#I keep just staring at thisss

[yellowstonewolves]

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for @yellowstonewolves based on the phenomenal Pain Is NOT Okay. please heed the tags of the fic if you check it out. [img desc in alt text]

[voonroo]

Hi!!! I’m currently on a Hazbin hotel hyper fixation and it’s not funny, but I saw your requests were open and I need to fill a void.

May I please have Vox with an overlord reader who can separate parts of their body. Like they can take off their skin and just jump around as a skeleton. Or maybe is Rosie is hungry they just take off some of their muscle and go “here it’ll grow back”. Weird I know but I thought it was cool!

Thanks and totally ok if not!!!

It's Just Regeneration. Oh.

⌐‣Vox x Overlord Reader REQ.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: AKSKSKAKA I ADORE YOUR WRITING-

(I was 👻 anon on my alt-)

I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THISSS!!! YOURE ALSO MY FIRST REQUEST—🥳 You didn't specify what format you wanted soooo I just went with a basic drabble? Idek if this qualifies as a drabble I'm still trying to figure out the differences even after being on this app for over a year… ALSO MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR VOX SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

Vox probably first met you in an Overlord meeting.

At first, he paid no mind to the new presence, assuming you were just another new face that may fall before too long.

But he was just delighted to find out you would last long enough to make a memorable impression.

Even if that memorable impression was you literally tearing off a chunk of your own flesh to pass it over to Rosie sitting next to you after the woman had quietly stated that she was growing hungry.

“Oh, it will grow back.” God damn. No wonder you've managed to last.

Since then, he's been keeping an eye out on you. With you being able to regenerate and be unfazed by losing parts of your physical body- which, you only get one of btw- he deemed you a possible strong opponent. (or a great ally)

He started to keep tabs on you, as one does. This was how he found out just how you quickly rose through the ranks.

He would be wary of you, but he wouldn't outright avoid you like he tries does to do with Alastor.

One time he was doing some stalk-scrolling, and saw a video of you literally shedding your skin and your skeleton turning toward the camera before the video cut.

His expression after seeing that was a silent eyebrow raise in quiet shock. Your little regeneration thing you had going on- he didn't know it could go to that extent.

After seeing that- there's a 50/50 chance that he’ll either bring it up in hopes of maybe blackmailing you to get you on his side (most overlords do not enjoy the fact that someone knows how they kill) or just stare at you in silence during the next overlord meeting. Kinda hoping you'd just shed your skin.

But deep down he knows the latter won't happen.

He’ll just have to chat with you himself. Who knows, maybe you'll become a valuable asset.

Word Count: 330 (this feels too short)

Inbox is open!!

[chlmtsdoll]

omg omg yes patrickkk!! maybe something like he says something in regards to her relationship with art and tashi and how one day she’ll be alone and they’ll leave her after she retires and she gets all sad and just lots of angst ???

YES OMG this is just what I needed !! Even though Patrick is a real bully in this one I had a lot of fun with thisss I love writing intense emotions 🤍

NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

౨ৎ Pairing: ballerina!reader x Patrick Zweig/Art Donaldson/Tashi Duncan

౨ৎ Summary: Art and Tashi leave you home alone with Patrick, deciding to keep your distance from his dislike of you only goes but so far when you get caught in his wrath

౨ৎ Word count: 3.8k

౨ৎ Warnings: no use of y/n, sensitive!reader, sugar baby! reader, lots of angst, some fluff at the end, hurt/comfort, light verbal abuse, mentions of bullying, age gap (reader early 20’s), older!Patrick/Art/Tashi, protective Art & Tashi

While Art and Tashi had been out for the night seeing their daughter Lily in a local tennis tournament they were having for all the kindergarteners qualified in town, you’d stayed back at the penthouse the couple had been renting out for the time being. Although, you hadn’t been staying back alone — you were accompanied by the maid that waited on you all day to day and Patrick, who well, was brought along on this months tennis cycle.

It was mandatory you weren’t home alone during this time though. Tashi had been extremely potent on the matter, a strict rule about you being by yourself or out of her or Art’s view with Patrick. She made a big thing about how she didn’t trust the vindictive man that Patrick was around you. Even though it was known to you he was trusted within the couples sanctuary and personal life — they also were sure to remember he was Patrick at the end of the day.

With his deadly looks and slightly verbal abuse towards you since you met, down to his canine like draw that led him towards using his cruelty as shield for his compulsive desire that made him want to tear you down piece by piece. You didn’t know if it was because he still just couldn’t quite figure you out, or your purpose with the Donaldsons — why they were so intrigued with you or the fact that he wanted them, you, to himself.

It wasn’t overlooked by anyone that Patrick couldn’t stand the light that you were in Art and Tashi’s lives. With your innocent stares, fawning eyes at them like they were your world and stars, or how you always had a sense of obliviousness to your encounter. Always walking around the place in the tiniest shorts or pastel leg warmers trimmed with things he thought was all too ridiculous for you to be really real. At least not enough for him to take you seriously. Like ruffles or dainty flower trimmings of some sort that made his senses go untamed. You saw it whenever you’d walk by his robust presence as he’d sit and have a beer with Art. His eyes following your waist and perfect stature to do virtuous things like help the maid out with the laundry, kind smiles and sweet “please” and “thank you’s” as you folded attire. Or when you’d be quiet as a mouse in your the side of whatever massive place Art and Tashi would rent when you’d join them on tour during your off seasons, to pick up a thousand piece puzzle. Clench your fists in the cutest of ways when you got stuck in a loop of no hope to finish. But you always finished. You were the perfect sweet little thing.

He found you to be nauseating.

Your sweetness like a straight poison, always just too polite and never having outburst or a temper rise. To Patrick it seemed too good to be true, and you were. Just too good. Just to sweet for him. He wanted to destroy you.

Corrupt you, chew you up and spit you out.

And you just hadn’t known how to handle it or approach him at all, so not even knowing the appeal that Tashi and Art saw in him, you mostly ever just stayed away.

With the man being over an entire foot taller than you, you had no problem in keeping your distance. Any time you two were caught walking down a tight hall, his towering presence over you, he’d knock right into your miniature body. On purpose. Making you fly the other way, or when you’d basically spent most of the summer reading, he’d take your books by the spine and toss them across the room. If you were watching tv he’d snatch the remote from the coffee table and turn on a tennis match.

He was a grown man and a full blown bully.

You’d only put up with it because you knew it was in response of him not getting the same savory and tender treatment that Art and Tashi gave you. You were taking it all. Stealing their affections and hogging it from him with a naive (annoying to him) little smile on your face.

So you’d take a couple pushes and teasing if that meant you could hurt him in his weakest ally.

And you respected Tashi’s wishes of not sharing space with him for caution of yourself, but when the maid had to run out suddenly for an abrupt emergency — that plan had went downhill quickly.

You were left with Patrick Zweig all by yourself.

“Okay, I hope everything’s alright… see you next week.” you’d said your goodbyes to the maid as she hurried out of the place and you’d shut the grand doors behind her gently, turning on your heels to approach the kitchen area as your cold feet lightly toed against the marble floors. You decided not to bother making too much noise now that it had been just you and him. If you could just get through the next hour without having to get into an interaction with him and upset Tashi, it would be fine.

Nearing the close kitchen, you could hear switches of the second stove being turned and messed with. The sound irritating and getting louder as you stepped closer. Gas. Not the electric one that had also been provided right next to it.

When you walked in, of course Patrick had been hunched right over the stove, what looked like trying to light his cigarette in the most odd way that made you raise a brow on sight — until you remembered the rant he went on to Art and Tashi about leaving his one and only lighter back at one of the other rental homes in La. His fingers taking a quick break to scratch at his only slightly shaven dark colored beard to neck in modest confusion as he toyed with the fire. Just a couple seconds from catching onto his jeans.

You viewed the scene for a quick moment before letting out a piqued small sigh as you’d let him deal with that at his own funeral. You went to grab a soda from the fridge a few steps away from him.

Going through the loaded refrigerator stacked with only the highest healthy planned meals and smoothies, accompanied with fruits and cut up vegetables, you reached in the drawer to get a Diet Coke. The sound of Patrick just a couple moments away from burning the entire penthouse down made you scrunch your face up in annoyance before shutting the fridge by the handle.

“Could you not do that ? It’s really dangerous.”

His expression was hardened, Patrick looked up from his amateurish work to meet your glance when the sound of your soft chary voice had reached his ears.

“it’s fine, pipsqueak. I know what I’m doing.”

You rolled your eyes at the name he’d call you, and raised the sharp edge of the soda can to your lips as you watched the top of his cigarette beam a bright crimson at last. The taller fit man matched your gesture as he brought the stick to his mouth. Pink, and not reaching for a care in the world he let the smoke he breathed in travel out and above. You watched with hesitation to bring up the fact that the smoke detectors had been near flashing a signaling light just above him, you eyed the small but alarming circle before your eyes drifted back down to Patrick’s dark curls framing his face.

“You really shouldn’t smoke in here,” you crossed an arm over your cropped pj top that had displayed your belly button by a few inches. Patrick lifted his chin and peered down at your small figure to inspected you from your socked feet to your head through lidded eyes.

“Relax. Mommy and daddy aren’t here right now,” he scuffed in slight displeasure of your voice already. “Don’t you ever do anything apart from what you’re told ?.. ever ?”

