#I can sleep in until 6:15 so that’s ok

[i-may-be-an-emu]

ok so if emu has to wake up at 6:00am and he is going to sleep at 5:15am on a scale of one to what the hell how screwed is emu :))

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 17)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

“People of Panem, we fight, we-” Katniss freezes, staring at her own reflection. Makeup done, hair styled to perfection, holding up a stick for the camera. This isn’t real. This isn’t war.

“Does she know the line?” Plutarch asks, into the microphone, for all to hear.

“I know it.” Katniss shakes her head to clear it.

“She’s just warming up.” Effie explains. Even she has joined the effort, leaving behind her drab quarters for Katniss.

“Alright, let’s go again. Whenever you’re ready.” Plutarch instructs.

Y/N sways, soothing her tired infant to a sleepy submission on the opposite side of the glass. Daisy May is not fond of sleep, especially with the world bustling around her.

Katniss gets back down on one knee. This is take three.

“Maybe if you show her.” Cashmere whispers to Y/N.

“Might not be a bad idea.” Plutarch watches the mockingjay, with a hand to his head.

“Yeah?” Y/N is willing to try.

“Here,” Cashmere puts her arms out, “gimme the baby.”

Y/N looks down at her daughter, kissing her tiny nose and handing her off.

She fusses for a moment, in Cashmere’s hold.

“Shh,” the blonde coos, allowing the baby to take a fistful of hair. “It’s ok, my Daisy.”

The little girl sighs, closing her grumpy eyes, never letting go of Cashmere’s waves.

“Ok, Katniss, Y/N’s coming in to do a demonstration. Just follow her lead and we’ll go from there.”

“Yeah, ok.” Katniss’ eyes scan the reflective surface, searching for her.

A second later, her mentor pops through the connecting side door. She is not made up, or wearing some crazy outfit, her stylist squeezed her into; she is just Y/N. Somehow that is enough.

“I’m a method actor, obviously.” Loved her fake husband so much that their staged marriage became a real one.

Not that Haymitch is any better. Content to kiss the ground where she walks, if he couldn’t be with her.

The joke lands only with Plutarch and Cashmere. Katniss thinks she understands, but doesn’t find it all that funny.

“First thing’s first, I’m gonna move around a little, get the blood flowing, get that shortness of breath.”

Katniss moves with her, trotting in place like a show horse.

“Good, now we’ll go down on one knee.” Y/N demonstrates and Katniss follows. “Slowly and with some effort, I’m gonna rise to my feet.”

“Because you’ve just been in battle.”

“Exactly,” Y/N smiles, before her features harden.

She is a thousand miles away, just stormed the outskirts of the Capitol. The ease with which she shifts from one to the other terrifies Katniss.

“People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!”

Even with the wind and the stupid stick in Y/N’s hand, raised in the air, Katniss almost believes it. This is the type of person that fuels a rebellion.

She was the people’s victor. She won her own way, same as Haymitch. So Snow manacled them together and scarred them with his brand.

The more Katniss learns about Y/N the more her heart aches, for the indifference she held toward her for so long. To know her is to love her and it’s a shame that not many people ever did.

“Yes! That was perfect.” Plutarch exclaims, “Katniss, now you try it. Just like that.”

“O-ok,” Katniss stammers.

Y/N moves aside, switching places so that Katniss is on the pedestal.

Katniss repeats the words verbatim, copying Y/N’s performance as best she can. She only agreed to be the face of the revolution after seeing what happened to district twelve. After seeing the reaction to Peeta’s interview with Caesar, she knows this is the only way to protect him.

There’s a slow clap from the corner, growing closer until he steps into view. The top of his blonde hair covered by a dark knit hat. “And that is how a revolution dies.”

Katniss glares at Haymitch, his hand resting at Y/N’s waist, as if no time has passed between them.

“Is this how you greet an old friend?” Haymitch cocks his head to the side.

“Maybe I don’t recognize you sober.” Katniss bites out.

“I guess it looks as bad as it feels.”

Y/N turns to him, whispering something Katniss can’t make out.

He offers her a smile and a chaste kiss.

Katniss sees herself and Peeta. The way they might have been, ten years down the line. Peeta would love her like that…and she’d love him the only way she could.

It would bubble up and swell in her chest, until she burst. Just like Haymitch, pouring from an empty cup.

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Katniss sinks down in her chair, as the propo plays for the team. Wishing she could melt into it, disappear. No one’s going to buy this.

Y/N rubs at her back, “it’s not as bad as you think.”

“You’re right,” Haymitch cuts in, “it’s worse.” He’s always been a tough love kind of guy. Even with an infant strapped to his chest, he isn’t brimming with compassion.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “not helping.”

“Indulge me for a moment.” Haymitch holds both hands up in surrender. “Lets everybody think of one incident where Katniss Everdeen genuinely moved you.” He moves to the digital display, in front of the meeting table. “One moment where she made you feel something real.”

“Ooo,” Effie waves a hand. “When she volunteered for her sister at the reaping.”

“Excellent example.” Haymitch uses his forearm to clear data from the screen. He’s observed enough of Y/N and her tablet over the years, this technology is no different. “Hope that wasn’t important.” He steals a glance over his shoulder, before scribbling in, ‘volunteer 4 sis,’ with the stylus.

“And when she volunteered for Y/N.”

“When she sang that song for little Rue.”

Haymitch adds it to the list. “You know Effie, I like you better without all that makeup.”

“Well, I like you better sober.” The woman says in return, causing Haymitch to glare at her.

“When she chose Rue for an ally as well.” Beetee chimes in.

“Now, what do all of these things have in common?”

“Nobody told her what to do.” Gale understands better than anyone.

“Unscripted,” Beetee agrees, “yes. So maybe we should just leave her alone.”

“And wash her face.” Boggs narrows his eyes, “she’s still a girl, you made her look thirty-five.”

Katniss smiles at this.

“The opportunities for spontaneity are obviously lacking, here below ground.” Plutarch points out. “So what you’re suggesting is that we toss her into combat?”

“I can’t sanction putting an untrained civilian into combat for effect. This isn’t the Capitol,” Coin argues.

“Oh, that’s exactly what I’m suggesting. Put her in the field.” Haymitch knows this is the only way.

“No, we won’t be able to protect her.” The president looks to Y/N now. Surely she is not onboard with this.

“It has to come from her, that’s what people respond to. You want a symbol for the revolution, she cannot be coached into it. Trust me, I know.” Haymitch presses on.

“He’s right,” Y/N sighs. “It’s not ideal but…it’s our only option.”

“Maybe there’s someplace less dangerous.”

“District eight, they sustained heavy bombings last week. No military targets left.”

“We can’t guarantee her safety.”

“You’ll never be able to guarantee my safety,” Katniss adds. “I wanna go.”

“And if you’re killed?” Alma’s words hang heavy between them.

“Make sure you get it on camera.”

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“You realize this is dangerous, let alone highly irresponsible.” Haymitch remarks, watching his wife load her gun. The bullets are color coded; black for regular, yellow are incendiary, and red for explosive. Though they’ve been asked not to fire the red ones down here.

“Yeah.” Y/N cocks the gun, squeezing the trigger and letting the bullet fly. She’s gotten better with practice, now hitting her target at dead center. “You don’t approve?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then what are you saying, Haymitch?”

“As your former mentor, I’m not inclined to advise you waltzing into a war zone.” You search for water. High ground, stay away from the cornucopia.

Y/N nods, “and as my husband?”

“I’m even less inclined.” Though his feelings for her have shifted over the years, the need to protect her is fierce and unwavering.

“I can’t lose Katniss.” Not like we lost Peeta.

“Yeah,” Haymitch huffs, “I get that.”

She sets down her weapon, on the steel table in the training room. “I’m a good shot.”

“You are.”

“I’ve been working on my stamina, I’m almost back to where I was before Daisy.”

Haymitch won’t deny it. “You’ve got good aim, you’re fast, resourceful and a little bit scrappy. You can survive in harsh conditions.” You’re my victor. “But there’s a hole in your uterus the size of a dinner plate.”

“Was,” Y/N corrects him. “The doctors cleared me for this.”

“I watched you almost bleed to death; twice. So you’ll have to forgive me for being reluctant to let you risk your life. I understand that this is important to you-”

She turns, cupping his cheek, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I wouldn’t want you to go either. I love you too much.”

Haymitch affords her a soft grin, “that always gets in the way, doesn’t it?”

Y/N lifts a shoulder, “somehow I just keep getting sucked in deeper.”

“You keep getting sucked in?” He chuckles. “I was perfectly content on my own for over a decade, before you put your hooks in me.”

At this she laughs, harder than she should. “Don’t make it sound so romantic now.”

Still his arms are around her. Y/N’s at the nape of his neck, toying with the hair that has started growing in with gray peppered throughout and makes him feel every bit his age.

Their lips meet, by her accord or his own; he can’t say for certain. Y/N bids him closer. Deeper, harder, more. I’m yours. Nothing more, nothing less…just hers.

“Stay off him!” Cashmere scolds from the entryway, effectively breaking them apart. “It’s like you’re trying to singlehandedly repopulate this hellhole.”

“Our contribution to this great nation,” Haymitch salutes her.

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“We’ve gotta be quick about this. Get in and get out.” Boggs orders, as they file out of the hovercraft. Nobody wants the mockingjay on the ground for long.

Introductions are brief. Commander Paylor, of district eight, shows them to the makeshift hospital.

Bodies of fallen civilians line the entrance, covered only by tarps. “There’s a mass grave, about two miles west. But I can’t spare the manpower to move them.”

This place is a breeding ground for infection. All the wounded in one place, nothing sterile in sight.

“Don’t film me in there. I can’t help them,” Katniss says to Cressida, as they move farther into the masses.

“Just let them see you,” the woman insists. She left the Capitol for this, she knows what she’s doing.

“Come on,” Y/N gives her shoulder a squeeze.

Katniss opens her mouth to speak but Y/N disappears into the crowd, helping nurse the wounded.

There is someone in the corner; no one tends her, she is alone and clearly suffering. A bucket of water, with a single sponge inside, sits beside her, bandages to the left.

“I’m surprised they let you out just to show face. Thought you were more important than that.” The woman from district eight says.

“I’m not here to show face. I’m here to support Katniss and what I believe in.” Y/N takes a seat, beginning to clean her wounds.

“You sure this is the side you fall on?” She chokes out. “There’s no fancy parties or big houses here.”

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “I never liked the parties and the house wasn’t very homey. The only good thing about it was my family inside.”

“People used to look up to you.”

“That was a long time ago,” Y/N murmurs.

“They will again.” The woman is sure of it, “and when they do, make sure you’re ready. Make sure you stay on the right side of things.”

“I was just trying to survive, couldn’t see beyond that.”

“He’ll kill you for this.” President Snow. “For standing with us.”

Y/N nods, with a tired smile. “Yeah.”

“Then why are you here?”

“This is what I believe in…a new Panem. Where we are equals and have a say in our own lives. It’s worth the risk. It’s gonna take all of us, every person in every district, we all have to fight for it.”

The woman presses her lips together, allowing Y/N to dress her wounds. She says nothing else, looking up at the victor, from time to time. I see you.

It feels good to be seen, by a stranger who owes her nothing. Someone to see her without the tainted film of rose colored glasses.

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“How have things been since your release?” Dr. Aurelius inquires.

“Alright, I guess.” Haymitch is not here of his own free will. “Never gonna be good, given the prohibition you have going on around here. But I’d rather be with my family than locked up a mile away.”

“Tell me about your family.”

“My son’s name is Everest, he’s ten. My daughter, Arista is six and Daisy is four weeks old. Then obviously Y/N and her family. Katniss.” Peeta.

“Were they planned? The children.”

“Yes and no.” Haymitch scrubs a hand over his face.

“Can you explain what that means?”

