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[nnight-dances]

ONE KISS, ONE LOVE

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit

TROPES: established relationship!au, idol!wonbin, age gap vibes but no real mention, reader babies wonbin like he deserves to be, texts at the end, just sickening sweet stuff

WATCH: wonbin's night routine

NOTE: inspired by the video above! once again, these wonbin fics write themselves ... he might be my favorite boy to write rn or maybe that's just my way of coping!! anyway don't be surprised if i just start spamming u with the wonbin fics i just have too many good ideas. but they're all gonna be set in this same established relationship style, he's just so bf coded lol... anyway, enjoy <3

you've been in bed for a good twenty, clad in cream pyjamas and skincare intact, when you hear the frontdoor open – signalling your boyfriend, wonbin's arrival. you pause the video you're watching on your phone and sit up to greet him, "bin? welcome home." his heavy footsteps stop where his figure finally comes into your view.

wonbin looks wiped out, no doubt, eyes shadowed by his somnolent lashes. he stares at you for a moment before humming, the sound halfway between a thank god you're here and i could die right now. he peels his layers off with speed, black leather jacket hung up on the tree-shaped rack near your closet and his other outerwear finding its place on the small cabinet next to it.

you watch fondly as even in his fatigue, he patiently makes sure no outside clothes pollute the bed. as soon as he's in nothing but his white tee and boxers though, he jumps onto you, deflating the air out of you like a body pillow.

"hello," he mumbles, face disappearing into your chest where he snuggles closer. 

"hi, love," you welcome him warmly, fingers carding through his hair as a force of habit. you breathe against his limp body, letting him unwind on top of you as he often does. it's a silent activity, a night routine of sorts for wonbin on his longest days. he'd trudge home and settle close to you, wordlessly like a cat looking for soothing. 

sometimes, you talked to him about your day and he'd hum along, eyes on yours telling all you needed to hear. other times, you would go back to doing whatever you were doing – watching a show, playing a game, or talking to a friend – while he recharged. he even insisted it worked best when you were just doing your own thing.

today, you do neither. setting your phone aside, you occupy yourself with wonbin himself, first meandering through his charcoal hair and then trailing down to his neck, tracing hearts and stars into his skin. you can feel him relaxing under your touch, his face finally coming back into your vision. 

"tired," wonbin says, voice coarser than ever. "need to sleep." 

"i know, baby," you croon, "wanna wash up first?"

he shakes his head adamantly, "no. sleepy."

you laugh softly, "angel, i'm sure you are but you can't sleep with your makeup on, can you?"

"had a few drinks with taro hyung," he murmurs as if that explains his behavior.

"really? you had time after practice?"

"he snuck it into practice. beer after all that sweating was nice."

"wow, look at you," you muse, hand brushing his bangs out of his eyes, "you sound like an old man."

"i am," wonbin pouts, "let the old man go to sleep."

"sorry, love, i can't do that," you say.

"rude."

"say what you will," you sit up fully, pulling your sluggish boyfriend with you. ignoring his groans, you kiss his nose, "wash up, okay? can't have my rockstar breaking out because he was too lazy to wash his face before bed."

he groans again but this time it's an endearment, his kiss on your cheek disguising his smile. "but i can't move, y/n. please."

"i'll help you," you snake out of the sheets, squatting as you heave wonbin out as well. he stands up unwillingly, head wilting like a sad flower. you laugh, pulling him toward the washroom, "will you listen if i do all the work?"

that gets the job done alright because two minutes later, wonbin's settled against the sink with you between his legs. you crane around his tall limbs to reach for his products, having memorized his night skincare by now. 

cleansing balm in hand, you carefully cover every inch of his face, the makeup turning into oil gradually. "okay, babe, now rinse your face for me."

"you said you'd do all the work!" he complains without missing a beat. 

you glare at him, "i can't possibly wash your face without making a mess of both of us."

"sounds like an excuse to me."

sulking, he turns around, washing the balm off. next, you go in with his foam cleanser, gently circling his cheeks and forehead. despite all his earlier declarations, he watches you attentively, his hand loosely clasped around your waist to keep you in place. you have to scold him midway at one point when he gets cheeky and sneaks a hand down your pyjamas, feeling the hem of your panties. 

eventually, you dry his face off with a hand towel. "there," you peck his cheek, "all clean."

when he doesn't let go of your waist, you raise a brow at him. "you only love me when i'm clean," he scowls, "don't you?"

you narrow your eyes at his tantrum, "i think you're forgetting how i'm sacrificing my screen time before bed to clean you up right now."

he looks unconvinced as he tails you out of the bathroom. he's about to throw himself back onto the bed when you stop him by his hand. "change first," you explain, pulling out fresh pyjamas and throwing them at him. 

wonbin stands idly and it's only when he starts raising his arms up that you realize he wants you to do it. you sigh, "bin, you're such a baby today." but you smile as you pull his shirt off, disregarding the way he instantly flexes when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. slipping his pyjamas on, a piece at a time, you clap when he's done.

"i would make a great mother," you pat yourself on the back.

"you can adopt me if you want," he shrugs and you snicker, "i don't think i need to." 

"you want anything to eat before you sleep?" you ask as if you hadn't quite literally brushed his teeth. "chocolate," he says without any conviction and you roll your eyes at him, watching as he launches himself at the bed.

"quick, come here," wonbin whines. you pad over to your side of the bed and join him, giggling when his body curls around you instantly. his nose finds its indent against your neck this time, cold and fresh. 

for a minute, you think that's all you'll hear out of your boyfriend for the night. but it's just as you're about to reach for your phone when he speaks up again, "sorry if i'm boring."

you're not sure if your ears hear right, "what?"

but his voice is solemn, "...i'm probably kinda boring lately. so i'm sorry."

you turn on your side to face him completely, hand coming to rest against his cheek. "bin, you idiot. you coming home is the best part of my day."

"really? even though i'm too dead to do anything?" he perks up but his eyes gloomy, "we don't even fuck anymore. or go to the movies. or go out at all."

you laugh, "you're making us sound like an old couple on the verge of divorce, baby. you're just busier because of your comeback! i'm so excited and you should be, too."

"i am. but i don't want bore you."

"you don't, though. i'm lucky enough i get to see you at night and take care of you when i can. plus, it's not like you won't have more time after your promotions, right? we can do everything you want then."

wonbin blinks at you, his cool hand finally coming to meet yours where it was still caressing his cheek. he kisses your palm, "thank you. i'm glad."

"of course, love. now, go to sleep or you'll regret it tomorrow," you chirp, rolling over and shutting the lights off quickly.

"...you really would be a great mom," wonbin laughs at your behavior. 

"good night, wonbin."

"good night, mom."

you hit his arm at his brazenness but when he just laughs again, the sound is too sweet for you to even pretend to be mad. so instead, you hug him closer, hand on his bicep and his legs tangled with yours. 