“I’m just trying to be safe.” You had to crane your neck to look up at him, so it was much easier to just stare down at your feet against the floor before shifting your weight to the other. Patrick turned from your exposure already tired of you sticking your nose in his business anyways. He had looked at you like some stray kitten walking around the place unwanted and unfamiliar to his prey attitude.

“Well go be safe somewhere else.” His voice gravely before he started to chuckle in thought, you frowned. “Isn’t it pass your bed time anyways ? Oh, wait.. I forgot, you just have to stay up so you can see Art and Tashi walk through the door right ? Like some needy puppy or something ?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you swallowed to coat your now dry throat in slight offense as you dropped your arms to your sides.

“Art always makes sure to make me tea and kiss me good night.” You defended even though your tone remained faint and Patrick only grinned in ignorance at your comment wanting to laugh a bit more at your seriousness for a joke.

“God. I almost feel bad for you, y’know.. you’re so dependent on them. They’re not your fucking parents.”

Patrick had pointed his cigarette to your presence and you shook your head at his words.

“I never said they were.”

“You don’t have to. You’re addicted to them.”

“And so are you.” You raised your voice a bit and Patrick moved to the counter in front of you with frustration. “You were just as lost as me before they acknowledged you again. Now all you do is pick me apart for it but you’re the same… and you’re just too jealous to admit it.”

Patrick had looked away as he begun to laugh with a smile that hid his insecurities deep down. Only to meet your eyes again, the most disquiet look of enmity in his stare that made you start to back up in regret. Right into the cabinets behind you without even realizing it.

“Jealous ? Give me a fucking break. You’re a pet.” He verbally spit at you and your lip quivered a bit at the name, he once again, had the upper hand on you. Because when he started to move closer, starting to tower over your fragile space you once called personal — you should of just gotten out of it then. But something stopped you from getting away.

You were frightened, his words too big, too rough for you to escape.

“And you know what’s sad ? Your brain isn’t even developed enough to know the difference. You’re gonna keep this up with them. Get so tightly wrapped up in this.. whatever the fuck- - and get your feelings all fucked up and confused thinking it’s love. That they really could love you, till one day you’ll be stuck on the side of the road with your life fully flipped over when they get sick of your little shit get up.”

His words were harsh as he snapped at you. Your body was frozen there as he backed you up into the deep of the kitchen, and even though you knew you could leave. Just walk away. Your limbs slowly started the tremble as well, nose flaring and redden as you fought back tears. You couldn’t let him win. But what if he was right ?

You knew he hated you enough to say anything to make you cry, but what if it had all been true.

Something inside of you broke.

“That’s not true,” your voice shaken as you shook your head to fight the anxieties,

“Yes. And you know it. They’ll leave you one day. Are you really that stupid, you can’t see it ? You think this will last ?”

You didn’t answer, and Patrick grinned.

“You’re a fucking tool, that they can play with and you let them. A toy.”

You tried to muster up the power to block him out. You were failing. Your heart pounded and you gripped the counter behind you in correlation to your discomposure as you begun to sniff.

“The way Tashi hardly looks in your eyes unless you’ve won every god damn tournament, they way your definitely as much to Art as a doll he can fuck to keep himself in the game. Face it. You’re no better than a hooker on the go.”

“No.” You started to cry, tears falling from your ducks before your brain could alarm your hands to wipe them, you uttered the word out as you faced Patrick and he still got in your face even closer. The man scowled at you as he pushed his words into you, cramming them in your head. He cornered your petite body in the side on the kitchen and you could feel the overwhelming hurt take over your body.

“Yes. You mean nothing to them.”

“No !” You screamed at him as tears streamed down your face as you tried to fight off his presence, not knowing what to do or where to go so you stood there and cried. And it felt pathetic. You let him win. He was bigger and smarter and knew better. You don’t know why you tried to stand against him, lord knows you were never going to win and now you were left the fool, crying like a child while being dog leg by Patrick Zweig.

You suddenly heard heavy foot steps and the sound of heels clashing against the floor as Art and Tashi rushed into the room at the sound of your scream.

“What the fuck is going on here ?” Tashi’s voice over powered the entire room as she dropped her bag and called out the maids name in hurried frustration of the scene she observed. “Where the fuck is she ?” Tashi huffed before telling her mom to take Lily to her room quickly, then storming back in to stop whatever they walked into.

“Baby ? Hey hey hey,” Art made his way over to your quivering body, face taken over by utter concern as he immediately took your shoulders into his hands and pushed Patrick roughly to the other side of the counter.

“The fuck are you doing, man ??” He cursed out at the other man. If you weren’t overwhelmed with emotion, you could say this was the first time you’d ever seen Art so terribly angry. But all you could do was turn away and sob into Art’s chest as he held you close, eyebrows furrowed deep and a fire in his eyes as he stared at Patrick like he could snap.

“I got this. Take her upstairs,” Tashi gestured to you and Art as she pushed between the two of them. It was in one swift motion that she tugged on Patrick’s ear by the lobe, forcing him to follow her out of the kitchen. He winced through his trailing behind her.

“Ow! What the- -”

Tashi jabbed him in the arm, and then again, then again till he he jumped back from her furious state.

“Are you a fucking idiot !? What is the matter with you ?!” Tashi roared at him with straight daggers in her eyes. “What did you say to her ??? I told you to stay the fuck apart !”

“Your brat came bothering me!” He grabbed Tashi’s wrists to yank her away from enforcing anymore pain on to him, but she just snatched her arm away mercilessly again. “She’s a little shit, so I told her the truth. You and Art just baby the fuck out of her for gratification. You don’t give a fuck about her, admit it. All of you are delusional !”

He argued and Tashi closed her eyes for a brief second with a deep breath before she got in his face.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit.”

Patrick rolled his eyes, but Tashi caught him off guard when she shoved him straight in his chest again.

“Who the fuck gave you the right, Patrick ? Are you blind ?? No one gives a shit about you ! It’s you !” Tashi had grunted with eruption, only getting madder because he had madden her so much already. She and Patrick both knew her words had only been half true, but it didn’t matter right now when he was playing so dirty and spitting words carelessly after the other. He truly did have no right.

Patrick stood there and looked at her, there was no use of more words when she had gotten like this and he knew she knew exactly how he felt about it all.

“Just- just- dispose of yourself somewhere. Go.”

“Where do you want me to go ?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Away from here, away from me. You’re an asshole.”

Tashi’s eye slightly twitched while she looked at the man in repulsion, and he was stone cold as he pushed passed her, knocking her shoulder as he slouched by, Tashi folded her arms.

“You will apologize to her first thing in the morning or you can pack your shit.” The irked woman gave a forced sympathetic smile before glaring at him and walking away, leaving Patrick there groaning in vexation as he shook his head.

Upstairs, you had been curled up in Arts lap. He held you in his arms as your soft cries and salty tears melted into the cotton of his shirt, he rubbed small circles against your back while he sat there in thought.

Art was distraught by the fact that whatever Patrick had said could of disturbed you so bad he had to find you crying your eyes out and shaking in the kitchen. He tried his best not to let you see the way his fists clenched and unclenched with his anger fueled throughout him, since he didn’t want to scare you or make you worry any more.

No matter what, Patrick always found a way to be a fucking dick. He just couldn’t understand the motive around why he’d want to make his perfect girl hurt or scream like that.

He felt your breathing start to steady as you sniffed and your face had been all hot and flushed, your heart had gone back to a normal pace, but you still were quite shaken as you curled farther into Arts embrace with a low wine.

“Baby, look at me. Can you sit up for me ?” Art’s voice chimes in sweetly through the sunken air of the room. He lowers his head to stare down at your state in his arms and you moved so you were sitting on your knees on the bed, you sniffed and Arts thumbs went to caress your face as he wiped a few tears from your damp cheeks. His icy blues met your wide teary eyes that were filled with sadness and your lip had been just swollen a touch.

“What happened ? Can you tell me what he said to you ?”

Your eyes travel down to his hands brushing your face and you held one of his wrists, your expression was laced with sorrow. You whimpered a little just from the memory, which Art noticed with a sigh. You knew it would feel better if you just got it out. Emptied the words from your chest because your kind and caring Art always took care of the worries for you, but it had been different this time. Because it involved the ideal of him leaving you.

You took your time to think as you sat on that bed with him. And Art watched your face soften under his comforting touch.

“He said I was nothing. That you’d leave, Tashi would leave. And i’d be stuck heartbroken with nothing because I don’t mean anything to either of you.” Your voice was sparse and trembled as you spoke to get the words out, Art already started to tense up as he listened. “Maybe- I- I am too dependent on you both, and I shouldn’t be because I’m so young and you guys don’t need another child on your arm to have to look after. I don’t want to be stupid.. I’m so- stupid.”

You wanted to sob again, your voice cracking and your hands going to cover up your face, the corner of Art’s lips twitched as he frowned, “no, no, no, sweetheart. Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Art had brought you back into him as you cried softly under his chin, your arms wrapped around his torso and the older man sighed deeply. “Nothing is ever determined, and life takes us all in ways we just can’t predict, but I want you to know that whatever you choose to do, or want along the line — Tashi and I will always be here to support you. We’re not going any where and we would never leave you. Fuck that. You’re so loved, by us. You’re always welcomed in our lives no matter the circumstances that may come upon.”