“I don’t want…” Haymitch pauses, “our children are not burdens, Y/N and I have always said that. Those kids are everything and I don’t want that getting twisted. Ever.”

“Of course.”

“Snow gave us deadlines and we met them. With Everest and Arista, we had a year. In that year Y/N needed to be pregnant.”

“But not Daisy?”

“They screwed around with Y/N’s birth control. We’re fertile people, it doesn’t take much.” Haymitch admits.

“And your marriage, would you call it a happy one?”

“Yes, by my account. But I’m sure she’s told you all about me.” This is a joke, for the most part.

“I can’t say much, as it would be a breach of confidentiality. Still you should know, she speaks highly of you. She loves you very much.”

Haymitch drops his gaze.

“Where did you go just now?”

“Nowhere.” Haymitch brushes it off, “I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about Y/N?”

“Isn’t it fucked up how someone like that could love someone me?”

“In what way?” Dr. Aurelius asks.

“I mean you’ve met her.” Haymitch huffs, “had a few sessions.”

“Sure.”

“She’s special.”

The doctor lets him speak.

“She’s a good person. She’s smart and she’s funny and she deserves the world.” Haymitch shifts in the chair, “she got me instead. Not exactly a fair trade.”

“I don’t think she feels that way.” The doctor informs him.

“Hmm,” Haymitch mulls it over.

“From the sound of it, you have always been very protective. Now you tend the children, so she can aide the rebellion. That must be hard for you.”

Haymitch scoffs, “I want to chase her down and bring her back.”

“Then why haven’t you.”

“If you love something, you set it free or some bullshit like that.”

“You love her deeply.”

“Coin offered to ‘dissolve’ our marriage. Did Y/N tell you that?” Haymitch changes the subject.

Aurelius sighs, “she didn’t mention it.”

“Tell me, oh great one, what does that mean?”

“Her mind is made up about you, Haymitch. Whether it’s right or wrong, no matter who deserves what, the heart wants what it wants. You are what she wants.”

“I want her too,” Haymitch snaps.

“You’ve mentioned that you struggle with the fact that Y/N didn’t get to choose you as a partner. Yet each time she does, you cannot accept that she is choosing you. As though you feel unworthy, unlovable.”

“Is that your official diagnosis?” Haymitch wonders, making no effort to confirm or deny.

The doctor flips quickly between entries in his notebook. “There is no distinction in any area of your relationship, a true lack of boundaries. All of your triumphs and failures, all of your sadness and your joy, is either sourced from her or the lives you’ve created together.” Dr. Aurelius tosses both hands up. “The greatest tragedies ever written are love stories, after all.”

Part 18

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[aster-blogging-dracula]

Reading BlueCatWriter's Dracula along with Dracula Daily

Ok so I've been meaning to read all of @bluecatwriter 's wonderful Dracula hc fics in order for a long time but I never have time to get with it so I decided to read it along with Dracula Daily this year.

If anyone else wants to do the same, here are the dates (or aproximante dates*) for each fic. (idk if someone has done this already but oh well) (BlueCat if you read this feel free to correct me if i got any date wrong)

*(Since there's 2 pre-canon fics and 2 days of may before dd, i'm setting those fics on those dates. Dates of undated fics are also adjusted to not overlap with date of other fics)

*(The order during the varna stay is a bit wacky since the book gets pretty vague for 2 weeks there but I tried to adjust it as well as possible.)

1-A picnic in may. May 1st 2-Home before you know it. May 2nd 3-I too can love. May 16th 4-Three letters. May 19th 5-The prisioner. May 28th 6-Tonight is mine. June 29th 7-Stay awake. August 14th 8-In sickness and in health. August 24th 9-Full of vague fear. August 24th 10-A golden afternoon. August 31st 11-A doctor’s confidence. September 2nd 12-I come to my friend when he call. September 2nd 13-Blood she must have. September 7th 14-After the transfusion. September 7th or 8th 15-Sleeping beauty. September 10th 16-The wolf in the window. September 17th 17-Sympathy. September 18th 18-Things will be different. September 19th 19-My only son. September 19th 20-Come, my husband. September 29th 21-These others. September 29th 22-Lucy’s second death. September 29th 23-How good and thoughtful. September 29th 24-Brandy, bath, and beadtime. September 30th or October 1st (preferably the former since the dd entry is slightly shorter that day) 25-A pale orphan. October 2nd 26-You will not call in vain. Between September 30th and October 11th?? 27-Renfield’s death. October 3rd 28-Safe for one more moment. October 3rd 29-A week in varna. Between October 15th and October 27th? 30-Waiting. Between October 17th and October 27th? 31-Hungry. Between October 17th and October 27th? 32-Judge moneybag. Between October 15th and October 27th? 33-How i miss my phonograph. October 24th 34-Mem. get recipe for mina. Between October 15th and October 27th? 35-Farewell, sweet friends. October 30th 36-Starlight on the sereth. October 31st 37-Step into the light. Between October 15th? and November 6th (if reading in one sitting wait until november 6th)

38- Love multiplying. November 7th onward

Omg guys it's may already I'm so exited for this. This year I know I will be up do date with everything even tho I'm busy with my End of Degree Project because the dracula fixation i caught last year is a part of my life now I have been planning this so long guys.

[blueberry-rose]

Dilf!Arlecchino x fem reader

Warning: smut, bondage, sesbian lex, gags, praises, and breeding kink.

Idk why but Arlecchino has a breeding kink. Also the first like half of this is fluff, with suggestive themes so I’ll mark where that starts. Also child Lyney is a little shit.

Forgive me I haven’t wrote a while 

Colors: Arlecchino, Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, you

Your babysitting for a ceo with three kid. You have been for almost a year, and every time you see her, Arlecchino you trip over your words she’s so tall and muscular it’s hard not too and it doesn’t help that you have a thing for older women. And her three small children Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet, tease you every time you stutter. Mostly lyney as he giggles anytime he hears you. And it doesn’t help that he just flat out asked you if you liked his father last time you badysat them. You went red and he started to giggle when Arlecchino arrived home not even 30 minutes later, you sometimes hate how smart that boy is. Which the arrived of arlecchino only made you more red, which then prompted her to ask if you felt ok, placing a hand on your forehead.

When you arrived to look after the kids the morning arlecchino was running late, and she looked off somehow. She was rushing and she seemed a bit flushed, you have never seen that woman running late she was very strict with timing. “Are you ok?”

“I’ll be fine, just make sure the kids get up and get food I’ll see you tonight.” She said as she adjusted her jacket before leaving. Then you saw lyney at the top of the stairs, always the first to wake up.

“Lyney do you know what’s wrong with your father?”

“She had a hard time sleeping last night.”

“Do you know why?” Lyney let out a little giggle.

“Nope, I’ll go get frem and Lyn up”

“And I’ll start cooking,” you couldn’t help but notice that you only saw Arlecchino grab a drink this morning and no dishes were dirty. You let out a sigh. You’ll have to talk to her tonight. The kids came down Lynette and freminet rubbing their eyes sleepily. “Morning kids how did you sleep”

“Good until Lyney woke me up.” Lynette sat down at the table.

“He threatened to pour water on me” freminet said as he hugged your leg.

“Lyney.”

“What? I wouldn’t actually do it”

“Well I’m going to have to tell your father”

“You can’t even speak to father without stuttering”

“Lyney!” He let out little giggles. “You are a brat sometimes you know that?”

“Father says I’m a little shit”

“You are, but don’t curse. You are like 6”

“7 actually”

“Go sit down”

After breakfast you dove Lyney and Lynette to school. And spent the rest of the day with Freminet at around 3:30 you drove to pick up Lyney and Lynette the same schedule as always. But Arlecchino got home an hour late and didn’t send you a text which you couldn’t help but get a bit nervous when 6 rolled around and she wasn’t home, then 6:30 then 7:00 then 7:15 she finally got inside.

“Arlecchino you didn’t text me saying you were going to be late today. Are you ok”

“I’m fine I would have. I” she let out a sigh “I got stuck in a meeting and didn’t think it would take as long as it did. How were the kids?”

“W-well um Lyney cursed, and threatened to pour water on his brother today.”

“I’ll talk with him about that. Have you guys had dinner?”

“N-no I know how much you like spending your one meal with them.”

She turned to look at you with those pretty “x”s that always made your heart flutter. “Then stay, it’s getting late and I know you don’t live in the most safe neighborhood, being a pretty young lady you’re in the most danger at night.” You felt your face heat up, and Arlecchino’s eye brow raised. “Of course the choice is yours but the kids always get so sad when you leave”

“I-I’ll stay but I don’t have any clothes”

“You can borrow some of mine and I’ll wash your clothes tonight” you just nodded. You heard her chuckle a bit, before walking to the kitchen.

It didn’t take long before hearing Lyney ask “is she staying the night?”

“Yes now got get ready for bed you guys are going to bed after dinner” you then saw Lyney getting his siblings whispering something to them then looking at you and giggling as the walked up the stairs. You then walked to the kitchen, seeing Arlecchino grabbing some pans and ingredients. “You good with some fettuccini?”

“Yeah, that sounds good but um Lyney whispered something to his siblings and started giggling when they looked at me” you swear you saw her smirk.

“Oh don’t worry about them,” she sighed. “Maybe I should just order food it’s getting late.” She started to put stuff up “maybe I should invite you to stay the night on a day I’m not late. Or maybe on a day I’m not working.”

“Oh why?”

“Lyney told me something the last time you babysat.”

“W-what did he tell you” you saw her smirk, before leaning down to your ear.

“What do you think he told me?” You’re face heated up,

“I don’t know”

“Why don’t I show you instead?” You just nodded you felt a little dizzy. Before she leaned in and kissed you, she was a bit rough with it. You felt so small under her tongue how it easily overpowered yours, her hand wandered down to your waist, and you could feel your desire pooling between your legs. Only to be interrupted by a sea of giggles. All three kids giggling as you went red again. Arlecchino just removed her hands and straightened up. “Change of plans kids we are just going to order some food” she leaned down and whispered “you should sleep in my room tonight” you just nodded. “Good girl” that’s it she teasing you and you hated how much you liked it.

Arlecchino just ordered some pizza. And after the kids went to bed, you sat downstairs with Arlecchino for a bit her hand on your waist. “You are so shy dear, you shouldn’t be it’s not surprising that I would be attracted to you. My kids love you, you’re so sweet, and absolutely adorable.” You just kept feeling your face go more red.

“C-can we go to bed?”

“Oh? Are you that excited for me to show you how much I want you?” You simply nodded. “No, no dear I want to hear it. Say it.”

“Yes I am” god why did you love being told what to do so much

“That’s a good girl” she picked you up easily and carried you upstairs. “You should get used to being carried around after all, I’m going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow” you buried your head into her shoulders hiding your face. “Oh you better not hide from me when we are in bed” her voice was now whispered as she walked by the kids rooms. As soon as she had you in her room. She started to kiss your neck, locking the door. “I’m going to need you to be quiet. As much as I would love to hear you moan I’m going to have to gag you. Maybe I’ll take you on vacation and get someone to watch the kids, just so I can hear you sing for me.” She provocative words were enough to make you weak.

“Fuck” your voice was breathy, needy.

“I hope you don’t use that language around my kids”

“You’re the one who calls your son a little shit”

“He is”

“I think I know who he gets it from” she grabs you by the chin, firmly.

“Be careful pretty girl, you don’t want me to have to teach you a lesson in respect.”

“Yes ma’am” she finally placed you on the floor your legs shaking as you gained your balance.

“Aww you look like a baby deer, now go lay down I’ll be back, don’t take your clothes off yet” you nodded and went to lay down waiting for her,

she returned with a gag, placing it gently in your mouth. “Look are you I’m not even done setting up and you look irresistible” the bulge in her pants as clearly visible, and you couldn’t help but reach and touch it you ran your fingers over her clothed member. Making her let out a groan. Which made you let out a laugh behind the gag.

