as you kissed her head and wrapped your hand around Emily's shoulder "I think that we should make snow angels"

☆

"Alright you guys look beautiful" you smiled as you took a photo of Emily and Amelia together in the snow.

"Hah" Emily grimaced through nerves.

"You having fun Amy?" you asked your daughter who was now making snow angels.

"YES" she squealed which made you and Emily laugh.

"You having fun Em?" you asked your wife who just nodded, you could tell she was extremely nervous and you didn't want to embarrass her so you just left it for a while.

"Snow angels" Amelia exclaimed before dramatically falling into the snow.

You laughed before doing the same thing.

The rest of the day was spent making snow angels and snowmen whilst you all had a snowball fight.

☆

"How are my favourite girls doing?" you asked handing over hot cocoa to Emily and apple juice to Amelia after you gave Amelia a bath and changed her into warm pajamas, you and Emily decided to bathe too, taking turns to watch Amy.

You saw them wrapped up in a blanket with two blankets underneath, you walked over to them, kissing Amy's head and Emily's lips when you pulled Amy up you sat her on your lap, spending the rest of the night watching Christmas films until Amy fell asleep.

☆

"How was that?" you asked Emily running a finger down her arm.

"Good, less dangerous then I thought it was going to be" you both laughed.

"It was the best, I loved it and I love you and Amy" she grinned as she kissed you.

"I love you and Amy so much" you smiled into the kiss, soon enough you both fell asleep thankful.

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[icallhimjoey]

hello this is your fave i don’t read rpf girlie sliding into the ask box to tell you i simply cannot take another week of imagining what’s gonna happen next! i’m not begging but i’m also not not begging…

i GOTCHU i gotchu ❤️ Wordcount: 3.3K

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Double Or Nothing

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

You woke up before your alarm and took a peek through a squinty eye, only to be met by Joe’s back. He’d pushed the covers way down which meant you got an eyeful of soft skin, but it was sort of okay, because Joe was as far away from you as was possible in your bed. You sighed, contentedly.

Good. This was good. You’d slept in bed together like two friends would. Like cousins would. Hell, like a brother and a sister would. Shared a large mattress and a duvet set, but didn’t let your bodies meet in the night.

Glad you didn’t wake up in an awkward position together, you tugged the covers closer, covering Joe up a bit more as you did. That wasn’t the goal, you just wanted to tuck yourself in a bit more, get two fistfuls of duvet under your chin, but it woke him up.

You could see Joe’s muscles move in his back as he started to roll over, and laying face to face with him was too close. You were absolutely not going to do that, and you could absolutely use morning breath as an excuse if you needed to.

So, as Joe turned over onto his other side, you rolled over onto your stomach, facing away from Joe. There. That felt way safer, and it gave you a chance to check your phone – forty minutes ‘til your first alarm.

Fantastic. It was stupidly easy to fall back asleep with the knowledge that your morning would probably be very normal. Or, you know, as normal and casual as you could pretend all of this was, anyway.

Forty minutes of blissful sleep later, your alarm blared, but you barely even heard it. It was a faraway thing, and you could ignore it for a little while. You always did, because you were a ten out of ten snoozer and had conveniently forgotten to tell Joe that you usually spent about half an hour of each morning listening to an alarm that went off every couple of seconds.

Joe, on the other hand, fucking hated snoozing, and the second your phone had sprung to life with the generic Radar ringtone, he jolted awake. Groaned like he hated being alive. Murmured something about you needing to shut it off.

Which you didn’t.

Expert snoozer. Slept through your alarm on the daily, until somehow your body registered that it’d was the 14th time it went and now you actually did need to get up.

After three seconds of you very clearly not moving to turn off your alarm, Joe took matters into his own hands. Moved and reached over you with a tired arm that patted until he found the source of noise.

He successfully turned off the alarm, and immediately relaxed when silence fell.

And for a second, that made sense. The body stretched out over your back, the face that pressed into your bare shoulder blade with just a thin strap of fabric in between. The relief of sudden silence made sense, but you expected for him to roll off. To tuck his arm back in and sink back into the mattress right next to you.

But he didn’t.

And, um... this wasn’t how cousins slept in beds together.

Joe stayed put, and he felt heavy on your back. Had your arm pinned down in a weird way that made you groan a little when you tried moving it.

Joe just groaned in return, voice lower than you’d ever heard it, and then he shifted enough for you to move your arm upwards to sneak under your pillow.

It only took a minute for your alarm to go again, and from on top of you, you could feel Joe grunt as he reached for it again. Made you tense up your stomach in a soft sleepy chuckle. Joe messed with your phone for a second before putting it back down.

Surely now Joe was going to scoot back over to his spot in the bed. Move his heavy head off of the space between your shoulder blades just below the nape of your neck.

He didn’t.

Instead, he nuzzled into your skin a little. Inhaled deeply before letting out a soft sigh.

“Joe, get off of me,” you barely got the words formed with your face pressed so firmly into the pillow.

“Mmh, five more minutes,” Joe croaked, and you felt how he nosed at your skin, how he moved around a little, fucking scented you almost, and then seemed to relax even deeper.

You offered him a soft whine that was meant to protest what he was doing, but you didn’t move. Didn’t even open your eyes. Because you didn’t have to. You were a snoozer, and this felt nice. Cosy. You felt how Joe tucked his arm into your side in response to your little noises, and so, fine. Five more minutes was all right, you guessed. You knew the alarm would go again in a little anyway.

But then it didn’t, and instead of the next alarm springing you to life, it was Izzy who’d carefully opened the door with an elbow whilst holding two steaming mugs of coffee.

“Good morning, lovebirds,”

Your room was still just as dark because of your black-out blinds, and Joe was still just as heavy on your back. You audibly groaned at the light that streamed in from the hallway.