–

bin: I AM FREE AT LAST

bin: FROM THE SHACKLES OF IT

you: …

you: how would ur fans react if i leaked our texts

you: so much for being mysterious

you: "shackles of it" boy have you ever touched a book

bin: okay so you're rude today

bin: i miss y/n mom version

you: ew?? if u have a kink i dont think this is gonna work

bin: because…? 

you: is sungchan still single

bin: i was kidding! haha!

you: ok.

bin: seriously tho let's do smth fun 2nite

you: i get off work late today :(

bin: whatttt you have a life outside of me :0

you: do you WANT me to break up with you???

bin: what i meant was i will be there to pick you up <3

you: wtv man idgaf anymore

bin: noooo

bin: i'll do anything you want don't be mad

you: anything?

bin: well other than leaking our texts ofc

you: i want to live together

bin: ???

bin: we alr do

you: wonbin 

you: baby

you: you just always come over to my place

bin: i sleep there it's my home wdym

you: and you still pay the bills for your place?

bin: i don't make that bag for nothing

you: ok so what if we lived together instead

bin: but i really like your place!!

you: i do too

you: let's make it our place 

bin: shit

bin: i just actually blushed irl

you: :) 

you: is that a yes

bin: i want to marry you

you: okay well let's calm down

bin: did u just reject me

you: i'm telling u that you're gonna regret proposing through text

bin: i love u and i want u to be my wife

bin: omg i just shed a tear at the thought of calling u that

bin: wife…. im changing ur contact name

bin: or should i change it to fiancée? since we havent yet tied the knot

you: park wonbin

you: we are 20 years old

bin: untrue

bin: im 22 

you: i am not marrying you right now

bin: … is there someone else

you: i'm not marrying anyone right now

bin: ok so i'm not husband material

you: you are

bin: i'm not father material? you: no comment

you: but we aren't ready babe

you: let's take it slow k?

you: just move in first

you: we have so many memories to make

bin: you're such a flirt

you: ??? u just asked me to marry you but sure

bin: i'll be moved in by the time you come back home

you: i thought you were picking me up

bin: that was before u asked me to move in

bin: now i have to bring all my stuff over

bin: which side of your closet can i use? bin: also thoughts on letting me keep my rock collection next to your figurines?

you: right side and no

bin: wow u didnt even think about it

you: imagine we get into a fight

bin: i refuse to

you: i'm just saying i would be tempted to throw them rocks at u

bin: you would do that????

you: depending on what u do

bin: why are you expecting me to do anything at all????

you: …experience

bin: wow

you: to be loved is to be known

bin: you can't flatter me now

you: i love you 

bin: …

bin: i love you too

[tac-the-unseen]

The Lost boys x Reader bathing headcanons

Slight NSFW

•There are a couple ways the boys bathe

•there's actually a giant pool in the back of the cave that's connected to the ocean via tunnels

•Sometimes they just use a public restroom to freshen up. But they use the caves pool more often

•they have it completely decked out

•Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body scrub, bath bombs, loofahs, everything

•And they take bath time very seriously

•It's a time no one play fights or really even speaks

•It's scary quiet

•All of them turn uncharacteristically soft and gentle with each other. They take their time bathing and washing each other

•While it's started with David's ‘No splashing’ Rule it turned to really soft and romantic

•It's a bonding/mate/pack activity they all value and look forward to

•Vampire Bats Bond with each other by grooming and cleaning off debris

•All of them turn uncharacteristically soft and gentle with each other

•Paul and Marko shut up for once in their unnatural lives, Dwayne and David are unnaturally touchy

•They all want to wash you off and expect the same from you

•Is there some (not so) light groping and touching but it only goes farther when the bath is done

•David loves to wash your face

•Dwayne loves to wash your hair

•Paul loves to wash your chest

•Marko loves to wash your arms and waist

•They all enjoy you washing them anywhere but do have specific spots they love you washing

•David loves when you wash his chest, it makes him feel strong and masculine

•Dwayne and Paul like it when you wash their hair, They both like that it feels very intimate (And they need a little help washing all that hair)

•Marko likes it when you wash his back, he feels safe and strong

•David has Charcoal shampoo

•Dwayne has Cinnamon and Apple shampoo

•Paul has Mint and chocolate Shampoo

•Marko has Lavender and coconut Shampoo

•They do try and mix the scents together to use it on you, when you refuse the horrible concoction, they pout a bit but respect it

•Afterward they dry each other off and drag themselves to the nest to cuddle (whether they are clothed or not is based off on how tired they are)

•The smell of weed, leather, sweat, and hair gel comes back the next night

Thanks for reading <3

I'm still working on the requests! I just take a long time on one-shot! Promise, they're coming out soon!

[adverbally]

Too Sweet

Written for the @steddie-spooktober day fifteen prompt “baking” | wc: 867 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: established relationship, romantic gesture, domesticity gone wrong, a little bit of a fight, minor burn injury, happy ending

———

Steve has a clear routine when he comes home from work each day. Straight down the hall to the bedroom to change into sweatpants and one of Eddie’s threadbare old t-shirts, a detour to the bathroom to wash his face, then a stop by Eddie’s office to say hello before Steve starts making dinner. He is a creature of habit– boring in his old age, Eddie teases– and it relaxes him to shed his “work self” and settle back into the comfort of the home he shares with Eddie.

Today, though, Steve walks in the front door and is greeted by the acrid smell of smoke wafting into the foyer from the kitchen.

“Eddie?” he calls, a little alarmed.

There’s no response, except for the shrill beeping of the smoke alarm. Steve drops his backpack by the door, grading immediately forgotten, and runs into the kitchen.

There he finds Eddie, frantically waving a baking sheet around the smoke detector in an attempt to clear the air enough to deactivate the alarm. The oven behind him is hanging open, smoke still billowing out from… what appears to be a muffin tin? Its contents are crispy and black enough that Steve can’t tell exactly what they were supposed to be.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, maybe a little more bitchy than he would normally be. It was a long day of classroom observation and he got paint on his shirt from one of the kids talking a little too enthusiastically with a paintbrush in hand, and now his routine is disrupted and his house is full of smoke and–

“Just my new workout regimen,” Eddie says sarcastically, glaring over his shoulder and flapping the baking sheet even harder.

Steve dons the oven mitts waiting on the counter and pulls the charcoal-filled tin out of the oven, sitting it on the stovetop. At least it won’t, like, catch on fire now. He yanks off the mitts, shuts off the oven, and pinches the bridge of his nose against the headache building behind his eyes. Maybe the smoke inhalation is starting to get to him. Should he throw the baking disaster in the sink and run water on it? He can’t remember ever burning something this badly before.

Eddie grumbles to himself, “‘Bake until golden brown,’ it said. Golden and brown are different colors! Not to mention all the shades of brown, which turn black pretty fast, like, take your eyes off it for three seconds–”

“Can you quit trying to fly away and help me here?” Steve snaps.

“Help you what?” Eddie fires back.

With a huff, Steve grabs for the tin, only to drop it with a hiss when he realizes he hadn't put the oven mitts back on. “Shit!” he exclaims, flexing his hand to feel the tenderness of the burned spots. The webbing of his thumb seems to have caught the worst of it, though the pads of his fingers are red where they had wrapped around the tin to stabilize it from below. They hurt, too, now that the initial shock has worn off.

Suddenly Eddie is beside him, guiding him to the sink with his hands on Steve’s hips. Wordlessly, he takes Steve’s hand, careful not to touch the fresh burns, and directs it under the stream of cold water. The pain flares at first, but the chill is soothing after a moment, washing away the sting.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks over Steve's shoulder.

Steve sighs and takes stock. The worst of the smoke has cleared, though one of them still needs to shut off the smoke detector. The oven is off and nothing is actively burning. His hand doesn’t look too bad. He turns to face Eddie and says, “Yeah, thanks. You?”