You wiped your nose briefly before leaning up to look at the blonde once more, eyes searched his face for any uncertainty but all you found was honest and pure devotion.

“Really ?” You budged tenderly and Art brushed a few stuck locks that were caught in your wet face. He nodded with a light simper.

“Really, Princess. We adore you’re company and the person you are dearly. And you don’t have to think about all those bad thoughts right now, okay ?” He kissed the top of your head to your cheek while you hugged him like a lifeline. A feeling of warmth spread within you from there, worries calm and you felt collected of your emotions once again. You just wanted to be reassured. Words cut you and got to you deep. But right now being with Art, it was like the perfect bandage to your wound that was although bittersweet in theory, a very delicate heart.

You heard footsteps nearing as Tashi walked into the bedroom. She was looking exhausted. Absolutely tired from the inside out as she sat on the bed next to the two of you, your eyes met hers and you immediately curled up and laid your head in her welcoming lap when she settled. Soft hands against her leg where you felt the fabric of her dress pant brush your cheek, and a sullen sigh escaped the woman’s lips.

“He won’t bother you again, baby.” Her sultry like voice filled your senses and your chest collapsed with ease once again. Her fingers went to journey through your loose locks gently as the vigilant but warm woman relaxed you now physically too.

“I’ll go make you a hot chocolate, and Tashi will run you a warm bath. We’re gonna make you feel better, love.” Art left you with tender adoration as he promised to you, and reached to leave a delicate stroke on your thigh with a fond smile before he stood from the bed. Tashi nodded him off as she held you there for a moment more, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

[nanamissuit]

Any chance for a 141 boys with a lil feral partner who loves to mark them 🩷

Marks - 141

Pairing: 141 x GN! Reader

Warnings: Biting,None,Fluff

John Price:

He adores you so much, even if you leave bite marks,hickeys,and scratches on him.

He actually shows off his markings like their trophies to his teammates.

They Are all shocked but they keep their thoughts to themselves.

Now price he LOVES when you mark him

Have it be accidental or on purpose he loves it

“Baby, you’ve been chewing on my neck for like 30 minutes.” “I have? I’m sorry…But I’m not done.” “Right baby, go on then.”

And you just kept nibbling at his neck

Now when he would fall asleep during your movie time you would bite his chest.

“Ouch, I’m awake sweetie calm down.” “Mhm.”

When you finally stop biting him he knows you fell asleep so he wraps you in a blanket and falls asleep with you.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

If you marked his whole entire body he wouldn’t even bat an eye.

His teammates? They’re so used to him flexing it they don’t even care anymore

He loves the fact that you give him attention even if it's biting him and scratching him leaving marks on him.

“Whatcha doin’ Lovie? Trying to leave a mark, yeah?” “Mhm, I’ll just leave one I promise.” “Right…I totally believe you.”

And one became two and two became three…You get the point.

You definitely left more than one mark but who is he to complain about his love just showing their love for him?

He flexed to all his teammates the following day.

John 'Soap' Mactavish:

He LIVES for when you mark him, it could be the smallest thing but he adores it and just stares at all of them you leave on him.

Does he show off to his teammates? Yes. Wayyy too much they all start to tune him out.

He loves when you mark him all up and watches with heart eyes.

“You havin’ fun biting and markin’ my arm all up, huh bonnie?” 

You just nodded at him as you continued to bite him all over and scratch him.

He just watched you and his TV show while he played with your hair.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

He didn’t mind you marking him up because he’s always covered

He doesn’t tell a soul, not because he’s embarrassed but because he knows how the boys would react so he lets them find out for themselves

When he’s home and you just lay on him while scratching his arm he just lets you

“You wanna bite as well or you wanna keep scratching there sweetheart?” “I dunno, I'll see as I go along.” “Alright then.”

He’d watch you chomp down onto his arm, but that man has been shot and badly injured. He doesn’t have a reaction, he just smiles at you.

You smile back against his arm as you continued to chew at him

You left several marks but you didn’t regret it.

The boys saw later that day, needless to say they teased the shit out of him.

This was so fucking cute omg I loved this THANK YOU FOR THISSS<3!!

[luvzshy]

Hi there! I see you write for Miko too and wanted to request reader being her best friend that she's secretly dating, and one day Miko is on live and we don't notice and go sit on her lap and the chat is freaking out and Miko gets super shy and is just like "ella es mi novia" 🥹

hi bby, love thisss and love miko sm. enjoy ml💕✨

Caught on Camera

Young Miko was sprawled out on the couch, half-focused on her livestream while scrolling through her phone. She had a solid fan base, and these casual lives where she just vibed with her followers were always chill. You, on the other hand, were busy in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you made a snack.

You and Miko had been best friends for years, but that was just the surface. For months now, you two had been keeping your relationship lowkey, not ready to share it with the world yet. You liked the privacy, the quiet moments that were just yours.

Miko’s soft voice floated over to you from the living room, chatting with the stream. You weren’t paying much attention, knowing it was the usual banter about music, life, and whatever else her fans threw at her.

When you finished making your snack, you walked over to the couch, not even thinking about the fact that she was still live. Without hesitation, you plopped down on her lap, settling into her comfortably as you both had done so many times before. Miko tensed for a split second, her arms instinctively wrapping around your waist.

The chat exploded immediately, but you didn’t notice. You were too busy adjusting yourself in her lap, oblivious to the camera still rolling. Miko, on the other hand, was caught off guard, her cheeks flushing as she looked at the screen and saw the chat going wild.

One of the comments caught her eye: “OMG who’s that???”

Another one: “Did she just sit on her lap?!”

Her grip tightened on your waist, and you finally realized something was up. You glanced at her face and followed her gaze to the screen, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the flood of messages.

“Wait…” you blinked, “are you live right now?”

Miko let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand while holding you with the other. “Uh… yeah…”

You were about to move, but Miko pulled you back, stopping you from getting up. She bit her lip, clearly shy and a little unsure, but after a moment, she finally spoke up. “Um… ella es mi novia.”

The chat exploded even more, but neither of you looked. You were too busy staring at each other, her shy smile making your heart melt.

“I guess that’s out there now, huh?” you whispered, feeling your own face heat up.

Miko nodded, leaning her forehead against yours. “Yeah, but… I don’t mind. I’m tired of hiding.”

[seulgiwifeee]

The Toddler || Red Velvet

♡ Member: OT5 x 6th member*Femreader

♡ Theme: Comedy, low-key mystery?

♡ Warning: Doesn't take place in recent time? More like somewhere between 2018 - 2019

♡ Description: Yeri's turned into a toddler. Yup, a toddler, and turned into an absolutely terrible one at that(at least her adorableness makes up for it). But now you and your members have to spend an entire day taking care of this puppy-sized demon, keep her out of trouble and try not to go insane as you all figure out how to turn her back to her old self.

Word count: 9.4k

(Very unserious)

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"Y/N-AH! COME HERE! QUICKLY!"

Being rudely awoken out of your early morning slumber by the sudden call, you lazily rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch out your back with a strained yawn before sitting up from your bed. You glance around the dark and empty room groggily, your eyes barely adjusted to the dark lighting so it takes a few seconds longer for you to notice the two vacant beds where you were expecting to see Irene and Seulgi taking their rest in, though, they're nowhere to be seen.

You slightly frown in confusion at their disappearance, but you quickly shrug it off, knowing your energy's too low and your curiosity isn't piqued enough to care about them or their whereabouts as your only main focus right now is figuring out who called out for you and why they thought it was okay to disrupt you amidst your blissful dreams.

Slipping on your house shoes and muttering frustrated curses under your breath, you leisurely make your exit out of the bedroom and follow where you heard the earlier voice.

As you drag your feet further into the living room you roll your eyes almost instantly, your eyes landing on the huddled group of your members standing near the couch. None of them pay any notice to you as you approach them closer, and they continue to hold their heads down, silently staring at whatever lies in the center of their circle. Oh god.. What did they do this time? (You and your members are always finding yourselves doing stupid things and getting yourselves in some kind of trouble so it wouldn't be any surprise to you if they've dug themselves into another situation. But you don't have a single clue as to what mess these five could've possibly gotten themselves into at this time of hour..)

"It's too early for thisss.." you drag out in a whiny groan, still cranky from the disruption of your morning rest. "What going on? Who called out for me? And why are you all huddled around like that? What are you looking at— I— Uh— Y-Yeri?"

Nothing, and you mean absolutely nothing could've prepared you for what your eyes would lay on as you pushed between Joy and Irene to investigate what had stolen everyone's attention.

You thought at worst that maybe it would've been a dead bug or rodent, a broken dish or a leak from upstairs. Maybe they were just holding some sort of ritual, or maybe they were playing some annoying game that involved them huddling around each other creepily while calling you out of your sleep at four in the morning to purposely get you all cranky.

Well no. It was none of those. Not even close.

"Yes.. that's Yeri," Irene mutters back absentmindedly, continuing to stare down with a look of disbelief.

You're definitely wide awake now and you blink your eyes rapidly as your vision makes shape of the now toddler form of your youngest member who's looking up, giving you all a look that shows she's just as confused as you are.

Yeri's a toddler now?!

No— This can't be! This isn't real! This has to be some sort of dream!

You pinch yourself once, then twice, and even a third time, yet nothing in front of you changes..  there isn't a white void spreading around the room.. and the world around you doesn't seem to be shrinking or getting any smaller either..