“I made you some coffee,” Izzy put both the mugs down on your bedside table, not even bothering to bring Joe’s over to his side of the bed, seeing as that’s not where he was. “Enjoy those,” she said, and yes, it was early, and you were barely awake, but you could definitely hear the amusement in her voice as she walked back towards the door. Then, just before she shut the door, she shocked thick concentrated panic straight into your veins by saying, “I’ve got a zoom meeting at 9, so you have about 15 minutes of kitchen access left,”

Wait.

What?

Your eyes shot open like you’d just had four Redbulls on an empty stomach and you reached for your phone, nearly knocking over the two mugs of coffee.

Off.

Dead.

“What time is it?”

Joe finally rolled off of you, stretching, taking his sweet time through an incredibly slow deep inhale.

“What time is it?” you panicked, did your best turning your phone back on again. But the apple logo took too long, and you cursed. Swore. Slipped out of bed and rushed out, on your way to find a clock to yell at because, oh my God, you were meant to be at the office fifteen minutes ago.

“I was meant to be at the office fifteen minutes ago!” you shrieked as you dashed into the bathroom.

Fuck.

You looked awful.

Which, of course you did. Joe had just pressed your face deeply into your pillow for what, two whole hours?

Shit.

“Call the office, tell them you’re working from home,” Izzy offered casually, but you were already washing your face like a boy would, with fast and unkind hands, with fingernails that painfully poked you in the nose.

“Can’t!” you shouted, nearly slipping on the tile that was still wet from when Izzy showered. Usually, you’d be long out of the house before Izzy even got out of bed.

“Did you sleep through your alarm?” Izzy came and stood in the doorway and as she made eye contact with you in the mirror whilst you tried to rake a brush through your hair. That's when you realized that, no, you didn’t sleep through your alarm.

Because your phone was off when you just stumbled out of bed in a hurry.

You heard how Joe sipped some coffee, slurped it again, not insanely obnoxiously like before, but still.

“Joe!”

“Uh oh,” Izzy stepped aside just in time and let you barge right past her, back into your bedroom.

“You turned off my phone? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Joe looked at you blank faced, a little sheepishly, like he didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Didn’t understand why you’d just ripped chunks of hair from your scalp because you weren’t being careful. Didn’t understand why your whole pajama top was wet from when you’d just washed your face. Just, sleepy little Joe, eyebrows raised in question all innocently. Like you weren't stood in front of him, ready to dig your nails into his cheeks.

“Um, I...” Joe started, and went to grab your phone, but you were quicker. Snatched it from your bedside table and unlocked it. Two missed calls.

“Fuck,” you swore, and went to call them back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you muttered, pacing the room with one hand in your hair, dreading the reaction of your superior. You stopped to look at Joe, who was still calmly having his coffee, and a wave of anger washed over you. It made you step forward and slap him against his shoulder before balling your hand into a fist and going back in for the same spot. You weren’t quick enough though, and Joe caught your wrist before you could hit him again which developed into a wrestle where you tried to free yourself from his grip whilst Joe tried to make sure you refrained from hurting him or spilling the coffee, just because you overslept this one time.

Then someone picked up, and you froze.

“Hey!” you tried to sound as chipper as you could, be your most professional self even though the state of you right now was anything but.

One last attempt to break free from Joe’s grip made him let you go, and you flipped him off as you left your bedroom to continue your conversation away from him.

This was it.

This was definitely it. Joe turned off your phone at the mere beginnings of your period of snoozing that you needed to properly wake up every morning. Just, turned it off. Didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask you anything. He’d just reached over you, laid on top of you, and had just decided that he was going to turn your phone off.

What the actual fuck.

How did he think he had the actual right to just go ahead and do that?

If that didn’t give you the ick, you didn’t know what would. If any other guy would’ve done that, you’d have never let them stay over again.

After your conversation, where they seemed to be very understanding but you knew, you fucking knew that they’d be talking behind your back about it the second they got off the phone, you got dressed and did the quickest face of make-up you’d ever done. They said not to worry, to not hurt yourself and take your time. Yea, fuck that. Absolutely not. You’d gotten enough weird stares after Joe had randomly shown up at the office – adding being late because ‘something weird must have happened to my phone’ seemed suspicious.

You were not going to add fire to the flame by casually strolling in well past 10.

You found your shoes in the living room where you also spotted Izzy and Joe, sat at the kitchen table. Izzy had already started her meeting, so Joe was silently enjoying his morning coffee.

Fuck him, man. Joe could go and do one.

“Congratulations,” you mouthed from your spot on the sofa when Joe turned to look at you.

You saw Izzy flick her eyes up over her laptop.

“That was it. You won the bet.” You whispered, scared it would disrupt Izzy’s meeting but still needing to be the most passive aggressive version of yourself.

The slightest, smallest, teeny, tiniest bit of panic twinged Joe’s expression before he pouted at you. Like this was a joke.

It wasn’t a joke, you were incredibly annoyed with him.

With your shoes on, you got up and gave Joe a sarcastic smile. You knew he definitely thought you were overreacting, but you couldn’t help the flush of bad feelings, all directed towards Joe. All of it mushed into a big ball of anger that you couldn’t get out, because you had to be quiet, because Izzy was in a zoom meeting.

“I’m sorry,” Joe tried, voice as soft as he could manage it.

You pretended he didn’t even say it and proceeded to walk out. Flipped him off as you did for good purchase.

The sweat patches in your silk blouse had just gone, slightly past noon, when a delivery man walked up to the front desk. Bouquet of flowers in hand, already in a vase, he handed them over and two minutes later, the whole thing got plonked onto your desk.

It left you to explain to half the floor who J scribble scribble was. This man didn’t even fully write his name normally anymore. ‘I’m sorry, will make it up to you tonight’ the card read, and it made you frown a little. Sure, the flowers were a kind gesture, and you liked that he did a little more than just verbally say he was sorry, but you didn’t really feel like hanging out with him tonight.

