#I’m sorry I think the melatonin is working
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rubber duck
in which reader is sick and spencer takes care of his girl!!
fluff (18+ for nudity)
warnings/tags: reader referred to as girl, non-sexual undressing + nudity/intimacy, reader takes bath, spencer doesn't but he is in fact present
a/n: heeeeyyy guys.... sorry for not posting for a month... accept this as a token of my gratitude and know that smut is in the works. keep sending requests, might not answer them but you never knoww!!
Spencer gets home around ten PM. Granted, it’s not a completely unreasonable time for someone to be asleep, but for you? A person who’d rather not go to bed at all than wake up before eight in the morning? You being passed out on the couch at this time is definitely abnormal.
He drops his bag on the coffee table as he approaches, kneeling next to where you’re curled up in the dark room. Part of him doesn’t want to wake you if you’re tired, but he’s mildly concerned. Normally after him being away all week you’ll stay up until he gets home regardless of how late (or early) it is. Ambient light coming in through the window allows him to see the sickly sheen to your skin, and he feels your forehead with the back of his hand.
“Spence?” you murmur, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes. His response is equally quiet, wavering slightly.
“Hey. Are you feeling okay, angel?”
Even though you decidedly are not, your spirit lifts considerably at the sight of him in front of you. A wave of caramel hair falls over his furrowed brow as he scans your face, looking for signs that something is wrong. You brush it away, hand coming to rest on his cheek.
“I’m fine. I missed you a lot.”
Your voice is a paper-thin whisper, giving you away even as you try to downplay your condition.
“I missed you too, but I’m a little worried. You’re pretty warm.” His eyes dart away from your face and down your body, seeming to notice your attire for the first time. “Did you go to work?”
“I tried to. But I had to come home at early. I guess I didn’t make it all the way to bed.”
This seems to worry him even more, if the way his eyes narrow and the line of his mouth tightens is anything to go by.
“How long have you been asleep?”
“Well... what time is it?” you ask sheepishly, still disoriented.
“10:20.”
“Oh god,” you moan, burying your face into a pillow (which does not make breathing any easier through all the congestion), “I’ve been sleeping for eight hours!” Panic wells in your chest at the ridiculous notion that you somehow lost an entire day to sleep. "I didn't mean to-"
“Shh, relax, it's fine. Your immune system works a lot more efficiently when you’re asleep. It’s the best thing you can do when you’re sick. Studies show that melatonin may actually be an effective antiviral, and people who sleep seven hours a night are 300% less likely to develop an illness than people who sleep only five hours a night.”
Despite yourself, you smile into the pillow at his unprompted information dump.
“So... am I... 500% more likely to be better tomorrow?”
He laughs, running a hand through your hair.
“I don’t even know where you got that number.”
“I failed statistics in high school,” you mutter, pushing yourself up onto an elbow.
“Honey, that’s Algebra.”
You bury your face in your hand and laugh at your own stupidity- before it devolves into a coughing fit.
“Ugh, I’m sorry. I know you hate germs,” you say once you’ve managed to get the coughing under control. You look at his face, but there are no signs of disgust or fear.
“I could never hate your germs. But I am worried about the cough... do you think a bath would help?”
You mull it over. Part of you wants to rot on the couch forever, but the more rational part knows you should definitely get up and try to take care of yourself. With a helping hand from Spencer you rise, stumbling into his waiting arms like a foal on shaky legs. Immediately you feel fatigued, but he patiently guides you to the bedroom and sits you on the mattress before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.
For a few minutes the only sound aside from you catching your breath is the tub filling from the other room. Soon he returns, to find you curled up on the bed and barely conscious once more.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighs, gathering you up in his arms and helping you to your feet once more. “You really don’t feel good, huh?”
You shake your head, allowing yourself to be carefully herded into the bathroom. Spencer moves to sit on the edge of the steaming tub, pulling you forward gently by your belt loops. Deftly he begins to undo your jeans as you fumble with the buttons on your shirt.
“I feel like I’m dying,” you groan. He glances up at you.
“I wish you would have told me you were sick. I would have come home earlier.”
“I thought about it,” you admit sheepishly, “but I figured better I be sick and alone than more people potentially end up dead because I’m too needy.”
Your boyfriend sighs, resting his hands on your hips as he looks up at you with a mix of earnestness and admonishment.
“At least tell me next time. I don’t like the idea of you here all alone without anyone knowing you’re ill.” His fingers press gently into your flesh to emphasize his point. “Okay?”
“Okay,” you agree softly, without hesitation. Spencer’s expression softens too, and he leans forward to press a kiss to your sternum.
“In,” he directs after you wiggle out of your jeans, getting out of the way and helping you into the water. He watches as you carefully submerge yourself, a little tense as if he’s ready to jump into action at any second. “Is it too warm? I tried not to make it too hot because your body temperature is al-”
“It’s perfect,” you reassure, sinking further in. Steam billows up around you and you sniff. “Lavender?”
Spencer nods, settling on the floor next to you.
“And mint. I’m surprised you can actually smell it.”
Normally you’d tease him for his fussing, but the minty steam really does seem to be helping you breathe a bit easier. After only a few minutes, you feel noticeably better.
“Will you read to me?” you ask dropping your head to your shoulder to look at him.
He’s leaning against the wall and monitoring you with a contented look on his face. At the suggestion his eyebrows raise.
“Of course. What do you want to hear?”
“Fairytales. But only the super gory ones. The more disturbing the better.”
“What? No Jane Austen?”
“Ugh, no. I need to hear about terrible things happening to beautiful princesses so I can feel seen.”
A small smirk graces his lips as he regards you, eyes sparkling with humor and thinly veiled affection.
“You are utterly ridiculous.”
“You have to be nice to me when I’m sick,” you whine, slinking lower into the bubbles. Spencer hums in sympathy, running his hand through the water to check the temperature before trailing his knuckles over your arm.
“My poor sick girl,” he teases. You huff indignantly, attempting to hide the way his words make you melt into the bathwater.
“Just get the book, Spencer.”
“Yes ma’am.” He kisses your forehead (covertly gauging your fever, you’re sure) before pushing off the ground. You watch him leave, heart overflowing with adoration even though you still feel sick. Maybe it’s the bath that’s helping, or maybe it’s just his presence.
A minute later he returns to his post beside you bearing Grimm’s Fairytales and a tall glass of water, which he tells you to drink all of before he starts reading. Regardless of how unwell you feel, you find the energy to make sarcastic comments about the characters’ intelligence and the implausibility of the plot (it’s a fairytale, Spencer reminds you) but soon the soothing cadence of his voice enthralls you. The illustrations and the story capture your imagination as you rest your head and arms on the side of the tub.
More time has gone by than you realize when you begin to shiver in the now lukewarm water. Spencer notices, finally setting the book down.
“Ready to get out?”
You nod and he helps you step out of the tub, pulling you close and wrapping you with a fluffy towel. Absolutely no heed is given to the state of his own clothing as your wet skin soaks his shirt, or his own health as he breathes in your air.
“I’m gonna get you sick, Spence,” you say anxiously, making a feeble attempt to pull away. Spencer doesn’t even begin to allow it, holding you even tighter. The honesty of his words is reflected in his eyes as he looks down at you adoringly.
“I can live with the idea of spending a few days at home together.”
You lean into him further, too tired to hold much of your own weight up.
“I can’t believe you have to intentionally get sick to get time off work.”
“You’re definitely worth it.” He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back for a moment.
“And to think,” you muse, the words muffled by his shirt, "when we first met, you wouldn’t even shake my hand.”
#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fic#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x self insert#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x you#criminal minds fic
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𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘
pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: matt with a girlfriend who is obsessed with naps/naps all the time
warnings/notes: established relationships, will probably be shorter than the last one 🤍 sorry
- you need coffee all the time
- or just any caffeine
- always nursing a red bull or iced coffee
- probably stopped working to keep you awake after awhile but you gaslight yourself into thinking it does
- you have woken up in matt’s bed with chris beside matt who’s beside you
- like hello? when did you show up and it’s too squished
- slipper socks . . . you have cold feet a lot
- you force matt to take his shoes off if he’s going on the bed. no matte how clean they are
- will not let him leave your naps
- have your own pillow and pillowcase at his house
- always have bags under your eyes
- sometimes you can’t sleep without matt
- like you have to be touching him somehow: legs tangled up, hand holding, something
- have a playlist of just phoebe bridgers songs to fall asleep to (same)
- love stealing and sleeping in his boxers and his shirts
- you’re one of those girls who will just wear shorts and a shirt but refuse to put anything else on if you get cold
- you’ll either cuddle up to matt or get more blankets
- MELATONIN GUMMIES
- you take em’ if you are just not falling asleep cause that happens
- have definitely fallen asleep in matt’s lap or something while he’s playing video games and he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up or tell you you’re in the way
- like that feeling when you have to get up when you have a cat in your lap
- sleep in a starfish position unless matt’s there
- nick, chris, and matt have so many 0.5’s of you sleeping
- #mouthbreather
- you’ve almost fallen asleep while you’re out for dinner
- have a shirt/sweater that says ‘i’m tired but i’m being brave about it’
- fall asleep to true crime
- talk about the most confusing and existential stuff and then fall asleep like nothing
- people complain you sleep too much? your just a girl 🎀
- when someone asks you to hang and and you say your busy your probably just taking a nap
- you and matt are always down for a nap
- you’re a sleepy couple
- you will set like 10 alarms to wake you up because you’ll either snooze them or sleep through them
- you always have cold water and chapstick near you when you’re napping/sleeping
- soooo delirious when you first wake up
- you prefer the room or wherever you’re having a nap to be cold
- not like freezing but under the temperature you’d usually have the house/apartment
- sleep focus? 🔛 no one is getting to you unless it’s an emergency
- you’ll text everyone who might try to reach you
- ‘i am having a nap, will not answer for anything cause i’ll be asleep 😌😌’
- matt has gifted toy essential oils or bath salts to help you sleep
- christmas morning with you SUCKS and you admit that. you hate waking up early
- matt will have to drag you out of the room
- all pissed at him and everyone else until you get your gifts or go back to sleep
- fall asleep during movie nights
- you can sleep anywhere and will
- the triplets will get home from somewhere and you’re just on the couch or sitting at their dining room table asleep
- if you don’t want up, matt will just pick you up and carry you to your room
- you’ve dropped your phone on your face before cause you fell asleep watching it
- you won’t admit it out loud . . . but you love asmr
- have a playlist of your favourites
- passenger princess, sleeper edition!
- has a headrest pillow you bought
- blanket ready to go and chair laid back if no one’s behind it
- matt draws shapes on your back
- will nap with best friends
- talk and talk and let everyone know how much you love naps
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I’m literally BEGGING a Vanessa x fem!reader where Vanessa gets jelly and it ends up in rough/angry sex
You DO Own Me
Vanessa Shelly/Afton x Fem Reader
PLUS this request: “Can we get Vanessa fucking y/n roughly? Like pulling hair, biting neck and scratching back type of rough?”
a/n: yessir 😜 merged this request with another anon as they coincide… sorry for the delay in fics. I am still sick but that not my excuse: my excuse is I'm lazy lol. This may be shit, sorry ;')
Content/Warnings: Top/Rough Vanessa, Bottom sub reader, smut, choking, strap use [r receiving], rough sex, not proofread/edited, Vanessas kind of an asshole but that's hot
w/c: 2024
The ride home was silent. Well, not completely. Though Vanessa was extremely unimpressed, her lips pressed together and her hands gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white, you were having the time of your life. Under the influence of alcohol, you were giddy and chatty, oblivious to your girlfriend's simmering anger beside you.
“And I literally told Mike that he was insane for thinking those robots cut him in his sleep, but of COURSE he decided to ignore me and continued to take those pills. I mean, really? The poor man is half asleep most of the time!”, you huff, recalling your last shift. “What do you think?”, you turn to Vanessa, your half dazed, half-blushed face informing her that you really did have no idea that she was mad.