“Fine, just feeling stupid.” Eddie gestures at the smoldering heap of… whatever baked good it may have been at one point. “I was cleaning up while they baked, but I think I forgot to set the timer. Next thing you know,” he gestures upward and outward, miming a rising plume of smoke.

“I know, it happens. I shouldn’t have been such a dick about it,” Steve apologizes.

Eddie’s mouth quirks up in a smile. “That’s what I get for trying to do something nice for you, huh?”

“Oh?” Steve tries to tamp down the immediate panic that rises from the fear of having forgotten something.

It must show on his face because Eddie hastens to add, “Not for a special occasion or anything! Just because, you know, I love you and I know you really liked the cranberry muffins Robin brought over last month. So I got the recipe and.. Ta-da.” He punctuates his explanation with unenthusiastic jazz hands.

Steve can’t help but laugh. “That would have been an excellent surprise, had it worked.” He rests his palms against Eddie’s chest, craving the contact. To his delight, Eddie takes the hint and wraps his arms around his middle, pulling them flush against each other. “But it was still a very sweet gesture.”

When they kiss, Eddie’s mouth tastes like tart berry and spiced batter. Steve savors it, since it’s the closest he’ll get to having those muffins today.

[unboundprompts]

writing a fic where blorbo is poisoned and blorbo in love with her has to take care of her, ideas for how i could get this across?

I would recommend doing some research on the poison involved so that it's as realistic as possible. In a fantasy/sci-fi setting you can probably make up your own poison and choose the symptoms and treatment you deem the best for the situation. Here are some ideas to help you with that:

General Symptoms of Poison

-> from this source.

Stomach Pain

Feeling Nauseous/Being Sick

Drowsiness

Dizziness

Weakness

High Temperature

Chills (shivering)

Loss of Appetite

Headache

Irritability

Difficulty Swallowing

Breathing Difficulties

Skin Rash

Blue Lips and Skin

Double Vision/Blurred Vision

Sudden, Noticeable Heartbeats (Palpitations)

Mental Confusion

Seizures

Loss of Consciousness

Treatment

-> seeking medical help is also a good idea. The best idea probably.

-> from this source.

If they are poisoned by swallowing something, try to get them to spit out anything that is remaining in their mouth.

If they are unconscious and swallowed something, try to wake them to encourage them to spit out anything left in their mouth. Do not put your hand into their mouth and do not try to make them sick.

If the poison is on their skin or clothes, remove their clothes and wash the affected area with warm or cool water. Be careful not to contaminate yourself.

Lay the person on their side with a cushion behind their back and their upper leg pulled slightly forward so that they do not fall on their face or roll backwards. (Recovery Position)

If vomiting, keep their head pointed down to prevent them from breathing it in or swallowing it. Do not give them anything to eat or drink.

If they have stopped breathing or their heart has stopped, perform CPR.

It is important to know what substances you think the person may have swallowed, when it was taken, why it was taken, how it was taken, and how much was taken.

Any existing medical conditions prior to being poisoned are important to be aware of, as it may impact their recovery/ the poison may have effects on their condition.

Activated Charcoal - sometimes used to treat someone who's been poisoned. It binds to the poison and stops it being further absorbed into the blood.

Antidotes - these are substances that either prevent the poison from working or reverse its effects.

Sedatives - may be given if the person is agitated.

Ventilator (breathing machine) - may be used if the person stops breathing.

Anti-epileptic medicine - may be used if the person has seizures.

Writing Prompts For a Character Being Poisoned

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"Hey, hey, hey," she was lightly tapping his face, his head lulled to the side. "Open your eyes," she said to him gently, her heart sinking with each passing second. "Wake up, I need you here with me."

She had trouble keeping her eyes open. The room was spinning. She felt so weak. All she could hear was their voice, as if they were far away, telling her not to fall asleep.

They had this awful marking on their skin. It crawled across their shoulders and peeked out from underneath their shirt at the sleeves and neck. She thought it looked like it was getting worse every day, slowly blossoming across their skin. "It's not as bad as it looks," they said, trying to make her feel better. The raspiness of their voice and pale complexion did not fill her with hope.

"Your heart is pounding," she said, pressing a hand to his chest. His skin was feverish, warmth radiating off of him. Yet, he shivered as if he were freezing. "Only because I get nervous around you," he responds, a flirty tilt to his voice. They both knew that wasn't the only reason, but she smiled anyway.

"Will you eat something? For me?" They shook their head miserably. "I can't."

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[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices/BTR Book 2: a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 2: this is the shit we have to get away from..

January 6th, 2025 2:21 PM

After what felt like an eternity, the veterinarian finally emerged from the back room, a serious expression on her face. Rhea’s heart raced as she and Jey stood up, anxious for news about Barry.

“Is he okay?” Rhea asked, her voice trembling.

The vet took a deep breath, clearly weighing her words. “I’m afraid Barry has ingested chocolate. Depending on the amount and type, it can be very dangerous for dogs.”

Rhea’s heart sank. “What do you mean? Is he going to be alright?”

The veterinarian nodded but continued, “It depends on how quickly we acted. Chocolate contains theobromine, which can be toxic to dogs. It affects their central nervous system and can cause increased heart rate, tremors, and in severe cases, seizures or even death.”

Rhea felt her stomach drop. “What did you do for him?”

“We induced vomiting as soon as he arrived. We then administered activated charcoal to prevent further absorption of the chocolate into his system. Barry is stable now, but we need to keep him here for observation for the next day to monitor his heart rate and any potential complications,” the vet explained, her tone professional yet compassionate.

“Will he be okay?” Jey asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

“Yes, as long as we caught it early enough, he should recover. However, chocolate can remain in a dog’s system for several hours, and we want to be sure there are no lasting effects,” the vet reassured them.

Rhea let out a shaky breath, relief washing over her but still mingled with anxiety. “Can we see him?”

“Of course,” the vet replied. “Just keep in mind that he might be a little groggy from the medications we gave him. Follow me.”

As they walked down the hallway, Rhea squeezed Jey’s hand tightly. They entered a small room where Barry lay on a padded bed, looking a bit dazed but alive. Rhea rushed to his side, kneeling beside him. “Hey, buddy,” she whispered, her heart aching at the sight of him. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Barry lifted his head slightly, his big brown eyes finding Rhea’s. He whimpered softly, and she gently stroked his fur, feeling the warmth of his body beneath her hand.

“He’s a tough little guy,” Jey said, crouching down next to Rhea. “You scared us, buddy.”

The vet smiled softly, observing their bond with Barry. “He’s in good hands with you two. We’ll keep monitoring him, and I’ll check in periodically to give you updates.”

“Thank you so much,” Rhea said, her voice filled with gratitude. “We appreciate everything you’ve done.”

As they sat beside Barry, Rhea couldn’t help but think how close she had come to losing him. “I promise I’ll be more careful,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears. “You’re my baby, Barry.”

Jey wrapped an arm around Rhea, pulling her close as they watched Barry settle back into a peaceful sleep, relief slowly washing over them. For now, their family was intact, and that was all that mattered.

—

The drive home felt heavier than usual, the weight of the day pressing down on both Rhea and Jey. As they pulled into the driveway, Rhea couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. “Do you think it was the person who messed up my Jeep?” she asked quietly, her voice laced with concern.

Jey shook his head, trying to remain optimistic despite the uncertainty. “I don’t know, babe. But I’m just glad we’re moving out of Pensacola. It’s time for a fresh start.”