He'd won the bet.

You could go back to seeing each other in your group once a week. Or less, because Joe was out of the country a lot.

So, you texted him a pic of the flowers, along with the words, “thnx but am busy tonight”.

It only took a couple seconds for you to receive a reply.

“yea you are, i spoke with izzy, we’ve got plans”

Confusion.

“we? is izzy coming?”

“no, but izzy told me something – meet you at south kensington tube station after work?”

Fuck Izzy. What a bitch. You switched to your text thread with your flatmate.

“Fuck you.”

“You’re welcome 😘”

It was just past 6 when you stepped out of the station and met Joe outside. He looked far too dapper for what he was about to get into. However, so did you.

“Hey,”

“Hi,”

For a moment, you just looked at each other.

“You hate this type of stuff,” you stated.

Joe smiled, gave a nod and said, “I do.”

“Just so you know,” you fell into step together, not even trying to hide that you knew exactly where Joe was taking you. “I do too, but I kind of ironically have always wanted to go,”

“Izzy said,”

“And Izzy has always said that she would rather have both her arms pulled off than come with me,”

“Izzy said,” Joe nodded with big panicked eyes, making you laugh.

And it was true. You didn’t have an Instagram account of insane looking staged selfies taken in all the right outfits from all the right angles. Going to Dopamine Land had no actual real purpose in your case. But there was something about going to a museum that was put together just for you to take interesting selfies in. It seemed fun, and so ever since you'd heard of the place, you'd wanted to go.

So, that’s how, 10 minutes later, you lead Joe through weird lit up mirrored rooms, forced him to sit in a bathtub filled with blue plastic balls, danced with him over musical lit up floor tiles and, eventually, pushed Joe into a ball pit filled with milky white plastic balls that he instantly disappeared into.

You’d been a mess of giggles since stepping foot inside the building, but jumping into a ball pit in a pencil skirt and heeled ankle boots was really taking the cake.

You felt like a child. Acted like one too.

Joe didn't fully get into it, but anytime you suggested he'd do something, he went for it and laughed along as he went.

After throwing balls at each other from separate corners of the ball pit for a second, you hit him square on his forehead and it made you laugh so hard, you doubled over and disappeared into the sea of balls. For pay back, Joe got up and launched himself across the, admittedly not that large and a little underwhelming, pit and almost knocked right into you.

A short wrestling match ensued where you shrieked and tried to get away from Joe’s grabby hands that were simultaneously trying to hold you in place by the legs whilst also softly throwing balls right into your face from a far too small distance.

You had to stop playing, because that's what this was, wasn't it, when a family with two smaller children joined you.

“This is so much nicer,” Joe commented when he got up and offered you his hand to try and help you out.

“What do you mean?”

“You, like this. Laughing.”

And as he said it, he pulled you up onto your feet with far too much force. Crashed you right into him, and for a fraction of a second too long, you made eye contact whilst he held you close.

If you hadn't known any better, this would've been a beautiful moment to kiss him.

Oh shit.

You kind of wanted him too. But Joe didn't move. Just kept you close for a little longer than was normal for two friends.

“Yea, well,” you started, a little shakily, and took the opportunity to push Joe back ever so slightly. Just enough to make him lose balance and fall back into the pit.

“You were right, I am a sore loser. Ballie Ballerson next?”

“Fuck off.”

Your mention of the bet was what prompted Joe to say, “I don’t think you’ve actually lost the bet,” a little later when you were sat opposite each other having dinner. You’d taken three steps outside to find an Italian restaurant that looked nice enough and it took less than a second to decide it was where you were going to have a bite.

“I’ve totally lost, are you joking?” you theatrically answered, big facial expressions, lots of intonation.

“Yea, but I’ve said sorry, and, here we are,” Joe gestured at the table, a the space in between the two of you. “How often does that happen to a guy who’s given you the ick?”

You thought a second.

“Exactly, they don't get dates after you've written them off,” Joe proved his point.

“No, that’s not fair. We’re friends and that’s why we’re out having food together. Had you been a random date and you’d unwarrantedly gone through my phone–”

“I didn’t go through your phone,”

“You went through my phone.”

“I turned it off.”

“You grabbed my phone whilst I was asleep, and you turned it off–”

“You were not asleep,”

“I actually wanted to murder you this morning, I was so fucking angry,”

“And look! Here we are!”

You bickered like an old married couple. Paused for a sip of your wine whilst you gave each other looks.

Joe looked good.

All handsome.

You were also getting wine drunk.

“Anyway,” you said when you put your glass down, ready to put this all to rest. “You gave me the ick. You won. The end. What did we say... week of favours starts Monday?”

And Joe narrowed his eyes at you. Didn’t believe a single word of what you were saying. But sure, if this was how you were going to go about this, how you were going to play this game, Joe could think of something to play along.

Why not?

This held every potential to get interesting. To get interesting real fast.

“Okay fine. Week of favours starts on Monday.”

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[callofdudes]

Little drabble. Summary: Work sucks, Simon is here to tell you to take a break and care for yourself.

@itsscromp

The base had been crowded for way too long. Or so it felt that way. Running around constantly, feeling burnt out from the lack of breaks as you all tried to keep the base in order and on top. A new flurry of recruits had been transferred in and you were running papers back and forth and training regimens like it was a sport.

Unfortunately your lack of any breaks hadn't particularly helped you in any way. Feeling from the lack of food, the lack of sleep. The things going on in your mind as you flopped down at your desk for the final time just as another pile of papers was delivered.

Your head fell into your hands, wanting even just a nap. But your day wasn't over and break was yet to come. You exhaled heavily, attempting to sit up and look at the paper, staring at it. More files to fill out over and over in the same order.