Welp, you're not dreaming.

You crinkle your nose and squint your eyes as you observe the child with a more intense look of scrutiny; from the large, doll-like eyes sheltered behind her wispy lashes to the distinct mole in the center of her nose down to the soft curve of her Cupid's bow this little girl is quite literally identical to the Yeri you all know and love and there's no room to try and deny it.

"This is a prank.. right? Or are we collectively hallucinating the same thing right now and going insane?"

"Not at all.." Wendy mutters, slowly shaking her head.

"Unless you count me being woken up to that child sleeping all up under me and snoring in my ear, not seeing Yeri in her bed or anywhere in the dorm even though all of her belongings including her phone which you know she'd never leave alone were still there, every time I called out for Yeri that child would respond or the fact that she's literally wearing the exact heart print pajama set Yeri wore to bed a hallucination.." Joy grumbles all at once.

"Joy had called everyone to the living room, and once me and Joohyun came in here to see what Joy was fussing about, that's when we saw this toddler, but when we tried to speak to her she wouldn't say a word to us and has just been staring at us like.. that.. since. So we've all just been staring back at her. I think she might be scared." Seulgi adds.

"Oh?.." You scrunch your eyebrows. Well, of course, a child is more than likely going to be terrified if five women double their size who they don't know are surrounding them while they all silently stare down at them. Anyone would be.

You take a step closer to the toddler. "So, you guys are certain, 100% positive that this is Yeri and not some random child who broke into our dorm?"

Everyone nods quietly.

You have so.. so many questions that probably won't get answered, but for right now you just need to figure out how much this supposed Yeri truly knows.

You squat down to the little girl's level, letting your chin rest in your palms as you speak in a gentle, more inviting tone. "Yeri?"

She's responsive to your call, spinning her entire body around to face you and tilting her head, indicating that she's listening.

"Do you know who I am? Who any of us are?"

She stays silent for a couple of seconds, still staring at you with a deadpan expression before poking a finger at your chest with a cheesy grin. "Y/N-ie!"

Your eyes widen and you slightly jump, taken aback by the abruptness of the change in her energy and the unexpected poke. "Uh—Yes! That's right! I am Y/N! Who's she?" Your pointer finger leads in Seulgi's direction.

She follows your finger, her eyes lighting up once she spots Seulgi. "It's Seulgi!" she exclaims, hopping up and down as she claps.

Seulgi clutches her mouth, blushing and cheesing hard into her palm with a tiny squeal, the little one's smile instantly melting her heart. "Ack! She's so cute?!"

The rest of your members utter small noises of awe at the toddler's adorableness and quickly kneel around her, asking all at once to see if she also knows their names. Along with that, they completely just overwhelm her with a bunch of random questions that they know only Yeri could answer right.

Despite the absolute pressure you'd expect the little one to be facing from all of these bombarding questions, she answers every last one of your inquiries correctly without a single stutter or moment of hesitation. And with everything that was needed answered, you all also find out that she even remembers that she's a singer and that you're all together in the girl group Red Velvet.

So it's confirmed. Somehow, in some odd, surreal way, the adorable toddler standing amongst you all is 100% without a doubt your Yeri.

The only error in this discovery is that she doesn't realize or believe that she's supposed to be an adult. No matter how many times you all try to explain to her that she was a twenty-year-old just five hours ago, she's still not comprehending that she's "changed" and keeps insisting to you all that she's only three.

And despite Yeri being able to remember every aspect of her idol life, you also realize that she for some reason doesn't envision any of those memories of herself being in her adult form, which would mean that whatever memories she holds from performing on stage, attending shows or just being with you guys, you're all still the same you, the same age, but Yeri would remember herself as her three-year-old self, maybe even younger—five adults and a three-year-old all in a girl group together, sharing a dorm and casually hanging out with each other.

Yeah, that kinda isn't clicking or sitting right with any of you.

"So Yeri, do you remember what you did before you went to bed last night?" you ask, idly twirling the curls of her hair around your finger.

"I watched a movie and drank hot chockie and went to sleep!"

You furrow your eyebrows. "Oh, uh.. is that it? You didn't do anything else? Nothing weird or unexpected happened?"

Yeri shakes her head in forceful sways, her hair swinging all around dramatically. You look up at your members and purse your lips. "Well.. that didn't give us any help."

"Guys, should we tell someone about Yeri?.." Wendy suddenly asks, but Irene disapproves of the idea almost immediately, aggressively shaking her head. "Are you crazy? That's just going to create a bunch of unnecessary panic and chaos, and that's the last thing we want.

It's our day off and none of us have anything important to do. We'll have enough time before the end of the day to research and find an explanation and solution for what happened to Yeri."

"Wait— Guys, maybe there was something in the hot chocolate that changed her?" Seulgi suggests.

"What? No— It couldn't have!" Joy quickly dismisses. "Me and Joohyun also drank some last night but obviously you can see that we're not toddlers."

"I mean, we don't know that for sure.." Wendy buts in, a teasing grin curving her lips, "Just because you two aren't toddlers now doesn't necessarily mean you still don't have a chance of turning into one later. It's probably going in order from youngest to oldest and since Yeri's the youngest that means you're up next."

Joy cringes and scoffs at Wendy's theory, forcefully shoving her shoulder. "Eughh, shut up! I'm not turning into a toddler!"

"Yeah, you are!"

Joy and Wendy begin to go back and forth with each other, arguing whether or not if Joy's going to turn into a toddler soon.

"Guys, enough!" Irene scolds, immediately pulling Wendy and Joy out of their petty argument, "Can we try to get back serious? We still have an entire child right here who needs to be taken care of!"

You nod along to Irene's words, "Yeah, so while we try to figure out how to turn Yeri back or why she even turned in the first place we also need to figure out what to do with her and how to take care of her."

Everyone nods and hums, but it seems Joy must've had a different idea in mind of what she had intended to spend her time doing as she looks at you all with a grimace and down at her phone, checking the time. "Uhm.. it's 5 am on a Sunday, also my day off, and I'm kinda tired and didn't plan to do another of this so I'm going back to bed. You guys can go ahead and take care of all of that without me." And before any of you can utter a word of protest, Joy's already up and gone, speed-walking back to her room.

"Seriously, Sooyoung?!" You shoot the closed bedroom door an affronted look, sinking into the betrayal from Joy's sudden departure.

Seeing you're all still frozen in disbelief and not paying any attention her way, Wendy uses that distraction as her cue to make her slow but not in any way slick attempt to ease her way out of the circle.

You all notice her immediately. "Um, Wendy?"

Her breath hitches once she feels your gazes on her and she pauses her movements, her face flushing in embarrassment. "I.. Uh.. I'm not really in the mood to take care of any kids right now and uh.. ima just.. yeah.." Wendy slithers into the room with Joy, locking the door.

You turn over to the remaining two, rolling your eyes. "Well, that's two members down. Anyone else trying to abandon me watch Yeri all alone?"

Irene quickly shakes her head. "Of course not, that would just be cruel."

"Yeah, I won't leave you hanging," Seulgi adds, a benevolent smile sharpening her lips.

You mirror her smile and let out a sigh of relief before sparing all of your attention back over at Yeri. "Well Yeri, it's still really early and kids your age need your long hours of sleep. I bet you're still pretty tired so we should probably take you back to bed—"

"—PIGGYBACK!"

You yelp, falling face forward into the carpet as Yeri lunges at you, clambering onto your back.

Irene and Seulgi instinctively jump back, gasping and staring at you in shock while you groan miserably, Yeri continuing to hold tightly onto you. "Carry me around like a pony, Y/N-ie! NOW!"

You whimper weakly into the carpet, struggling to even lift your head while you try to turn to the side.

You can already tell this is going to be a long day.

"I DON'T WANT!" Yeri shouts and shuns her head to the side in refusal, making it clear that she's not in any way keen on consuming the bowl of cereal Seulgi offers.

You and Irene immediately throw your heads back with exasperated groans and Seulgi defeatedly lowers the bowl, slowly scooting it back towards herself. "But Yeri, this is your favorite cereal! No one here eats it except for you! You literally bought this the other day just for yourself!"

"—NO. NO! I HATE!"

Seulgi purses her lips and Irene narrows her eyes at Yeri, an almost unnoticeable sigh escapes her lips. It's evident that Irene's patience with Yeri is waning, you know for a fact that yours already is(You guys have only reached the two-hour mark of babysitting Yeri, yet she's already burned off more than half of the energy that any of you use daily), but she still does her best to loosen her nerves and quickly replace her look exhaustion with a motherly smile so it's not as noticeable. "Yerim sweetie, you didn't want the eggs I made nor my pancakes. You didn't want me to make you oatmeal, you didn't want yogurt, you didn't want any kind of meat and you don't want this cereal so at this point, I'm not truly sure what you want or if you even want to eat."

The petulant toddler glares at you all, jutting her lower lip in an exaggerated pout as she bangs her fists on the table. "I WANT CUPCAKES!"

"Yeri, we already told you it's not good to eat desserts this early in the day," Seulgi reminds her calmly, but Yeri completely ignores her words entirely and bangs her fists on the hardwood once more, growling as she does.

"I WANT CUPCAKES!"