“Mm”, she replied, uninterested. You, again, didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. “I know! Maybe I should replace them with some melatonin gummies.. He probably wouldn’t notice”, you giggle, rolling down the front window to breathe. Fanning yourself, the alcohol making you overheated, you gaze at the stars outside in awe. The outdoors really does hit differently when you’re drunk. Unbeknownst to you, Vanessa was seconds from snapping. Pulling into the driveway of your shared home and parking her personal vehicle beside her cop car, she immediately stepped outside as soon as the gas turned off and slammed the door shut, ignoring your own door and walking to the front of the house. You frown, beginning to zone back in.
“Maybe she just forgot”, you think, in reference to her not racing to open your door or offering to carry you inside as she usually would. Stumbling out of the car, you follow behind her into the house. “Vanessa?”, you ask aloud, wondering where she disappeared to in the span of two seconds. Pausing, you try to listen for any footsteps around the house for any indication of her location. Nothing. “Vanessa? Baby?”, you repeat, concerned now. Half limping, you shrug off your jacket and kick off your heels, wandering around the house. Finally, in the corner of your eye, you see the upstairs office light getting turned on.
Sprinting up the stairs, going as fast as your tipsy body would allow you to, you head for the office. Before you could open the door you heard a mumbling sound. Cracking the door open, you witness your girlfriend pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance, talking to someone on the phone.
“Yes, yes. I understand. I just thought- no thank you. I’ll be alright. Sorry for the misunderstanding”, Vanessa answered someone on the line, grinding her teeth when she saw you enter. “Thank you. Have a good one”, she hung up the phone, turning away from you and leaning against the desk.
“Vanessa? What’s wrong?”, you whisper. She snorted.
“What? Now you notice?”, she spits, still not turning around.
You bit your lip, anxious at her reply. “What was the phone call about?”
“Work. Nothing for you to worry about”, she then laughs. “Not that you were, to begin with”. She leans over the desk, reaching for a pen and paper to jot something down, and you try to not let your mind race with thoughts of her rolling her hips forward as you can tell she needs comfort right now, not a horny girlfriend.
You walk towards her nervously. “Are you okay baby? You were fine in the car-”
She snaps at you. “No. I wasn’t. If you weren’t so lightweight you would know that”. Stillness filled the air, the only noise coming from the scribbles of the pen as Vanessa jotted down the information from the phone call.
Coming up behind her, you gently place your hand on the back of her arm. “Is this- is this about Mike?”, you watch her jaw clench from the side. Blinking in surprise, you reiterate. “It is? Isn’t it?”
“Drop it”, Vanessa scowls, shoving herself off the table. Your foggy brain couldn’t help but think ‘muscle memory’ with the way she practically ground against it in annoyance.
“Are you serious? He’s a respectful guy! His old crush means nothing”, you protest.
“Nothing? You make me sick”
“What do you want from me? For me to spit on him and never talk to him again?”, you snap, frustrated now.
She crosses her arms. “Preferably”, she snickers. She comes closer to you. “Or maybe you like the attention? Hm?”
You pull away, hurt. You’d like to believe she was drunk saying this, but she was completely sober. “Vanessa-”
“Poor you, huh? Do I not give you enough attention? Is my poor baby always so needy”, she mocked, snarling.
You blink away tears and begin to walk out of the office when you feel a gust of wind and a sudden thud against your back. Gasping, you slam into the wall, your head narrowly missing the collision. Before you could turn around, you felt Vanessa pin your hands behind your back, her cuffs clenching around your wrists and shutting with a loud ‘click’.
“What the fuck Van-FUCK”, your sentence gets cut off as you hear a loud smack; Vanessa had just hit your ass. You feel numb for a few seconds, and then everything after that. You whine out, trying to cover yourself as she grabs your cuffed wrists and pins them above your head, her other hand coming around your waist to arch your back towards her. “Always whining. Never taking what I give you”. She slaps you again, the force of her hand biting your skin, surely leaving red marks that would turn purple tomorrow. You bite your lip, pain, and pleasure fighting to take over your emotions. You settle on both and she digs into your scalp, raising you up to her. You whimper out as she turns your head to the side and begins to suck at the front of your neck. Your life flashes before your eyes; having to walk in tomorrow at Freddy’s, a hickey so prominent that any efforts to hide it with makeup make it look evening trashier, and Mike seeing exactly what she did to you. You never understood her anger when it came to Mike; she liked him well enough. You just were never allowed to talk to him, apparently.
“Vanessa, please”, you whisper as she bites the side of your neck, pain seeping in. Squirming, she finally releases you. You flop against the wall, breathing heavily as she stares you down.
“Look at you”, she hisses. Everything about Vanessa commanded respect. Not one part of her demonstrated sex except for her slightly flushed cheeks and large pupils. Her hair was perfectly in place, her shirt was properly ironed. You, on the other hand, were tied up, beaten, and most definitely not commanding respect. It was exactly how Vanessa liked it on days like this.
She leans forward, tangling her hands gently in your hair. She tugs on your strands gently, lulling you into a false sense of security as you close your eyes, content. You should have known it wouldn’t last. “Pathetic, you are”, she says. Suddenly, she drags you to the office desk, making you gasp out in pain, flinging your hands to hers in a poor attempt to release her grip. Shoving you over the desk, she had you right where she wanted you in the first place; bent over and tied. “What, you thought I was going to treat you?”, she laughs. You stutter, words being unable to properly form. “Nothing happened! You were there the whole time! Why am I being punished for your jealousy issues?”, you yell out as she begins to scratch your back deeply. Her nails dig into your skin, fire spreading everywhere you touch. Wailing and twitching in her grasp, you hear her from behind. “Stupid girl. So disappointing when you act out against me”, she taps on the handcuffs. “Are you forgetting who protects you? I can harm you instead if you want baby, just ask”. She pauses, waiting for your reply. Nothing.
She smiles. You can feel the cockiness being emitted without even seeing her. Instead, you intently stare at the table, wishing you were in bed right now instead of feeling the humiliation of your girlfriend lifting up your skirt to check your panties.
The cold table was a harsh polarity to your pussy; you hated how your pussy was throbbing faster than your heart. Vanessa hummed from behind you, clearly amused and proud of you. Leaning over you, the shape of her breasts being felt against your back despite her clothing, she whispers a soft “I love how much of a whore you are”, before standing back up and softly grinding her front against your bare ass. You widen your eyes as you feel something hard press against you. You love how hot and cold Vanessa can be. No matter how rough and angry she can get, she can never resist treating you first.
The sound of her unzipping her pants was as close as you were ever going to get to hearing church bells. Hell, even angels singing couldn’t replicate the sound of her strap slapping your pussy. Shutting your eyes, your brace yourself against the table, moaning as her cock dipped into your soft entrance.
“You think you deserve this?”, she asks, moving your hair back with her hands, a gesture she couldn’t help doing. Not when she knew you did nothing wrong.
You nod desperately, grinding your ass back into her strap, your pussies walls clenching around nothing in a desperate attempt for friction.
Vanessa stayed silent as she plunged her cock into your pussy. You, however, most definitely did not. Your screams filled the quaint neighbourhood as she thrusted into you at a brutal pace that didn’t account for your lack of adjustment. Your hands gripped anything on the table in sight, your body becoming simultaneously needy and overstimulated. “P-please Vanessa slow- oh FUCK yes-”, you cry out, conflicted with the pain.
She rakes her hands over your ass, switching between slapping your reddened cheeks and clawing at your lower back. Hearing her deep, ragged breaths, you knew she was close; the strap hit her clit at every thrust, making her let out lowly strained moans. “Van-”, you roll your eyes back, your vision turning white. She was hitting your gummy walls so right that it felt insane. Your arousal was streaming down the table and her legs, which Vanessa acknowledged by letting out a snort.
“Need to come, baby?”, she hummed. You whine, grinding back. You needed this release so badly; anything Vanessa had told you had already been forgiven.
“V- nessa I need to.. Please”, you bite your lip and squint your eyes, begging yourself to not release before she allowed you to do so. You couldn’t risk more punishment. She sighed as if thinking about it. She sped up the pace, pounding the strap in a way that made it ten times more pleasurable for her as it did for you.
As your fingers grabbed at the table, she let out the smallest whimper that made you go feral. You pleaded, over and over again, to come. You felt extremely betrayed and turned on as Vanessa slumped forward, her chest heaving from cumming quietly. “Oh y/n”, she moaned, “Cum now baby”, she snaked her arm around your waist to bring your ass up even higher as you came with a loud cry.
You let go of the table, your body now going limp. “Vanessa”, you sigh, unable to move. Despite your comfortable position, consisting of you flopping across the table and Vanessa holding you loosely with her strap still half inside of you, she pulls out and forcefully slips you over way too soon for your brain. The pleasure was turning into pain again, and you hiss as your ass makes contact with the table, the marks making it unbearable.
“Don’t think this is over”, she murmurs as you pull her closer.
You look at her, confused.
“It’s only 1 am. If you think I’m done with you, you are sorely mistaken”
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before you go (18+)
summary: after hawkins turned into literal hell in 1986, steve harrington can’t rest - not until he figures out how to keep things safe. you’re a good friend, though. and good friends help each other.
contains: smut! steve x reader; gender unspecified reader; oral (steve receiving); sub!steve a little??; gratuitous usage of the phrase good boy; mention of sex/cockwarming; all lowercase SORRY
author’s note: this man needs a blowjob and some melatonin
be over 18 when you read this or this man will go insane and never sleep again. do u want that. tell me
“‘calm down’?”
“i think it might be good for you.”
steve paces, hair a mess. “how the hell am i supposed to calm down? this is such a disaster.”
no shit. “when was the last time you slept?”
he sighs and stops pacing, facing away from you. a hand propped on his hip. “i slept this afternoon.”
“how long?”
he sighs again, a little bitchy. “an hour.”
“that’s not enough,” you argue, moving towards him when he starts pacing again. you place your hands on his shoulders firmly to stop him. “you’re going to ruin the hardwood.”
“fine by me,” he snarks, eyes narrowed. “not like it matters when town’s gonna blow up any goddamn day now.”
you know it’s hard and you’re scared, too. the difference is that you know when to rest and have faith. steve doesn’t. steve will pace right through the floor and lose sleep and stress everyone else out before he concedes. and maybe his only saving grace in these moments is that he’s also a little pretty when he’s frustrated.
you bite your cheek and think about it for a moment - your admittedly ridiculous idea, given the circumstances - then lower to your knees in front of him.
“what are you doing?” he asks bluntly.
“calming you down.” your hands reach for his belt and he sort of gasps.
“hey hey hey, wait - wait -“ he says frantically, his hands coming to rest on top of your head. “you’re what?”
“you need a distraction. and orgasms help you sleep. you know that though, don’t you?”
he opens his pretty mouth, those plush pink lips, before snapping it shut and shaking his head. “i - i don’t -“
so you sigh and start getting up, thinking he’s rejecting the advance, but he pushes you back down gently. “okay, wait - wait - i didn’t say no.”
“so you want me to help.”
he nods. “if you really want to.”
“you want me to suck you off and make you cum so you can get some rest.”
he blushes up to his ears. “um. uh-huh.”
“you gonna ask?”
everything feels frozen when he looks down at you with wide eyes. he finally licks his lips and clears his throat. “will you - uh, give me a blowjob?”
“jesus,” you mumble, going back to his belt, working it open. “i thought you were supposed to be good at this.”
“i am,” he snaps. “i just - i’m not used to -“
“i know you’re not,” you interrupt. you push his jeans down, aching when you see his cock through his briefs. “you need to let go of your control on things sometimes. you’re going to drive yourself crazy.”
steve doesn’t answer. he just watches, eyes wide and pupils blown when your hand experimentally cups his dick. “how long’s it been, huh?”
“n-not really long,” he stutters. “the - the night this started.”
your brows quirk, palm gently massaging his balls. he moans lowly. “she sucked your cock?”
“jesus, don’t say shit like that.”
“why? ya gonna bust already?”
he groans, hips keening forward. “come on. you’re just makin’ me more frustrated.”
“poor thing,” you mock, your fingers brushing over his shaft. “you don’t even know how to say please.”
“please?”
you pull his underwear down, letting his cock spring free. “oh,” you say bluntly, staring before you look up at him. “no wonder no one gives you oral.”
“that a compliment?” he asks, hand still resting steady on the top of your head.
you don’t answer. you take his shaft in your hand and pump him a few times. you hear his breath hitching but you don’t chance a look upwards - his face might make you implode. his cock is warm and velvety in your hands, tip pink and sticky. you swallow, mouth genuinely watering, before you lean forward.