“Oh you little tease.” She grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. “Behave this is your last warning” with her free hand she traveled up your stomach under your shirt, you let out a little whine behind the gag.

“Patience dear or I’ll just go slower. And you wouldn’t want that would you?” You shook your head no. She was so agonizingly slow removing your clothes, but finally she removed your pants. Chucking slightly running a finger over your panties makes you let out a muffled moan. “Your so wet dear, do I really make you this horny” she reached for your bra unclasping it and throwing it out of the way, and finally she removed your panties, then she removed her belt, and used it to bind your hands.

“Gods, you are going to be the death of me,” her eyes were glazed over, hungry, lustful. She lowered her head to eye level with your pussy, she looked at your face, “may I?” You nodded eagerly, she had no hesitation her lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking and licking like a starving woman. Making you buck your hips and moan loudly though muffled, Arlecchino’s hand shot up and covered your mouth. “Keep it down” she went back allowing her tongue to slip into your slit,

“You taste so good i could do this forever,” her voice was muffled, the vibrations shooting pleasure up your whole body. You body tensed as you came all over Arlecchino’s tongue. Arlecchino lapped it up greedily. Pulling back she unzipped her pants, rushing to get her cock out. “I’m going to fuck you, and I want you to count how many times you come over my cock. Do you understand?” You nodded your cunt was drooling at the thought, Arlecchino kissed your cheek, then slowly going down your throat,

As soon as arlecchino got her cock free she pressed her cock to your drooling cunt. And pushed inside letting out a groan. “Fuck, I’m going to get addicted to this, you’re so tight” you moaned out as well you couldn’t feel arlecchino stretching you around her cock. A whimper escapes, “ even with the gag you’re so noisy,” her hips snapped into you driving her cock deep in your pussy she hit your gummy spot without even trying. You moaned out, getting your mouth covered again.

“You feel so good, I could keep fucking you forever.” She was thrusting into you with reckless abandon, you could tell she was holding back her grunts. I didn’t take long for you so cum, a creaming ring forming on her cock, you shakily lifted a finger holding up a one. “Such a good girl you’re doing such a good job taking me so well.” Even as she praised you she didn’t give you a second to recover. Continuing to pound into your sensitive cunt, making you moan out, and the gag in your mouth was making you drool, soon the numbers of fingers that you were holding up went up.

“You’re really drooling over the feeling of my cock in that pretty pussy of yours?” You nodded, Arlecchino’s movements were growing unpredictable, you could see sweat form on her brow, she was clenching her jaw. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m going to make you the mother of my four child, would you like that?” You moaned out as you felt her warm seed flooding into your cunt and your womb. She stilled inside of you, her breathing heavy. “Gods, how about you move in? So I can do this more often” She removed your gag.

“I-i would love that” your voice was quiet.

“Good,” she covered your mouth again pulling out slowly then removing her hand. “Fuck you look hot as fuck with my cum leaking out of your cunt. And even hotter with your hands bound” she undid her belt freeing you hands.

“Do you plan to tie me up every time?”

“Of course, though I hope you have birth control. Because if you don’t we are going to have a very big family.” She kissed you deeply again.

[buildarocketboys]

Me looking at prompts list: I am Weak. Uhhh. Peterick anddddd uh. 4, 6, 12 or 15 😅😅🥺🥺🥺 🥺🥺

Thanks baby! I did 12 and 15 for you 🥰 sleepy boys time

Send me a prompt from here and I'll write a little fic!

12: tummy rubs

Pete climbs into Patrick's bed next to him.

Patrick groans. "Do you have to? My stomach hurts."

"Awww, does wittle baby have a tummy ache?" Pete mocks.

Patrick kicks him in the shin.

"Ow!"

"Can't you just leave me alone for once in your life?" Patrick gripes. But he's not really that mad, Pete can tell.

Mostly because when Pete shuffles closer to him and tucks his arm around Patrick's body, Patrick doesn't shrug him off.

He doesn't even tell him to stop when Pete sneaks his hand under the hem of Patrick's t-shirt and starts rubbing big, slow circles over Patrick's soft, gorgeous belly.

In fact, he hums and leans into Pete's touch.

"That's nice," he says. "Keep going."

Pete smiles into Patrick's back. He's under no misapprehensions what a privilege it is that Patrick allows him to do this. He's pretty sure Patrick even makes his girlfriend turn out the lights before he'll get undressed. He's so self conscious.

It makes Pete upset. Patrick is beautiful, every inch of him. But whenever he tries to tell Patrick that, he snorts or rolls his eyes or pushes Pete away and the moment is gone. So he just lies there quietly, giving Patrick belly rubs.

"Yeah..." hums Patrick. "Can you go further down?"

"Further...down?" Pete repeats. Further down is under Patrick's waistband.

"Yeah," says Patrick. "Unless you don't want to." He begins to pull away from Pete, uncertainty written in the lines of his body.

"No, I want too!" Pete says, too fast and too eager. Patrick chuckles.

"Shut up," Pete mumbles into his shoulder as his fingers pull Patrick's waistband away from his waist to let his hand sneak under. He grasps at Patrick's flesh, squeezing just a little, until Patrick yelps and he goes back to rubbing and stroking, oh-so-innocently.

"Y'know," says Patrick, yawning, "You'd make a great boyfriend if you weren't so annoying all the time."

Pete freezes. He waits for Patrick to notice, but Patrick has started snoring. He's fallen asleep in Pete's arms.

Pete keeps stroking Patrick's tummy, holding him tight in his arms while he sleeps.

He tries not to think about what Patrick said, or what it meant. It probably didn't mean anything.

Anyway, what he and Patrick have is special. This, falling asleep together on the tour bus in the middle of the afternoon, is just one of the reasons why.

Pete's never gonna jeopardize that.

15: humming / singing them to sleep

Patrick's phone rings and Patrick blinks blearily into the darkness before reaching for his phone and checking the time. 3am.

Only one person calls him at 3 in the morning. Rolling his eyes, he answers the call.

"Hey Pete," he whispers hoarsely. "Do you know what time it is?"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," Pete says. He sounds on the verge of tears.

"Pete, Pete, I was just kidding," Patrick says. "You OK?"

"Yeah," says Pete, Patrick's reassurance apparently working wonders to calm him down. "Yeah I'm fine, I just- can't sleep."

Which isn't exactly a rare occurrence, but it's also not the first time Pete's called Patrick in the middle of the night because he can't sleep. He waits for Pete to continue speaking.

"Would- can you sing to me?" Pete asks, voice a soft and frightened animal. "That...it sometimes helps," he finishes lamely.

Patrick has to swallow a lump in his throat. "Sure," he says. "Sure, Pete, of course."

He starts singing - lullabies and rock songs and jazz standards, tunes he makes up on the spot and a couple from their albums. He sings through the night, till his voice is hoarse, and they see in the dawn together before Pete's breathing finally, finally slows and deepens on the other end.

"Pete?" Patrick whispers. When he receives no reply other than a gentle snore, he smiles. "Good night, Pete," he murmurs, then hangs up.

He falls asleep immediately and sleeps well into the afternoon.

[ilovechuuyakjk]

Willow and Hunter dating headcanons/short story of having a s/o that has trouble falling and staying asleep?? thx ^^

damn i have this problem too

This will be in thanks to them

Willow x reader x hunter

Let's just say they weren't too happy about it.

Hunter can understand, he probably went to bed very late at the castle

Willow understands too, she knows that not everyone can fall asleep easily.

She always tries to do something to make you sleep easier, sometimes she succeeds but most of the time she doesn't.

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Let's say hunter wakes up at 3 am, he knows you're awake because your sleeping bag is empty

So he goes to the kitchen and finds you there.

" It's 3 am what are you doing?!

" I'm hungry and I can't sleep "

When you realize you're being taken to bed by him, he puts you in the sleeping bag and then puts himself on top of you, hugging you so you don't escape

" Now sleep, I'll be here if you need anything "

An hour went by and you couldn't sleep, neither of you could sleep

" Are you awake too? " You ask him opening your eyes

" Yes, I'll be right back " He said going upstairs to wake up Willow who is fast asleep.

It was a great silence, you could only hear Gus breathing calmly sleeping

But then you heard willow and hunter opening the door and coming downstairs

Willow sat cross-legged on the edge of her sleeping bag, Hunter sat beside her.

" Well I know some techniques to help me sleep, I always do some to help me sleep so let's try and if we don't I have another plan! " She said in an excited voice but low, to not wake up gus

You tried a few but they couldn't make you fall asleep but you got more sleepy but not enough to sleep

Hunter already fell asleep in the first one, you and willow thought it was cute

After they were done you lay down next to him with your head on his shoulder willow found a camera downstairs and tried to take a picture but couldn't

The camera looked damaged

She got a sad face, she just wanted to take a picture of her partners who were so cute cuddling each other

She then smiled and went to lie down on the other side of yours, and murmured

" Close your eyes and try to sleep, if you can't I can use a flower to try to make you sleep "

You did what she asked because you didn't want to be put to sleep by a flower.

After 15 minutes you managed to sleep but not for long, only 2 hours

When you looked at hunter's side he was also awake

He looked at you with tender eyes and said

" hey, you can't sleep anymore? "

" no "

" same " He said looking at the ceiling playing with his hands

willow was still sleeping, soundly and so was Gus, after all it was 6 am. you and hunter were the only ones awake, you two decided to go upstairs to eat, your palisman went after you

You didn't know what to say, Hunter was right in front of you eating silently, a very quiet but comfortable silence.

.

..

...

....

Until you heard a noise, it was Willow

" You two are already awake hm? " She said giving you a kiss on the cheek

" Yes, we couldn't sleep anymore " Hunter said continuing to eat

" You two... We should talk about this with Camila, y/n's eyes are full of sleep and so are yours hunter! " She said taking your face in her hands

" That would only cause more problems for the lady noceda, she's already doing too much I don't want to make her more problems" you said taking your face out of her hands and looking at the ground

The two looked at each other and then at you with a look of concern.

Hunter now went to your side putting his hand on your shoulder

" Y/n, you need to sleep more, this can't go on like this, more and more I catch you at 3 and sometimes 2 am up here and whenever I wake up you're already awake! It's not good, we're just going to cause Miss Camilla more trouble if you keep this up, she'll find out one day by your red eyes! pls y/n, the three of us will go there and tell her with you ok? " He said taking his hand off your shoulder and grabbing your hands

" Yea hunter also needs to tell her about her own sleep, we're going the three after lunch now, what do you think about getting a game downstairs until they wake up? " Willow said smiling looking into your eyes

You were happier about it, you still didn't want to talk to Camila thinking it would only cause her problems but you couldn't say no to both of them

" ok..." You said with a sad smile and went to get the game

Eventually they woke up and you went to put the game downstairs, the three of you told Camila the problem and she was grateful for it. She managed to find a solution to the problem, it didn't work much but it made you and hunter sleep more than 6 hours so a win is a win, you three were happy for now

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I hope you like it!

I have at least 5+ in the drafts, I'm almost done with it

Byeee!

[daddyelliott1979]

Nearly a year ago I became a Daddy switch and I see many of these posts floating about of what to say to a little, most are about humiliation, so as a nurturing, kind, loving daddy I thought I would do my own version!

30 sweet and nurturing things to say or do to a baby boy

#1 Awwww utoh someone's got a Soggy bum bum, that's ok Kiddo Daddy knows you can't help it, you're Daddy's sweet Baby boy after all

#2 Oh wow kiddo did you Draw that for Daddy?.Such a clever boy!

#3 You were such a good boy today, Daddy is so proud of you, go put a gold star on your star chart

#4 *talking to his bear* what's that Mr Teddy, he's got a poorly tummy! Oh no! Looks like someone needs Daddys magic tummy kisses *kisses tummy untill baby giggles*

#5 *whenever you ask him how his Nappy got so wet and he blames his stuffie* oh gasp! He didn't wet your Nappy did he? Oh he's such a naughty bear, what ever will daddy do!