Yeri's persistent alright. You three have been dealing with this back-and-forth with her for the past half hour but it doesn't seem she's anywhere close to giving any of it up and her defiance hasn't deterred in the slightest; if anything, it's only increased. She's determined to have this go her way, to annoy the hell out of you all until you finally reach a breaking point and are given no choice but to give in to her wants, but then an idea—that you were proud of before you soon found out afterward that toddlers aren't stupid, especially when they're cranky like this—strikes you.

You reach over and take hold of the bowl, scooping a spoonful of the half-soggy cereal and playfully motioning it toward Yeri's mouth. "Hey, how about we pretend this cereal is cupcake flavored! Let's just take a big bite and—"

Yeri slaps the spoon from your hand without warning, the cereal and milk mixture splattering all around on the walls, floor and your face. You thin your lips into a straight line, clenching your fists as you try to maintain your composure and slowly wipe a hand over your face. "Okay then.."

Yeri crosses her arms, holding her frown. "I. Want. Cupcakes."

Seulgi turns to you and Irene. "Guys we've been dealing with this for the past thirty minutes, I don't think she'll accept anything else. Should we just go ahead and buy her some cupcakes?"

Irene sharply contorts her eyebrow in an arch at Seulgi, which is a nicer and more appropriate way of her saying "hell no."

Suddenly, Irene pulls out her phone typing away on it and momentarily, you feel a buzz go off in your lap and lift your phone, looking down at the screen to a new message from you and your members' group chat.

[BJH]

| Okay.. you guys can go ahead and get some

| cupcakes, but just know that we're not going

| to give in to Yeri that easily!

| When you two bring them we'll trick Yeri

| into thinking we're allowing her to eat them

| but instead give her some real breakfast food

| first and tell her to finish it before we allow

| her to actually eat any cupcakes.

| After eating, her little tummy will be so full

| that she won't even want the cupcakes

| anymore!

[You]

| KK >:)

[KSG]

| so we're not actually going to let her eat any

| cupcakes?

[BJH]

| Nope!

[KSG]

| ah..

| okie!

You and Seulgi look up from your phones and flash overly fake smiles Yeri's way. "Okay fine, Yeri. You win. We'll go get you the cupcakes!"

Yeri bubbles gleeful cheers and applauds happily hearing your change of mind as you and Seulgi sit up from the table and venture to your shared room to put on your jackets and slippers as you get ready to go downstairs to the cafe. After Seulgi wraps her hair into a bun, you two walk up to the front door, getting ready to open it, but not before making a quick turn to Yeri. "So Yeri, what flavor do you want—"

You cut yourself off, too appalled to even finish your sentence as every single one of your jaws fall ajar watching Yeri ferociously eat away at the cereal. The same one she just said she hated not even five minutes ago.

Seulgi clears her throat which brings Yeri's attention to her and she mutters, "I.. thought you said you hated that cereal.."

Yeri smiles cheekily. "No, I love it!" She stuffs another spoonful into her mouth.

"So.. you don't want any cupcakes?"

"Nope!"

You three silently exchange exhausted looks with each other, then at the mess in the kitchen and on the table from all of the earlier failed attempts all while Yeri happily and continuously stuffs her mouth, messily slurping up the milk and grain mixture.

"Get up!" you demand, taking Joy by the shoulders and roughly shaking her awake.

Joy whines, placing a pillow over her head to block you out. "Whyy?"

"Because I've been up since five watching over and entertaining Yeri! That little menace created a huge mess in the kitchen, she's been running back and forth all around the living room for the past hour, there are crayons and half-washed-off colored marker markings all over the walls, she almost escaped the dorm and exposed herself like four times already, I'm pretty sure she's caused Joohyun to already grow gray hairs from the amount of stress she's caused, she just never seems to lose energy, we just now got her situated and somewhat calmed down and we're just tired! We need help. I need a break, Sooyoung!

We're all supposed to be in this together anyway! So as long as you're here in this dorm, you're also responsible for Yeri. And if you love your members dearly and don't want to watch us age five more years every two hours then that should be a good enough reason to help us out. Now get up!"

Joy groans into the pillow as you continue to rattle her by the shoulders. You progressively get more aggressive the longer it takes for the stubborn woman to give you any sort of a verbal, coherent response. "Okay! Okay! I will! Just stop shaking me or else I'll find the nearest thing to me that's sold and painful to throw at your face!"

You chuckle at the loose threat and lightly pat Joy's head. "Good. And If you're not out here by the next thirty seconds I won't hesitate to drag you out of this bed by your ankles."

Joy huffs even louder in annoyance once you step out of the room because she knows you're not bluffing(She has a carpet burn scar on her knee from the last time she decided to not cooperate with you). She throws her blanket aside and lazily pushes herself out of bed, slumping her shoulders and stubbornly drags her feet out of the room, not without letting out an exaggerated groan loud enough just for you to hear to emphasize the absolute dread you're causing by making her do this.

She enters the living room, first taking a glance over at Seulgi, Wendy and Yeri who are still in their pajamas lying on the couch and watching TV, and then looks over at you and Irene who are standing near the door with keys in hand.

Joy arches an eyebrow in suspicion. "And where are you two going?"

"Well, Yeri doesn't want what they're serving down in the cafe for lunch and said she wants pizza instead. But most of the pizza spots today are closed since it's Sunday and the only places near us that are open are walk-in and drive-through orders only.."

"Oh."

With no further words needing to be said, you and Irene make your exit and Joy walks over to the couch, situating herself next to the TV-engaged Yeri. As Joy settles into the couch, Yeri turns to Joy's side profile, observing the older woman in awe as she flashes a sinuous grin. "Sooyoungie!"

Joy looks over at Yeri, smiling simply. "Hey, Yeri! Whatcha watching?"

"My Little Pony!"

"Ah, I see.." Joy trails off, nodding her head in slow, deliberate nods as she pans her attention to the TV, pretending to be interested in the kids' show. In the corner of her eye, she spots Seulgi and Wendy, noticing that they aren't even paying attention to Yeri or the show, too busy looking down at their phones. She sucks her teeth at them with a swift roll of her eyes, annoyed that they're leaving her all the responsibility to keep a close eye on watching Yeri, but she continues to watch the show nonetheless.

As Joy watches, she suddenly begins to feel eyes on her; tiny, toddler, Yeri-sized eyes burning into the side of her face. She tries to ignore the intense gaze, but the longer her stare lasts, the more uncomfortable and unsettled Joy becomes.

Joy finally turns her head to Yeri, locking eyes and quirks a brow. "What?.."

Yeri doesn't respond, and the two of them begin to have a silent stare-off until suddenly the younger girl slings her head over, sinking her tiny teeth into Joy's forearm.

Joy lets out a shriek, shaking her arm around in an attempt to throw Yeri off of her, but Yeri doesn’t budge. "AGH! WHAT THE HELL, YERI?! GUYS, GET HER OFF OF MEEE!"

Seulgi and Wendy flip their attention to Joy with horrified gasps, immediately dropping their devices and rushing over to pull Yeri away from her.

Joy continues to panic and shriek with Yeri's teeth remaining sunken into her skin. Wendy pulls Joy back while Seulgi tries to pull Yeri the opposite way.

After seconds of this brutal game of tug-a-war, Seulgi and Wendy finally manage to split the two away from each other.

Joy quickly stands up from the couch, backing far away from everyone while Seulgi holds Yeri down in her lap, or at least is trying her best to as Yeri's feet and arms flail around wildly, aimlessly smacking Seulgi in the face over and over.

"YOU LITTLE.." Joy holds an accusing finger at Yeri, then takes a second to glance down at her arm and gasps dramatically once she sees the bite mark on her skin. "DEMON! You're nothing but a puppy-sized demon!"

Yeri laughs wickedly at Joy's episode of distress, kicking her feet in the air and squirming her tiny body all around like a fish out of water as Seulgi struggles to keep her down.

Joy grits her teeth at Yeri, clenching her jaw. "This isn't funny! You're crazy! You hear me?!"

Wendy quickly steps over to Joy, gently placing a hand on her shoulder as she speaks calmly in her ear, "Yeri's just three, Sooyoung. Well.. technically not really.. but right now she is?.. Whatever— You get what I mean. What I'm trying to say is that she's just acting her age, she's not a demon. Calm down."

"She's literally bit my arm!"

"And three-year-olds normally do that, I'm pretty sure. She doesn't understand that she's hurting you anyway, she's just trying to have fun, even if means biting, kicking people and causing us great amounts of pain. We just need to be patient with her."

Joy squints her eyes. "Yeah, whatever."

"Come on, I'll get her to apologize to you and let her know why her action was wrong."

Wendy places a hand on Joy's lower back to turn her around and guide her towards Yeri, but right as the two turn their heads, a pillow is launched, slamming directly into Joy's face.

Wendy ducks down in a late reaction while Joy stumbles to the floor, the impact making her back collide against the wall behind her. Her eyes blaze with immense fury hearing Yeri's menacing laughs echo, knowing full and well that's where the pillow came from and what her intent was. "Alright, that's it! She's really asking for it now!"

Joy pushes herself to her feet, snatching up the pillow and charges towards Yeri.

Wendy's eyes widen and she quickly chases after Joy, holding her back by her shoulders.

"Let me at her!"

"No! She's just a toddler!" Wendy continues to remind Joy, grunting as she struggles to hold her back.

Yeri continues to sit in the exhausted Seulgi's lap, pointing her finger out and cackling at Joy's frustration and futile attempts to get at her.