“hey,” he says again, but softly, pushing your head back gingerly. “you don’t have to, okay? i’m fine, i promise.”
“i know i don’t have to,” you say, still stroking him, watching his face twitch. he’s trying to be so serious. “didn’t i start this?”
“well, yeah -“
“i want to finish it, too.”
he nods and lets you lean forward again. “o-okay.”
“you want this too, right?” you ask, lips ghosting on the head of his cock.
“please,” he asks breathily.
you press a kiss to his tip and smile when he moans, head thrown back, arms coming up to tug at his own hair. you smile, kissing it gently one more time before letting your lips wrap around him. the taste of salt hits your tastebuds and you moan, swirling your tongue around it.
“oh, shit,” steve groans. the tendons in his neck are visible. the scar that makes your stomach ache jutting out. you have to look away from it, instead closing your eyes as you make out with his cockhead. your tongue runs along the underside of it and steve shudders, hands now coming down to rest on your head. “like that,” he breathes. “that feels so good.”
“i know,” you say sympathetically, pulling away a little. “big cock just needed some attention, huh?”
“jesus, say that again.”
“what? that you have a big cock?”
he nods, teeth obviously clenched.
you smile. “you have such a fat cock, steve,” you whisper, before licking a bead of precum away. “i don’t know how it’s going to fit in my throat.”
“hang on,” he whines. “please - against a wall, or somethin’ - i’m gonna drop if i don’t.”
you laugh, pushing up and meeting him again against the wall, his back up against the plaster. you steal a chance to kiss his jaw before getting back on the ground, continuing your movements without missing a beat. now that he doesn’t have to focus on staying upright, his eyes clench shut and he leans back.
“good boy,” you coo, and his cock kicks. “oh, you like that? you’re such a good boy, steve, we should tell you more often.”
“i’m gonna cum,” he groans, covering his face with his hands.
“already? i’ve hardly tasted you, stevie. you have to hold on for me, okay?”
“i will,” he promises. “shit, i will, just - please.”
“please?”
“please suck me off!”
you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before taking him halfway into your mouth. the back of his head hits the wall with a thud and you rub his thigh sympathetically with one hand while the other jerks the rest of him off.
he tastes so good. incredible. your mouth waters while you bob your head up and down, tongue working in slow zig-zags. steve bites his knuckle, eyes trained on you. “unnnh, oh - shit… shit….”
you nod, looking up at him through your lashes. he’s a mess, squirming above you, little ah!s stuck in his throat.
“you can be louder than that, steve,” you say quickly. “come on, wanna hear you. be good for me.”
“oh,” he cries, hips bucking, sending him deeper into your throat. “oh, my god… oh my god, that fuckin’ mouth….”
you pinch his thigh. language. he bites his knuckle again but the cries continue, soft and breathy and desperate. you move further down, taking him most of the way, attempting to relax your throat to take him. he gasps, the fingers of his free hand digging into your scalp. “ohmygod holyfuck holyshit yes yes yes!”
you want to ask if anyone’s deep throated him before, but you’re having too much fun to pull off and ask. you gag slightly around him and drool pools out of your mouth. once steve sees that - feels that - he cries out, hissing through his teeth. “i gotta cum, please can i cum?”
“good boy,” you moan, voice thick while you jerk him off wetly. “ask me again.”
“please can i cum holy shit i gotta cum so bad please?”
you giggle. “go ahead. such a good boy.”
and he cums at that, spilling into your fist, hands back up in his own hair while his fingers tug at his strands. he groans gutturally, hips fucking into your hand as he rides it out. “honey, oh… yeah, love … love it… oh, jesus christ.”
you only stop your movements when he jerks and hisses again in oversensitivity. you can tell your little plan worked with how hooded his eyes are, how deep he breathes.
“you sleepy?”
“yeah,” his voice cracks. “yeah, i’m…. don’t leave, please.”
your brows furrow. “don’t leave?”
“will you stay?” he asks. “you help.”
you bite your lip, slowly getting up off your knees. “tell you what,” you say softly. “how about i keep your cock warm inside of me while you take a little nap? i’ll keep you safe.”
he blinks, eyes wide. “y-yeah. yeah that - that would be incredible.”
“i know,” you sigh, leaning up to kiss him gently on the ear. “good boy.”
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hellooo i hope you’re well!
i would like to make a request, a melissa x reader. where they’re married and the reader has always struggled with sleeping. they’re on meds but sometimes they honestly don’t work or help. so mel has gotten into the routine of staying up with reader and eventually r will fall asleep on the couch, in mels arms etc.. one night ava decides to have a sleepover at the school for teachers and the students (like the field trip ep in abbott). the r freaks out a bit because they won’t have the routine with mel like they usually do.. after what feels like hours of fun the r passes out in mels arms as they are in the floor with the rest of the staff (telling story’s to each other).. mel goes into loving wife mode (basically saying to everyone to be quiet so her wife can sleep). SORRY FOR THE RAMBLE I JUST THINK THIS IS SO CUTE.
lots of fluff, lovey mel, overprotective mel..
I intended on writing a different fic tonight, but this one just started writing itself so... as always, not edited in the slightest.
Insomniac's Lullaby
WC: ~2.5k
You’ve always struggled with sleep. It was just a part of who you were. Insomnia haunted you late at night, and you would be lucky to get three hours of sleep most nights. You had tried melatonin early on into these sleeping problems, and it didn’t help. You didn’t feel like going to the doctor about this though- not when you were perfectly functional with the amount of sleep you got.
Melissa, your wife, has come to understand this about you, and with a little pestering, convinced you to go to the doctor for it. They were able to officially diagnose you with insomnia, and they were able to prescribe medication for you.
The first day that you were supposed to take it, you flat out refused.
“Mel, what if it really knocks me out and then I’m not up for work tomorrow?” you asked her hesitantly.
She sighed. “We’ll try them over the weekend, okay?”
“I really don’t think I need it to begin with,” you told her.
“Amore, it’s rather unhealthy the lack of sleep you get, and I would like to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t need the rest of your life to be cut short because you don’t get nearly the proper amount of sleep,” she pulled you into her arms. “Please, just try them over the weekend.”
So you did. And they worked magically. You took your medication religiously for about two months before it stopped working its magic with 100% efficiency.
On those nights where the medication doesn’t work, Melissa has made the habit of staying up with you to let you know that you aren’t alone. Or at least, she tries.
“Babe,” you sigh. “You really don’t have to. I know you’re tired, and you deserve to sleep.”
“I am a dedicated wife,” she tuts as she settles into the couch with you. “If you’re up, I’m up. If you’re heading to bed, I’m heading to bed.”
“I can just watch tv in bed,” you tell her.
“But I know that isn’t super comfortable for you,” she rolls her eyes. “I’ll be fine. We have a big couch, and we can sprawl out.”
“But your back-”
“Will be fine,” she raises a brow. “Don’t call me old.”
“I said no such thing,” you raise your hands in surrender.
“Just lay down,” the redhead huffs.
You lay down, and she lays down and holds you to her chest. You turn on the television, and you lay there for hours. You know Melissa is still awake because you can feel the way that her right hand is lazily tracing your hip bone. So you start to feign sleep.
“I know you’re still awake,” she mumbles into your neck.
“I am,” you admit. “But you need sleep.”
“So do you,” she mutters. “How can I help you relax- without sex? I’m too tired for that right now.”
“I don’t know,” you whisper and turn to face her. Her eyes are half open, and she’s clearly fighting the sleep that wants to take her so desperately.
“Roll over,” your wife tells you as she helps you lay on your stomach. Before you can ask what she’s going to do, you feel her warm hand start to draw patterns on your back. It lulls you to sleep rather quickly, and as soon as she’s sure you’re out for the night, she too gives into her slumber.
That becomes a habit, but even then, that doesn’t always work. On those nights, after seemingly forever, you can convince her that the two of you can lay in bed so she’s more comfortable. She begrudgingly agrees, but she insists on carrying you.
“I can walk, Mel,” you roll your eyes as she fireman carries you up the steps and gently lays you on the bed.
“But then you’ll wake your body up, and we’re so close to getting you to sleep,” your wife tells you as she turns on the overhead fan and crawls into bed with you.
“You’re ridiculous,” you chuckle softly.
“Yeah, and you love me,” she huffs as she starts to spoon you. Her arms find their way around your waist, and you feel as her fingers trace delicate patterns on your stomach. Melissa kisses the back of your shoulder, and lulls you to sleep with her gentle humming.
Nights like this continue, and the two of you are set in your routines. Get to sleep however you can, and if it’s a particularly late night, you’re in charge of making sure the redheaded teacher has enough caffeine in her system to keep her going through the day.
The two of you are rather content in these routines- even if it means your wife can be testier on days where she isn’t as well rested as she’d like to be. You apologize to both her and the staff for her cranky attitude on those days. None of them know you suffer from insomnia and just assume the two of you had a wild night the previous night. Melissa’s stupid smirk does not help put these assumptions to bed.
But it all changes one day when Ava comes sauntering into the staff room during the lunch period claiming that she has a foolproof way to get everybody to bond. A staff sleepover with the students.
Your eyes widen, and they meet Melissa’s. She can immediately read your mind and understand that you’re internally freaking out because your routine will get messed up, and you thrive on routine. The second grade teacher also understands that you won’t be able to take your medication because that usually knocks you out pretty well, and you have to be somewhat coherent if something happens in the middle of the night with your students. She lays a gently hand over your thigh and rubs her thumb back and forth to soothe you until the two of you can get home and talk it over.
“I don’t think I can do it, Mel,” you mumble tearfully that night. “I just don’t think I can handle our routine being messed up.”
“I’ll figure it out… Ava owes me a few favors,” the redhead tries to assure you.
Unfortunately, she can’t deliver. She tells your wife regretfully that they can’t have substitutes stay in overnight, and she’s already sent out the school wide newsletter announcing this plan. So the two of you are stuck doing this lock-in. She promises you’ll be taken care of.
The day of the lock-in comes quicker than you would have liked, and you’re beyond nervous. The two of you head home quickly to eat dinner and pack your things before returning to the school. The kids are beyond happy to see you, and you’re able to forget about your worries for quite a few hours as the students participate in activities with you. It’s all laughs and smiles, and you can tell Melissa is thrilled to see that you’re having a good time.
At some point, a few of the students who had Melissa in second grade and you in third grade flock around you, giggling.
“What?” your wife rolls her eyes. “Oi, I thought I got rid of youse years ago,” she teases them.
“Mel,” you playfully smack her arm. “Be nice. They’re just saying hi.”
“Actually, we have a question for you two,” Jada giggles.
“Oh good lord,” you mumble before looking to her. “What’s up, kiddo?”
“How did you and Ms. Schemmenti get together?”
“Mrs. Schemmenti, now,” your wife corrects.
“How did you and Mrs. Schemmenti get together?” Jada repeats her question.
You tell them the child-friendly version of your love story, and by the end of it, the kids are giggling with glee.
“Thanks, Mrs. Schemmentis!” the group of girls hug the two of you before running off and sitting down in a circle a few paces away. They’re clearly talking about their own love lives, and you can hear one of them say that they hope they find a partner like the two of you.
Eventually though, the students start settling down, some in the gym and some in the cafeteria. A few of the other teachers have volunteered themselves to stay in the different rooms with the kids, and your usual crew somehow gets hallway duty together.
Your wife was smart enough to bring one of your blowup mattresses from home and gets it set up while you make sure that your kids are settling down well enough to not give the other third grade teachers a hard time. When you get back, your bed is made, she’s in her pajamas, and she’s propped up by the wall as she chats with Barb. The two of them are watching is Janine lays out a sleeping bag, telling the two of them that she’ll actually be fine sleeping on the floor because the tiles are cold and it’ll help her sleep better.
“Yeah kid,” Melissa laughs. “Don’t complain when your back is killing you tomorrow.”
You grab your bag from next to Melissa before heading into the bathroom to change. When you’re finished, you settle on the bed next to your wife, but she has different plans. She gestures for you to sit in between her legs and prop yourself up against her. The two of you take up this position at home quite often, but you’re shocked she’s allowing you to do it at school in front of your coworkers.