Rhea nodded in agreement, grateful for Jey’s unwavering support. As they approached their home, she felt the familiar comfort of their space beckoning her. She walked in first, her heart heavy, and headed straight to the bedroom, needing a moment to collect herself.

Jey stood at the door for a moment, feeling a pang of sorrow as he saw Rhea so visibly hurt. It pained him to know that she was going through so much. After locking the door behind him, he followed her into the room. Rhea was curled up on their bed, a pillow clutched tightly to her chest, her back turned away from him. Bella, Luna, and Storm watched from a distance, their eyes filled with worry for their owner.

Jey closed the door softly and climbed into bed beside her. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, trying to reassure her. Rhea turned to him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“I just want everything to stop,” she admitted, her voice breaking.

Jey sighed deeply, wishing he could take away her pain. “I want that too,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around her.

Rhea nestled into him, her tears spilling onto his shirt as she cried. “I’m just so tired of some people ruining my happiness,” she confessed, her voice muffled against him.

“Stay strong, baby,” Jey whispered, his heart aching for her. “We’ll get through this together. You’re not alone. I’m right here with you.”

As Rhea cried, Jey held her tightly, wishing he could shield her from all the hurt and negativity that surrounded them. In that moment, all he wanted was to create a safe space for her, to remind her that love and support were always within reach. He stroked her hair gently, whispering words of comfort, hoping to ease the turmoil in her heart.

The room was quiet except for Rhea’s soft cries and the gentle rustle of the dogs settling around them. Jey felt a sense of determination wash over him; he would do everything in his power to protect Rhea and their growing family. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

—

Jey slipped from Rhea’s grasp as she cried herself to sleep, his heart aching for her. He knew he had to take action to protect her and their family. After quietly locking the bedroom door behind him, he grabbed his keys and made his way to the garage. Climbing into his Mercedes, he typed in the nearest firearm store, Jim’s Firearms, and hit search.

As he approached the store, the cashier perked up at the sight of none other than Main Event Jey Uso walking through the door. “Hey, man! What brings you in?” the cashier greeted, clearly excited to see the wrestling star.

Jey nodded, keeping his demeanor serious. “I want to start the process to own and carry a firearm in Florida,” he stated, his voice steady.

The cashier’s expression shifted from excitement to professionalism as he began walking Jey through the necessary steps. “You’ll need to fill out some paperwork, undergo a background check, and complete a safety course. It usually takes about two to four weeks to get your permit, depending on the volume of applications.”

Jey felt a sense of relief wash over him. He appreciated the clarity and straightforwardness of the process. “What about Connecticut?” he asked, curious about the laws in his new home state.

The cashier explained Connecticut’s regulations, detailing the stricter measures in place for gun ownership, including the necessity for a permit to carry. “You’ll need to submit an application for a pistol permit and provide a good reason for wanting to carry a firearm, which might include self-defense.”

Jey’s brow furrowed as he considered the implications. “Since I’m moving, how can I start Connecticut’s process?”

The cashier nodded, understanding the situation. “You can initiate the application from Florida. I’d recommend contacting the local police department in Connecticut where you’ll be living. They can provide you with the necessary forms and requirements. Just keep in mind, you’ll need to provide proof of residency once you move.”

Jey took a deep breath, appreciating the guidance. “Thanks, man. I really want to make sure my family is safe.”

“No problem at all, Jey. Just take your time with the process. It’s important to be informed and prepared.”

With a firm handshake and a few more details exchanged, Jey left the store feeling more empowered. He was determined to do whatever it took to protect Rhea and their future. As he drove home, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. He would ensure that no one would threaten their happiness again. Once back at the house, he quietly entered and checked on Rhea, finding her still peacefully asleep, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from her shoulders.

—

Jey leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Rhea’s forehead to wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile spread across her face as she saw him. “Where’d you go?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.

Jey gave her a reassuring smile. “Just had to get some things taken care of,” he said, keeping his tone light and gentle.

Rhea’s smile faded, her face turning somber as she remembered Barry. “I miss him already,” she whispered, her voice laced with sadness.

Jey ran his fingers through her hair, softly rubbing her temple. “He’ll be back tomorrow, baby,” he assured her, his voice filled with warmth and comfort. “They’re just keeping him for observation to make sure he’s okay.”

Rhea nodded, her eyes glistening as she held onto Jey’s comforting presence. He leaned down, planting a tender kiss on her forehead, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.

“Try not to stress too much,” Jey whispered, his thumb brushing softly against her cheek. “Barry’s a tough little guy, just like his mom.” He gave her a small, reassuring smile, hoping to lift her spirits.

Rhea let out a small laugh, nodding as she let herself relax back into the pillows. Jey stayed by her side, his hand resting on her shoulder, offering silent support. They sat together in the quiet, both taking a moment to breathe and find peace in each other’s presence.

Rhea broke the silence, her voice soft but with a hint of playful demand. “Can you cook? I don’t feel like cooking.”

Jey nodded immediately. “Anything you want, baby.”

She thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “I want some fried Cajun chicken bites, with macaroni and cheese… and fried pickles,” she said, her smile growing.

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, looks like we’re making a trip to Kroger, then,” he said with a grin.

Rhea’s eyes brightened, and she managed a small, genuine smile. “And then we could do a Fast and Furious movie marathon?”

Jey grinned, nodding. “Why not? Let’s make a night of it.”

Rhea got up slowly, pulling on her oversized hoodie for warmth. Jey reached out, taking her hand as they headed downstairs together, both of them ready to turn the night around and make the most of it.

As they left the house, Rhea felt a bit of the weight lift, her spirits raised just by Jey’s presence and the promise of a cozy night in with good food and a beloved movie series. They climbed into Jey’s Mercedes and made their way to Kroger, ready to stock up for their little feast.

The day felt lighter as they wandered the aisles together, gathering ingredients and sharing laughs over Jey’s jokes and Rhea’s commentary on the best Fast and Furious scenes. They were just two people in love, enjoying each other’s company, and finding joy in the simple things.

—

April 15, 2025 11:37 AM

“So, we have Stratton cash in on Morgan, and she becomes the new champion after Morgan retains her title from Bayley,” Rhea announced confidently to the group of writers gathered around the table.

Bruce leaned back, nodding thoughtfully. “And the finisher?”

Rhea grinned. “The Prettiest Moonsault Ever.”

The room murmured in agreement, and the plan was set. Just as Rhea turned to write something on the board, a sudden, intense kick hit her belly, causing her to gasp softly. She placed a hand on her stomach to steady herself.

“Sorry, guys. Baby is already practicing his superkicks,” she joked, eliciting laughter from the room.

At that moment, an assistant poked their head through the door. “Excuse me, Rhea. Hunter wants to see you in his office.”

Bruce nodded, signaling Rhea to go, and took over the meeting. Rhea gathered her things and made her way down the hall, feeling a bit of curiosity mix with excitement. She knocked on the door and heard a familiar voice call, “Come in.”

Rhea entered and saw Hunter sitting behind his desk, typing away on his laptop. As soon as he noticed her, he stood up and walked over with a big smile.

“My Eradicator!” he greeted, using her old nickname.

She chuckled. “You wanted to see me?”

Hunter motioned for her to sit down. “First off, how’s the baby boy?”

Rhea placed a hand on her belly. “He’s kicking up a storm, and he’s already two pounds—about a pound more than what he’s supposed to be, but he’s healthy.”

Hunter grinned. “That’s what I like to hear. Did you get my baby shower gift? Stephanie should have dropped it off.”