#6 *when he wakes up crying from a nightmare about monsters* Oh no! Was it the potty monster? Oh a real monster? Well Daddy will find mean old monster who upset my boy and give him a piece of my mind!

#7 *when he's sad about something so you pull him on your lap* where the sad feelings baby boy, daddy will kiss them away *you kiss and blow raspberries on the sad places till he's all giggling"

#8 *when he shows you his new toy and he's excited* oh wow kiddo that such a fun toy, can Daddy play too?

#9 *when he feels bad that he like babyish things, and you get down to his level, hold his chin and look deep in his eyes* you're the most perfect, special little boy in the world and Daddy loves you very much

#10 *when the above doesn't work* my little boy loves right here in daddy's heart *pointing to your heart*

#11 *when he's all excited about his latest interest, smile and absorb his adorable happiness* that's amazing kiddo, you're so smart

#12 when he wants to watch the same episode of his favourite cartoon again, just smile and absorb all that adorable happiness

#13 *when he's upset that he leaked* shush it's ok baby boy, it doesn't matter that you leaked, youre still daddy's special little boy

#14 call him YOUR special little boy often

#15*when he's scoping out that toy for ages in the toy shop, and you know it's more than his pocket money allows, buy it for him because you want to see how it will bring his imagination alive

#16 when he can't decide which toy he wants so you buy them both but praise him because he's been such a well behaved good little boy that week

#17 when he wants that extra story, give it to him because it's 5 more minutes of extra snuggles

#18 *when he tries to act like a big boy* oh sweetheart you're much to little for that, let Daddy help

#19 *when he's trying to be a big boy to show you how good he is* praise him, and tell how wonderful he is for trying

#20 when he's upset and cries offer him daddy's magic kisses and a Dino plaster

#21 *when he's down because his family are mean* tears fall for a reason, you cry not because you are weak, but because you are strong and brave (from the fox, the horse, the mole and the little boy)

#22 when he's to excited about that zoo trip in the morning, let him sleep in your bed, even if it means going to bed early, because a snuggly baby boy is the best!

#23 because cookies are the answer to every time he refuses to eat his broccoli!

#24 and also Ice cream!

#25 when he's having a hard time at work so you just hold him and hold space for him to process, then grab a Nappy and proceed to baby him because you know he needs it

#26 a happy little is one that gets to watch as much bluey, paw patrol or power rangers as much as he likes!

#27 you always get the best snuggles with #26!

#28 everything is fun when you get down on their level, a sofa and a blanket is a cave, a bed is a pirate ship under siege from the Nappy pirate's, and a woods is an enchanted forest with a dragon!

#29 he makes you melt when he says I love you and you don't fight back the tears, showing your boy it's ok and safe to be vulnerable

#30 because his sweet, adorable, loving, babyishnes brings your Daddyness alive, so treasure it, protect it, nurture it, and know everytime he places his hand in your hand, you're holding onto his beautiful little heart!

Hope you enjoyed!

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 15: You Don't Want Me?

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11 p.m. 

“OH MY GOD, how I missed the feeling of fresh air,” Tae whines, virtually sprinting out of the hospital. It has been a month since we were placed in the labour and delivery unit, but, the adjustments to the hectic workload have yet to be made. All I can say is that nursing is not for the weak. We have weekly clinicals on Mondays and Fridays, each lasting eight hours. Because Tae and I are both night owls, we picked the night shifts. I would rather be dead on a stick than wake up at 5 am to work for free. 

“Tae, be careful it's dark out there,” I yell out from the entrance, shivering in my scrubs. He looks like a child, skipping side to side, waving his hands at the passing airplane in the sky. 

“Miraya, hurry up, the train is gonna leave soon,” Tae says, before pulling my backpack over his shoulder. He doesn’t have a car and I don’t have my licence so in terms of transportation, we rely on the late-night transit system. All is good until we stumble upon people who have consumed too much alcohol or indulged in some illegal substances at our station.  

“Stay close to me, ok?” Tae whispers as the train doors lock. Putting on my earphones, I lower my head, eyes focused on the Pepsi can rolling down the aisle. Succumbing to the fatigue I can feel my eyelids getting heavy, before dozing off on Tae’s shoulder. 

--

Knock Knock Knock 

Shifting in my bed I let out a deep sigh as my body trembles from the long stretch. The sun is barely out as the clock strikes 6 a.m. Making my way towards the door, hair in a messy bun and body covered in a Hello Kitty robe I look at the peak hole. 

“Jungkook, what on God’s green earth are you doing here?” I whisper, pulling him inside. 

“Get ready Peaches, we’re going to the gym,” he exclaims, placing his bag on the table. Left dumbfounded, I try to analyze his face, searching for any hints of this being a joke. Unfortunately, he looked pretty serious as he filled up my water bottle and packed some snacks to go. 

“Pardon?” I scoff, hands now folded over my chest. 

“Your clinicals finish too late, it’s a dangerous world out there,” he grins, pulling me closer by the robe string. Cupping my face he places a soft kiss on my forehead, before looking back at my face, which was still vividly confused. 

“I have Tae,” I reply softly, eyes focused on him. 

“Thank God for that, but you still need to learn some self-defence. Pretty girls know how to fight,” Jungkook chuckles, caressing my cheek with his thumb. 

“I’m too tired Jungkook, please can we just sleep?” I whine into his embrace, arms tightening around his torso. With a soft smile, he leans his head back as I sneak in a few minutes of rest before being awakened once again. 

Entering the gym we bow to the receptionist before Jungkook leads the way toward the boxing room which surprisingly, we were not the only ones occupying. Giving a quick smile to the girls stretching at the back, I begin unpacking my stuff. I am not dressed in proper gym attire because I simply don't own one, so a white crop top and black sweatpants had to do. Jungkook, on the other hand, blended right in with his black muscle tee and red boxer shorts. Making sure the gloves were not too tight on my hand, he clasps the velcro in place before going through some preliminary stretches. 

“Okay Peaches, if someone comes up behind you and grabs you by the shoulders, what will you do?” Jungkook asks, proceeding to stand in the hypothetical position. 

“Curse them out? I don't know,” I sigh, shaking my head, body still tired from the night before. 

“Miraya, you have to focus please,” he whispers into my ear, hands gliding down to my waist as I flinch at his bare touch. Grabbing my hand he attaches it to his, signalling the twisting motion of his arm. 

“Twisting their hand will buy you some time to run,” he explains, gaze focused on my concentrated expression. 

“If you want, you can also kick them in the balls, that'll definitely get them,” Jungkook chuckles as I sigh at his energetic state. 

“Why can't you just be with me at all times?” I whine, leaning into his chest and placing my arms around his neck. 

“You have those dreams too?” he grins, tightening the grip on my waist as I can't help but roll my eyes at his teasing. 

--

“Mira, do you want anything from the cafeteria?” Tae asks as we make our way toward the lunchroom. Today has been extremely difficult, both emotionally and physically. An older “gentleman” spit right at me, insisting to see a real doctor. While another one made me chase him around the room before I could get his vitals. 

“Just some coffee please,” I reply with a soft smile. Unpacking my meal prep, I offer Hanbin a seat at our table since he was the only other group member from our cohort. With the hectic workload, we barely get time to actually get to know our coworkers, so small chit-chats over lunch will have to suffice. 

“So, are you enjoying nursing so far?” I break the awkward silence, as Hanbin heats his food. 

“If you consider mental breakdowns enjoyable then yeah, sure” he chuckles, leaning back on the cupboard. 

“So real, I don’t remember the last time I smiled, to be honest,” I giggle, taking a bite of my salmon. 

“But, hey, at least we have the Winter Formal,” he replies with a grin. 

“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot,” 

Remembering how excited Tae was about this dance, I realized that I was not prepared for it at all. I guess I got so caught up in all the schoolwork that it completely slipped my mind. Plus, I’m not much of a party animal unless a drop of alcohol enters my system, then, there’s just no going back for me. 

“No worries, have you thought about your plus one?” Hanbin chuckles, bringing his chair closer to mine, gaze focused on my lips. Technically, nothing happened but suddenly the ambience of the room felt different. Moving my stuff closer, I reply with a soft smile before Tae barges in with coffee in one hand and a sticky note in another. 

“What took you so long?” I let out a relieved sigh, eyes locked on Tae’s, hoping he could also sense the tension in the room. 

“I just got myself a date for the Formal,” he grins, parading the yellow piece of paper. Taking a seat between Hanbin and I, he takes a bite of my salmon with no questions asked. Before I can slap his forearm, he calls a truce with the hot coffee in front of me. 

“This whole time you were flirting with some stranger?” I sigh, rolling my eyes at his teasing smile. 

“A sexy, tall, blonde stranger,” he adds, poking my nose as I huff at his childishness. “Anyways, what were you guys talking about?” 

“Oh, I was just asking Mira about her plus one for the Formal,” Hanbin says, both of their eyes now focused on my blank face. Obviously, my mind went straight to Jungkook, but I doubt he would be interested, especially since he wouldn’t know anyone there aside from Tae and I. 

“Surely, it will be Jungkook,” Tae’s voice interrupts my thoughts as Hanbin lets out a soft gasp. Trying to avoid eye contact with either of them, I busy myself with the rest of my lunch. 

“Jungkook? Is that your boyfriend?” he asks softly, leaning back on his chair as Tae proceeds to nod his head. 

“Yeah, they’re basically dating,” Tae exclaims, looking back at my dumbfounded expression with a teasing grin. It seems like I have no say in the conversation about my life, as my attempt at clearing things up is interrupted by the sound of a pager. 

“That’s a wrap everyone,” Tae chuckles as we rush back to our unit base. 

--

Mira: Hey, are you busy?

Jungkook: Just finishing up at the gym, what’s up? 

Mira: You don’t have to but, if you are free on Friday, do you want to go to the Winter Formal? 

Jungkook: With you? 

Mira: … well don’t sound so excited -_-

Jungkook: No, I mean as your date? 

Mira: I guess? We don’t have to put any labels though. 

Jungkook: I would love to ;) 

--

Touching up my makeup, I scramble through the mess on the bathroom counter hoping to find the last Q-tip. I’ve never been good at makeup but thankfully, it seems that the beauty gurus have possessed my body today because smokey eyes have never been my forte. Taking the last set of curlers out of my hair, I’m interrupted by the knocks on the front door.

“Hi Peaches,” Jungkook grins, gaze focused on my Hello Kitty robe. That's the thing, I have yet to pick an outfit, I mean I have options but none of them left me in awe. He on the other hand looked really good. A tux does that to a guy, I guess. Waving him inside I hurry to my room, praying that a perfect outfit would just summon itself before I get there. 

“Ok, what do you think, is this too much?” I say out of breath from all the adrenaline. Walking out in a black silk dress with a slit at the front, I nervously pat the sides of the waistline as a grin forms on Jungkook’s face. Nibbling on his rip rings, he can’t help but let out a small chuckle shaking his head. 

“Hello? How do I look?” I scoff at his teasing. 

“Hot, but you look better under me,” he finally says, before pulling my form on his lap. 

“Ok, that’s enough. Do you think it’s too much though?” I say softly, trying to ignore the tension building between our close proximity. 

“I can fight, Peaches. Wear whatever you want,” he whispers into my ear before placing a small kiss on the soft skin, tightening his grip on my waist. 

--

Entering the hall decorated in a beautiful white and blue palette, Jungkook and I wave to Tae who was accompanied by a mysterious blondie. It’s obvious that the student council did not hold back on the budget, I mean there was live music, an array of various cuisines and a whole ice sculpture just plopped at the entrance. I guess our tuition is being used for a good cause. 

“Sheesh, you guys do look like a couple, is there something you aren’t telling me?” Tae exclaims, looking us up and down before placing his hand around the girl next to him. 