It felt like the same damn thing and you couldn't handle it. Feeling drained and exhausted from the labor load you weren't used to carrying. As if the whole base was weighing on your back. Even if it wasn't true.

Then there was a knock at the office door, a familiar figure drifting into the entryway. "You busy??"

"What do you think??" You replied tiredly, hunched over your work.

Simon hummed softly. "Sergeants and I are headin' for a drink later, feeling up to comin'?"

You shrug. "I dunno... I don't think I have the energy today guys. I think I'm just gonna go straight to bed."

Simon was quiet for a moment, about to leave it at that when he saw how exhausted you were. The way you zoned out a little, barely holding yourself up like your spine weighed a thousand pounds.

He came to the side of your desk, touching your back. "Come, you need sleep."

"Simon I have to finish this."

"It's ok, you don't have to do it now."

"But if I don't do it now I'll never be able to do it!" You look up at him, the clear frustration in your eyes.

Simon remained soft, silent. "It isn't due for a week Y/n, you can spare some sleep. Come on." His other hand came to your elbow and helped to lift you up out of your chair.

"I know it's frustrating and exhausting, but we'll get through it. It's just some extra work, old man won't chew ya out for a nap."

You nod, hugging him as tight as you could. "Can you stay??"

He runs his hand down your back. "Wasn't plannin' to leave. I'll tell the others I'm busy, right?"

"Right."

Simon nods, bringing you to your room. There he let's you get out of your gear and slip into something more comfortable. When you're ready he comes in and gets into your bed first.

You don't hesitate to climb on, snuggling up to him, nuzzling under his chin and getting comfortable in the protection of his large frame.

"I got you sergeant." Simon said quietly, rumble soaking through his voice, vibrating against your chest.

Your eyes close and you wrap your arms around him as tightly as you could. "Thanks Simon."

He closes his eyes, still rubbing your back gently. "Always, I got you. I always got you."

Simon always took care of you, even when you forgot to take care of yourself. The exhaustion took a toll on you, falling asleep in his arms, knowing you were safe where you were. You slept longer than you expected, but it was good.

You woke up to the quiet sounds of rain trickling down your window. Simon still holding you close. It was warm, and comfy. You looked around, your eyes still a little heavy. So you rested against Simon, listening to the rain, feeling comforted again.

Simon shifted, humming as he woke up, something he did a lot. He noticed you awake and loosened his grip a tad. "Sleep well then??"

You nod, snuggling up to him again. "Yeah, slept great. Only with you though."

"Glad I could be here then. Just making sure my sergeants to kill themselves, run yourselves into the ground. I can't let that happen, right?"

"Right." You whisper.

Simon sat up, slowly shifting you out of his arms. "Don't move, I'll be right back."

"Where are you going??"

"I'll be right back." He repeats, sliding off the bed and patting across the floor to the door. He slipped out and remain gone for a bit.

When you heard the door click open again you smiled, the smile growing when you saw Simon had a plate of food and a cup of water. "Suppose you didn't get dinner."

"Thank you, Si."

You sit up, shifting as Simon places the plate on your lap. He places down the cup of water on your nightstand and waits, watching.

It's a little creepy but, he probably doesn't mean it that way. "you gonna sit back down buddy?"

Simon nods. "Yes... Just want to make sure you're eating. Can't have something happening later on."

"Well that's very kind of you Simon."

"I'm not three."

You shrug. "Come on, get comfy again big guy. Once I'm finished this I'm still wanting cuddles."

He shrugs, crawling back into the bed, snuggling under the blankets in waiting. His eyes close, resting there, listening to you. Aware of what you're doing.

You finish the food and drink the glass of water. Once it has a moment to settle you snuggle back under the blankets as well and curl right up to Simon.

Simon huffs and smiles softly under the mask, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against him. "Get all the rest you need." He whispers.

Your hands curl up, eyes closing and listening to Simon's thumping heartbeat. A steady reminder you weren't alone. Even when the workload felt too much for you to lift alone. You weren't alone.

You always had them there for you. Him. You had Simon and the others. Always there to take the hand that needs help. Because that's what a team does. That's what friends do.

So damn it if Simon won't help you. Because he will. He always will.

Not the longest thing but I wanted to make it. After work cuddle comfort.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader #fluff #some comfort #take the fluff before i pass out again lol

[squishycheekanon]

Dad!Techno Drabble.

Modern day

Warnings: realistic life, teething, looking after a 10 month old baby, Techno being a dad, Techno’s towel is too low on his hips and we miss it.

It’d been an already tiresome evening with your ten month old teething, she screamed and screamed and no matter how hard you or your husband tried nether of you could calm her. Until finally after three hours of constant wails she fell asleep to sweet piano lullaby’s you had found on your phone.

You placed her in her cot and practically ran out of the room back downstairs, twenty. Minutes. Later. She’s awake again screaming. You’re up and in her room picking her up to soothe her to no avail. You loved your daughter so much, but from how tired you were from this happening every night for the past week you had to chant that it wasn’t her fault this was happening in your head.

You needed a break.

Techno had jumped in the shower a few minutes before she woke up so for now you had to try your best to help her alone. You changed her nappy and put her in a new onzie that wasn’t wet from dribble before taking her to your room. You got into your bed cuddling her close to your chest and in the dark of the room you spoke to her hoping your voice would stop her from screaming.

“Come on baby girl, mummy really needs you to sleep cause she’s really really tired,” she blinked up at you, cheek smushed against your chest, big eyes full of tears. Your heart broke for her, for the pain she was going through with her teeth coming through, “That’s it Athena just focus on my voice.” You continued to talk to her and she listened hanging on to every word you were saying though she didn’t understand you.

She fell asleep after a few minutes and you rejoiced doing a happy dance in your head. You didn’t dare move her though, but with how tired you were yourself you just let your eyes flutter shut. Just a few minutes you thought to yourself.