"Just!.. Let me!.." Joy growls.

"No!"

Joy narrows her eyes into slits, realizing that Wendy will indeed keep her restrained until her anger comes to a quell. But Joy knows she won't be able to calm down anytime soon unless she's allowed to release her anger in some physical way, that's the only way it'll truly dissipate.

Realizing that Wendy isn't holding back any of her arms, she uses the opportunity to chuck the pillow Yeri's way.

Unfortunately for Joy with the horrible aim of her left arm, the pillow doesn't even graze over the little one, instead, smacking the poor, unknowing Seulgi in the eye as she lifts her head a second too early.

Irene rubs ointment on Joy's injury as Joy sits on the bathroom counter, coldly glaring down at Yeri who's standing alongside Irene. "Now Yerim-ah.. why did you bite Joy?"

Yeri shrugs simply, the blunt reaction making Joy clench her lips and hold the same accusing finger down at her, her arm shaking with fury. "Because she's a demon!"

Yeri sticks her tongue out teasingly at Joy which only stokes the older girl's irritation and urges her to claw her fingers out for the youngling.

Irene pinches the bridge of her nose, internally sighing to herself with a defeated head shake. It was already enough of a task for Irene practically having to mother five oversized children(you all), Joy and Yeri being the worst to keep out of arguments, but now she has to deal with the same thing except with an actual child?

The two continue their endless bickering while Irene places a bandage on Joy's arm as she tries to drown them out, and down in the kitchen, you walk up to the dining table, pulling yourself out a slice from the pizza box. As you savor a cheesy bite, you suddenly hear Wendy call out for everyone with a sense of urgency. "Guys! Guys! Come here! I think I might've figured out why Yeri turned into a toddler!"

"Wait, huh? Seriously?" You hurriedly skip over to the couch where Wendy is and take a seat beside her, taking a look at her computer screen.

Everyone else emerges from their rooms and gathers around with swiftness, except for Yeri who goes to grab herself some pizza.

"Okay guys, so Seulgi might've actually been onto something earlier! On this website, it says that this is a very rare occurrence, happening to only 1 in 1,000,000,000 people, but it states that if a person consumes a hot beverage right before going to bed, aka the hot chocolate Yeri drank, and then happens to have some sort of dream of themselves as their child self, whether the dream is set in their current reality or some timeline in their childhood, then there's a very very tiny chance that person could wake up in real life as their child self and in whatever period their dream was set.

So if they dreamt that they were a kid but were still re-enacting their current daily life then they'll wake up in the same life except as their child-self, and if they dreamt of themselves as a child but were existing at some point in their childhood then they'll wake up as a child and back in their old childhood days. Basically, it's like they're shifting between different realities or dimensions.

It doesn't specify what causes or why the person has those dreams, but I remember we were all looking at old pictures and talking about our childhood days sometime yesterday, so maybe those memories continued to linger in Yeri's mind as she slept and caused her to have a dream about being a child again.

Also, a big factor that allows for any of this to happen is belief. The dream has to be as realistic as possible, to the point that the person who's in the dream doesn't even realize they're dreaming! The longer they believe that they're still a kid and that what's around them is real, it won't take much longer until their dream ultimately becomes their reality."

You and Seulgi stare at Wendy with full interest, Irene's completely lost and Joy.. well, she's just unimpressed.

"That sounds fake and literally makes zero sense," Joy remarks bluntly. "Like what does drinking anything hot before bed have to do with any of what you just said?"

Wendy narrows her eyes at Joy and throws her hands up. "I don't know, man, maybe it does some kind of stimulating to the mind? If we're being real, absolutely nothing about this day makes sense, but this is the only website that had an answer that made enough sense for our situation! I'm just telling you all what the site says, okay? In not a genius!"

Joy huffs and folds her arms. "Well, I think this is all just nonsense."

Irene can already smell another argument brewing between the two, and not wanting to hear any annoying bickering she quickly buts in to prevent it. "—Well, how about we ask Yeri what she dreamt last night so we can see if it's anywhere accurate to what Wendy's telling us."

Wendy shakes her head. "Oh yeah I forgot to mention, the person isn't going to remember anything about the dream. Like at all."

You all squint and tilt your heads, more confused than ever now. Wendy almost had you had you for a second, and then she completely lost you.

"So if the person who turned into the child and had the dream doesn't remember the dream they had.. then how would the person who wrote this website even know anything about it?! Like where is any of this information coming from?!"

"Yeah, none of this is adding up."

"I'm so confused.."

Wendy throws her hands up again, her laptop slightly sliding down her thighs. "Guys, I already told you I'm not a genius! This information is just as new to me as it is to you! I went through every possible website I could and this was the only one that seemed reliable enough! Out of all the things I've read, just trust me on this when I say I'm like 90% sure this is our likely answer."

You all still aren't that much more convinced, but at this point, you don't have anything to lose, well, you definitely do, but you all just need to try something.

Joy sucks her teeth. "Okay, whatever you say. So what's the solution to turning Yeri back?"

Wendy scrolls down to the last page of the website. "She needs to drink an entire glass of ice water with a tablespoon of cinnamon in it, bathe in lukewarm water with a mixture of sunflower petals and raw honey for exactly 23 minutes, not go to sleep any later than an hour after taking the bath and when she does sleep she needs to lay upright."

"Yeri! Stop running around and being so loud! There are people below and next door to us!" you bellow as Yeri's tiny legs sprint from room to room. Your voice is practically gone with this being about the millionth you've had to repeat these words in just the last hour, and of course, to none of your surprise, Yeri does the complete opposite of your demands, only becoming noisier and more heavy-footed. You're honestly not sure why you even bother anymore.

You try capturing the little munchkin as she bolts past you out of your bedroom, but your futile attempt only leads to you wrapping your arms around nothingness and falling to your knees. Seulgi also attempts to grab Yeri but her efforts are to no avail; the klutzy bear ends up diving head-first into the floor, the hyperactive toddler slipping out of her reach right when she almost had her.

Luckily, Irene ends up catching Yeri by surprise, snatching her up and sitting her on her hip. "You really are a handful.." Irene sighs.

"Why did Yeri never tell us about how much of an actual menace she was as a child?.." Seulgi grumbles, pushing herself up from the floor, moaning and groaning with every ache in her body as she stands. You drag your feet over to the couch, throwing yourself down into the cushions.

"I want a doll!" Yeri randomly blurts out.

Irene playfully pinches the little one's cheek, a passive-aggressive smile curving her lips. "Well, do you think you really deserve for us to buy you a toy after the way you've been acting today?"

"Yes!"

Irene narrows her eyes. "Seriously, Yeri?"

Yeri nods, shouting another confident, "Yes." Irene shakes her head. "No, Yeri. We're not buying you a doll."

Yeri's smile is immediately wiped with a frown. "I want a doll! I want a doll! I want a doll!"

You and Seulgi groan in unison, covering your ears as Yeri starts yet another one of her many ear-bleeding tantrums.

"Yeri, shh! I said no!"

"Listen to your oldest," Wendy says in passing as she exits the bathroom, bopping Yeri's nose teasingly, which Wendy quickly finds out to never make the mistake of again as the angry toddler slaps her hand.

Wendy glares at Yeri, taking small steps back with caution and soothes the stinging sensation from her hand. "Brat."

While Yeri continues to scream and whine about, a series of knocks is soon heard from the front door. Everyone's hearts drop in an instant and you all completely come to a paralyze, shooting each other pointed looks in the silence.

"Who's that?!"

"I don't know!"

"What if someone filed a noise complaint on us and sent staff up here!"

You frantically swing your head around, taking brief glances around the dorm before landing your eyes on Irene. "Uhh, Hyunie, you need to go lock yourself and Yeri in the bathroom to keep yourselves hidden. You know, just in case." Irene nods to your order without any question or protest and rushes her and Yeri inside the bathroom, making sure not to forget to lock the door. Yeri attempts to voice out a word of frustration, but Irene quickly slaps a hand over her mouth to shut her up.

Yeri fights against Irene's silencing and pulls down on her hand. She manages to pull her hand down just enough for her lips to be visible. "I WANT A DO—"

Irene muffles Yeri's voice again in swiftness, quickly clutching her hand over her mouth. "Shh! We'll get you a doll later, okay?!" Irene whispers harshly, and Yeri nods, but in an act of pettiness, Yeri darts her tongue out, licking the crevasses of Irene's palm. Irene yelps, reflexing her hand back in instinct and immediately wipes her hand on her shirt in repulsion.

The rest of you flatten out your clothes, combing your fingers through your hair and throw the pillows back onto the couch in a rushed attempt to make yourselves and the place look somewhat presentable. You and Seulgi stand next to each other while Wendy anxiously approaches the door. She carefully flicks the top lock, then the bottom lock, and slowly, she turns the knob, her heart racing faster and faster with each passing second.

She pulls the door back slowly and hesitantly peaks her head between the tiny opening, but her nerves cool down almost instantly once her eyes lay on the standing figure. "Sooyoung?!"

"Uh, yes?" Joy shoots Wendy a questioning look, a shopping bag held in her hand.

Oh yeah. You guys forgot you sent Joy out to go buy the ingredients for Yeri's remedy.

Joy steps past Wendy and enters the dorm, growing even more confused now and wondering as to why you all look so spooked seeing her, looking at her as if she'd grown two heads. "Hello?"