Rhea smiled, nodding. “Yes, Jaciyah got it and set it up in the nursery. The black mini dresser is perfect.”

Hunter leaned back, his expression turning more serious. “I made a quick stop here in Stamford because I wanted to inform you of something important.”

Rhea’s curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

Hunter took a deep breath. “I’d like to invite you to be inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame.”

For a moment, Rhea was speechless, her heart racing. The Hall of Fame? She felt her emotions well up, barely able to contain her excitement. Hunter stood and opened his arms, pulling her into a warm hug.

“This is incredible,” she managed to say, her voice choked with emotion.

“You’ve earned it, Rhea. And you’ll be the last inductee,” Hunter added with a proud smile. “Who would you like to have induct you?”

Rhea thought for a moment, a soft smile forming on her lips. “Jey and Damian.”

Hunter nodded approvingly. “We’ll make it happen. I’ll see you in Vegas on Friday for the Hall of Fame and WrestleMania.”

Rhea left his office, her mind racing as she made her way back down the hallway.

As Rhea returned to her office, her hands shook with excitement, a rare giddiness surging through her veins. She sank into her chair, clutching her phone, and dialed Jey’s number with an urgency she hadn’t felt in a long time. It rang only twice before he picked up.

“Hey, baby,” Jey’s familiar voice brought an instant comfort, and yet her heart raced even faster.

“Jey,” she said, her voice cracking with barely-contained emotion. “I… I have the most amazing news.”

The seriousness in her tone immediately captured his attention. “What is it, babe? What happened?”

Rhea took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Hunter just told me… I’m being inducted into the Hall of Fame this Friday. I’m… I’m going to be in the Hall of Fame, Jey.”

There was a beat of silence as Jey absorbed her words, and then his voice came through, choked with pride. “Oh my god… baby. Are you… are you serious?”

Tears brimmed in her eyes. “Yes. He just asked me. I still… I can’t believe it. I never thought…”

Jey’s voice cracked, and she could feel his overwhelming emotion through the line. “Rhea, you… You’ve worked so damn hard. No one deserves this more than you. I… I can’t even tell you how proud I am.”

Rhea wiped at her eyes, laughing through her tears. “And… I asked him if you and Damian could induct me. I wanted you there with me, by my side.”

There was a brief silence, and then Jey’s voice came through, softer but filled with emotion. “Babe, I… I don’t even know what to say. I’d be honored, truly. Damian will be, too. You’re… You’re making history. I’m so damn lucky to be a part of it.”

She pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the little kicks of their son, as if he knew something special was happening. “I just… I can’t believe it. Everything we’ve fought for, the nights where it felt like we’d never get here… This moment, it’s everything. It’s all I ever wanted.”

“You’ve given everything, Rhea,” he murmured, his voice thick. “And you’re still giving, every day, even with our little man kicking you non-stop. I’m in awe of you. And you’re not just doing this for yourself—you’re paving the way for so many others. This is bigger than all of us.”

Hearing the reverence in his voice, her heart swelled. “You don’t know how much that means to me, Jey. I had to tell you first… I couldn’t keep this from you. You’re my everything.”

“Baby… I wish I was there to hold you right now,” he whispered, and she could hear the emotion, raw and unfiltered, in his voice. “I am so, so proud of you. This is your legacy… our legacy. And our son… he’s gonna grow up knowing how incredible his mom is.”

She laughed, her voice breaking with joy. “I hope he kicks up a storm in the crowd on Friday. Maybe he’ll even recognize his mom’s voice up there.”

Jey let out a soft chuckle, but she could hear the tearful pride underneath. “He’ll be cheering for you in his own little way, just like I will. And when you stand on that stage, taking your place where you belong… I’ll be right there, holding your hand, showing the world how much you mean to me.”

They lingered in silence for a moment, letting the weight of it all settle, the depth of what this meant. “I love you, Jey,” she whispered, her voice full of gratitude, love, and something deeper��an unbreakable bond that transcended everything.

“I love you, Rhea. And this Friday, I’ll be there, every step of the way. This is your moment. You’ve earned it,” he replied, his voice laced with pride and devotion.

As they hung up, Rhea sat there, feeling the magnitude of everything they’d built together. This was more than a dream realized—it was a life they had crafted, full of love, resilience, and unbreakable strength. And this Friday, they would celebrate it all, together.

Rhea paged her assistant, her heart still racing from the news she had just received. “Can you help me find some dresses?” she asked when her assistant answered. “I need one for the Hall of Fame ceremony and something special for going out that night.”

“Of course! I’ll start looking right away,” her assistant replied with enthusiasm. As the line clicked off, Rhea leaned back in her chair, her gaze wandering to the wall adorned with framed memories of her time in WWE. Each photo represented a different chapter, a unique era that shaped her journey: the fierce debut, championship wins, and unforgettable rivalries.

She felt an overwhelming surge of emotion welling up inside her—a mix of pride, nostalgia, and the weight of everything she had sacrificed to reach this moment. She longed to cry, to release all the pent-up emotions swirling within her, but the tears had dried up, leaving her feeling both relieved and empty.

As she stared at the wall, she placed a hand on her belly, feeling a familiar flutter. Just then, a small kick reverberated against her palm, and her heart melted. “Hey there, little one,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with warmth. “You’re going to be a part of something incredible soon.”

In that moment, the weight of her achievements and the love she felt for her unborn son converged, reminding her why she fought so hard—to create a legacy not just for herself, but for him. The journey ahead might be daunting, but knowing he was with her made everything worthwhile.

Rhea closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the moment wash over her. She envisioned the Hall of Fame ceremony—the lights, the applause, and the feeling of finally being recognized for her hard work.

With a deep breath, Rhea opened her eyes and refocused on the task at hand. As her assistant was busy finding the perfect dresses, Rhea continued to allow herself a moment of quiet reflection, mentally preparing for the whirlwind ahead—a whirlwind filled with joy, love, and an undeniable sense of purpose.

—

Jey sat in front of his laptop, tapping his fingers anxiously against the desk as he waited for everyone to join the call. The screen flickered to life, one by one, the faces of his family and friends appeared. There was Damian and Kayden, Jon and Trinity, Liv and Dominik, Joseph and Almia, Joe and Galina, Finn and Carlito and JD, and finally, Cody.

“Alright, everyone’s here!” Jey announced, a hint of excitement in his voice. “Thanks for joining the call, but I know you’re all probably wondering why I called this meeting.”

Dominik, ever the curious one, chimed in first. “Yeah, what’s up, Jey? You’ve got us all on edge here.”

Jey took a deep breath, his heart racing with anticipation. “Rhea is going to be inducted into the Hall of Fame!”

Cheers erupted from the group, everyone expressing their surprise and excitement.

“Are you serious? That’s amazing!” Liv exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “She totally deserves it!”

“Absolutely!” Jon agreed, nodding vigorously. “Rhea has worked so hard for this. It’s about damn time!”

Jey smiled, feeling the love and support radiate through the screen. “And there’s more,” he continued, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Does everyone have a tux and a dress? Because I’m about to book the Vegas wedding. I’m going to marry her right there and then!”

“What?” Trinity gasped, her hand covering her mouth in shock. “Are you serious?!”

Damian raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Are we still having the Samoan wedding? I just booked my tickets.”

Liv added quickly, “Yeah, Dominik and I just RSVP’ed for that wedding too! What’s happening here?”