“This is Minji, she is also a student nurse but her placement is in the ICU,” he says excitedly, boxy smile on full display. 

“Pleasure to meet you Minji, I’m Mira and this is Jungkook,” I say, reaching out for a handshake, as Jungkook gives her a small smile. She was wearing a lacey, mini-pink dress with a sweetheart neckline. Side by side we would look like an epitome of yin-yang, just light and darkness. 

“Pleasure is all mine, Tae has told me all about you,” she replies, leaning into his chest as he welcomes her into a soft embrace. Letting out an awkward chuckle, I can’t help but think about the tea he must have spilled with his blabbermouth. My thoughts, however, are interrupted by the sudden feeling of a hand on my back. Flinching at the sensation, I naturally turn to Jungkook, gaze focused on his confused face as he lets out a soft hum. 

“Hi guys,” Hanbin says, wrapping his hands around Tae and I’s shoulders, before focusing his gaze on Jungkook who was already looking directly at him. Moving my body closer to his, Junkook rests his hands on my waist, tracing little circles on the fabric. 

“You must be the Jungkook,” Hanbin exclaims with a grin, before reaching in for a handshake which Jungkook quickly declines with a slight nod. 

“And you would be?” 

“Oh, I’m Hanbin, has Mira never mentioned me?” Hanbin asks, letting out a small chuckle before meeting my eyes. 

“Never,” Jungkook scoffs, leaning his head on mine. 

“Well, I would kill for a drink right now,” I say promptly, feeling the tension rise between the two men. Meeting Tae’s eyes, I plead for assistance as he quickly ushers Hanbin and Minji inside. Following them I pull Jungkook’s arm, trying to avoid his eyes which are now filled with questions. 

--

“Oh shoot,” I softly yelp, tripping over my slippers as Jungkook leads my tipsy self to the bedroom. The party was a blast, we danced, ate, talked, and most importantly drank. Well, Tae and I did. Jungkook settled for a can of Coke as our responsible designated driver. 

“Miraya, where is your towel?” he asks, rummaging through the aftermath of my outfit selection fiasco. Handing me a pink towel, we walk towards the bathroom as he stops at the door.

“Jungkook, I need help,” I whine, eyes irritated by the bright light. 

“Peaches, you can do it yourself,” he exclaims, resting his head on the doorframe before succumbing to my cries. Moving my hair out of the way his hands find the dress zipper before slowly pulling it down. I flinch at the feeling of his soft breath on my exposed back, turning my gaze towards his dark orbs.  

“Thank you,” I whisper, letting out a small smile, before pushing him out of the bathroom. 

Unable to respond as the door slams shut, Jungkook plops his fatigued body onto the bed, careful not to get it dirty. Scanning the room, he grins at the plethora of baby photos hanging on the wall before coming in for a closer look. 

“So, you’ve always been cute,” he chuckles, looking back at my freshly bathed self. Hair wrapped in a towel, I was repping my iconic Barbie pyjamas before virtually melting into the soft duvet. Still tipsy, I pull him over, leaving no space between us as a soft frown forms on his face. 

“Hanbin … does he bother you?” Jungkook says, eyes lowered on my hands. 

“No, we just work in the same unit,” I mumble, letting out a small yawn. 

“So, he has never made a move on you?” he says, eyes now focused on mine. 

“God no, Jungkook, what are you on?” I scoff, falling back on the soft pillows, as my eyes finally rest. 

“Well I don’t know, he seemed very comfortable tonight,” he explains, as I reach for his hand. 

“Jungkook, I want you,” I whine softly, eyes barely staying open as my fingers intertwine with his. Surprised by the sudden flashlight, I look up at the phone camera in front of me. 

“What are you doing?” I yelp, pulling the duvet over my face. 

“Recording this for evidence or else you won’t believe me tomorrow,” he grins, placing the phone back on the night table. 

“What? You don’t want me?” I say, eyes peeking through the covers. Scoffing at the remark, he can’t help but shake his head with a grin, before moving in closer. 

“That’s not fair, you know exactly what I want and what I need, Peaches”

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[kathysturniolo]

Understand you.

description: a teenage girl, February Martin, struggling with mental health and addiction who hates talking about her feelings. she likes the fact that nobody notices. however, her best friend, Matt, starts to realize more and more that she's losing herself.

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"Feb.."

"Feb, wake up."

"February.."

"Feb! "

   My eyes flickered open. I heard Sarah's voice. I looked at her. The light burned into my pupils.

"Ms. Tilson just asked you a question."

"I-I'm sorr- what? " I lifted myself up. My arms were numb.

"I asked you to identify this triangle. February. "

My eyes fixated on the board. It was blurry. I looked around and everyone's eyes were plastered to me.

"I- um- I don't know." My nails dug into my arm. I heard whispers and people were giving me looks, almost like they wanted to yell 'boo' at me.

"Miss Martin, you've been sleeping in my class almost this entire semester. "She sighed.

I didn't say anything. I wanted to. I just stared at my legs. She pinched the bridge of her nose and picked up a marker.

"Does anybody else want to try to identify the triangle? "

Hands rose like fucking springs. You idiot.

After that class, I left early. Like, 'asking to go to bathroom and then walking out of the door' early. I'm surprised I've never been caught before, after doing it at least 20 times this year. I found a gas station and sat outside on a piece of side walk and pulled out my my phone.

feb:

heyy

matt:

dude did u leave class again?

feb:

yeah lol sorry

matt:

yk your gonna get caught one day for just leaving.

feb:

it hasn't happened yet so 🤷‍♀️

matt:

ok lol. where are you?

feb:

Dan's gas station

matt:

come by my house after i get out, k?

I sighed and sat down my phone. i was going to go to a bar tonight. Get 'today' off my mind.

feb:

alright

I headed home after sitting down for about 15 minutes. If I was being honest, I didn't want to explain to my dad why I was home early, but I just wanted to go home for a little bit.

I opened the door. The creak made my body twitch. I hated this damn door.

"Dad, " I shook him.

Yep, he was knocked out.

Thank God.

His beer can spilled a little on the floor, leading me to accidently stepping in the puddle of liquid.

"Shit."

Well, that was another reason why my day sucked. I took off my now soaked converses and threw them over in the living room, rushing to my room.

My room was a mess. I didn't remember leaving it like this. I just threw myself on my bed, opening the sandwhich bag of meth I had in the corner of my bed, hidden under some covers. When Matt finds out I didn't stop using he'll be so pissed at me. His voice rang inside my head.

6:51

matt:

u still coming over?

My phone buzzes beside me. I woke up as my body was leaned off the bed.

I was definitely high. .

feb:

ya

I cut my phone off and tried to get up. My head got dizzy and my vision went black.

It's okay, maybe he won't notice.

I put on a dark blue sweatshirt, put on a pair of sneakers, and walked out of my room, down the stairs.

Dad was still fast asleep. Part of me didn't really care and wanted to let him sleep but the other part of me wanted to wake him up and make sure he didn't die in his sleep. I was almost out the door when I sighed and turned back around and made my way to my dad and put my finger under his nose to make sure he was breathing.

He was, thank God.

I walked back to the door and walked out. I forgot to lock it but, it's a small neighborhood, I think it'll be okay.

I must've not been too high, I could still function. I was kinda dizzy still. Hopefully, I don't get hit by a car as I'm walking to Matt's.

feb:

im on my way

I slid my phone in the pocket of my sweats. and speed-walked down the street and curved a couple corners until I made it to his house. He had a better house then me, it was bigger and cleaner. He loves to clean, so that makes sense.

feb:

here

A couple seconds later, Matt's blue eye met mine. He greets me with a big smile.

"Hey, kid," He said, poking out his hand, gesturing to do our handshake.

I smiled and grabbed his hand, "Bro I said stop calling me kid, you're literally younger then me," I laughed.

"By what? 4 months?" He said furrowing his eyebrows and smiling.

We both laughed and I walked into his house fully.

"Parents are at work, so we're definitely using the kitchen." He said, chuckling.

"Aww, mann, but Marylou and Jimmy are the only reason I even come here," I teased.

He laughed and we walked up the stairs to him room. He had an awesome room. His LED lights were always on green, he had a huge bed, and a big blue bean bag chair. He had a huge gaming set up, and a walk in closet with band posters stuck to it from top to bottom.

I plopped on his bed and kicked off my shoes. He climbed beside me.

"Dude, I saw this movie on TikTok, it's about some psyco killer clown. It seems pretty badass. "

I was zoned out, my head in the clouds, I almost didn't hear what Matt said.

"Alright, " I said with an unconvincing laugh.

I could tell he was confused on my lack of excitement because I saw him look at me from the corner of my eye.

He cut of the tv, and put it to the movie. My head was killing me. I clenched my eyes shut and winced a little. He tapped on my shoulder.

"Are you good bro?' He said, with a little bit of a laugh.

"Yeah, duh" I said sarcastically.

The movie played for at least 10 minutes before my vision went black again and I got dizzy. I started to lean back a little bit.

"Feb." He said, seriously. So seriously, it kind of scared me.

"What?" I said innocently, as I looked him.

He looked at me, squinting his eyes a bit. He parted his lips and frowned at me.

'You're using again. " he sighed.

"What? Matt. I'm not. I'm no- not."

I looked at him. I could see his eyes start to water.

"Feb, you promised me you'd stop. You promised me." He looked at me, with glossy eyes.

"Matt, I- I'm n-" My voice cracked. My eyes swelled with tears. "I can't, Matt."

Matt wiped his hand over his mouth. I could see a tear, screaming to come out of his eye.

I covered my mouth with my hand. I tried not to cry. I closed my eyes to try to keep the tears in.

He leaned over me, putting his hands on my arms. He looked at me, he didn't say anything. It was almost like he was waiting for the whole world to disappear and it just be us.

"February," He spoke, "It's okay."

He took his thumb and wiped his thumb across my face.

"You're my best friend Feb. You told me you were getting better. You told me that you stopped."

"Matt, I- I'm sorry." I sighed.

"What's going on? You first started using when your grandma died. That was your worst breaking point. That was 3 years ago. What's going on now? " He whispered.

"Nothing, Matt. Nothing, I promise."

"February, talk to me."

"You won't understand."

"You're my best friend, I understand you, Kid"

"My dad." I whispered.

"Your dad? What's wrong with your dad?" Matt asked concerned.

"He misses Mom, Matt. Last month was her birthday. He's been isolating since." My voice cracked.

Fuck, don't cry again February.

Matt pulled me into a hug. I put my face into the crook of his neck, trying not to cry.

"I'm so sorry. " He whispered as he rested his chin on my head. "Can you stay tonight? I just want to make sure you're okay."

I breathed out and wiped the tears off my eyes and nodded."

"I'm here for you, February. For fucking ever."

I chuckled, and we laid back and continued watching the movie.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera - Ch 17 - Haunted

Oops. It all went a bit pear shaped didn’t it?

John&Virgil discuss bagels, EOS goes loopy and Scott fails to enjoy his whisky.

Another long one, but a lot had to happen before I could tag @sofasurf back in for the next chapter so… buckle up ;)

(Previous… Prologue - Stars are Only Visible in Darkness, Estera - 1 - Colour, 2 - Dinosaur, 3 - Shoes, 4 - Thunderbird, 5 - Lesson, 6 - Safe, 7 - Gull, 8 - Deliver, 9 - Coffee, 10 - Flight, 11 - Run, 12 - Fall, 13 - Trying, 14 - Hide, 15 - Wait, 16 - Distraction)

(Sofasurf’s Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)

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“Hey Johnny what’s up?”

“Don’t call me Johnny.”

“Sure.” Virgil squinted as he rubbed out a middle C on the score he was drafting and replaced it with the Ab. Ah, perfect. He smiled to himself, he was nearly there with this one.

“Scott sent bagels to the girl.”