That’s how Techno found you when he came out the shower, still wet and dripping, towel hanging low on his hips, his big beautiful muscles on display so sexily. He thought with your daughter asleep that you two could maybe have some alone time but all those thoughts went flying out the window when he saw the two of you.

His heart ached with love seeing his gorgeous wife fast asleep with his beautiful baby daughter letting out little snores against your chest. “God I’m so lucky.” He muttered without even thinking about it. It was so true, he never imagined he’d have a wife let alone someone amazing as you and you had gifted him a wonderful baby girl too.

He quickly dried off and pulled on some sleeping clothes all while grinning to himself. The same grin was wiped off his face as your baby began to stir and before she could even start crying Techno had grabbed her from you and left the room giving you one last glance to make sure you had stayed asleep.

He took her into her bedroom and began patting her back while swaying her, “It’s okay baby, I know it hurts.” He coos his eyes darting around the room for the bonjela, as soon as he spotted it he grabbed it and pulled off the cap, squirting some on his finger before rubbing it into her gums, his skin grazing a tooth that’s was pushing it’s way through.

And she screamed, howled, wailed.

“Fuck. Okay baby, I’m sorry daddy didn’t mean to. It’ll feel better soon, just gotta let the bonjela do it’s thing.” He rocked her side to side, holding her close to his warmth and as if the gods had finally heard his begs she finally calmed down accepting the dummy he offered her. She snuggled into his neck sucking on it, soothing herself to sleep in her father’s arms.

He knew this is what his night would consist of but if you managed to catch up on the sleep you’d missed out on this week it was all worth it.

#dad!techno #squishycheekanon #asks are appreciated #beefy!techno

[dxmoness]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | 𝐉. 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞

— “𝐒𝐇𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.”

marq's note: bro's finally making his debut.

Name and Jeremy had been married for quite a while now. So the two were expected to at least do romantic things. Which never happened unfortunately due to Jeremy always away for missions or having things to do while Name stayed back and waited.

Today was a very long awaited day off for the particular Agriche and he wanted to spend every second of it clinging onto his lover.

Name woke up in a heap of blankets next to Jeremy whose arm was draped on her waist. Pushing her body against his as a way to keep her from leaving.

A little while longer and the feeling of using the bathroom was constant now. She was not used to sleeping in this late. Her fingers gripping his arm gently she attempted to move his arm away. It wouldn't budge. After several tries, she managed to get it away as she replaced her own body with a body pillow.

After a while in the bathroom, she came out hair brushed and herself prepped only to be met with the sight of Jeremy rubbing his eyes, he seemed to be mumbling something as he looked her way. His eyes lit up as he stood and walked towards her hurriedly. Almost stumbling on the bed itself.

His arms wrapped around her waist in a tight grip as his lips met with her cheek. "Why'd you leave me?" His voice was tired and he sounded so clingy. Befits his looks, Name giggled inside as she hugged him.

"I needed to use the bathroom." Name said, kissing his cheek.

"You should've told me I would've went with you." Jeremy said bluntly unaware that the female was blushing furiously flustered at his statement. He didn't even have enough energy to process what the statement meant so he didn't get why she was so ecstatic about it. "What?"

"You just said..!" "I meant it." Jeremy answered while pulling her back to the bed. "Now get back here and sleep with me again. I need your warmth." He grumbles as he lays her back down with him. Arms wrapped tighter than before to ensure no escape.

Name was quiet as she listened to his slow breathing. His face was buried on her neck so she couldn't move even her head. After a while she fell asleep too, in the arms of her lover.

Waking up a while later she found Jeremy wide awake and dressed up. He looked at her with a pleased expression as he kissed her. "Good morning love."

"Morning." She murmured as she once again was engulfed in his warm arms. Days like these were why she stayed with him all this time.

Jeremy knew this too and fell in love with her for it.

Name was shocked to realize that her husband had prepared a time for tea with her. She knew he was free for the day, but she didn't expect him to still make ready tea and other treats for her own satisfaction.

She now sat right across from her lover as the two of them ate the delights the chef had made for them. She emerged herself with such sweets, not noticing that Jeremy was watching her..

Seeing her out here in the sun, wearing the most beautiful outfit made him fall for her all over again. He recalled the statement said that he should leave her for she was nothing, but a sweet doll. That statement was brushed away and he was happy that it was. What he saw in front of him was the beauty he had fought for. He wouldn't let anyone take her from him.

"Uh Jeremy..?" Name's voice interrupted him from his thoughts as he looked towards her once more regarding her with questioning look. "You seem out of it. Should we go back—" "No. I'm fine, let's stay here for a while." He answered looking away with a flushed face. This was embarrassing.

A few moments later he found himself laying down on her lap as she read a book while he was resting. The day had droned on quickly and now they were already in bed. Much to his annoyance this meant work tomorrow morning. It meant leaving his Name for another month with no affection whatsoever. How Name endured such a life made him respect her nonetheless.

"Love?" "Hm?" She hummed in response looking to him from the book. "Is it alright if we cuddle?" A question he was hesitant to ask since an Agriche would never ask such a question now would they? Name seemed stunned at it too. Which meant his theory was correct. A sentence like that was a rare one for an Agriche. Everyone knew so.

"Sure.." She murmured as she placed the book down. Positioning herself in his arms, she laid there only for moments before her eyes became droopy. "Mm..."

Jeremy leaned and kissed her on the lips whispering the faintest words "I love you" while she drifted off to her dreams.

tagging, @sidra-29 , @nxccolo

#manhwa #manhwa x reader #jeremy agriche #jeremy agriche x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #twtptflob #self insert

[chrisdr3]

In the middle of the night ~CL16

Summary: While sleeping together, Y/N wakes up realising her period came early and she bled through the bedsheets, and Charles is taking care of her.