Jey laughed, trying to calm the growing excitement. “Yes, we’re still doing the Samoan wedding! But this wedding is going to be intimate, and it’s the perfect time. I want it to be a surprise for Rhea.”

“Man, you’re full of surprises today!” Joe chuckled. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. It’s going to be epic!”

“Just think about it,” Finn chimed in. “You’ll get to say your vows in Las Vegas before the Hall of Fame. That’s a memory you both will cherish forever.”

“Exactly!” Jey agreed, his heart swelling with happiness. “I’ll email everyone the details, but please, don’t mention it to Rhea. This is supposed to be a surprise!”

“Don’t worry, we won’t spill a word,” Almia promised, a gleeful smile on her face.

“Just make sure you get a killer tux, Jey,” Cody advised with a playful wink. “You want to look your best when you marry her.”

“Trust me, I will,” Jey replied, feeling more excited by the second. “Thanks, everyone. I can’t wait to see you all there. This is going to be one unforgettable day!”

As the meeting continued, laughter and chatter filled the virtual room, all centered around the joy of Rhea’s induction and the spontaneous wedding that was about to unfold. Jey felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his family, knowing that together they would make this moment special for Rhea—a day filled with love, support, and unforgettable memories.

—

Flashback: January 8th, 2025 11:31 AM

Rhea and Jey sat in the comfortable yet clinical atmosphere of Rhea’s therapist’s office, the faint sound of ticking clocks filling the silence. Rhea fidgeted with her hands in her lap, glancing at Jey, who sat beside her, his expression a mixture of determination and concern.

Jey broke the silence first, his voice steady but laced with vulnerability. “I really am just only doing this for Rhea.” He looked at the therapist, trying to convey the weight of the words he had spoken. “I want her to know I’m here for her, no matter what.”

The therapist, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, nodded understandingly. “That’s a good start, Jey. Couples counseling is a safe space for both of you to express your feelings and concerns. It’s not just about addressing the challenges you’re facing but also about strengthening your bond.”

Rhea shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes downcast. She felt a lump form in her throat, a swirl of emotions threatening to spill over. The therapist continued, “Both of you have been through significant challenges in your lives. Jey, your injury, and the pressures that come with your career. Rhea, your pregnancy and the emotional toll it can take. It’s important to recognize that you’re both navigating a lot right now.”

“Yeah, it’s just… sometimes it feels like we’re carrying the weight of the world on our shoulders,” Jey admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I want to be strong for her, but it gets overwhelming.”

Rhea finally found the courage to speak. “I’ve been feeling lost lately,” she confessed, her voice trembling. “I want to be the best partner and soon-to-be mother, but everything just feels… heavy. I don’t want to drag him down with my struggles.”

The therapist leaned forward, her tone gentle yet firm. “It’s okay to feel that way, Rhea. It’s important to share that burden, rather than trying to carry it alone. Jey wants to support you, and by talking about your feelings here, you can both learn how to lean on each other more effectively.”

Jey reached over and took Rhea’s hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. “We’re in this together, babe. I promise you that.”

Rhea looked up, meeting his gaze, and a small smile broke through her somber expression. “I know. It’s just hard to let go sometimes.”

The therapist smiled at the exchange. “That’s the first step, Rhea. Acknowledging your feelings is essential. Together, we can work on communication and understanding each other’s needs better.”

The therapist leaned back in her chair, her eyes focused on Rhea. “I wanted to ask about your dog, Barry. I know there was a lot of stress surrounding his health. How is he doing now?”

Rhea sighed, relief washing over her. “Barry is doing fine. He’s back home and recovering well. I’m just glad he’s okay.”

The therapist nodded, then turned her gaze to Rhea, sensing the weight of unspoken fears. “I remember you mentioned feeling like someone is after you. Can you share more about that?”

Before Rhea could respond, Jey spoke up, his voice filled with a protective intensity. “It’s been a lot lately. Rhea’s Jeep tires were slashed, and someone put sugar in her gas tank. They also tried to mess with my Mercedes, but our neighbor stopped them just in time.” He looked at Rhea, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern. “It feels like someone is determined to ruin our lives.”

The therapist took a deep breath, processing the information. “I understand that must be incredibly unsettling for both of you. But I want to reassure you, Matthew is currently being held without bail. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Jey frowned, the tension in his body rising. “Then why is all of this still happening? Why can’t we just live our lives in peace?”

Instead of answering his question, the therapist turned to Jey, probing deeper. “Are you scared, Jey? With everything that’s happened?”

“Hell no,” Jey replied defiantly, crossing his arms. “Just the other day, I applied to buy a gun. I’m not scared of anything. I’m just trying to protect my family.”

“Are you scared that Rhea might get attacked again?” the therapist pressed gently. “That you might lose the baby again?”

Jey’s face turned stormy. He stood up abruptly, anger flaring. “You’re going too far now. Don’t twist my words like that.”

The therapist maintained her calm demeanor. “I’m just trying to understand how the shooting has affected you. Has it opened up any anger or unresolved feelings?”

“I don’t have to listen to this shit,” Jey snapped, turning on his heel and storming out of the office.

“Jey!” Rhea called after him, her heart racing as she hurried to follow. She caught up with him just outside, the cool air prickling against her skin. “Wait, please. I just want to talk—”

“This shit will not work!” Jey shot back, frustration boiling over. “I thought we’ve already accepted that Julie is dead and there’s no way of bringing her back. Why are we still discussing this?”

“I’m trying to move past it, Jey!” Rhea pleaded, her voice breaking as tears began to spill. “I need you to be here with me, not pushing me away!”

“Julie even said it herself. Why the fuck are you still continuing to think of this?” Jey’s voice was sharp, each word laced with raw emotion.

Rhea wiped her tears, feeling crushed by the weight of his words. “You’re supposed to be there for me, not tearing me down!”

“Get in the car,” Jey ordered, exasperation filling his tone. “Let’s go home. I’m not going to argue with you right here.”

With her heart pounding and a sense of defeat washing over her, Rhea turned away from him, her shoulders shaking as she climbed into the passenger seat of Jey’s Mercedes. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him as he got in, the silence between them heavy. The car felt suffocating as they sat in it, the weight of their unspoken fears and unresolved pain hanging in the air.

—

Rhea and Jey stepped out of the car, the tension still thick like rubber in the air. As Jey opened the front door, he watched Rhea walk past him, her silence echoing the weight of unspoken words. He rubbed his temples, feeling the pressure building behind his eyes as he locked the door behind them.

He made his way to their bedroom, the familiar space now feeling foreign. He reached for the doorknob, a sense of dread settling in his stomach. “Rhea,” he called out softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “Can we talk?”

“Go away,” she replied, her voice muffled through the closed door.

Jey sighed, frustration mixing with concern. “I was stupid. Please open the door, babe. I’m really sorry.”

Silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, before Rhea finally responded, her voice laced with hurt. “Just go away, please.”

“Why do you want me to admit that I’m scared?” Jey pressed, feeling the heat of anger and worry bubbling beneath the surface. “I’m trying to be strong for both of us.”

“Because you don’t love me!” Rhea shot back, her words sharp enough to cut through the tension.

Jey felt his heart drop at her statement. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be here,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm despite the turmoil inside. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t do anything for you.”

“Then why can’t you try counseling for us?” she asked, her tone softening but still tinged with desperation. “Why can’t you just talk to someone?”