“He… bagels?”

“Yes. Bagels.”

Virgil frowned and scrubbed out 4 bars of the bass line. Too derivative.

“Bagels, Virgil.”

“You can’t have every bagel on the planet John, got to let us earthbound types have a few of them.”

“What? That’s not… Virgil! Pay attention this is important!”

Virgil sighed and closed the manuscript. “What are you concerned about John?”

“It’s HER. He’s… getting too… involved. What if…? Look what happened before.”

If he couldn’t already tell from the furrowed brow, John’s uncharacteristic incoherence would speak volumes about how worried he was. And Virgil sympathised, he really did. Worried-about-Scott was a fairly constant state of mind for him too. But this time… he just didn’t see it.

“John, he’s… happy. He’s on form, he’s fit, he’s enjoying himself - that rescue yesterday? He was on fire, honestly. I thought Allie might ask for his autograph at some point. He’s relaxed. He’s laughing again. I think he might actually be sleeping occasionally.” Virgil paused for a moment and experienced a rush of thankfulness as he processed exactly how relieved he was by how things had changed in recent weeks.

“EXACTLY Virgil. We’ve only just got him back! What if she… triggers something? Or… or breaks his heart? What if next time we don’t get him back?”

“I don’t think she’s any more likely to break his heart than anyone else. Remember the Ruby Summers debacle?”

John cringed. That had been a difficult month for anyone within a 2 mile radius of their eldest brother.

“If he’s interested in her romantically he’s moving unusually slowly for him. You know what he’s like. It’s entirely possible he’s just trying to be supportive - they clearly have something in common. He told me she understands things he can’t explain. Don’t you think it’s good for him to have a friend who does?”

“But…”

“Either something will come of it or it won’t, John. And if he gets hurt we’ll be here. Like we would for any of us.”

Holographic shoulders slumped.

“He won’t thank you for interfering, John.”

“I’m not going to!”

“Good.”

His brother’s image winked out while still muttering and Virgil turned back to his manuscript. He chuckled to himself

“Bagels eh? That’s a new one, Scotty.”

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Can I ask you something?

Of course!

Fire away

How do you know my address?

Scott?

Ok, I was hoping that wouldn’t be a complicated question.

Please answer the question.

You can’t, can you?

You see I’m ex-directory, always have been. I opted out.

To stop creepy people looking me up, actually.

My name and address isn’t anywhere public.

Have you had me followed?

Is it the young guy with the ridiculous beard and the labradoodle Bez has befriended on the beach?

It is isn’t it?

I knew there was something odd about him. He was too friendly.

I can’t believe this.

Please stop. I don’t know what kind of person you think I am, but I am not that kind of person.

Ok? I’m not interested in… whatever it is you want.

Please leave me alone.

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8 hours of mudslide hell and Scott was ready to drop. Debrief was postponed until they’d all got some sleep and he hastened to the privacy of his room, opening up the messages app on his comm as he did so. A notification popped up - 15 unread messages.

A little warm glow nestled at the base of his rib cage and he smiled, deciding to go and sit on the balcony under the stars to read them. Maybe with a small measure of whisky. As he poured it he remembered she’d been about to ask him something.

He sat back and toasted the moon then opened the chat as he took a sip.

His blood ran cold.

He put the glass down with a shaking hand and sank his teeth into his fist, desperately trying not to panic. He needed to react calmly and slowly and not like the psychopath she clearly thought he was.

He scanned the messages again and they were even worse on second reading.

Slow be damned. He’d already apparently ignored her for hours. He fired back a message.

Estera I promise this isn’t what you think it is.

I understand why you think it is but it isn’t.

Please let me explain.

He downed the whisky and started pacing the balcony.

I haven’t had you followed.

I don’t ‘want anything’ from you.

Please believe me.

The messages remained unread.

“EOS!!”

“Hello Scott”

“EOS which directory did you use to look up Estera’s address?”

“I didn’t use a directory, Scott. I already knew the address.”

Scott closed his eyes. The school staff records. Of course she didn’t need to look it up.

He hadn’t considered EOS would even need to do anything… EOS-ey. It hadn’t occurred to him Estera wouldn’t be in the public directory, most people were these days. Those who weren’t… there was usually a reason.

And now he’d scared her. Which was categorically the last thing on the planet he wanted to do.

He checked again and the messages were still unread. He resisted the urge to throw his comm into the pool and walked quietly back into his room to place it on the bedside table. And then very calmly sat on the side of the bed, picked up the fluffiest cushion in his arsenal and screamed a string of curses into it.

“Scott you are distressed? I am sorry I didn’t mean to upset you. What did I do wrong? Can I fix it please?”

She actually sounded upset. He’d somehow managed to upset the emotionless AI. At what point had John programmed ‘shaky tearful voice’ into his robot friend?

He placed the cushion carefully on his knees, pressed his lips together and shook his head. He opened the message app again. Still nothing.

“No, EOS, you can���t fix it. Please leave me alone now. I need to think.”

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Alan slid across the kitchen floor in his socked feet, cracking the seal on the instant noodles and popping the microwave door in one slick movement. Nice. He put them inside and set the timer before stretching with a loud yawn and a satisfied grin. It wasn’t gourmet but fast food was food and it was fast. 13 seconds later he leapt backwards in surprise as with a loud POOF the packet exploded into flames.

Huh. Maybe the microwaveable noodles weren’t microwaveable after all. He must have messed up and put the wrong kind in. Oops.

Ok, fine. He grabbed one of the slower, ‘just add boiling water’ type instead and flicked the switch on the kettle. The fuse blew immediately. He pouted. Why wouldn’t the universe let him have noodles tonight?

The cleaning bot whirred into life and threw itself down the stairs with a clatter.

Then all the lightbulbs went out one by one.

He stood in the dark, trying not to freak out when he heard a faint, almost childish sob from the lounge and did his best not to whimper as he backed into the corner.

He opened his comm and whispered in a definitely calm and not at all terrified way:

“John… John…? I think we got a haunting situation going on. Please help.”

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John answered his little brother’s call whilst dodging flying bagels and consequently he didn’t entirely understand Alan’s whispered SOS the first time.

Taking cover in the shower cubicle, he asked him to repeat it. The shower switched on at full power and minimum temperature.

“EOS! Please! Can we talk about this?”

There was silence and the lights flickered.

“Alan, I think I know what’s happened. There’s no ghost, I promise. I’ll call you back ok?”

There was a whimper from the other end of the line and an eerily similar one from out in the gravity ring. He poked his head around the door and hoped that this time around he wasn’t about to be crushed to death.

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Scott typed and deleted messages over and over.

What was the point if she wasn’t picking them up?

Why didn’t she have her phone? Had something happened?

She’d been ill… what if it had been more serious than she thought? What if… what if she needed help and nobody was there?

He itched to jump into One and to just go and CHECK. But that would obviously be a terrible idea in the current circumstances.

He glared at his comm, willing the ticks to turn green. And then startled as they did.

Nothing happened for what felt like hours but might have been only moments. Then

✨Estera✨ is typing…

He waited, hardly daring to breathe.

I’m listening.

Right. You’ve got one shot at this, Tracy.

Ok… first I’m so sorry for going quiet, we had a long rescue and there just wasn’t chance to check messages. I wasn’t deliberately ignoring you. I hadn’t actually read your question as it popped up just before we launched, if I had I would have answered it as it’s a good question.

Ok.

I messed up. A call came in yesterday as I was putting the order through and I had to launch One to rescue some climbers but I didn’t know how long it would take.

I just wanted to make sure you had something you could eat when you woke up. That’s all it was. I was worried I’d miss the delivery slot if I waited so

We have this new PA who is…

She’s great but she takes things very literally and I did not explain adequately. It was my fault.

I asked her to look up your address and add it to the order. She has access to non-public information for some of the stuff we have to do with work and I didn’t think to tell her to restrict her search when it was a personal matter.

I’m sorry, it was a breach of your privacy and I will have words with her on the topic.

I don’t know your address.

And I won’t ever know it unless you tell it to me.

I see.

And if anything else I’ve said or done has made you uncomfortable, I apologise.

Honestly I have no ulterior motive here.

I’d like to be friends if you wanted that and I’m here for you if you ever need anything but otherwise…

I just want you to be ok. But I understand if it’s too much

I know I can be too much

I can back off.

I’m rambling and will shut up now. 😏

Ok. Thank you for explaining.

I’m going to need to think for a while.

Sure, whatever you need. No rush from me.

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John’s hologram popped up looking concerned. Scott sighed and bit back an impatient comment.

“I’m fine, John.”

“EOS…”

“Is tattling on me again I assume?”

“No… she’s having some kind of breakdown about upsetting you.”

“Oh. Perfect.”

“What’s up?”

“Personal thing. It’s ok. Don’t worry about it.”

John looked like he was going to argue.

“Please? Just… let me deal with my own stuff ok? I will ask if I need anything. What’s up with EOS? Tell her it’s ok - the misunderstanding was my fault not hers.”

John looked over his shoulder and dropped his voice such that Scott had to stop pacing to hear properly.

“She had a small… tantrum, in the kitchen. I believe Alan is hiding in the cupboard under the sink, could you go and rescue him?”

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He’d like to say he hadn’t been checking for new messages on a 3 minutely basis but it wouldn’t be strictly accurate.

He’d achieved a lot in between the compulsive refreshing though. First he got his big brother face on and coaxed Alan out of the cupboard. Following a brief conversation with John about toning down the “Do Not Upset Scott” aspect of her programming, he reassured EOS she was still his favourite niece and set about replacing the fuse in the kettle. He powered through the GDF paperwork then made precisely 74 chocolate chip pancakes because pancakes were definitely an acceptable substitute for sleep.

3 hours and 26 minutes later there was a soft ping from his comm.

Hello Scott

A soft voice in the back of his mind that sounded a lot like Virgil murmured “wait…” so he bit his lip and sat on his hands. The “is typing” symbol pulsed at him maddeningly.

I don’t know what you meant by having “words” but please don’t sack your PA or anything.

Hi Estera

Oh, no, I wouldn’t do that. It’s a training issue and thus my responsibility to sort out.

Ok.

Another pause.

I’m sorry I overreacted.

I don’t know that you did - it was a reasonable reaction to what you thought had happened.

Hmm.

And I’m sorry you were left thinking it so long. I should have said I had to go.

I should have guessed really. With your job being what it is.

Maybe. But you were also understandably freaked out so…

You’re quite an intimidating family you know.

We are?

Err yes?!!!!

The thought of being on the wrong side of you guys is… worrying.

When I thought… well. I didn’t know how I could escape. I was scared.

I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say really except we aren’t exactly the vengeful type.

But I don’t want you to think you have to be on any side of us… or of me.

If you want I can just say it was good to meet you, I’m glad that we both survived and wish you well.

Hmm would be kind of sad though.

Why is that?

I guess I’d miss the awful jokes…

Well fortunately I have an almost infinite supply of them.

I suspect I will live to regret saying that

Ha! 🤣

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Why could nobody see the seagull?

Because it was in da skies!

I hereby award you Level 1 Dad Jokes.

Is there a badge?

I’ll look into it.

Scott grinned to himself and opened up a comm channel.

“EOS?”

“Yes Scott?”

“You’ll like this one…”

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Chapter 18…

[dollsonmain]

Ok, Son's at school. I didn't realize they're getting out early on Thursday instead of on Friday, so I have a lot less alone time before another long holiday break than I thought.

Ugh. I do honestly like spending time with my Son, but not the noise videos he likes. They hurt. He's good about understanding when I can't take it anymore, though, and will either go in another room or is comfortable with me going down to the basement for a while.

I think maybe we'll listen to some of those records that I found unbearable together over the holiday. I think Son might like those, and while I don't like them, it doesn't mean he's not allowed to.

Still need to get a record cleaning kit.