The teachers that you’re sitting with all trade stories and reminisce about their years at Abbott. Every once in a while, you put in your own little quip, but you mostly let your friends do the talking.
You feel Melissa’s arms around you, her right hand tracing patterns on your hipbone like she does at home, while she uses her left arm to hold you up, her left hand finding it’s place to rest on your stomach.
Barbara is telling some story about the first year that her and Melissa started, a story that you had heard hundreds of times between the two, when you feel your eyelids get heavier.
“And then Melissa-” and that’s the last thing you hear before you fall asleep in your wife’s arms.
It takes a bit for your wife to realize that you’ve fallen asleep. She had noticed your breathing start to even out, but she just assumed that you were relaxing for once.
“Aw,” Janine coos. “Y/N is so cute when she’s sleeping.”
“She’s asleep?” Melissa raises a brow as she looks down at you. Sure enough, you’re sound asleep in her arms. “No more stories. Goodnight.”
“What?” Jacob asks. “But we were just getting to-”
“I said good. night.” the redhead silently challenges him to argue back.
“Melissa dear,” Barb says softly. “We’re all just having a good time, and Y/N has been asleep for the last fifteen minutes. Surely, us continuing to chat won’t wake her.”
“Barb,” Melissa grits out.
“What’s the fuss?” the kindergarten teacher asks.
Your wife bites her lip before glancing back down at you and kissing your temple. “None youse better tell Y/N I told you this.”
They all cross their hearts silently.
“She struggles a lot with sleep. She takes medication to help her, but sometimes it don’t always work. On nights where she really has a hard time, the only thing that can really get her to sleep and stay asleep is me.”
“How cute,” Jacob says softly.
“Y/N was pretty nervous about tonight, knowing she couldn’t take her medication with the kids being here and having to respond to something if we have to. We also have routines for when she can’t take her medication or when it just isn’t working.”
“Sex?” Ava chimes in.
“No,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “But she really thought tonight was going to be a sleepless night for her. So if she’s sleeping, youse need to shut up so she can stay asleep. And if she wakes up, there will be hell to pay. Woman needs it after only getting two hours of sleep last night.”
Barbara nods and starts to get herself comfortable on her own mattress.
“Is that why she always comes in looking exhausted?” Gregory asks.
“On days when she can’t sleep, yeah.”
“And you come in looking exhausted too?” Janine clarifies.
“Yeah. I stay up with her and try to find ways to get her to sleep.”
“Damn,” Ava sighs as she lays down. “I just thought y’all were freaky.”
There’s a chorus of a hushed, “Ava!” before everyone else lays down and gets ready to sleep.
“If any of the kids need anything, Y/N is last resort,” Melissa warns as she gets you to lay down. She curls up next to you, kisses your temple, and lets her eyes flutter shut.
You wake up the next morning feeling absolutely refreshed. There’s no chatter around you like you thought there would be.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Melissa whispers as she brushes a few hairs away from your face. You blink your eyes open, and there is your wife looking as gorgeous as ever holding her coffee mug. You glance around- there’s no students.
“Everyone else is up with them, and they’re all having breakfast in the classrooms,” she tells you as she hands you your mug.
“Crap,” you mumble as you go to sit up. “I guess I gotta get to my room so they can-”
“Mr. J has our classes handled,” your wife tells you.
“How did the kids get around me?” you ask as you run your fingers through your hair.
“Silently,” she chuckles. “I pretty much told them that if you woke up, everybody would get a demerit, and the offender would get a detention. That kept them quiet.”
“Mel,” you sigh.
“You needed sleep.”
“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you guys last night,” you sigh as you take her mug out of her hands and take a sip. The coffee tastes perfect.
“You needed it. The others knew you needed it too, so they told me they would help wrangle the kids back to the classrooms for breakfast.”
“They knew?”
“They see the way we walk in here sometimes… after long nights,” the redhead clarifies. “I kind of had to tell them when I threatened that if anyone woke you up, there would be hell to pay.”
“Oh good god,” you mumble.
“Jacob already gave me an herbal tea recipe that supposedly helps with sleep, so we can try that tonight,” your wife rolls her eyes in good nature.
You nod and take another sip of her coffee. “Okay, let’s go deal with our kids.”
“Mr. J has it.”
“I don’t need Mr. J telling my kids that Illuminati runs the world,” you roll your eyes as you climb off the air mattress. The two you get into the room just as Mr. Johnson finishes writing the word.
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thinking about giving this man ^^^ head in an airplane bathroom.
SMUT - MINORS DNI
Jisung is finding it hard to sleep. Adjusting the firm pillow the flight attendant gave him over and over, trying to find a comfortable position. Against the window? No. Reclined back? No, and now Minho is kicking his seat. Resting on the seat in front of him? No, not after Seungmin kicked his seat back.
Fuck, he’s not asking for a lot here. Even just thirty minutes of rest is better than staying awake for the majority of this long flight. Putting the pillow in his lap, he throws his head against the headrest, letting out a quiet groan of frustration. He even took melatonin — why is it damn near impossible?
Not to be dramatic, but he doesn’t even think he remembers what sleep feels like.
You, on the other hand, look like a peaceful little angel. Curled towards him in your seat, pillow against the armrest. You were asleep well before the plane even taxied, snoring by the takeoff.
He can’t help but glare at you, eyebrows furrowed as he stares enviously. You didn’t even touch the pill bottle, it’s not fair that you get to sleep without any assistance.
It’s petty, and Jisung knows it, but if he can’t sleep. Neither can you.
“Baby.” He mumbles, running his fingers softly through your hair. Not wanting to wake you aggressively, but needing you to be up with him.
There’s a cute scrunch of your nose before you start to stir, bringing your fists to your eyes. “Are we there?” Your voice is so groggy, a little whiny from your nap being cut short.
“Not yet.” He keeps his voice low, wanting the conversation to be kept to your shared row. “I can’t sleep.”
You groan, sleepy eyes blinking up at him. “Take more melatonin.”
“I already took the recommended amount. It’s not working.” He takes off his hat, running his hands through the messy locks. “Can you hang out with me for a bit?”
It’s so selfish of him to make you suffer alongside him, but isn’t that what relationships are all about? Mutual suffering on bumpy airplane rides?
With a sigh, you sit up, the sleep still heavy on your face. He’s lucky that you love him, or you would’ve already attempted to suffocate him with your pillow. Lifting the armrest, you scoot closer to him. Jisung lifts his arm to let you lean into his side, cuddling in the small airplane seats.
Immediately he relaxes into the seat, your weight on his body soothing him. You hoist your right leg over his left, letting the limbs tangled together. This feels better, like the soft hand of slumber is finally wrapping around his wrist. Dragging him into the peaceful realm to spend the last few hours of the flight—
—but that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? Sure, it’s nice to feel your body heat, but it also makes his body betray him. Cock starting to swell in his sweats as you adjust in the seat, practically sitting on his lap.
Ah. Fuck. Is this why he couldn’t sleep? Was some part of his subconscious keeping him up for this?
It’s hard to miss the erection; you easily brush against in the cramped space. Tilting your head up from the resting spot on his shoulder, you raise your eyebrows at him.
“Sorry.” He mumbles, hands starting to wander down your body. Slipping between your legs to pull you closer. “You just feel nice.”
You giggle softly, nudging your nose against the bare skin of his neck. “Is this why you woke me?”
“No, baby, I swear—“
“I’m not mad.” Your teeth scrape beneath his ear, pulling a shaky breath from him. “Do you want help?”
Fuck. Fuck yes, he does. Jisung feels like the wind has been knocked out of him, taking shaky breaths as he nods his head. You peek over the top of the seats, checking to see if anyone seems to be paying too much attention to the two of you.
All sound asleep, a symphony of snores louder than the roar of the engines in first class. Perfect.
There’s no need for a discussion, both of you quickly undoing your seatbelts and moving into the tiny bathroom towards the front of the plane. You enter first, leaving Jisung to stand near the door.
Not necessarily a preferred location for an intimate moment, but when in a pinch, Jisung can’t find the will to care.
You drop to your knees as he unties his joggers, pulling both them and his boxers down in one go. Tongue rolled out, a bit of spit clings to the end of it, dripping onto his shoes.
“Fuck.” He groans at the sight, threading his fingers in your hair as he pulls your head closer. “Come here, sweet thing.”
The second his cock slides in your mouth, your eyes flutter back. A muffled moan vibrating your throat as Jisung slowly starts to move his hips. Maybe it’s the turbulence, maybe it’s the thrill of getting blown thousands of feet in air, but he swears you’ve never felt so good.
“Goddamn it.” He grunts, bottoming out with your nose against his pubic bone. You look so blissful, completely relaxed even as you let out little chokes around his length. “Look at you, swallowing my cock so well.”
That’s when your eyes open, bright and happy from the praise. Oh, you are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. So eager to just have a taste of him that you’ll take it whenever, wherever he wants it.
He should really take advantage of your mouth more.
When Jisung starts to fuck your face again, it’s rougher. Each thrust hitting the back of your throat, gags getting louder and sloppier. Spit is making his cock glisten, rolling down to his balls and giving him the chills.
Can you believe he wanted to be asleep? What a waste of time.
You ground yourself by holding onto his thighs, nails digging into the skin and causing your partner to hiss. The sting of it makes everything so much better — a bit of pain mixed in with his pleasure. It’s what shoots him higher, body tumbling in outer space and threatening to explode.
“Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum.” He grunts out, head making a thump as it hits the restroom door. The confession excites you, sucking on his cock harder as if trying to force it out of him.
He can’t take it. Fuck, it’s so good, your mouth working like it’s your only job. Bringing him a mind blowing pleasure. Right as his head starts to stretch, ready to blow, he pulls you off his cock. Ropes of cum cover your face in hot, heavy waves. All over your forehead, cheeks, chin. There’s so much of it, painting you so prettily.
There’s not a thought in his head as he hauls you to your feet. Your eyes are shut, careful not get any in your eyes as he switches positions with you. Pinning you to the wall, he presses his body against yours.
Then, you feel his tongue on your face, cleaning his own mess for you. It’s filthy, the way he groans when the salty flavor fills his mouth, warmth sliding down his throat. There’s no way you can keep your eyes shut, blinking them open quickly to see the ravenous look on his face.
Feral. Hungry. So far out of his right mind that you’re almost terrified of what he’s capable of.
“Don’t make a sound.” He whispers, voice darker than you’ve ever heard it. Tongue flicking across your chin, you barely register the hand that’s wrapping around your throat. “Unless you want this entire plane to hear me fucking destroy you.”
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Hi Ellie, so nice to meet you! Loved your first piece ("my girl" as a pet name makes me fold like a lawn chair)! May I please request something with Jack? The specifics are up to you, but may it please be someone who is plain and very quiet in public. I feel like that would raise some eyebrows with Jack being so outgoing and sought after. Please and thank you. P.s. I listened to "Waste" by Foster the People while daydreaming about this if you want a song rec. Sorry!
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First of all, thank you so much for being my first request I was soooo excited! I got a little carried away with this idea, and I may have strayed a little from your original request so apologies there. But I think this turned out pretty cute! Also, I ended up listening to the song while writing this… 10/10 great music taste 😋
Posting on here still makes me kind of nervous, but I do want to say thank you to everyone who enjoyed my last fic!!!! I am taking request and I’m so excited to fulfill some more :P I hope this fic is good!!! 
WC: 961 😧😧
Tw: social anxiety (?)
Throughout your life, you were known for your quiet demeanor, often keeping to yourself to avoid unnecessary conflict or attention. This didn't mean you were a loner; it just meant it was harder to break your shell. To anyone else, you may come off as withdrawn or timid, and honestly, that's true. But it's just a persona for those you aren't close to.
Growing up as family friends with three charismatic and unusually talented brothers was refreshing. You got to experience what life would be like if you had possessed those traits, not watching in envy but adoration. That adoration focused itself on the middle brother, Jack.
Jack didn't even have to try to get you to let your guard down; it just happened. He radiated a feeling of comfort that made him so easy to be around. After years of chasing each other, right as Jack was entering his first year in the NHL, you guys finally got together. You complimented each other in ways that were both unexpected and perfect, filling in the gaps the other lacked.