"Sorry, we just thought you were someone else." You take the grocery bag from Joy and walk up to the bathroom door, "Never mind guys, false alarm! You can come back out now!"

As you walk away over to the kitchen counter and empty out the bag, out from the bathroom comes a smiley Yeri and a grimacing Irene who for some reason won't stop wiping her hand on her shirt in disgust.

"I want my dolly now! Please! Please! Pleaseee!" Yeri begs, jumping up and down and looking up at you all with big, pleading eyes, protruding her bottom lip.

Everyone's eyes immediately land on Irene, which catches her completely off guard and she looks at you all with a sharp upturn of her eyebrow. "Um, don't look at me. I already spent my hard-earned money on that pizza earlier today."

Joy scoffs, folding her arms. "Well, I just spent my hard-earned money buying those stupid ingredients for Yeri."

Oh, so they want to play this game now? "Oh, well I paid for the gas that allowed Joohyun to even drive to the pizza place!" you quickly add.

"And—And— I bought Yeri those papers and colors to draw with earlier, you know!"

All eyes now land on Wendy, awaiting for what excuse she'll try to make.

Wendy side-eyes you all, sucking her teeth as she silently curses you all out in her mind. "Fine, I'll buy it."

Yeri runs up to Wendy, embracing her tiny arms tightly around her calves. "Thank you, Seungwanie!"

The small, yet adorable gesture manages to break Wendy's scowl and she looks down at her youngest member, smiling tenderly with her lips and eyes. "Aww.. of course, Yeri! It's noth— AGH!"

Wendy inhales sharply, biting the inside of her cheek and balling her fists to her sides to refrain from punching Yeri as she feels a pair of teeth chomping at her thigh.

Irene quickly runs up to the two, extracting that little demon leech from Wendy and holds her in close. "God.. Yeri, you really gotta stop doing that."

It's nighttime now and Yeri's all snuggled up in Irene's bed, watching videos on Wendy's computer while she uses her miniature toy brush to brush through the hair of her newly bought doll.

You've all already eaten dinner, which was once again pizza because Yeri didn't even attempt to give the beef soup that the cafe was serving downstairs a chance. It was 8 pm and you all were too exhausted and burned out just at the mere thought of putting up another fight with that menace when you knew it would lead to nowhere.

Everyone's taken their showers and Irene took Yeri her special bath, which was a lot easier to get through than she had expected, if she doesn't include the part where Yeri wouldn't stop splashing her in the face with water every few seconds. But other than that, everything went smoothly.

Yeri's also drunk her cup of cinnamon water so all that's left now is for her to sleep and await for what the results will show in the morning.

Seulgi was the first victim of sleep, the poor girl didn't even make it to her bed—one minute you saw her standing near the couch, next thing you knew, she was face-down into the pillows passed clean out. Next was Joy who not too long after Seulgi went to bed once deciding to call it a night for herself. Wendy was going to stay up with you to watch over Yeri as Irene left to take her shower, but what went from seeing Wendy on the brink of sleep, nodding off every other minute every time you stole a glance her way eventually led to hearing loud snores and spotting a sleeping Wendy laying beside Yeri, who was too engrossed with whatever was playing on the computer to notice her older member.

Suffice to say that Yeri was successful in completely wearing everyone out today.

"Yeri! Aren't you excited to become an adult again?" you ask enthusiastically from the other side of the room as you sit crisscross in your bed. Yeri lifts her gaze from the screen and looks at you silently, tilting her head with a clear look of confusion.

Oh yeah, Yeri's still lost about the whole, 'She was once an adult but in some freaky way she transformed into a toddler but she didn't really just transform since she's technically in another dimension so now you all have to do a remedy to change her back' thing.

Though she's(obviously)way younger now, she's shown to not be as naive nor gullible, because she's so damn stubborn, so she doesn't believe any of this and just thinks you've all gone crazy, which you're honesty not too upset with since her thinking that you're all crazy and just accepting these weird remedies is way better than if she were to be freaking out and putting up a fight, making it 100x harder for you all.

"N-Nevermind," you mutter, awkwardly scratching your neck. Yeri shrugs and resumes back to watching her video.

Irene soon arrives back from her shower, standing between the bedroom entrance and glancing at the two of you with a soft smile. "Alright, Yerim-ah. Time for bed!"

Yeri shoots a nasty glare Irene's way, then throws her head back with a whine. "I don't wanna!"

Your eyes widen and you quickly clutch your ears, tugging the covers up to pull yourself under. "Oh god, please no. Not another tantrum."

Irene shakes her head and walks up to Yeri, picking her up from the bed as she continues to whine and squirm around. "Don't worry, Y/N. I know how to get her to sleep quickly."

She better. You slightly peak from under the blanket and watch as Irene carries Yeri out of the room, Yeri continuing her relentless fit.

—

"Wow, that was so quick?! You put her to sleep in like what, five minutes? How the hell you do that?"

"I've got my ways," Irene smirks, looking down at the sleeping Yeri, of course, not forgetting to have her lying upright.

As you two continue to silently watch Yeri, you can feel yourself suddenly grow worrisome as thoughts of the remedy not working on Yeri start to creep up. If none of this ends up working and Yeri's not back to her old self by morning then this situation is going to go from 100x to 1000000x real quick, especially since your normal schedule starts again early at the crack of dawn.

You turn your head to Irene, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue anxiously, "Do you think this is going to work?"

Irene looks at you, a lopsided smile tracing her lips and a hopeful gleam in her eyes as she lets out a quiet yawn. "I really hope so."

You smile shortly and pin your focus back on the slumbering Yeri. But then your eyebrows furrow and you quickly make a double take back at Irene, looking down at her right hand which holds an unopened bottle of wine and the other with a wine glass.

Irene catches your questioning stare from the corner of her vision but doesn't turn her head to look at you entirely. "Don't look at me like that, this girl stressed me the hell out today. I deserve this, don't you think?"

You both chuckle lightly as you playfully shove her shoulder, and after a little while longer watching over Yeri, positive that she's deep in her sleep, you two exit the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind you and retire back to your own bedroom.

Well, you carry the slumbering Seulgi from the couch first before making it to the bedroom and Irene stumbles into the kitchen to pour herself a glass and drink the stress away.

You carefully tuck Seulgi into bed and then yourself after flickering off the lights. You snuggle your head deep into your pillows and lay on your hands, closing your eyes with a sigh. "This better work."

The early morning sun rays peak through the narrow cracks of your curtains, the light shining brightly and warmly as it cascades over your face, prying you from your sleep.

You stretch out your arms, yawning, and look over at your nightstand clock. 6:39 am. Welp, looks like you've completely overslept since you were supposed to be up and getting ready over thirty minutes ago for the 7 am group workout.

You don't decide to waste any time longer and hop out of bed, beginning to rummage through your drawers, just blindly picking out a random pair of workout clothes to wear since you kinda don't have the time to be picky right now.

You hurriedly slip them on while hopping on one foot as you also make your way into the bathroom. You complete all of your necessities—brushing your teeth, skimming through your skincare and fixing your hair—and after getting through with that, you exit the bathroom and make your way into the kitchen where everyone else already lies. They all munch on the breakfast Irene had cooked as they exchange quiet conversation.

Everyone greets you with quiet "Hey"s and "Good morning"s once they spot you approaching and you give them a small wave.

Not wanting anything too heavy on your stomach, you pull out a yogurt cup from the fridge and take a seat at the dining table. As you slurp on your yogurt, you notice your eyes keep on fixating on the member next to you. You try paying no mind to it, but as your eyes continue to adjust to the figure, they suddenly widen and you pause your eating once you realize why you can't stop peeking in their direction.

It's Yeri.

In her adult form.

You gasp dramatically, coming to a full turn in her direction and unintentionally grabbing the attention of your other members. "Yeri?!"

Startled, Yeri stops motioning the fork to her mouth and turns to you, arching a brow in confusion. "Yes?"

You quickly lean over and engulf her in a tight embrace. "Oh my gosh, Yeri!"

Yeri, still barely woken up, confusedly wraps her arms around you too, slowly patting your back and looks up at the rest of your members unsurely. They shoot her looks back, silently letting her know they're equally as confused by your actions.

You finally lean back from the hug, looking around at everyone with a bright smile. "Guys, it worked! Yeri's gone back to normal!"

Everyone's confusion only seems to deepen the more you talk. "What are you talking about?" Joy asks with furrowed eyebrows.

Your excitement's quickly killed off as your members now bring the collective confusion over to you."Yesterday.. when Yeri had turned into a toddler, we all had to keep her here and watch over her for the entire day and then we had to do some kind of spell to change her back to her adult self again?"

Everyone turns to each other, concern now laced in their eyes more than anything else. Irene walks up to you, placing her hand on your forehead. "Um.. are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, are you, Y/N? Because you're making no sense right now," Wendy says.

You're probably more confused than your members now.. because how could they not remember any of what you just said? Why are they looking at you as if you're crazy? "Guys, why are you so confused? We literally—"

You catch yourself from saying anything more before facepalming yourself. "Don't.. tell me that was all just a stupid dream.." you mutter, more so to yourself.