-

That Guy is pushing both Son and me to get jobs somewhere in town without cars. I'm like, how we get to work????

He usually yells at me that I'm making excuses, then yesterday in the car yelled that he'd drive us, and had already said that.

He never said that.

He said he'd get Son a car once Son got his license, and then Son could take himself to work, and every time I mention how would I get to work he's said I'm making excuses and also said that I'd get the job first and then we'd figure out transportation which is illogical.

Not once did he say he intended to personally drive us to work, at least not until yesterday.

I don't think he means that anyway.

How's he going to do that? He leaves for work at 5 am, and if I don't start until like 9am to 6pm because I'd have to work full time to qualify for insurance which is what this is all about, I mean, I'm not sitting around my workplace for an extra 4-5 hours before my shift especially if I happen to find an office job and the office is closed until work time. That's just not possible in the winter.

Then he has to be home in time to drive Son to work after school but if he's not getting to work himself until 9 or 10 am because he has to drive me, then he's not getting home until 7 or 8 because it's a long commute (1 hr 15 minutes one way) to HIS work, and Son's work would probably be something like 5 to 10pm because he is a teenager in school.

Then he'd be having to go pick me up around 6 pm, and Son at maybe 10pm. They'd get home around 11.

The only other option is that I manage to stumble upon some legitimate work-from-home (I'd rather work outside and interact with people; I've been trapped in this house and isolated for 16 years) or work overnights, but he's vetoed the idea of me working nights because he doesn't want to sleep alone.

Depending on where Son and I would be working we might be able to manage our schedules such that Son goes to work right after school (5pm or so start time, gives him time to come home, shower, get dressed, and leave again) and then I start work when Son's shift is ending so that That Guy makes one trip to town to drop Son off at work, another to pick up Son and drop me off and that would be roughly 9:30 pm to 10:30 pm if we happen to work in the same place or at least nearby each other. He'd get home and get to bed around 11. Then That Guy has to come and get me at 7am which is right after Son gets on the bus (meaning That Guy would have to get up with Son in the morning to make sure he got on the bus because I wouldn't be there), bring me home, and then he might be leaving for work around 8:30 am assuming he did his morning get-ready before leaving to get me. Gets to work at 9:30, works the full shift so off work at 6:30 pm, then gets home at 7:30, though more like 8:30 or even 9 due to rush hour traffic out of the DC Metro area and at that point Son's missed most of his work shift...

It's the same as the insurance thing. He demands it happens then gets in the way of it happening and blames others for it not happening.

What he needs to do to make this work the way he wants it to is get at least one more car that son and I could share or for us to move somewhere the two of us can walk to work.

Either way, it's going to cost him money to not have to spend his money on us and he's short circuiting trying to figure out how to make this all work without him spending any money.

[pweewee]

i see that requests are open so in that case... can i get some genji fluff? i have nothing specific to ask for, im just in dire need of genji lmao

YESYESYES OFCCC <333

genji fluff!!

Gender neutral reader

warnings: none <3!

NOT PROOFREAD ‼️

Genji fluff headcanons

- Genji tends too hold a movie night for the both of you, with your favorite snacks and drinks.

- he always tries to make a pillow fort but, he instead ends up getting stuck in the blankets. He has to wait for you to help him.

- he ALWAYS puts on disney movies. Its a must <3

- you guys have watched The little mermaid 6 times now…

- if he catches you sleeping during the movie, he’ll do the classic feather and shaving cream prank.

- he’ll feel bad after so he cuddles with you <3

It was 1 in the morning and you were getting ready to go to sleep, when you got an unexpected call “who the hell is calling me at this ungodly hour...?”, you groaned. You wearily picked up the phone and a familiar name popped up ‘green cyborg ninja dude’ you immediately perked up and answered it.

“hellooo.”

‘Hey.’

“Is everything ok?”

‘Yeah I’m ok’

he pauses.

‘Except this one tiny thing.’

“And that is?”

‘I may or may not have been trying to build a pillow fort for movie night but have gotten stuck in the blankets.’

“Again?”

‘Yeah..’

“It’s ok I’ll come over and get you out.

‘Thanks, I love you.’

“love you too idiot.”

You hung up the phone and got ready “Why is he setting up a movie night right now?”, you wonder. As soon as you arrived, you opened the door and saw Genji rolled up in a purple blanket next to an unfinished pillow fort, “Finally you’re here!” he let out a sigh of relief.

You chuckle to yourself and roll him to the other side, “Heyyy what are you doing?” Genji mumbles. “Making sure you stay in that blanket forever, I’m gonna watch The little mermaid all by myself” you teased. “Noo please!” he pouts, “fine, but only this one time”. You roll him out of the violet blanket, and he hugs you. “Thank you i thought you were gonna leave me in there all night” he fake cries, you feel a smile forming on your face “you know I never would do that Genji”.

“Yeah you love me too much”, he grins, you roll your eyes, “Now can you help me finish building the pillow fort, I wanna watch tangled with you.” you agree instantly. After a long 15 minutes of struggling and confusion, the fort was completely set up, it had both of your favorite snacks, drinks, pizza and some stuffed toys, “Finally we can relax” he crawls into the fort and sits down, you follow along and sit next to him, laying your head in his shoulder. He eagerly opens up the movie and moves closer to you with your hand in his.

As the movie went on you slowly drifted into sleep and of course, genji noticed, he decided this was the best time to take revenge on you for teasing him. He carefully placed you onto the stuffed toys and began to initiate his “brilliant” plan, he came back with a feather and shaving cream from his room. Genji sprayed shaving cream onto your hand and tickled your cheek with the feather. “what is that”, you mumble, half asleep, but you continued to disregard it anyway. He tickled your face even more until you couldn’t ignore it anymore and scratched your face, only to be met with a weird foamy texture. “What the hell genji!”, you yelped with the shaving cream now covering half your face. Genji bursted out laughing when he saw the look on your face while you glared at him, “You have to admit it was funny!”, he smiled, handing you a towel. you snatch the towel away from him and wipe your face. “You’re a coward and history will forget you.”, you huffed. “I’m sorryy!” he said, kissing your forehead, “I’ll give you cuddles to make up for it.” Genji said, making him self comfortable in the blankets. “I would like that…” you said, in a tired tone. he kisses you again and wraps his arm around you, pulling you under the covers, falling asleep with you as the movie kept playing.

AAA THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A REQUEST. hope i did well <3 and i certainly hope this meets your standards!! Ty for requesting.

(so sorry if theres any punctuational errors or grammatical errors <\3)

[medusapelagia]

Running From The Daylight - Part 9

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, (coming soon Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15)

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Make him stop WT: mention of violence, sick character Words: 982

Steve shivers in his sleep and Eddie looks around, searching for more blankets, but everyone they have is already there, so he takes a wet towel from the bathroom and puts it on Steve’s forehead, trying to lower his fever. It’s the first time that Eddie has to take care of someone, Wayne never got sick and neither did Steve, they were always the ones who had to nurse Eddie back to health, but he keeps an eye on his boyfriend, watching his relaxed features and hoping that the rest will help him get better, but their pace is short-lived, as soon as Steve starts to have some fever dreams that seems far from pleasurable.

“Don’t hurt me! Please! Don’t hurt me!” he yells, trashing around, while Eddie desperately tries to stop him “Mom! Make him stop! Make him stop! Please! I didn’t do anything wrong!” He begs while Eddie tries to wake him up.

“Wake up, Steve, wake up. It’s just a dream. You are ok. Wake up! Please!” Eddie calls shaking his boyfriend until he finally opens his eyes and looks at him confused.

“Eddie? You ok?” Steve asks, trying to understand what happened.

“Yes, I’m ok. It was just a nightmare.” The older boy whispers, brushing away some hair from Steve’s sweating forehead.

Steve turns his head, looking around, and then asks “Where is he?” His eyes still shining with fever.

“Who, baby?”

“My father… Where is he?” He asks again, trying to move, his eyes wide with worry and panic, but Eddie stops him before he hurts himself.

“He is not here. It’s just the two of us, do you remember? We booked a fancy place to spend the holiday.”

“The chalet…” Steve murmurs with dry lips.

“Yeah… we are in the chalet.” Eddie reminds him gently.

“He is not going to get here, right?” The boy asks, searching for an answer on Eddie’s face, his face red with fever.

“No, baby. It’s just the two of us, I swear.”

“I will not let him hurt you.” Steve whispers, his voice small and broken.

“I know you will protect me, love. And I’ll do the same for you.”

“Don’t! Please don’t! He will beat you!” Steve begs and Eddie tries to calm him down.

“I will not, I will not, I promise! Now can you try to sleep a little bit? I’ll be here and I’ll wake you if you have any bad dreams. I promise.” 

Steve sighs “It wasn’t a dream. It was a memory.” He says, lowering his eyes “I was young and stupid. I kissed Tommy at a Christmas party, we must have been twelve, or maybe even younger, and I was so happy that I told my mum that we kissed and that I was in love with him. She said to me not to tell that out loud but I was so happy, I thought my father would have been proud of me, he was always teasing me about not having a special friend… little did I know that he meant a girlfriend, not a boyfriend.” Steve murmurs.

Eddie kisses his forehead “I’m so sorry, babe.” 

“I haven’t thought about him in years. I don’t know why he came to my mind right now.”

Eddie knows that Steve has no contact with his parents and he is not surprised to know that Mr. Harrington has been an homophobic prick since Steve was a kid, but it still hurts seeing Steve being so upset even after years.

“No invitation for them to our wedding.” Eddie tries to lighten the air with a silly joke.

“Are you proposing, Munson? Because I see no ring.” Steve scoffs and Eddie smirks.

“I didn’t know you were so venal, Harrington! I thought that my feelings for you were more than enough and now you are asking me a ring?”

Steve smiles sadly “I would have married you even without a ring, you know that, right?”

Eddie's smile falters “And you will, baby. I want to spend all my life with you, wake up and see you drooling on your pillow is the best part of my day.” He tells him seriously, trying to make the other boy laugh, but Steve is far too serious.

“Ed, if I don’t make it I want you to find someone else.” He says to him looking deep into Eddie’s eyes and the other boy shakes his head in refusal.

“Stop it! There is no need to be so dramatic! I told you: I called Wayne, help is on the way, we just have to be patient.” Eddie insists.

“But if…”

“No, but. And no, I’m not going to find someone else because you are the love of my life, ok? And I don’t want anyone else. So keep your strength and stop saying stupid things.” Eddie scolds him, then he gets some water and helps Steve drink it. Humans can survive without food for a few days but they can’t survive without water, and Steve’s body is sweating far too much due to the fever.

The younger boy sips some water before falling asleep again, his body too worn out to stay awake. Eddie puts Steve’s head into his lap, singing something soft, hoping to help him have pleasant dreams. He can almost picture a young Steve telling his mum that he finally gave his first kiss only to be beaten and humiliated by his father. Eddie has never met Mr. Harrington, always on some business trip since he knows Steve, and he hopes he never will because he has a few words for him and they are not kind. 

Steve’s phone in Eddie’s pocket burns like fire, but Eddie resists the temptation to turn it on, trying to save more battery, even if all he would like to do right now is hear Wayne's comforting voice telling him that everything will be alright, because if Wayne says it he can almost believe it.

[watashime-ciel]

my personal Rhythm Heaven headcanons

•at the moment i started typing this i had no electricity (12/4/2023 15:29) but ok lol

-DJ Yellow is very good at practically all subjects at school, except for math. he sleeps most of the year, so he has to intensify his grades in 2 weeks before the school year ends, and math is a pain. so while he studies, he asks Blue for help with "Whatever an ecuation is..." (still learning stuff from high school because he never intensified his math grades that much)

-J.J and Cecil live together in an apartment in Tokyo, while DJ Yellow and Blue live together in another apartment somewhere 40 minutes away from Tokyo. this makes both DJs wake up earlier to catch the train to get to school, which is a hard task for Yellow. this man either goes to sleep at 6am or doesn't sleeps at all. how do you want him to be at the train station at 6:10am to catch the train, travel for 40 minutes, get to Tokyo at 6:50am and walk to school to get there at 7:15am? think again mister, that's not a possible action on this dude. better wait until the update comes. /lh

-DJ Yellow dresses up with whatever he wants. this includes skirts, dresses, all kinds of feminine clothes. because why not? it's his gender expression, let him be, brother. don't be surprised if he shows up at a convention dressed up as Rui Kamishiro and in day 2 he is cosplaying Hatsune Miku NT. while he's happy then it's okay, isn't it?