Life had picked up pace, and both of you succumbed to work. With Jack in Jersey and you back home in Michigan, you didn't get to see each other often. Being enrolled in university didn't allow for free time; you were either busing tables or hitting the books. Even though you and Jack shared troubling schedules, you two always found time to chat, even if it was late at night. Eventually, your schedules aligned. You finally were able to catch a flight to Jersey to see your boyfriend in action. On top of that, the New Jersey Devils were having a get-together for all of their wives and girlfriends. That made Jack ecstatic. He was so thrilled to be able to show off his girl, he was practically bouncing off the walls. You, on the other hand, felt queasy at the thought.
Jack had picked you up from the airport and took you back to his apartment. After basking in each other's company for the rest of the day and making up for lost time, you two settled in bed. As soon as the covers were pulled over, Jack was out. Your touch was something he craved for so long, and to finally have it alleviated all his stress, acting like melatonin.
Unfortunately, sleep didn't come as easy for you. Your mind was racing, thinking about every outcome tomorrow would bring. Will his teammates like you? Will their girlfriends like you? Eventually, you tired yourself out, and your eyelids fluttered shut with your fingers tangled in your boyfriend's hair.
The morning was spent over a cup of coffee and breakfast Jack surprisingly hadn't burned, sharing kisses and embraces in between. Both of you got ready in unison, helping Jack with his outfit and him attempting to help you with your hair. The ride to his teammate's house, who you knew as Bass, was quiet. Jack could tell you were nervous and had rested his palm against your thigh, rubbing small comforting circles. He parked along the street and opened the passenger door for you to exit. With your hands clasped, you both walked towards the front door.
Immediately, the door swung open, revealing a tall guy with a toothy grin who greeted you.He pulled Jack into one of those guy hugs and ushered you two in the door. The room was loud which made you instinctively lach to Jack's arm. Settling on the couch, surrounded by other players and their partners, Jack got to socializing. You felt eyes on you. The words you spoke were minimal and ended with you introducing yourself, with the help of your boyfriend. Your head rested against Jack's shoulder with his arm snaking around yours leaving his hand resting on your leg.
Soon enough his conversation fizzles out and he looks down at you with a soft gaze. He leans down to reach your ear, “You okay, baby?”. You let out a hum. At this point, your nerves were gone, but this still wasn't your crowd. “I'm good, just taking everything in…” you reply finally using your words. His lips meet your forehead while his hand caresses your cheek.
You two were so lost in your bubble to hear the conversation of a few of the girlfriends on the other sofa. “They are so different” one of them giggles. “I know…but it's too cute.” another responds. Jack smiles at you and turns back to talking now occasionally giving you the chance to nudge in.
As the night came to a close, you found yourself feeling a sense of belonging you hadn't anticipated. Surrounded by Jack's teammates and their partners, you realized that acceptance wasn't as elusive as you once thought. Back at Jack's apartment, you two snuggled up on the couch. His phone pinged with a text from one of the guys. “Hey take a look at this y/n…” Jack said as he shifted his phone to be your view. “Bratters girl, Nicole, wants to see if you wanna go to the WAGs luncheon thing before the game tomorrow. Look at my girl making friends and shit!” He exclaimed while pinching your cheeks. You pushed your head into his chest to hide your smile.
Today, you hurdled more than you could have if you were to do it alone. Jack brings out the best in you, pushing you when you need it. With Jack by your side, facing any uncertainty seemed less daunting. As you settled into bed, wrapped in each other's embrace, you felt a profound sense of contentment wash over you. Tomorrow might bring new challenges, but you knew that as long as you had Jack, you could face them head-on, together.
#jack hughes#jh86#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes headcannon#simplyhughes#njd#new jersey devils#jack hughes x y/n
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Cady’s Cousin pt.2
A/N: sorry this is mostly like “texting” also the relationship/couples I have in here are (karen and gretchen), (cady and regina), later I’ll add (janis and reader) and maybe (aaron and kevin g) idk maybe lol I won’t be tagging the ships since they’re not the main ship I hope y’all liked this lol
(Sunday 8:30pm)
*Cady created a group chat*
Cads 🦁: hey guys I made this group chat so (Y/N) can get to know you guys, you guys can get to know them, and just for fun 👍
???(1): aw Cady that’s so sweet, this is Aaron by the way lol
(Y/N): can everyone send their name please 🙏
???(2): karen 💕
???(3): Beyoncé
???(4): that’s Damian ^, this is janis 👾
Damian🌟: janis you’re no fun this is homophobia
Janis👾: yeah I hate the gays 🙄
karen💕: ??? u hat me 😞
Janis👾: no not you karen just Damian
karen💕: o okie 😽
???(5): the hottest bitch you’ll meet
(Y/N): hi Regina
Cads🦁: Y/N!!!
(Y/N): cads chill I know she’s off limits
Regina👛: aw baby you’re so cute when you’re jealous
Janis👾: barf 🤮
(Y/N): 😭😭😭
(Y/N): wait where’s Gretchen?
karen💕: sleping 😴
Damian🌟: Important question! Y/n are you one of them queers?
(Y/N): I would be offended if you thought I wasn’t
*damian has named group chat “fruit loops”*
Janis👾: I-
(Y/N): oh that’s-
Damian🌟: OK STOP BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO THE GAY BLACK MAN IM A MINORITY HERE
Regina👛: how’s everyone feeling about school tomorrow? I’m kind of excited mostly because the school cheese fries just hit different yk?
Cads🦁: I’m excited too but for classes I picked an extra math class this year
(Y/N): ha nerd 🤓
(Y/N): I’m nervous lol but at least I have you guys
Janis👾: I’m not excited I hate school it keeps me from doing more important things
(Y/N): like what?
Janis👾: sleeping
Damian🌟: I’m excited I decided that I’m gonna take the new senior only theater class which is a little out of my comfort zone but I’ll manage
Aaron🧍♂️: I was supposed to be graduated last year so I’m not excited at all
(Y/N): YOU GOT HELD BACK?!?! WHAT?!?!
Aaron🧍♂️: yeah I failed English and history so I couldn’t graduate
Cads🦁: it’s ok Aaron now you get to be with us for another year 😊
(Sunday 11:50pm) fruit loops
(Y/N): guys I can’t sleep
Janis👾: same I’ve been lying very still and it’s not working
Damian🌟: janis did you take the melatonin I gave you?
Janis👾: yeah but it’s not working 😔
Damian🌟: welp that’s a you problem then
(Monday 2:30am) fruit loops
(Y/N): do you think I can fit 40 mini marshmallows in my mouth?
Janis👾: oh absolutely
(Y/N): omg ur still awake too?
Janis👾: yeah lol
(Y/N): I just put 35 mini marshmallows in my mouth idk if I can fit more
Janis👾: if you fit all 40 I’ll give you 5 bucks
(Y/N): challenge accepted
(Monday 2:37am) fruit loops
(Y/N): I fit all 40 and almost choked lmao
Janis👾: lmao nice your $5 will be given at school
(Y/N): yippieeee
(Y/N): dude I literally can’t sleep
Janis👾: wanna call? That’s what me and Damian used to do before he got a good sleep schedule lmao
(Y/N): um sure me and my friend back home used to do that too
*incoming call from Janis👾*
“Hi” you whispered suddenly feeling a little more tired with her company even if it was only over the phone “hey” janis said with a small yawn “nice shirt” you say seeing her Lego movie shirt “oh um thanks” she says with a laugh “so what’s up?” “Let’s take turns asking each other questions until we fall asleep” you say with a little yawn “hmm ok favorite color?” She asks you “ooo definitely (your favorite color), how about you?” “Hmm either green or purple” “ooo good choice, hmm hobbies?” “I sing and write a little but I guess art even though I don’t consider it a hobby it’s more of a lifestyle” “art? Can I see some?” “Yeah sure I’ll show you some stuff tomorrow” you both yawn “shit it’s 3 am” janis sighs “fuck” you chuckle sleepy “um I’m getting tired” janis says with a tired laugh “me too” you say starting to close your eyes “good night (y/n)” “good night Janis” you say with a yawn falling asleep as she hangs up
Monday 5:30am
“Pst…(y/n)? You gotta wake up” your cousin said lightly shaking you “ugh five more minutes” you mumbled “no come on up you gotta get ready” she insisted, you got up against your body begging to go back to sleep “good morning sleepy head” Cady said with an enthusiastic smile “cads what time is it?” “5:33” “doesn’t school start at like 8:30?” “No it starts at 8 and I wanted to make sure you had enough time to get ready and have breakfast, breakfast is very important” “uh huh…mm thanks cads” you say with a yawn deciding to get up and look through your clothes “meet me in my room when you’re done getting dressed, ok?” Cady said “um ok?” You said grabbing your favorite jeans and shirt then going to look for your jacket as your cousin left
(Monday 5:40 am) fruit loops
Gretchen🌷: good morning everyone soooo so sorry for not texting yesterday I went to bed early
Regina👛: it’s ok Gretch don’t worry about it
Regina👛: also damn I think Janis and (y/n) our new insomniac duo
(Y/N): unfortunately yes I’m so fucking tired also good morning Gretchen
Aaron🧍♂️: why are you guys up so early it’s not even six yet? I literally woke up because of all the buzzing
(Y/N): cads woke me up :(
Regina👛: my skincare and makeup routine take like and hour
Gretchen🌷: I like mornings ☀️
You finished getting ready and headed over to Cady’s room like she asked you to. “What’s up cads?” “Eee (y/n) ok so first of all how are you feeling about your first day” “a little nervous and tired I only got like 2 and a half hours of sleep” “oh goodness (y/n) why didn’t you sleep sooner?”cady says concerned “Because I wasn’t tired?” You half joked. Cady hands you a paper. “That’s a map of the school the way Janis sees it she gave it to me on my first day I feel like it could be helpful for you” “oh um wow thanks cads” you say giving her a half hug. Your aunt knocks on Cady’s open door “hey girls good morning” “good morning mom” Cady says enthusiastically, you yawn “morning” you say with a small smile “I’ve got to head to work but I’m assuming you girls have a ride?” “Yeah Aaron’s gonna pick us up I think?” Cady answers “alright I love you two, be on your best behavior and call me or text me if you need me” your aunt says as she leaves “bye” you and Cady say at the same time. You head to the kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal
(Monday 6:40am) fruit loops
Regina👛: my mom is doing a coffee run what does everyone want?
Damian🌟: iced coffee, oat milk, vanilla
Gretchen🌷: just the usual for me and Karen
Janis👾: iced coffee, oat milk, lavender
(Y/N): um (your coffee order) please
Cads🦁: can you just get me a tea?
Regina👛: yeah of course I’ll get your favorite
Aaron🧍♂️: regular coffee, cream and sugar please
Regina👛: ok also who’s picking up who today? I can get Karen and Gretchen as usual
Aaron🧍♂️: my mom said I don’t have car privileges this week so I can’t give anyone a ride
Damian🌟: I can get janis for sure but if anyone else needs a ride I can get them too
Cads🦁: can you give (Y/N) and I a ride please we’re ready whenever you are 👍
Damian🌟: yeah I’ll be over in 10 then we’ll go get Janis because I know she’s not ready yet
Janis👾: I would be offended but it’s true
Regina👛: alright meet at our usual spot?
Aaron🧍♂️: 👍
Damian🌟: sounds good see y’all soon
#janis ‘imi’ike#regina george#cady heron#gretchen wieners#damian hubbard#karen shetty#aaron samuels#mean girls 2024
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⚕️Always (James Wilson x Reader)
Fluff Oneshot
No NSFW
Decently short read
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You had a rough day yesterday. You work as a psychologist at the Princeton–Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, and no matter how much you tried it seemed like everything was going wrong with your work, and you had developed a sore throat of your own. When you finally came home you took a melatonin. You usually don’t take any because it messes with your sleep schedule, but tonight was going to be one of those sleepless nights; you could feel it. You finally went to bed at around 9 or 10pm. Somehow you knew it wouldn’t help.