Trigger warning: period blood, insecure

Fluff

You were finished taking your bath and drying your hair, then wore one of Charles' hoodies and a pair of shorts. Charles was in his office streaming with his friends. It was only 10 o'clock at night, but you were already feeling sleepy, so you decided to go kiss him goodnight before going to sleep.

You entered his office quietly, seeing him focused on his game. He didn't notice you getting in, so you tapped his shoulder lightly.

He turned around seeing you and kissed your cheek. "Hey princess. Everything okay?" he smiled. "I'm going to sleep. Will you come join me?" I responded, yawning. "Let me finish this race first and I'll come join you in 5." he kissed your lips gently. "Okay, I'll go then" you said, getting out.

You went to your bedroom and laid down in the king size bed, eyes closed, waiting for him. A few minutes later, you heard footsteps, you felt the mattress sinking and his arms wrapping around you, pulling your body close to him, kissing your cheek goodnight before you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up in the middle of the night, tears falling down your cheeks and a terrible pain in your lower abdomen. Charles felt you shifting around and woke up. "Why are you awake princess? What's bothering you?" he whispered softly, half asleep. "M-my stomach...it-it hurts...very much." a sob escaped your mouth. He got close to hug you, looking all over your body and his gaze stopped at your legs, his eyes widening in shock.

You looked down. There was a huge bloodstain in-between your legs and a even bigger one in the bedsheets. You started to panic, bursting out in tears. Charles hugged you tightly. "Hey hey shhhh... it's okay... don't worry about it" he whispered in your ear. "I-i ruined the bed, I'm sorry..." you could hardly speak "I'm useless."

He wiped your tears away. "No princess. You're the most talented, capable and beautiful person I've ever met. You're bold and happy and daring and even dangerous sometimes, don't say such things about yourself." You couldn't stop crying "You say such things because you are my boyfriend." "No, i mean these, not just because I'm your boyfriend."

You stayed in his hug for a bit more, and , when he was sure you calmed down he got up. "I'm gonna go run a warm bath for you and find clean clothes, okay?" You looked at him "Thank you Charlie." You tried to smile.

He went to your wardrobe, got a pair of panties and shorts and ran to the bathroom. After a bit he came back, carried you to the bathroom and helped you undress, then got you in the tub. "Stay here and relax as long as you want." he said, kissing your forehead.

You sat there for maybe half an hour, when you decided to come out. Charles went to check up on you and helped you dress and put a pad/tampon on ( your preference luvs) and carried you in the bedroom, laying you down gently in the clean bedsheets.

"Here" he said, giving you a painkiller and a glass of water. You swallowed it and he layed down with you, wrapping his arms around your body carefully and pulling up the blanket. "Better now, princess?" you nodded yes. "Well goodnight my beautiful lady" he kissed your forehead and pulled you close. You soon fell asleep listening to his steady heartbeat and hypnotized by his scent.

Hi everyone, this is my first F1 fanfic, i hope you liked it and feel free to aske me anything or requesting me about writing a fanfic. Bye for now luvs🤗

#f1 #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #fluff #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc x female reader

[katnisspeetaprim]

He's a Nuisance

Jungkook/Reader

Word Count: 1085 M.list

Jungkook was walking through your shared home, talking quietly to the live chat showing on his phone. It was around 1AM, so he was being careful so as not to wake you. For some reason, Jungkook refused to do his lives at a reasonable time, weather it be late at night or early morning, it would most likely be inconvenient for someone.

‘I didn’t start my live in the bedroom today.’ He spoke quietly as he placed his phone down on the stand. ‘Y/N was upset with me last time, so I’m being more careful.’ He laughed lightly, thinking back to the other day when he fell asleep for the second time on camera, catching you in the background unaware as you slept.

‘She’s asleep right now, so I need to be quiet while I workout.’

Unfortunately for Jungkook, the walls of your apartment weren’t as soundproof as he thought. He’d been training and talking with chat for about half an hour, when he knocked his metal water bottle off the table.

At the sound of the bang, you bolted upright in bed after being startled awake. You were a little out of it when you woke up, so you weren’t sure if you dreamt the noise or not. Concentrating, you tried to listen out for anymore sounds and just when you thought you were going crazy, you heard the quiet sounds of cursing and shuffling from the other room.

Glancing behind, you saw a slither of light coming under the bedroom door, and Jungkook’s side of the bed, cold and untouched. Rubbing your tired eyes, you lay back down, used to Jungkook doing god knows what at silly o’clock in the morning...But curiosity got the better of you. What was that bang? Had he hurt himself somehow? With a groan, you threw the blankets off and forced yourself up, trudging to the door, cursing your curious mind.

Walking down the hallway, you rubbed at your bare arms and legs, regretting not picking up your robe now that you were faced with the cold apartment. You were about to call out for your boyfriend, not sure of his exact location, when you heard movement coming from the home gym.

‘kook?’ You whispered, poking your head round the door.

Jungkook was sat on the floor in front of his phone, and staring up at you wide eyed when you opened the door.

‘what are you doing? I heard a noise..’ You glanced around the room, slightly confused once you fully registered which room he was in. ‘Why are you working out this time of night?’

‘I’m sorry! I was trying to be quiet, but I knocked my bottle over.’ You sighed and rolled your eyes. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t annoyed that he’d woken you up, but looking down at him with his deer in headlight eyes and messy hair, it was hard to stay mad at him.

You cast a small smile in his direction, hoping to show him you weren’t upset, and padded over to him.

‘Ah, the camera.’ He warned, in case you didn’t want to appear on camera. At this point, you had lost all shyness when it came to his live streams, especially after millions of people watched you sleep not long ago.

‘Your hair’s all fluffy.’ You smiled down at him as you stroked his locks.

‘Does it look messy?’ He frowned and leaned close to the camera to see himself, eyebrow raising when he saw the state it was in. You couldn’t help but laugh at his response.

