does literally anyone else have this problem or is this an original experience (not being able to find x reader fics or Ai chat bots of smith from atlas)
guys please help i need him so bad you dont even know and its not that i cant write its that it doesnt feel the same when i read my own writing HELP ME HELPP HELPP
You turn the taps on slowly, filling up a glass of water before bed. You smile when you feel familiar arms encompass your waist as he rests his hands on your stomach. Smith rests his chin on your shoulder and kisses your neck, his soft lips send a shiver down your spine. Turning the taps off to stop the water overflowing, you lean in closer to him. You bring the glass up to your lips and drink as Smith hugs you, heat radiating between your bodies.
“I’m going to bed, are you coming?” He mumbled into your ear, removing his arms from around your waist as he walked towards the doorway. His absence causes your smile to fade. You finish your drink quickly and place it in the sink, hoping to be in his arms again soon.
“Yeah.” You say as you plod towards him, your hand out stretched, yearning for his. Smith takes your hand into his, caressing your skin with his thumb. You sigh happily as Smith leads you upstairs, trailing behind him as your hands are entwined. He pushes the bedroom door open, closing it quietly behind him, only letting go of your hand temporarily as he switches the light off. The room is plunged into darkness but you can still make out the shadow of the bed as light creeps in through the curtains.
Smith turns to face you and you smile back at him admiringly. You begin to unbutton his shirt for him as he runs his fingers through your hair. After you finish unbuttoning his shirt, he takes it off and discards it on the floor behind him. You roll your eyes and pick it up, folding it into a neat pile on the nearby chair as Smith strips down to his boxers and clambers into bed, pulling the quilt back before he crawls onto the mattress. He pulls the covers over his chest and stares absent-mindedly at the ceiling.
You walk over to him, smiling at him sleepily after taking off your jeans. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead as you say goodnight; unexpectedly, Smith tilts his head up and catches your kiss on his lips. Breaking the kiss momentarily, you straddle his lap and lean down towards him, continuing from where you left off.
Your noses touch as Smith grabs at your hair, pulling you in even closer. Your lips touch and Smith opens his mouth slightly, allowing you to deepen the kiss. You giggle against his lips and break the kiss, rolling over him to the empty space beside him.
After finally settling into bed under the duvet, you turn towards Smith and lay your head against his chest. His heart beats rhythmically in your ear and your breathing synchronizes with his. You let a small sigh escape your lips as you close your eyes, relishing the warmth of his chest. Smith presses a small kiss to your hair and rests his head against yours. The pair of you lay there in contentment, not wanting to move in the morning.
Pairings: Smornby x reader sandwich (gender neutral pronouns used)
Warnings: Fluff, fluff everywhere
Summary: Smith, you and Ross are stuck at the airport as your plane is delayed in the early hours of the morning.
Words: 861
“Flight 11H76X to America has now been delayed for 14 hours due to bad weather.”
“Oh great! We can’t even go home because we got here by taxi. So now what?” Ross asked the ceiling, flailing his arms in the air, like that would make any difference. He sat down with a sigh onto a bench next to him and hung his head in his hands. Ross pulled out his phone and sent trott a quick text:
Stuck at the fucking airport for a day. Hope you’re enjoying your dinner because all we have is a pack of skittles. Hope it rains. R
Within seconds, the familiar ping sound was heard from Ross’ hoodie. He pulled out his phone almost instantaneously, and typed in his passcode. Trott had sent Ross a picture of him and Katie all cosy on the sofa watching Netflix with a takeaway in their laps. What a prick.
“I’m off to the loo.” Smith suddenly proclaimed, looking away from the flight board and instead looked at you and Ross expectantly. You glance at Smith momentarily and roll your eyes, walking over to him in a huff. “Take my bags over to Ross, go and get us all a good seat” he grinned, holding out his hoodie and hand luggage. Your hands brushed for a fraction of a second longer than usual, making you blush as you walked away towards Ross who was currently tapping away on his phone.
“Hey Smith said he was gonna go for a piss so here’s his bag. I’m keepin the hoodie, I’m pretty cold.” You announce, sitting down in the empty seat beside him. Ross immediately offered his hoodie instead, warning you that Smith would want his hoodie back but you took no notice. “I’m sure he’ll let me borrow it for a bit, I’m freezing. He’s not that mean” You add, smirking at Ross.
“Well if I’d known you were that cold, you could have had mine ages ago” He said, putting his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. You grin to yourself, trying to hide your flushed cheeks by pulling the hood up over your head. You feel Ross’ head drop against yours, the pair of you becoming sleepy.
“What time is it?” You whisper, feeling as if you were about to drop off, the warmth of Smith’s hoodie only adding to your fatigue. Ross checked his watch lazily, yawning when he realised the time.
“It’s like, 1am; I’m shattered” he mumbled, dropping his arm back into his lap, as another sigh escaped his mouth. You feel your eyelids becoming heavy, closing them as you nuzzle into Ross’ chest again. You drift off into a deep sleep, already exhausted from the journey to the airport.
Smith returned from the toilet and smiled to himself, shaking his head slightly at the pair of you. Ross was also fast asleep against you, his arms wrapped around you. Smith walked over to Ross and tapped him lightly on the shoulder, waking him up from his slumber and was greeted by a very small voice.
“Is that you Smith?” He asked, his eyes still remaining closed as he yawned and tried to drift off again.
“Yeah it’s me mate, I think we should move, there’s a mother over there on the floor with her kid. She probably deserves this seat more than we do.” He whispered, cautious that you were still asleep in Ross’ arms. “I can’t carry you though mate, you’re pretty heavy, so you’re gonna have to get up and carry the bags for me.” Smith detached Ross’ arms from you and pulled down the hood. He caressed your face as you stirred a little, and then he scooped his arms underneath your legs and head, picking you up effortlessly as you went back to dreaming.
Ross stood up, half-asleep, and stumbled over to the mother who lay in the corner of the airport with the bags. He set the bags aside and bent down towards the woman, who looked quite surprised when she saw him.
“There’s some free seats over there if you want to take you and your kid over there, probably a better place to fall asleep than the floor” He whispered, trying not to wake the child by him. The woman nodded in acceptance, seeming very grateful and moved to your old seats within a few minutes.
Ross leant up against the wall, the bags next to him. Smith sat down beside him and lay you down on his lap, wrapping his arms around your back and waist as you rested your head against his shoulder. Ross looked at Smith sleepily as he rested his head on Smith’s other shoulder.“Goodnight Ross, love you” Smith slurred as he pressed a kiss on Ross’ hair. “ G’night to you as well, love you just as much. Maybe more than Ross” he said, planting a soft kiss against your cheek.
Ross punched Smith lightly on the arm and pulled out the blanket he had stored in his carry on luggage. He pulled it over the three of you and sighed happily, drifting off into a pleasant slumber almost immediately.