You had just woken up from a nightmare, one where you lost James. It was terrible. You looked around to see he had his arms wrapped around you. It was still nighttime it seemed. You felt terrible. You had a headache and a sore throat, you were congested and nauseous as well. You went out into the kitchen to grab a water bottle from the fridge to somewhat soothe your throat and you noticed the time on the microwave. “2:18am?!?” You think to yourself. It was obviously early but you didn’t think it’d be that early. You thought about going to bed but quickly realized you wouldn’t be able to, you had already woken up, and if you took a melatonin you were worried you would be asleep for the next 8 hours, and you had to be in at work by seven. But at this point you weren’t sure if you were even gonna go. You groan and stumble across the kitchen to grab tissues, having ran out of the ones in the bedroom and needing to unclog your nose. You stand there staring at nothing in particular, in a sort of sick half awake haze. Suddenly you feel a familiar hand wrapping around your waist from behind you, with his head resting on your shoulders.
“Mm.. What are you doing up?” He mumbled with his face still leaning on your body, he was obviously much more tired than you. It was no surprise you woke him up though, he holds on to you almost for dear life when you guys are in bed
“I’m sorry did I wake you?”
“That doesn’t matter, what’s wrong?” He turns you around to look at him despite the dark atmosphere
“Nothing I just don’t feel the best… my throat is sore and I didn’t have the greatest day at work yesterday I guess”
“Are you sure that’s it? I may be half asleep but something doesn’t feel right”
“I… I don’t know, it’s really childish and.. weird” You struggled to get the words out. Although it was just a dream, it was bothering you a lot, but you weren’t sure whether to tell him. Tears pricked your eyes.
“You can tell me anything, I won’t think it’s ‘weird’, trust me”
Tears start threatening to roll down your cheeks, and you let some of them go.
“I- I had a dream where.. where I lost you”
He pulls you into a tight embrace.
“It’s not childish, or weird. I’m scared of losing you too. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”
You both stay there like that for some time, just holding each other and crying on the other persons shoulders as James draws circles on your back with his fingers.
After a bit James pulls away and plants a kiss on your forehead.
“As much as I would love to continue doing this, we should probably go check your temperature.” He says with a soft giggle and wipes away the tears from your cheeks with his thumb “Don’t worry, it’ll be okay, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” He pulls you into the bathroom and sits you up on the sink counter and takes your temperature.
“No fever.” A slight beep comes from the machine. “But you’re still hot to me.” He smirks and leans in closer to you
“Oh shut up!” You blush and lean in a bit closer as well. He closes the gap of space between you two and kisses you. You pull away after a few long seconds.
“I don’t want you getting sick..”
“I’d be honored to get sick by you but.. you’re probably right especially with work tomorrow.”
“Yea”
“Hey uhm, speaking of work tomorrow, what did you wanna do? Because it’s really early and I know you can’t go back to sleep because you’re ‘already up’. I mean if you’re going to stay home I’d be willing to cancel tomorrow to take care of you if you’d like.”
“That actually sounds really nice, especially with some of the cases I’m working on at work right now.” You smile at him. “Thank you, for everything this morning.”
“I’ll choose you always.”
He picks you up from the counter and takes you to the bedroom where he cuddled and took care of you as you rambled on about your work troubles, giving you water, tissues, a hot towel for your headache, and even a lot of kisses despite your protesting and concern for his well-being.
-Blooper thingy!!!
Cuddy: *Enters Houses office* “Hey have you seen Wilson or L/n?”
House: “Oh please they’re probably staying home cause Wilson fucked them too hard or something.”
Cuddy: *Rolls eyes at him* “Thanks for the helpful very needed input.”
House: “Anytime!” *The door slams*
#I’m so proud of this#is his personality even canon in this#i’m only on season one#oneshot#fluff#james wilson#house md#gregory house#dr wilson#x reader#fanfic#lisa cuddy#dr cuddy#housemd
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𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊
❏ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Morpheus x reader
❏ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff
❏ 𝐰𝐜: 1.6k
❏ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The handsome (possibly otherworldly) stranger you met on one faithful night has helped you with your insomnia for weeks. How could you not fall for him? ... Whoever he may be.
❏ 𝐚/𝐧: This was very impulsive and I’m still getting used to Dream’s character so sorry if this sucks, I had a silly idea and I ran with it :)
❏ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: me being down horrendously for Tom’s whole... everything🥺i just think he’s dreamy ❤
Sleep rarely comes easy for insomniacs, like you.
So you find ways to remedy that; melatonin, exercise, changing schedules, etc. The most successful measure so far has been to simply go for a walk. Though it gave you terrible anxiety to step outside your home at night, at first, you soon grew accustomed to it.
Safe was not the way to qualify the way you felt, after a while of doing it almost every night. But somehow, it began to bring you comfort in a strange, routine way.
That was until the shadow of an unknown man nearly scared you half to death.
He was tall and lean, physically nonthreatening, but what scared you was not the fact that he was before you or what he looked like. It was something more unusual.
It was the way his eyes gleamed like pearls in dark water, the way the shadows warped around him like a black hole. And how, after a few steps, it was all gone. He looked as human as all the other ones that passed by you at night.
Who knew he'd stop beside you and start a conversation in the most ominous way possible… you did. You knew he would.
"You're having trouble sleeping." He stated, not asked, stated, voice deeper than the ocean and as gentle as its waves lapping at the shore on a peaceful morning.
You stopped, compelled by his sureness and his velvet smooth tone, turning to the side to watch his back, "How-" you sighed, "Is it that obvious?"
Thinking for a moment of the impressive eye bags you must be sporting you realized that yes, it is that obvious. Not realizing it was too dark for anyone to be able to see that.
“Somewhat. I can help with that.”
From then on, your solitary walks became not so solitary due to the company of the mysterious stranger. He didn’t give you a name, but then again you didn’t give him yours either. Though it somehow felt as if he already knew.
You'd talk for as long as it took for you to get sleepy, which wasn't long, at the beginning. It seemed like his presence alone was enough to null your insomnia almost entirely, leaving you just enough energy to walk back home and flop unceremoniously onto your bed.
Then, as if getting used to a medicine, you began to feel it later, allowing the two of you more time to talk, about everything and nothing at all. About the secrets of the universe and what you did for work.
He didn't mention many things about himself, he spoke of others much more than of himself. He spoke of his sweet and patient sister, an unruly employee, a friend he hesitated to call a friend.
You didn't know much about him, but not for lack of trying, he just seemed unreasonably good at dodging your questions or giving you just enough to be satisfied. Sometimes your own body betrayed you and you started feeling incredibly tired just as he got ready to give his answer.
No matter, you valued his companionship more than answers. So you didn't dare push.
Today, you don't show. As your friend arrives at your usual spot, he catches no sight of you, feels not your presence around.
Three gentle knocks on your door make you jump, wiping at your cheeks while standing up from the bathroom floor. Who could it be at this hour?
You open the door to see your companion of sorts, standing deathly still in his black coat with his arms at his sides.
He'd helped you home before, so it isn't too surprising to find him here now. The surprise comes from the fact that he cares.
He's never been too forthcoming about his feelings, especially his feelings for you. Part of the reason you're so upset comes from that, exacerbated by your awful day.
"Are you alright?" He asks in that voice, sweet and warm like melted chocolate, and you nearly break all over again.
"Yes, yeah, just… very bad day."
"Would a walk help?" He offers almost sheepishly, an expression so soft and vulnerable and so unfamiliar on him.
But yes, a walk would indeed help.
Side by side you walk silently, down the same path you always take. There are less people around tonight; it makes the silence thicker, at least to you.
The man goes to speak, before a droplet of sky falls upon the tip of his nose, followed by a barrage of others.
You giggle as you bring up a hand in front of you, palm up to catch the rain, which promptly slides off your skin. The terrific timing amuses you, as if the sky is crying for you.
"We should get back inside." He offers gently, hesitantly grasping the sleeve of your jacket to pull you back slightly. You look up at him with wide, reddened eyes and a sad smile. His tender stone heart breaks at the sight.
"Let's have some fun first."
You grasp his hands directly, only slightly startled by how cold they already are, and pull him this and that way, awkward but joyous.
It makes your heart sing. Almost makes you miss the look in his bottomless blue eyes. It stops you in your tracks.
He looks at you not with pity but something close to it. Not condescending but hoping to comfort, to share your pain. Compassion? Perhaps commiseration?
Either way, it makes your smile falter as he steps closer, impossibly close, so that his breath is felt upon your skin when his rose lips part to let it through.
"I know what you've been through, not just today. Your dreams have shown me all of it. So why do you deny it? Why do you hide it, even from me?" He speaks so low you feel as if you shouldn't be able to hear him offer the pouring rain. But you do, with startling clarity. His words somehow find a way into your ears without issue, as if spoken directly into them.
"Why would you care?" You don't acknowledge how impossible it all sounds, that he knows. He makes you believe it, "I mean, I don't even know your name, we're basically strangers!"
Your forearm twitches with the intent to pull away, but his grip tightens when he senses it. He wouldn't let you even if you tried, he will not let you run from this.
"Does it matter? Do you really need something as superficial as a name to believe that I care for you? As if I haven't kept you company every night for weeks?" The wetness of his gaze is not due to the rain drenching both of you. He's hurt and the knowledge that you've brought forth such a powerful emotion on his marble features makes you falter.
"I- I don't need it. But it'd feel better to call you something other than 'stranger'." You offer meekly, wishing to make yourself small as a mouse beneath his unwaveringly serious gaze.
"Then tell me, if I give you my name, will you believe that I care? Will you call upon it when you need me? For whatever the reason. No matter how small?"
"What- Why? How?" All he needs is one meaningful look as his hand slides to your cheek, saying ‘Trust me’, without the words.
You search his expression for a moment, taking in the way his hair seems just as wild as before despite now being drenched. You linger there because you fear what you may find in his gaze now.
When you look, you find his eyes to be not icy as before, but more akin to a calm sea, lapping at the sand as gentle as a lover's touch. There's so much emotion you feel as if you could try to take it apart for eternity and still not understand the depths of it.
But you see it there, that spark of what you'd hoped so dearly you'd one day find in his gaze. Fondness. Adoration. Love.
"... I believe you."
The corner of his mouth tugs upward past the spot where you think it'd stop, where it's always stopped. You never thought you'd see him smile so wide.
He leans even closer and you hold your breath, "And you'll do as I asked?"
What a tease.
"Yes, I will. I promise." You speak hurriedly, leaning as far into him as you can without him realizing. Of course he does, by the smug smirk tugging at the corner of his pink, plump, kissable lips…
You're put out of your misery soon enough. When those wonderful lips finally touch yours, slowly, moving like satin across your own.
The rain continues to slide over you both, creating waterfalls that drip into your mouths along with the love you pour into the kiss. Your hand runs through his now soaked hair, grasping at his coat with your other hand as you lose yourself between his lips. He’s relentless, as if he’s been waiting to do this for weeks, which he might’ve been.
Pulling away feels like Hell on Earth. You cling to his form just a little longer, hoping to change his mind about pulling away, even though you desperately need the air it’s provided you.
His forehead rests upon yours as he opens his impossibly blue eyes while you try to keep down your shivering from being soaking wet from the rain.
“My name is,” he begins slowly, low like a secret meant only for you, “Morpheus.”
You blink for a second before the name settles inside your mind. And like a stone tied to a string, it pulls at something else, “Like- like the GREEK GOD?!”
#the sandman#sandman x reader#sandman x you#sandman x y/n#morpheus#morpheus x you#morpheus x reader#tom sturridge#tom sturridge x reader#dream of the endless#endless
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Sorry if this is too personal for an ask, you seem to have developed a very mature and nurturing way of navigating past relationships... ofc this might just be from the outside looking in but still. In my experience and cultural background (monogamous, cishetero, conservative) -and despite outgrowing most of that education- I still struggle with grief when it comes to unresolved feelings for previous partners.