“Because I don’t want to keep bringing up old shit!” Jey exclaimed, the words spilling out before he could catch himself. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration palpable. “I’m tired of it, Rhea! I thought we were moving forward.”

“But we’re not,” Rhea replied, her voice trembling. “Every time we take a step forward, something pulls us back. We can’t keep ignoring what happened. It’s not just going to disappear.”

Jey leaned against the door, his back pressed against the cool wood. “I know that, but I don’t want to relive it. I want to focus on us, on what we have now.”

“We can’t do that if we don’t deal with the past!” Rhea’s voice cracked, and Jey could hear the tears threatening to spill. “I’m scared, Jey. Scared that if we don’t talk about it, it’s going to eat us alive.”

Jey closed his eyes for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just want to protect you.”

Rhea opened the door slowly, her eyes red and puffy. “I need you to be honest with me,” she said softly, her gaze searching his. “Please.”

Jey nodded, feeling the crack in his resolve. “Okay.. I’ll go to counseling if that’s what you want. But only if we can promise to work through it together.”

Rhea stepped closer, her eyes filling with tears. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with relief.

Jey reached out, pulling her into his arms. “We’ll figure this out, I promise,” he murmured into her hair, holding her tight as they both stood in the aftermath of their fears, ready to face whatever came next—together.

[alpineshift]

ooooh how about 7 for the fantasy prompts?

of course!! (I've gotten this number twice but I'm pushing myself to be creative so these bullet fics will be different, hehe 😌)

[7] the space between two shelves stuffed with magical tomes and old leatherbound journals

The sliver of space between the glum, towering shelves smell of dust, old paper, and something weirdly herbal.

Jack's ass has been slowly growing numb from his perch on the ladder rung, a solid ten feet or so above ground. The tome is thick and heavy over his lap, so old that the spine nearly gave out as he hefted it off the shelf, but the contents track. His spell circle is almost complete; almost ready for him to activate.

"Are you done yet? This is taking forever."

Jack peers over the top of the book, a sudden exhaustion washing over him, and tries to answer as placidly as he can. "I'm almost there. Give me a couple more minutes."

Below, sitting on the ground and slouched up against the shelves, is Nico. His boyfriend glares up at him with an expression Jack has never before seen directed at him, but has been the uncomfortable recipient of over the last three days.

Distrust. Suspicion. Disgust. Hate.

"I still don't know what you've done to my family to make them all believe a witch," Nico snaps. His voice is cold and unfriendly. Jack flinches at the emphasis on witch. "If I find out you've done something weird to them--"

"I didn't," Jack interrupts, adding another rune to the circle. "They reached out to me to help you."

It was the only way to make you trust me. They're so worried about you, he doesn't say. And I love your family so much and they're as important to me as they are to you, and I know you don't mean what you're saying.

But it still hurts to hear it. The curse had hit Nico, fast and hard, sending him sprawling out on the ice in the middle of the game. Jack was over the boards and racing over to him before the whistle had even sounded.

And then Nico had opened his eyes, saw Jack hovering over him, swore violently, and punched Jack in the face.

The black eye has only started fading away into a dark yellow-green tinge. The curse is still clinging to Nico, warping his thoughts with insidious little whispers, poisoning him against his own partner. Whoever did this either hates Nico or really hates Jack. (The latter feels more plausible, unfortunately. When the news broke that the Captain of the Devils was in a relationship with their team witch, the backlash had been insane.)

Nico sighs and glowers down the empty row. "Can't believe they still let people like you wander about, causing problems everywhere. You better watch yourself, or I'll make sure you get staked for it."

The last line of the rune meets the top of the circle, and Jack snaps the charcoal in his hands. There's an awful kind of static in his mind. His bones feel like glass.

Shoving the tome back onto the shelf, he stands and swings down the ladder, so fast that Nico had to scramble to sit up. But Jack is on him before he could react, straddling Nico in one quick motion, shoving him back against the shelves. Nico's yelps.

Give me boyfriend back to me, Jack thinks viciously, and he slaps his rune circle over Nico's face and activates his spell.

His magic pours through the library. Nico yells, startled, and shoves at Jack's shoulders. But Jack holds firm, pushing the spell into the curse. He can feel it cracking into little bits, screeching and whining as it's forcibly excavated from Nico's mind, dissolving under the counter-spell.

The paper ignites and burns harmlessly away the moment the spell runs dry. Nico is coughing, trying to wave the smoke away from his face. Jack stays astride his lap, his body frozen in anticipation.

Please, please please please say it worked, he can't take this anymore, he can't stand living with a Nico who detests him for another moment longer--

Nico lowers his hands. His eyes are wide. His lower lip trembles, his expression crumples, and his fingers shake when he reaches out to take Jack's face between his palms, brushing over the bruise under his eye.

"Jack," he gasps, tears now streaking down his face. 'Jack, baby, oh my god, what have I done?"

it’s almost hockey season again! send me a jacknico prompt?

[queenendless]

Sleepy Giggles (Ler!Shiro x Lee! Gender Neutral Reader)

A/N: SFW CONTENT. I'm in a VLD mood. When it was simple and everyone didn't hate how it all went to bad. And moi needs comfort. This all happens around S1 and 2 and I'm rewatching it again. First time doing fics here so I hope you enjoy.

It had gotten late.

Washing your hair and taking a pre-sleep snack before hitting the hay was your routine. Unfortunately for you, you had a very realistic nightmare that startled you awake in a cold sweat.

Next thing you know, you end up taking a walk to clear your intrusive thoughts. It takes you to the communal room, curling up against the couch, lost in thought when a comforting warm rumble struck right through you.

"Y/n?" You look over your shoulder to see Shiro in just a gray tank top and charcoal sweatpants. "What's the matter?"

You look away, rubbing your sore eyes with your forearm. "Can't sleep."

You felt a dip next to you before you felt goosebumps from his prosthetic cyborg arm brushing your bare arm. "Bad dream?"

You yawn deeply in your hand. "Yeah."

Shiro frowned, worry laced in his expression. "Wanna talk about it?"

While part of you wanted to keep it locked up inside, you also thought venting out would help lessen the weight of it on your conscience. "Being lost and alone in space. Zarkon taking the Black Lion. Killing you. Just … not so happy thoughts.” You hugged yourself; trembles of the dream still shaking you up, rubbing your arms from the sudden chill of the ill omens yet to pass.

“Hey.” His embrace enveloped you in fuzzy warm sensations, wiping the discomfort away. “While talking about these kinds of things is better than holding them in, you shouldn’t linger on these intrusive thoughts so much. You're not alone anymore, Y/n. You have us now. And together, we'll work to help free the universe from Zarkon's tyranny. It won't be easy. It'll be quite a long journey. And our lives will be put to helping those in need for it's the Paladin way, even with the risks that come with it. But I wouldn't change it for anything. It led me to you, after all."

You snuggled up against him, pressing your face against the side of his neck, kissing his warm skin. “Well, being with you now makes me feel better already.”

"Oh really?" The mischievous tone his voice took made your nerves go all jittery when you felt his bare hand squeezing your side. Your surprised squeak got you quite alert. “How about now?”

“Yehehes.” Your soft giggles brought a smile to Shiro's face. Now, that's another reason to keep fighting the good fight with the Voltron Force. To protect the smiles and laughter of those they care for. Including his very own space angel.