‘Why are you grooming yourself!? It’s past 1AM!’

‘I always need to look good!’ You chuckled and leaned down so ARMY could see your face. You were sure you probably looked a state, tired face and comfy pyjamas, but you really couldn’t care less. You bought your hand up to cover your chest, just in case though.

‘Hi ARMY! He’s being a nuisance again!’

‘Hey!’ He whipped around and swiped at your legs, causing you to let out a yelp and jump away.

‘I’m going back to bed if I’m gonna get attacked!’ You yelled over your shoulder and ran back to the bedroom. You could hear Jungkook shouting after you, but couldn’t make out what he said. Hopefully his chat were getting a kick out of this.

Jungkook was live for another hour before he was finally ready to sleep. You had tried to stay up for him, but the rush of the day had caught up with you and you found yourself drooping.

‘Ah- My muscles hurt so-‘ Jungkook pushed the bedroom door open, fully expecting you to still be awake, considering you were usually a night owl, but froze in place when he saw your sleeping form tucked under the warm sheets.

He tip-toed over to the bed and carefully pushed some hair out of your face and sweetly stroked your shoulder. He silently chuckled when you swatted him away in your sleep. He pulled back and moaned as he stretched out his sore arms, moving to the bathroom so he could relieve the tension under the hot water.

The next morning, you were sat at the kitchen table, getting an early start on some work, when Jungkook trudged into the room. He looked awful. He threw himself down in the seat next to you, and crossed his arms on the counter, burying his face in them.

You laughed at the man and reached over to play with the baby hairs on the back of his neck.

‘How are you feeling this morning? Fresh and well rested?’ You teased, knowing full well he was still sore and most likely tired from the night before. He groaned into his arms in response.

‘Stop being dramatic!’ You pushed him lightly, causing him to wobble. ‘I’ll make you coffee and something to eat. You have to work soon.’

‘You’re the best jagi.’ He mumbled, lifting his head to rest his chin on his arms, tired eyes now looking over to you.

‘Don’t get used to it! You’re a better cook than me anyway.’ Jungkook snorted, knowing full well that it was true.

‘If you’re lucky...I might even give you a massage before you leave.’ You smirked but didn’t look back, since you already knew what his reaction would be.

Jungkook perked up at your words, a new rush of blood already pooling up down below thanks to your insinuation. Maybe this day wouldn’t be so bad after all...

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #drabble #smut #fluff #angst #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #idol!au

[sumaneun-stars]

'Five Minutes More'

Pairing. idol!bf!Jay x Fem!stylist!reader

Genre. Established relationship, fluff

Warnings.none!

Sypnosis. Nothing but cuddles with your boyfriend, Jay, after being apart from him for months.

You sat down on the couch after unpacking your stuff, being a stylist for an idol group was no joke. Txt had come back from their tour, and you, being one of the staff, had to follow them. You loved traveling around the world and you loved your job, but the only problem was that you hated being away from Jay.

Long distance was difficult, but both of your love for each other was strong. Jay would call you every night during the tour, and you would talk until one of you fell asleep. Yesterday you arrived home and the entire Enhypen had waited up late for you. They truly were your only family.

When you woke up, Jay had sent a text saying they had left to film their En o'clock episode. Plugging your ears with music, you started to clean up the place. Living with 7 boys was not easy. After cleaning and showering, you heard the front door open and a series of groaning.

“I’m so sleepy,” Heeseung whined.

“Hey guys, how was it?” you chuckled at them and waited for Jay.

“Fun but tiring. We were out in the sun the whole time Noona” niki said as he side hugged you, the others agreeing along. 

“Awh, get some sleep guys. Also- where's Jay?”  

“Ah one elevator broke down, so we took the other. And with the staff, Jay didn't have space”  Jake said sadly. 

“So what happened?” you asked, worried

“He took the stairs,” he replied.

“What? Oh my god… that’s 9 staircases, I’ll go get him” 

Before Jake could protest, you ran to your bedroom to get your shoes. The moment you came  out, Jay walked through the front door.   

“Ugh Y/n, I’m so tired” Jay walked towards you and hugged you.

“I heard what happened, take a shower and rest, darling” you kissed the side of his head. Jay nodded and went to shower- but not without returning the kiss. 

Jay found you lying on the couch with your back straight up. Your eyebrows were scrunched together as you tried to zoom into a picture on your phone. You looked so adorable to him, Jay just wanted to squeeze your cheeks.

You didn't notice when Jay crawled his way in between your legs and cuddled into your chest. It  startled you, but when you saw his comfortable figure, you relaxed. You adjusted to a more comfortable position and Jay followed. You ran your fingers and played with his hair, and Jay hummed to the feeling. He would groan in satisfaction when you massaged his head and shoulders, making you chuckle.

Jay was at peace. Your body warmth spreading through him was like home. Your steady heartbeat echoing in his ear was the best rhythm he had ever listened to, and you massaging his head was the cherry on top. Ever since you came back from your tour with txt, all he wanted to do was have you to himself. The time difference killed him internally. He hated that you were so far away from him. Some nights he would jerk off the frustration.

“You smell like my shower gel” Jay inhaled and spoke into your chest. 

“Mhm sharing is caring” you said playfully.

“Is that so, Ms. y/l/n?“ Jay raised his head to look at you.

“Ooh, my government name” 

“ You little-” Jay said as he tickled you from under your t-shirt.

“O-okay okay- st-stop” you tried to speak in between the giggles.

Jay laughed and settled once again on your chest, kissing your collarbone in the process. His hands soothingly stroked your sides under your t-shirt. Your fingers automatically continued to play with his hair. Soon Jay fell asleep, the both of you stayed like that for the entire evening.