I understand that it's a very nuanced thing and it involves lots of factors for each particular person, in any case i thought I'd ask for your thoughts on this from your perspective and maybe some good literature to go along with it?
hi friend ❣️ i’ll start by saying, if you’re asking this question you might be feeling a bit tender, so i hope you’ve got some softness - that you’re receiving it from others, and that you give this to yourself. thank you for your trust.
read more bc this might be a long one.
there’s a lot of different things i’d like to say. i’ll start by saying the framework of polyamory really helped me here. the biggest lie of compulsory monogamy is that exclusivity means safety. monogamy sells you that the goal is to Date and then be Exclusive and then Marry and then you’ll be Safe. but marriage doesn’t mean safety: people divorce all the time; cheat on each other all the time; people stay in unhappy marriages (and relationships) all the time. i believe there is no such thing as safety in relationships - monog or otherwise. at the risk of being dramatic: in one way or the other, you will either lose them or you will die first. grief is not only a risk of love, it is a guarantee.
when i fall in love with someone i ask myself: is this person worth grieving? so far, the answer has never been no. but i walk in knowing i will either die first, or grieve them. it’s a bitter pill, but it gives me freedom, because it also means that the end of a relationship isn’t necessarily a failure. if i’ve learned, if i’ve grown, if the relationship gave me happiness, i consider it a success.
on that note, experience does help. i’ve had three or four Big Breakups(tm). and they don’t get easier, but now when i get my heart broken i know i can survive it. i may be in the Big Ouchies for a while but i won’t keel over and die. like a bad flu.
my work when i’m in the Big Ouchies is to not let my body deteriorate. i need to drink water especially if i’m crying; eat food even if i’m not hungry (that one’s tough for me); take myself out for walks even if the flowers aren’t out. if i can only eat butter pasta, so be it. if the only way i can sleep is taking melatonin, so be it. everything else, the processing, the learning, etc, can wait a second. when i’m in the Big Ouchies, i see what i can take off my plate. my priority for a few weeks is just to get through the searing heat of it. (two week statute of limitations on exclusively eating junk food tho. we do need vitamins and protein.)
the next step for me is to take what’s mine. i believe people when they say they love me, and when they say why; no take-backsies. whatever i learned from them is mine now. whatever confidence they gave me is mine now. i give myself credit for the things i loved about them: it’s a reflection of my values that i did. those are things i can cultivate in myself.
i do by myself or with friends the things i wanted to do together. i read that book we talked about. i go to that show i got us tickets for. i wear that sweater i got them. slowly, all these things become mine and stop being reminders that i lost them.
when i want to text them i text a friend a friend instead. ideally not to talk about them (although i do that too) but to make plans so i don’t isolate myself. it doesn’t fill the hole but it helps.
over time the missing gets softer around the edges. there’s one ex from years ago i think about every day. but it’s a soft kind of missing now. it kind of keeps me company. it’s proof i had a love worth having.
i don’t really have Breakup Literature but every time i’m in the Big Ouchies i reread Love Enough by Dionne Brand. I’ve talked about this book before. It soothes my heart each time.
When i’m in the dark pits of it I listen to Banks. When I have the energy to be angry or feel spiteful I listen to Dezi and Havaiah Mighty.
Sometimes the missing never leaves. That’s okay. I can still enjoy the sun on my skin and the taste of clear water.
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Jaune: Pop quiz time. A train is traveling west to east at speed of 300km/h. The driver applies the brake producing a deceleration of 1.4m/s/s. In newtons, how hard will the man in carriage 7 mash his face into the seat in front of him and realize most of the problems in his life are created not by external circumstances but by his own repeated self-sabotage?
Ruby: Jaune?
Jaune: Are human tears primarily composed of a) water b) antibodies c) a quiet admission that all of our plans and dreams will eventually turn to forgotten dust or d) salt?
Ruby: Jaune!
Jaune: Daniel gets salty at criticism and admits he is wrong: never. In years, how long will it be before he alienates all of his friends with this behavior and finds himself entirely alone?
Weiss: Is this supposed to be a personal attack?
Jaune: Rachel has chosen to remain alone at home for the evening and drink two liters of red wine. Please identify the correct chemical formula for consumable alcohol. Is it: a) C2H6O b) C2H5OH or c) The 17th time this year Rachel has attempted to solve an issue by escaping it internally simultaneously knowing at some point, however difficult, she will have to confront whatever it is that went wrong and why?
Weiss: Yo what the fuck?
Jaune: If the y axis is a sense of purpose, and the x axis is the course of a person’s life time, please explain the significance of this result. *flips them off*
Ruby: Jaune this isn’t funny.
Jaune: Quiz ain’t over yet. Alice and Pierre are having a significant disagreement. Pierre says ‘why didn’t Obi-Wan Kenobi remember R2D2 in star wars episode IV?’ Alice says 'he did, because, like, remember when he called him his little friend.’ Pierre replies 'then why did he say he didn’t remember owning a droid.’ And Alice returned 'that’s because R2D2 was Anikin’s droid.’ Who is right and why?
Jaune: Please study figure 66 of the world not giving the slightest shit. And relatedly refer to figure 72 of the world before you were born. Then the world after you’re gone. Then the world after everybody is gone.
Jaune: *Holds his arms apart* Is this angle a) acute b) obtuse c) reflex or d) the hug we desperately wish we could ask for but have convinced ourselves that the pain of existence must be carried alone on our backs forever and ever?
Weiss: This is a personal attack.
Ruby: I’ll hug for as long as you want as much as you want.
Jaune: Ava and James sometimes interact digitally. This month James has responded: 4, 3, and 7 days after Ava’s messages so as to give the impression he is uninterested despite being completely infatuated with her. What is James’ median reply time and why will he live miserably ever after?
Weiss: Is this why you don’t text me back immediately?
Jaune: Arthur knows people who are nice to him, and people he likes. Please explain why the only people he pushes away are the few who belong to this intersection.
Ruby: I don’t know…
Jaune: An intersection is a point where two lines cross over. Will and Claire intersect on a street. Claire is thinking 'Do you know that I still love you? That I will always love you? I was never as happy as when things were good between us and I wish it could have worked and I’m just so sorry.’ Will is thinking 'Not a day goes by where I don’t remember your little and big kindnesses. And I recall the heights of happiness we climbed to. And how sure we were that it couldn’t go wrong until it all went wrong and I’m just so sorry.’ Their lines will not intersect again. Why are people like this?!
Ruby: Jaune, what the actual fuck.
Jaune: This year Amelia has suffered a death in the family, a break up, and several personal crises. Calculate her remaining resistance to completely loosing it when Christopher says: 'Hey you look sad. have you tried going for a run? Have you tried the paleo diet? Have you tried melatonin?’
Weiss: Okay Jaune we get it.
Jaune: I’m not finished with the exam. A pine cone is the canonical fruit of the pine tree. It isn’t sentient but it also doesn’t suffer for possessing sentience. Therefore, would you rather live as a) a pine cone b) a pine cone or c) a pine cone?
Jaune: A pine cone experiences neither shame, anxiety, nor the long months that turn grey and numb for conceivably no reason. Using only the terms 'gnaa!’ and 'aaahahaah!’ explain what a nice condition it must be to be a pine cone.
Jaune: A pain cone is traveling from west to east at 300km/h. If the driver applies the brakes even if the pine cone bops its head, even if the pine cone comes home to its house burning down and its life destroyed, even if the god of darkness manifested in the sky and started laying waste to continents with anti-matter beams shooting out of his ass please explain why the pine cone will witness and bear these things with ease and experience no self contradictions, no sadness, but merely boundless calm.
Ruby:
Weiss:
Jaune: And for extra marks please explain why evolution or a deity would bestow upon a person a big enough brain to realize they are fucking up but make them too stupid to stop fucking up and if your answer is 'happiness’ please show all your workings.
Ruby:
Weiss:
Jaune: If your answer is 'happiness’ please show all your workings
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Loved your Will Smith story!!! Could you do one where he looks after his girl when she’s having trouble sleeping?
It was the middle of summer, you and some friends decided to rent a beach house to celebrate graduating, you had been having trouble sleeping the past few nights, mostly because you didn’t know where any of the girls went, the boys were staying a few houses down and figured they were there or at the boardwalk, but it was hard to sleep when they would come home in the night. It was your third sleepless night and you couldn’t take it anymore, you knew where they would be, they specifically told you, but you still couldn’t sleep. You rolled over in bed seeing the time was 12:30 am, you figured your boyfriend wouldn’t be up but you texted him anyway.
Will, I can’t sleep, can you come over? Within seconds he was typing a response.
Of course, I’ll be there in 5. You left your room and sat on the couch in the living room waiting for him to arrive. You heard the knock on the door and opened it to see Will standing with a blanket, pillow, and an extra shirt.
“Oh baby, you look exhausted,” he said stepping in. He slipped his shoes off and guided you to the couch.
“Trust me I am,” you said groggily.
“Lay down,” he said putting a pillow at the end, you followed his instruction. Will draped a blanket over you and it was already working, you were starting to feel better. He moved closer to you, letting your legs rest in his lap. He rubbed your back as you turned sideways to get more comfortable.
“Thank you, Willy,” you smiled looking back at him. He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek.
“You’re welcome, now close your eyes and get some sleep love,” you closed your eyelids which were already feeling much heavier. You can’t quite remember when you fell asleep but when you woke up, you were back in your bed and Will was right there next to you. His arm was warm on your stomach. You looked at the time seeing it was almost 11, you slept soundly for that long, it was a shock to you. You turned over to face Will, he was still asleep. You attempted to wiggle your way out of his grip, but he pulled you closer as his eyes snapped open.
“Good morning beautiful, did you sleep okay?” he said softly.
“I couldn’t have slept better, what time did I fall asleep?” you asked as he let go, letting you sit up and stretch.
“Literally two minutes after I got here,” he laughed still laying down next to you.
“Aww really I’m sorry,” you laughed.
“Don’t apologize, you needed help falling asleep, and it worked, you were out cold and I carried you to your bed,” he smiled, sitting up next to you.
“Oh,”
“Yeah, then I went to the living room just to make sure everything was okay in front and the girls came back and were being loud so I told them to be quiet cause you needed to sleep.”
“Yeah… maybe that’s why I’m not sleeping,” you laughed again.
“Then I saw it was like two so I was like I’ll just stay to make sure you’re alright, then I fell asleep.” Will loved to talk, he caught you up on an entire night you missed while sleeping, and you weren’t paying full attention because you thought he was so cute in the morning, his messy hair, sleepy eyes, and maybe him not wearing a shirt due to heat didn’t help.
“Well, I can tell you now that you are like human melatonin,” you blushed.
“I think you just wanted me here with you,” he grinned.
“Maybe,” you shrugged.
“You’re cute when you sleep, except for your snoring,” he teased.
“I do not snore,” you put your hands on your hips.
“Okay whatever you say,” he laughed. You ruffled his hair “messing it up” teasing him back. He tried to get your hands off his hair, but you fought back.
“Hey,” you shouted as he shoved you, causing you to fall back into bed.
“What?” he said laying down next to you. You looked into his pretty eyes which always pulled you in.
“Nothin,” you said getting closer to him.
“Nothin,” he copied.
“Nothin,” you said once again. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips, pulling you even closer to him if it was possible. Your hands found his hair once again as your lips locked, you slowly moved your fingers through his curls, forgetting about all the stress and worry you had on this vacation.
It was the middle of summer, you and some friends decided to rent a beach house to celebrate graduating, you had been having trouble sleeping the past few nights, mostly because you didn’t know where any of the girls went, the boys were staying a few houses down and figured they were there or at the boardwalk, but it was hard to sleep when they would come home in the night. It was your third sleepless night and you couldn’t take it anymore, you knew where they would be, they specifically told you, but you still couldn’t sleep. You rolled over in bed seeing the time was 12:30 am, you figured your boyfriend wouldn’t be up but you texted him anyway.
Will, I can’t sleep, can you come over? Within seconds he was typing a response.
Of course, I’ll be there in 5. You left your room and sat on the couch in the living room waiting for him to arrive. You heard the knock on the door and opened it to see Will standing with a blanket, pillow, and an extra shirt.
“Oh baby, you look exhausted,” he said stepping in. He slipped his shoes off and guided you to the couch.
“Trust me I am,” you said groggily.
“Lay down,” he said putting a pillow at the end, you followed his instruction. Will draped a blanket over you and it was already working, you were starting to feel better. He moved closer to you, letting your legs rest in his lap. He rubbed your back as you turned sideways to get more comfortable.
“Thank you, Willy,” you smiled looking back at him. He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek.
“You’re welcome, now close your eyes and get some sleep love,” you closed your eyelids which were already feeling much heavier. You can’t quite remember when you fell asleep but when you woke up, you were back in your bed and Will was right there next to you. His arm was warm on your stomach. You looked at the time seeing it was almost 11, you slept soundly for that long, it was a shock to you. You turned over to face Will, he was still asleep. You attempted to wiggle your way out of his grip, but he pulled you closer as his eyes snapped open.