“Even … this?” He blew a raspberry in the crook of your neck, sending your body spasming as your giggles became squeaks. You slapped your hand over your mouth, afraid of waking the others, earning a chuckle from him.

“Mmm-hmm~!” Talking through bubbly laughter was difficult for you, but Shiro understood.

Your hands grabbed his, strength draining quickly from all the activity, as prying them off became tiresome. His hands slyly went underneath your top to rub his thumbs near your hips, buzzing his open-mouthed kisses all over your neck in unison, sending you into a quiet laughing mess.

"Well, they do say laughter is the best medicine." Even as his weighing stature gently pushed you to lay back down, pinning your body beneath his, digging his digits against your ribs, you were overwhelmed with giddiness. "Helps that hearing yours is too addictive for me to ignore."

"Shiro, I give, I gihihihive~!" Your weezy plea got him to stop, only for him to hoist you both back up, wrapping your legs around his firm waistline. "Thanks Shiro." His big smooch against your cheek brought another giggle out.

"Thank you for being here, with us, me and … yeah." He blushed, bashfully smiling as you smooched his cheek in return to your inner delight. "Now come on, you. Let's get you back to bed."

"M'kay." You mumbled, dozing off against his shoulder, as he carried you with ease to your room.

But even as he settled you back down, pulled the blankets over you, and started turning away to leave, you weren't ready to part from him yet.

You latched onto his robotic hand. "Stay. Please." Your quiet whimpers sent a tremor throughout his essence. He couldn't say no to you when you're giving him that puppy eyed, pouting face.

He rolled his eyes, smirking. "Move over."

You did, already curling against his figure as you two made do with your small bed. His arms wrapped around your waist, his legs weaving between yours, his face nestled in your hair as you nestled against his pecs, hearing his heart beating, sighing in content as he gave you a gentle squeeze, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Shiro."

With Shiro's form fitting perfectly right against your own, you were smothered with comfy dreams.

Dreams of the found family you're proud to be a part of and their compassionate caring leader that wanted you by his side as you two rode out this journey to the very end.

You and your black Paladin.

A good dream turned into reality.

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[bunnyamyrose]

a list of positive habits to develop:

positive affirmations before you go to sleep and when you wake up (in your mind or out loud)

daily meditation (there are different ways to meditate, and it doesn’t always have to be the same amount of time, it can even be short and then maybe built up)

keep a gratitude jar, write something that you’re grateful for on a peace of paper and put it in the jar (can be daily or whenever)

try to do something different from what you usually do / your usual routine (little changes can lead to bigger changes and/or new opportunities — but don’t do something that you’re really not comfortable with, ofc, and please be safe and careful and considerate of others)

spend a few minutes a day cleaning and organizing your room/space (you don’t have to completely tackle clutter all at once if it’s a lot, making daily cleaning and organizing can help to overcome it in the longrun)

read enriching, cultured things (a book, a story, poetry, prose, etc. — every day, every other day, every few days, every week, it’s your schedule)

regularly challenge yourself, overcome fear and doubt, overcome thoughts that you “can’t” do something, prove to yourself that you can (feel like you can’t do origami? you can. prove it to yourself. feel like you’ll never make a really good no-bake million dollar pie? you can, so prove it to yourself. with doing things that challenge yourself, please be safe and careful and considerate of others)

skincare (examples: washing your face 1-2 times daily, exfoliating 1-2 times a week, using natural things for your skin like applying an avocado mask or rubbing the inside of a banana peel on your face, trying to stick to organic/natural skincare products, using products that don’t have fragrance or silicone or a ton of ingredients, charcoal soap and/or face mask, you can try using a mud/clay mask — like bentonite clay, etc. I also suggest an underarm detoxing mask/cleanse — you can apply activated charcoal powder mixed with a little bit of water, or you can rub lemon on washed underarms, let it sit there for a bit, and then rinse or wash it off)

remember to drink around the amount of water that’s healthy *for you* (so many people who post online say “drink more water!”, “drink a lot of water!” without even knowing readers/viewers personally or their situations, their health, how much they’re already drinking, how much they actually need to drink, etc. some people might not even need to “drink more water”. do what’s healthy for you, drink the amount of water that’s healthy for you — if you’re not sure, maybe do a bit of research/calculations and talk to a practitioner about it)

I plan to add more to this list! again, be safe and careful and considerate of others! thanks for reading, and follow for more!

[shieldretired]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

1.   WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?  

He doesn't use perfume or strong aftershave and he washes up with curt soap, so there's usually no artificial scent on him. However, once or twice a week, he puts some fancy beard lotion on, which smells faintly of vanilla.

Otherwise, he smells of clothes dried in the sunlight, sometimes of freshly baked sourdough bread whenever he makes some, and charcoal or paint after he's finished a painting session.

2.   WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?  

His hands are probably one of the body parts the serum has changed the least: he still has long, slim fingers that don't seem to fit a guy who punches problems in the face. During his active time as Captain America, they were covered in callouses from handling the shield so much, with split knuckles from knocking the bad guys out -- now they're softer but still show his past life. His nails are short and he doesn't wear rings.

3.   WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?  

He starts his day with black coffee and bread (usually with honey or jam) and sometimes eggs and bacon or cornflakes. He's not a good cook, so most of his meals consist of sourdough bread sandwiches with cheese or sausage, pasta or potatoes with a lot of veggies. He grew up poor and during a time when meat was really expensive, so a roast is still Sunday food for him, and he eats significantly less meat than the Average American. He also likes various fruits (he will eat nothing but strawberries from June to July) and makes an effort to eat healthy, though he also enjoys a bag of chips or doritos in front of the TV.

4.   DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?  

Kinda. His voice is pleasant to listen though, but his brain is not made for music and he has no rhythm whatsoever, so if he sings a song, you might like the sound of it but never realize it's a worldwide hit from ABBA

5.   DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS?

You mean other than being unable to leave things alone and always stick his big nose in? It's hard to change his mind once he has an opinion about something, and he likes to give speeches or long rants when he deems it necessary. When he's nervous, he crosses his arms or puts his hands on his belt buckle.

6.    WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR?  

Steve prefers plain, unicolored clothes: dark jeans or beige chinos combined with red/blue/white/black t-shirts or sweatshirts. He also wears a lot of button-downs (when he gets out the checkered ones, he's feeling especially fancy) and pressed slacks, and the only fashionable thing about him are probably his nice leather jackets. Otherwise, he's a bit of an old man. (Also, he usually buys fair trade and union made clothes.)

7.   IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO?  

With people he knows and likes, absolutely, though Steve shows it more in a casual sort of way: He puts an arm around their shoulders or bumps into them deliberately, lightly kicks their shins or punches their arms. He does the same with a significant other, plus some hand-squeezing and hand-holding and a kiss here and there. Steve also tends to show his affection with small gifts and presents like getting his friend's/partner's favorite food/snack/fruit or buying something he thinks they might like or find funny.

8.  WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?  

He learned to grab some shuteye whenever he can during the war, though he prefers to sleep on his side and always on the side of the bed that is closer to the door. If he's with his significant other, he likes to spoon (no preference for big or small one), and he's usually still and doesn't move around a lot. He will always open a window to have fresh air and some city noises.

9.  COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?

If it's otherwise quiet, yes. He's usually not holding back whenever he does something or talks to someone and he's a big guy with heavy steps, a soldier and not a spy used to sneaking and treating lightly. Steve would only ever deliberately try to keep quiet when he knows someone is asleep in the next room.

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