-important headcanon: the school everyone in Rhythm Heaven +my RH ocs go to is an all-in-one school. from primary school to college, university, everything. so yeah, they're technically adults, young adults, that even if they have a job they go to school to learn basics such as math, history, etc, BUT with rhythm. there's an interesting story about this school that is located in, SURPRISE, Tokyo (not really. all fictional), but today is not the day or time to talk about it (my 4g data is limited and so is my battery- plz electricity come back quick)

-DJ Yellow's favourite music artists, groups and bands are: More!More!Jump!, Wonderlands x Showtime, Steampianist, Hello, Happy World!; RAISE A SUILEN, Raychell, Skrillex, Mitchie M, Pastel*Palettes, Nightcord at 25:00, MARETU, DECO*27, Eve, Vivid BAD Squad, Alan Walker, all of the D4DJ groups but specially Happy Around!, all of the Heathers Musical songs, Kawaii Sprite, GHOST And Pals, Banshee, RudyWade, Goreshit and, most importantly, an 80% of remixes of the Monster song (you look up Monster remix and you tell me when you know what i'm talking about)

-Blue's favourites: Cuarteto de Nos, GHOST And Pals, Daisuke-P, Omoi, Kikuo, Jakeneutron, KairikiBear, Roselia, Steampianist, Nayutailen, TOPHAMHAT-KYO, Lemon Demon, FAKE TYPE., girl in red and The Living Tombstone

-J.J and Cecil have similar taste in music, such as last note., wowaka, Wind Rose, Lemon Demon, Afterglow, Roselia, Leo/Need, The GazettE, GOLDEN BOMBER, HACHI... but Cecil is a bit different on his playlists, since he has Bluey music added such as Keepy Uppy and Lollipop Yum Yum Yum, and maybe some Imagination Movers music

-everyone speaks japanese and english, buuuuuut: Yellow speaks spanish (Spanish, Mexican, Colombian, neutral, Chilenian and Argentine accent), he's learning French and is interested in Hawaiian. Blue speaks Indonesian more fluently than Japanese or English, since he was born and raised his first 7 years of life in Indonesia. J.J speaks Italian, which is his 'original' language (?). and Cecil knows a bit of French and Hawaiian. super convenient for Yellow, but he's not talking with "one of those guys". yeaaaah the Rockers vs DJs conflict has been going on for a while now

thats all i can share as for now. i really wish my electricity comes back soon, i cannot live with 4g and less than 80% of battery for a week. remember all of these are headcanons and theres NO NEED to attack or negatively criticize them if you don't like em. tenkius :P

[luke-hughes43]

this is an old request but the request is: more of stella cuddling on luke when he’s s doing something and her just cuddled on his lap (maybe doing it when he lives with jack and jack coming home seeing stella cuddled up on luke’s lap asleep and luke just playing games on the tv?

luke’s pov

so tonight, me and the boys are playing nhl online together. keeping up with our tournaments from way back in freshman year. at like 5:30 i get a text from stella;

stella zegras❤️🫶🏻: hey i’m coming over after practice. long day and i don’t have lift in the morning.

me: ok baby. you ok sweet girl?

stella zegras❤️🫶🏻: ya ig. just need you.

me: well i’m here when you get here. jack went out with nico and some of the guys and won’t be back for a bit so it should be quiet.

she didn’t respond so i assume she’s driving. after like 25 minutes, i hear the door open. i’m assuming it’s stella, jack gave her key at the start of the season and told her she’s always welcome. i call out, “stella?”

“yea?” 

“ok.” 

she comes in and looks so tired and just defeated. i pause the game I’m playing and say, “you ok stel?” she doesn’t say anything and just walks over to me.

i extend a hand and pull her down on to my lap. she instantly settles in my arms and i feel her physically relax. 

i carefully pull her hair elastic out to let her hair out knowing that she likes it down. i softly rub her back and kiss her head, “talk to me stel. what’s going on pretty girl?”

“i’m just really tired. i had a really long day and i just need some cuddles.” she mumbles against my chest. I ask, “did you sleep last night?” i don’t get a response so i press a little, “stella, did you sleep last night?”

“i got a few hours. i got distracted writing a paper for one my marketing classes. i have like 3 papers to write this week so i’m sorry that i got carried away writing one of them and was up until like 2 in the morning. are you mad?”

I sigh and say softly, “oh stel. i’m not mad, i just want you to take care of yourself. are you hungry, did you eat?”

she whispers, “yea. i grabbed dinner at school before coming."

"ok. I got you stel. i was gonna be playing chel with the boys and doing like a group facetime with them, do you want me to cancel?"

"no. I just need you to hold me right now."

"I can definitely do that sweet girl. stel, look at me for a sec?" she looks up and I smile. I kiss her softly and say, "I love you."

"I love you too." she says back in a whisper. 

I kiss her head and she cuddles right back into me. I rub her back and pull a blanket down to put over her. I start getting ready to FaceTime the boys and play chel with them. 

I jump on the call, "what's up boys?"

"sup hughesy?" and similar things are said back from duker, eddy, mark, and samo. Dylan asks, "is that Stella?"

"yea."

the guys all say hi and I feel her wave at them. we set up our tournament and start playing. after the first game, I feel stella's breathing even out and her body relax even more against me which are the tell tale signs that she's asleep. I smile gratefully that she's getting some sleep. 

after a couple hours, we log off. we all have stuff that we need to do, girlfriends to attend too. I decide to just put a movie on, some random one that was on when I shut the game off. 

I hear the door open again and quietly yell, "jacky?"

"yea?" he responds. I say back, "k just checking."

he comes in and sees Stella, "hey Stella."

"she's asleep." I say quietly. he drops his voice, "oh. she ok? it's like 9, she's never asleep this early."

"I guess. she texted me at like 5:30 that she was coming by and has been in this position since she got here. I think she fell asleep at like 6:15. she was up until 2 last night writing a paper, and then obviously had lift, class, and practice. just had a long day."

"I can tell. well don't let her sleep on the couch. put her to bed."

"I'm planning on it. I just don't wanna move her. she's so peaceful and beautiful and I don't wanna wake her. she needs the sleep."

"I know but she shouldn't sleep in that position all night."

"yea yea. how's was wherever you were with nico and the guys?"

"good. they were surprised when you didn't come."

"I'll join next time. I'm glad I was home though, Stella really didn't look that good jack. she looked like a shell of herself, going through the motions and just not doing ok. I think she's overworking herself like she did freshman year. I'm worried."

"hey, she'll be ok. she's got you, and a whole team of girls that have her back plus our whole team. she's got a good system. she's gonna be fine. besides, aren't you asking her to move in with you next year?"

"yea, I'm gonna put her to bed. and I'm heading to the rink in the morning to get a workout in after she heads back for class, do you either wanna come with or can I use the car?"

"I'll leave the keys on the counter. wake me in the morning and I'll let you know then."

"ok. night bro." I say. he nods and heads off to his room. I shut the tv off before removing the blanket from Stella and carefully picking her up. she stirs a little but stays asleep. I carefully carry her to my room and get her in bed. she wakes up when I set her down in bed and then pull away. she groans, "no. don't go."

"stel, I'm only going to shut all the lights off and get you some water. I'll be right back baby."

"lukey, stay."

"2 minutes stella." I say and kiss her head. I quickly get her a glass of water in the kitchen and shut all of the light's off. I then go back to my room and join her in bed. she basically latches onto me like a koala as soon as I get in bed. I smile softly and pull her close to me. 

"ok stel, I'm right here and not going anywhere. just get some sleep sweet girl. I love you."

I kiss her forehead and hear her mumble against my chest, "I love you too." she basically falls asleep right after that and I'm not far behind her. I'm just glad she's getting some rest. she tends to run herself into the ground and I hate it. at least for tonight I know that she's ok and taking care of herself. 

I fall asleep smiling knowing that I get to wake up next to the most beautiful girl in the world and the love of my life.

[corpsraven]

Simon Riley x Reader

Hope you like.

Simon was begging Price to talk to his superiors to let him take a short turm leave so he could be there for his first childs birth.

Price said he left a message on there voicemail but that is really all he can do. Sir, please just try again, please? Price said to him calmly but Sturn. Okay okay, but only because I owe you one. This time when he called some one did pick up. Ghost was internally panicking. Okay.....thank you. And price hangs up the phone and turns to ghost. They said you have only one month but your weekend visits have been taken for the next 4 weeks after your month is up.

Ghost did not like that. Having to take a month of not seeing his new family after he sees his baby being born. Damn...... Fine, thank you sir.

Ghost gos to pack up and head home. Ghost gets on the first plane back to the UK. While on the plane he sets up his laptop and calls you. He has his mask on for security purposes but only for this flight. It's a small private military cruise plane.

You answered right away knowing who it was. Ello love. Hi honey, are you ok? Why do you have your mask on? You said worried. I'm on my way home right now, I want to be there with you when our baby is born.

You smile feeling like you could cry. Oh pregnancy hormones again. Sorry for tearing up. You said wiping your cheeks.

Simon smiles under his mask. I love you. I'll be home soon. He said sweetly in his gruff voice you loved so much. After you guys hang up he sits back to take a nap sense he has not slept the night before due to his planning on what he would say to price to get him to let him come home.

You knew it would take him 6 hours to get home. So you started to get some things ready for him to come home. And you had to take quite a few brakes. You sighed dramatically and sat down. Stupid Braxton Hicks contractions. You just calmly took long deep breaths through you nose and out your mouth.

Simon got off the plane and took off his mask to blend in his home town. He drove for 1 hour and just when he was about to turn onto his road he got a call from his mother in law.

Mil-simon are you off the plane yet

Simon-yes I'm on my street, why? Is something wrong?

Mil- get your ass to the hospital, she's in labor, gotta go bye.

Simon immediately did a sharp U turn to the hospital. he was only 15 minutes away. He sped his way to the front of the hospital ran in asked where you were and ran to your room. A doctor was standing outside with people getting ready to help with the birth the doctor turned to Simon. Are you the father? Yes let me in now. He stated.

He barged in your room and ran to your side. You were breathing hard sweating. by the time you got to the hospital there was no time for pain meds so you had to push through it. And with Simon you knew you could do it.

Ok Mrs.Riley it's time to push. After 4 hours of labor and 4 strait minutes of pushing you had a beautiful baby boy. Simon named him Vincent after his favorite actor. Vincent Price. And you gave him his middle name Sarus. Simon was happy, as soon as he held his son, father mode turned on.

When Simon drove his little family home he was smiling the whole time looking in the rear view at the back seat watching you love and lovingly talk to your baby. As soon as you both got home you put your son in his new bassinet the attaches to your shared bed. I will watch Vincent you go shower and sooth your sore body. Simon said softly as to not wake the sleep infant next to him.

And as soon as showers, food, and entertainment was ready and set you two lay in bed cuddling. When the baby would cry Simon got you everything untill you fully healed. He would bring you the baby for feeding, get you everything to change the baby unless it was his turn to change.

He is getting to spend a whole month with his new little family. He was so ready for this brake.

I know cringe, crap, and blah blah blah. It was hard thinking of all the stuff to put as I was and still am half asleep and stressed. But don't worry I spring back. Enjoy your lovely day my little pebbles.