“Good morning beautiful, did you sleep okay?” he said softly.
“I couldn’t have slept better, what time did I fall asleep?” you asked as he let go, letting you sit up and stretch.
“Literally two minutes after I got here,” he laughed still laying down next to you.
“Aww really I’m sorry,” you laughed.
“Don’t apologize, you needed help falling asleep, and it worked, you were out cold and I carried you to your bed,” he smiled, sitting up next to you.
“Oh,”
“Yeah, then I went to the living room just to make sure everything was okay in front and the girls came back and were being loud so I told them to be quiet cause you needed to sleep.”
“Yeah… maybe that’s why I’m not sleeping,” you laughed again.
“Then I saw it was like two so I was like I’ll just stay to make sure you’re alright, then I fell asleep.” Will loved to talk, he caught you up on an entire night you missed while sleeping, and you weren’t paying full attention because you thought he was so cute in the morning, his messy hair, sleepy eyes, and maybe him not wearing a shirt due to heat didn’t help.
“Well, I can tell you now that you are like human melatonin,” you blushed.
“I think you just wanted me here with you,” he grinned.
“Maybe,” you shrugged.
“You’re cute when you sleep, except for your snoring,” he teased.
“I do not snore,” you put your hands on your hips.
“Okay whatever you say,” he laughed. You ruffled his hair “messing it up” teasing him back. He tried to get your hands off his hair, but you fought back.
“Hey,” you shouted as he shoved you, causing you to fall back into bed.
“What?” he said laying down next to you. You looked into his pretty eyes which always pulled you in.
“Nothin,” you said getting closer to him.
“Nothin,” he copied.
“Nothin,” you said once again. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips, pulling you even closer to him if it was possible. Your hands found his hair once again as your lips locked, you slowly moved your fingers through his curls, forgetting about all the stress and worry you had on this vacation.
#hockey boys#hockey fan fiction#college hockey#nhl fan fiction#hockey fanfiction#hockey imagine#ice hockey#will smith#hockey#nhl x reader#nhl draft 2023#nhl fanfiction#nhl hockey
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melatonin tears (b.chan x reader)
a/n: I feel like there’s a weird trend w me and pre-bedtime fics. sorry this took so long anonnie!! xoxo
warnings/genre: fluffy ending w angst, arguing, swearing, gn reader (should be, please tell me if anything implies otherwise!)
“There’s no way you’re gonna be on my ass about not sleeping when I had to drag you out of the studio at three am last night-“
“Are you seriously arguing that? I told you, it’s my job! You don’t have an excuse to be up this late!”
You rolled over in your bed, the argument replaying in your mind as you tried to ignore the ringing in your ears from the skull-splitting ache or a post-sob headache. You didn’t mean to snap at him, and sure you knew your boyfriend had good intentions, but storming into your room to complain how you’ve been staying up as of late when you’ve been doing your hardest to cope with insomnia was not exactly the best way to help you get a good night’s rest.
Chris and you are both night owls, even without the pressures of work or lack of natural melatonin flowing through your body. But him getting from the studio at five am to see you awake sent his boyfriend senses into a frenzy, your tired eyes practically heart wrenching.
“Why in the world are you still up?”
“Did you just get home? I couldn’t sleep.”
“Do you even know what time it is?”
He knew very well he probably should’ve been more supportive in the moment, as Chris reflected on the way he was too harsh with you. He laid on the couch, wanting to give you space as he felt like he too would burst into tears if he heard your sniffling. He didn’t mean to act so rashly, but the idea of you going through restless nights like he did made him go insane.
You were still up. Of course you were. Your head and eyes were too swollen to sleep, and you couldn’t help but recollect the harsh exchanges of words.
“Baby,” Chris murmured, slowly opening on the door after a gentle knock. “Can I come in?” You didn’t respond in fear of your voice cracking, but you merely made a noise of affirmation. “I’m sorry about earlier. I wasn’t in the right headspace, but that’s not an excuse and I shouldn’t have done something like that.” He sat, both of you back to back.
“I just can’t believe you were being so hypocritical—You stay up until like sunrise for no reason but when I do it ‘cuz of my insomnia I’m being reckless? I can’t control it!” You insisted, curling further into your comforter.
“I’m…y/n, I stay up because of work. I just don’t want you to get poor health, I was worried and tired and I just wasn’t thinking straight, I never would’ve yelled at you. I know your insomnia is bad, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, taking a shallow breath. He slowly laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as you scooted further into his chest. His heartbeat was comforting.
“I just want you to take care of yourself!”
“I want the same thing but you never listen, you can’t just march in here acting like such a hypocrite!”
He squeezed you gently, brushing your hair off from your neck. “I love you. Let’s go to bed?”
“I love you too. You’re all the melatonin I need,” you joked, as he placed his chin on top of your head, tangling your legs together.
“Your own personal brand of NyQuil.”
#bang chan x reader#bang chan#stray kids imagines#stray kids reactions#stray kids scenarios#stray kids x reader
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labyrinth
EDIT: i fucked up and forgot to add a pic and it won’t let me so. yeah. also i fixed the out of order mistake i’m so sorry😭
ONCE AGAIN THE OC JORDAN IS NOT MINE‼️‼️‼️ it’s the dearest @kotoprincesa !!
hey…life…am i right?
yeah hopefully you saw the post LMFAO ya boy has had a weird week
i’m sorry this is a short one but like i said shit is crazy
i rlly hope i’ll have time to write tomorrow 😭
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AND SINCE THIS IS LATE IM GONNA FINALLY TELL U HOW EVERYONE GOT THEIR NICKNAMES FROM BKG MWAHAHA YES:
Sero-tape arms/soy sauce:
1. tape arms is from when it was their freshmen year of high school, and sero once got RLLY drunk at some senior’s party….anyways he got tied up by a bunch of girls. with tape. (yes he did cry as the gang ripped off the tape) fun fact!! Jordan was actually at that party (their cousin was the hostess) and was the one who told the bakusquad abt him getting taped up!
2. soy sauce is from the very first prank Kaminari did on the channel where he gave sero a glass of soy sauce but told him it was coke (sero didn’t speak to him for three days afterwards)
Mina-pinky/raccoon eyes:
pinky is like rlly obvious she has pink hair, BUT raccoon eyes is a much more funny story! you see, just like her lover; kirishima, she too had a sort of…alt-y phase. in her case, she experimented with black clothing but more importantly, black eyeshadow. like. a LOT. kirishima thought it was the CUTEST thing ever and was low key upset when she stopped doing it💀
Kirishima-weird hair/shitty hair/spiky:
he just had a rlly bad haircut when they came back to school for their sophomore year, it was legit like how teen guys had it in the early 2000s-gelled up into spikes 🫥
Kaminari-Sparky:
he tried rewiring their broken fan in college. got electrocuted. went to the hospital. yeah.
Hitoshi-eyebags:
he may not get sleep now, but it was RLLY bad their jr year of high school dear GOD. everyone would have to FIGHT him to get him to go to sleep, even putting that powder melatonin in his drinks 😭😭 (it was actually kats’ idea :(( such a sweetie)
Shoto-IcyHot:
shoto had this…phase…half way thru sophomore year of high school where he would over work himself with sports/work that he would literally put on icyhot every. single. day. (it drove EVERYONE crazy but no one dared to say anything)
Jirou-headphones:
ALL throughout high school jirou always had her headphones in. there wasn’t one time where she wasn’t listening to music and bkg being the old man he is thought it was “incredibly rude” and “disrespectful” (karma is a bitch tho bc after this HIS nickname was old man)
Momo-ponytail:
yeah the gang wasn’t kidding when momo went thru an INTENSE ponytail phase like she would gel it and everything😭😭😭the girls would be begging for momo just to keep it down or else she’ll keep getting called jojo siwa by the freshmen
Iida-four eyes/glasses:
….uh it’s kinda obvious LMFAO
Ochako-pink cheeks:
so bkg and ochako were actually #besties after they put their differences aside (after bkg apologized to izuku) and she would ALWAYS go to him and rant abt her crush on Iida. so, as “revenge” he would call her pink cheeks whenever she was talking to Iida. HOWEVER that so backfired on him bc the nickname made iida think bkg liked ochako (he also noticed their newest infatuation w/each other) and iida one day went to bkg to tell him HE liked ochako and was like “i see that you and ochako have made a new relationship, but i just need to tell you i have feelings for ochako.” anyways. bkg was going thru new anger management stuff and he had to take VERY deep breaths in order not to lose his shit LMFAO
Izuku-Nerd:
….do i really need to say anything? 🤨🤨
hope you enjoyed that! thank you for the wait i love u guys 🫶🫶🫶
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fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
- you know it’s bad when kats is up at 1AM
- ain’t i a genius for that thomas the train gossip account? huh? hm?
- Jordan keeps their man in CHECK (they love each other) and Sero is half scared, and the other half find it very sexy
- also when i wrote that part all i could think of is that one song “walk him like a dog sis” because toshi and Jordan got that covered
- do u like mina and kiri’s users😇😇 idk if i do but whatever
- that gc has…some stuff in it. mainly just all the things of bakugou’s the gang has taken, broken, or lost LMFAO
- toshi and kam are just so cute i’m throwing up sobbing rn
- kiri always scowls at “unnecessary” language but then cusses too… double standards (he has never once called out mina tho HA)
- i feel like i’ve said this before but i need to say it again; i just KNOW in my SOUL kiri uses the laughing emoji
- sero and kam are mina’s ultimate hype men
- kacchan and deku-bed friends forever!
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Erik with an Insomniac Darling
For Mazzy friend~ hope your day at work is going well @darling--core 💕
Erik is very particular about his sleeping arrangements.
Well… he’s particular about everything, but his sleep habits are on a whole different level.
They have certain shirts and sweatpants that they wear to sleep. Erik goes to sleep at a certain time every night, and spends about thirty minutes or so before that reading in bed. He has to have silk sheets, with the bed made, the fan on overhead, a glass of water on the nightstand, and, as of late, you next to him.
Any disturbance in these irks him greatly. So, of course, they’re perturbed when you wake them by crawling out of bed in the middle of the night and walking around the apartment. It takes him a few minutes to wake up fully and figure out what feels so off.
Erik stumbles out of bed, a headache beginning to gnaw at his temples, but his irritation dies out the second he sees you on the couch. The way you’re sitting with your arms wrapped around your knees, looking so upset… it kills him.
You just couldn’t sleep tonight. No matter how hard you tried to let go of the day and relax your body and mind, they just would not cooperate. You’d done your best not to wake Erik, but here he was, disheveled and staring at you blankly.
“Sorry,” you offered, lowering your gaze. “Couldn’t sleep.”
They hummed in acknowledgment. “May I sit with you?”
You think about it, and nod slowly, hoping he’s not going to fuss at you. He sits beside you gingerly, careful to leave a little bit of space between you since your body language is so closed off.
“Is there something on your mind?”
You snort at the absurdity of the question, stopping yourself short of a full, humorless laugh. What isn’t on your mind, honestly? Your thoughts have been going a mile a minute all day, with no signs of slowing down.
“Just… everything,” you sigh. “Everything is a lot right now.”
Erik shifts in his seat uncomfortably. He’s not sure how to comfort you yet, and he’s even less sure as to why he’s so compelled to try anyway. Erik isn’t one to take risks and brave the possibility of failure. And the chances of him cheering you up seem low.
“Is there anything you need? I have some melatonin, or maybe you could try some wine? Are you perhaps… thirsty, or hungry?”
“No, I’m alright. Medicine and booze haven’t worked in the past, anyway…” you pause, blinking away the frustrated tears that had been building up as a devious little idea strikes you. “Maybe… it would help if we cuddled and you read me a story?”
“That’s…” absurd, is what he intended to say, but the way you’re looking at him so hopefully tugs at his heart strings. He looks away and coughs lightly into his sleeve. “I… suppose I could do that. Just… choose any book from my shelf. I’ll be waiting in bed.”
With that, he stands and stalks his way to the bedroom, hiding his face. He can’t hide the way the tips of his ears are flushed pink, though.
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