You didn’t mind Jay sleeping on you, you knew he needed the rest. You were casually reading on your phone when you realized the time was 6 pm. You knew that if you didn’t wake Jay up now, he wouldn’t sleep at night.

When you looked down at his sleeping figure, your heart melted. You didn't want to wake him up but you had to. Gently massaging his head, you sat up a little.

“Hmm… no…” Jay mumbled in his sleep. He looked like a child being woken up for school.

“Jay, baby time to get up”

No response.

“Jay…come on, love” you tickled his nose this time. Jay buried his head in your chest.

“Mmm 5 more minutes” his arms tightened around your waist. He nuzzled his nose on your right breast and turned his head to the other side. 

He said this every morning and you knew he would wake up 20 minutes later. Waking Jay up in the morning was like waking a bear from hibernation. 

“Baby, you said that 5 minutes ago” you lied in an attempt to wake him up.

“Then 10 minutes” he replied. You chuckled at his response.

Jay groaned when you sat up completely, and leaned his head on your shoulder when he sat up. 

“Come on darling, you won’t be able to sleep in the night” you caressed his cheek.

“Isn’t that a good thing for the both of us?” he raised his eyebrow playfully as he looked up at you. You wanted to laugh at his sleepy face trying to flirt.

“No” 

“Yes” he moved closer to your face

You pecked his nose and Jay groaned in defeat.

“Hungry~” heeseung said as he walked out of his room half asleep, making his way to the kitchen.

“Go wash up love, I'll start on dinner” you ruffled Jay’s hair and got up but Jay pulled your arm and hugged you.

“Jongseong,” you chuckled.

“I love it when you call me that,” he said in a raspy voice. Jay buried his face in the crook of your neck. You felt his hand sneak under your leg. He brought your thighs and wrapped it around his waist, making you sit right on his now hard crotch. He inhaled your scent as his hands traveled under your shirt, tracing circles on your lower back.

“Jay-” your breath hitched.

“5 more minutes”

End. 

a/n: missed me? kjhsfhlg still on hiatus but this is just another drabble:>

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[silent-stories]

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Summary: Three times you slept next to Dean.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader 

Warnings: a bit of angst, mention of nightmares, fluff

Word count: 870

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The first time you slept next to Dean was when there were only two beds in the motel room you were staying in, and there were three of you. When you entered the room you let go of a sigh, you thought that things like this only happened in books and fanfiction.

So, less than an hour later, you were sharing a bed with Dean.

"I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable, you know. I can sleep in the car if you..." he said.

"Dean, it's okay. Really. Next time we find two beds, I'll sleep with Sam. So you will be even."

"Oh... maybe I don't want to." He whispered.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"I don't wanna sound weird, I just... like having you close."

You laughed.

"What's funny? Did I sound weird? I'm sorry, I just..."

"Sleep, dumbass." You cut him off still laughing.

After a few minutes you moved closer to him, your back almost touching his chest. "I like having you close too, Dean."

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The second time you slept next to Dean was when there were no motels available and you really needed to stop for the night. Sam slept lying in the front seats and you and Dean in the back.

Maybe "slept next to Dean" isn't quite the right term. You were basically curled up on top of him. You could feel his every muscle under you, but you tried not to think about it.

"Are you okay there, sweetheart?" He whispered close to your ear.

You just nodded before you fell asleep with your head on his chest.

After a few minutes Dean placed the blanket around you before falling asleep listening to your breaths.

The next morning when Sam woke up he found you and Dean in the same position you had fallen asleep in, Dean's arms around you. Pulling out his phone, he took a picture of you laughing softly so as not to wake you up, thinking he was going to make fun of Dean for years.

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The third time you slept next to Dean you were in your room, in the bunker. It was almost midnight but you weren't sleepy yet and you were looking for a case on your computer, holding it on your lap, when you heard someone softly knock on your door. You closed the laptop, placing it on a shelf, before going to open the door. Dean was standing there, wearing his gray sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

"Hey, I didn't wake you up did I?" He asked in a whisper, almost worried.

"No, I couldn't sleep. What's going on?" You said keeping your voice low even though Sam was sleeping on the other side of the bunker and there was no danger of waking him up.

"I ... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here but I had a nightmare and when I woke up I tried to sleep again but all I saw was blood and death..." he said scratching the back of his neck.

"I thought maybe you ... I mean, maybe I can... you know what? It's stupid. I should have let you sleep and not bother you with my problems. Like I said, I shouldn't have come..." he said before turning to go back to his room.

"Hey" you held him back by grabbing his hand. "It's not stupid, come in."

He didn't say anything but he didn't let go of your hand and walked into your room, you thought he looked like a child asking his parents to sleep with them during a thunderstorm and that made your heart ache.

Dean was always the one trying to save everyone, protect everyone, help everyone. Sometimes he just needed to have someone close to him and feel loved, you knew that, even if he would never admit it.

"Come here." You said lying down.

Eventually he rested his head on your chest, as you had done with him long ago in the Impala, letting out a sigh as you brought your hand to stroke his hair.

“I'm being so childish. I can't even sleep alone now. I'm sorry." he whispered.

"Dean, you're not childish, there's nothing to worry about. Stop saying you're sorry, I'm glad you come to me." You said with your hand always going through his hair.

"It's just...that when I'm with you I don't have nightmares. I feel safe." He said.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his words.

"That time you slept next to me in that motel bed and the second time when you slept in the impala next to me, I felt good ... like that was all I needed." He said.

"You can come here to sleep as many times as you want. You don't bother me. I like having you close. Like now." You said leaving a kiss on his forehead.

"You should try to sleep, Dean. I'll be right here next to you." You whispered after some time.

For a few moments he didn't speak, enjoying the feel of your hand slowly stroking his hair and listening to your heartbeat, then he just whispered a "thank you".

He left a soft kiss on your lips too, but you were already sleeping.

Part two here

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