A dream?.. A dream! Of course, it had to have been a dream! It's the only logical explanation to this, considering how oddly calm you all were waking up to a toddler in the middle of your living room when, realistically, you know damn well the dorm would've erupted into literal chaos and panic if Yeri was ever missing and instead of being able to find her all you could find was a random toddler who for some reason looks identical like her. And how everyone immediately drew to the conclusion and just accepted that Yeri had turned into said toddler without any further questions or speculation. Or when you all found the supposed reasoning as to why she even turned into the toddler in the first place making absolutely no sense and the remedy for it being completely random.

Even though the dream was oddly long and felt a little too real, it still should've all been so obvious to you with how stupidly unrealistic the plot was from the start! But.. when a person's in a dream you suppose no one usually ever realizes they're in one until they wake up, so you can't really blame yourself too much on being fooled by your own mind.

"Was what a dream?" Seulgi asks, tilting her head in curiosity.

You look at her with a sheepish smile, placing your fingers on your temples as you quickly shake your head. "N-Nothing! Forget it! Forget I even said anything! Let's just hurry up and finish eating so we can go downstairs."

Everyone exchanges confused and concerned looks once more, but in an unspoken agreement, they decide to not question you any further on this and continue back to finishing their breakfast, resuming back to where they left off in conversations. You eat in silence, deliberately avoiding eye contact with anyone, even when you can still feel Yeri's curious gaze on you.

After about ten minutes, everyone's done eating and is packing up their gym bags. You don't bother to exit as a group, you all never usually do anyway, so Wendy and Seulgi are the first ones to leave. Irene and Joy don't take long to tag after them which leaves you and Yeri as the last ones to leave.

Yeri kneels in front of the front door tying her shoes and you lean against the dining table as you watch her, waiting for her to finish so you two can leave together. She soon stands up and gets ready to open the door to leave, but in an act of impulse, you abruptly call her to a halt, "Hey, Yeri!"

She stops motioning her hand to the doorknob and turns her head to you. "Yeah?"

"I know this is going to sound random, but I'm just saying.. if you're ever given the chance to, please, for the sanity of me and the members, do not ever, and I mean ever turn yourself into a toddler."

Yeri quirks her head to the side, completely confused about where you'd even get an idea like that from but she chuckles, nodding to your suggestion, "Oh, uh.. okay? I promise I won't?"

You chuckle awkwardly with her and push yourself up from the table, walking over to her as she begins to open the door again. In your footing, you end up stepping on something small, not enough to make you trip, but it does cause you slight discomfort and you gasp from its unexpectedness.

Yeri quickly turns to you, halfway stepping out the door. "Y/N? You alright?"

You lift your foot from the tiny object and take a step back from it to observe, holding a thumbs up in reassurance. "Yeah, I'm good. I just stepped on a—"

You choke on your words, struggling to suppress a gasp and quickly bend down, taking a closer look at the object. A sense of familiarity washes over you as you observe it, and the longer you stare the quicker you realize why it's so familiar to you. You pick it up and hold it closer to your eyes, trying to make sure this is what you think it is, and the more you take in the tiny details, the more you're certain that this is the exact toy brush that came with the doll Wendy had bought for Yeri yesterday.

The toy brush from the doll Wendy bought for the toddler Yeri in your dream. And it's right here, in the middle of the living room.

You and your members are all adults, you don't have any toys and none of you have brought any kids over who could've left their toys like this behind that could explain why this is here.

So wait.. If this isn't yours, your members' or a kid's you know, then does this mean..

"Y/N?" Yeri calls out again, except this time she's out in the hallway already leaving you behind. "Come on, we seriously have to get going!"

You silently stare at the brush a few seconds longer before quickly stuffing the trinket into your pocket and standing back up, jogging after Yeri. You can worry about this later.

"My bad! Coming!"

And it was ALL a dream.. *WOOSH* *BOOM* *SPARKS* *FIREWORKS* *CRACKLES* or was it? Ngl I really just pulled that the explanation and cure for Yeri right out of my ass idk what the hell I was writing, but anyways HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY TO MY CAKE GIRLS !!! I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH AHHH!!!

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

[tomssexdoll]

Can I request a 2008 dom bill smut? Where him and fem reader are at an after party and he fucks get from behind. Can it also be like rough. If anything is uncomfortable for u don’t do it!! Tysmsmsm love u

Heyy! Yes ofc!

Party

PAIRINGS: Bill 2008 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT and a lil bit of fluff at the end <3 SYPNOSIS: You and Bill went to an after party together after going to an event with the rest of the band and both got slightly tipsy, then one thing leads to another.. A/N: KINDA EXCITED TO WRITE THISSS, I'm also gonna assume you meant she gets yk from behind HAHA WARNINGS: degrading, bill!dom, reader!sub, p in v (doggy style aka from behind), sucking d, smacking ass, rough kissing

Me and Bill were tipsy, we had just gotten to the after party of the event we were at, Bills band Tokio Hotel had won an award and someone hosted a party last minute to celebrate.

We arrived at the huge mansion and stared in awe, "oh my god it's massive..who even planned this?" I looked up at Bill, he smiled and looked down at me "I don't know liebe but I'm definitely not complaining" he patted my ass and we went inside.

Numerous bottles of alcohol were messily placed on the kitchen counter, Bill and I picked out 2 mini bottles of vodka and took a swig, running into the living room where everyone was drunkingly dancing.

Bill placed his hands firmly on my hips and started to dance with me, I grinded against his erection and swayed my hips. I could tell he was getting excited because he kept on bucking his hips into me, making me know he needed relief.

I turned around and whispered in his ear "let's find an empty bathroom" I winked and took his hand, he followed me like a lost puppy and we finally found a bathroom that didn't have people openly fucking in it.

I closed the door behind us and locked it, as soon as I turned back around to Bill he pushed me against the door, smashing his lips into mine, roughly sticking his tongue in my mouth and holding onto my waist.

I moaned into the kiss, putting my hands around his neck.

He lifted me up and placed me onto the counter, continuing to kiss me roughly and passionately, his lips were like a drug, I couldn't get enough of them. At any opportunity I would always kiss Bill, his lips were soft like clouds.

His hands roamed around my body, squeezing my boobs and my ass. His kisses started to trail down to my neck, sucking slowly on the flesh and leaving dark purple marks. I hissed softly as he bit down on my neck a little. "Mm, sorry baby" he chuckled and continued to kiss my neck, down to my breasts.

After leaving multiple marks on me he lifted his head up "get on your knees, now" he demanded, my eyes widened a bit and I obeyed, getting off the counter and on my knees, onto the cold tiles.

Bill motioned for me to take his pants off and I happily obliged, taking his belt off, then his pants, then his boxers to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. I gasped as I saw how red his tip was, leaking pre cum. He pushed his hips forward, pressing his tip against my lips. "Well? Go on" he grabbed my hair, pulling it slightly.

I opened my mouth and slowly filled my mouth with his length, bobbing my head up and down, sucking it slowly. I looked up at him to see him smirking down at me "that's a good girl..keep going" he pushed my head slightly to guide me. I keep sucking his cock, occasionaly licking the tip to earn a moan out of him.

He threw his head back in pleasure, groaning deeply, "fuck, you're so good y/n", I smiled at his praise and started to go faster. Licking and sucking his cock at a fast pace, my jaw started to hurt slightly but I didn't care, I needed to make him cum.

"F-fuck!" he yelled as he shot his load into my mouth, it hit the back of my throat at lightning speed and caused me to choke a little. "Swallow, liebe" he reminded me, I nodded and swallowed, opening my mouth and showing him after. He smirked and picked me up from the floor, my legs slightly wobbly and my knees red.

"Good girl, now bend over" he said lowly, lust flashing in his eyes.

I bent over and lifted my skimpy dress up, revealing my black lace thong, he chuckled and smacked my ass playfully "so naughty..all of this just for me? What a slut you are.." he moved my thong to the side and positioned himself at my entrance, slightly rubbing my clit with his tip. I moaned softly "hurry up Bill!" i said, pushing my ass into him slightly, he smacked my ass again and pulled my hair "be patient or you'll get nothing." he said coldly and pushed his cock into me, I winced as his large cock stretched me out. I wasn't used to his cock and he knew it, I had been with other guys before but no one ever compared to Bill. He knew his way with women and I loved it.

I moaned and gripped onto the counter as he pounded his cock into my pussy, leaving no mercy at all. His brutal pace earned multiple loud moans out of me.

"Fuck! Mm Bill so good!" I moaned, he continued to relentlessly slam his cock into me, groaning as he felt my pussy clench around his cock.

He pulled out completely before slamming me onto his length again, thrusting his hips so roughly into me that the sounds of our skin slapping filled the room.

"Jesus..you're so fucking tight" he moaned lowly, snaking his hands onto my hips and quickening his thrusts.

My pussy clenched around his cock again, signalling that I was close to my orgasm, "fuck, harder!" I begged, I heard him chuckle as he started to pound into me harder, ramming into my sweet spot, causing me to moan loudly, my boobs squashed against the counter as they repetedly moved up and down like cleaning a window.

"Cmon, cum for me baby" he whispered in my ear, causing my body to twitch a little as my orgasm washed over me roughly, I whimpered and tried to catch my breath. Bill's orgasm shortly followed after mine and he came in my pussy, coating my walls with his thick cum.

Just as I was about to pull my dress down, Bill grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me again, "ah!" I moaned, not expecting his sudden movements. He continued to ram his cock into my pussy, again hitting my sweet spot repetedly.

It didn't take long for me to feel that familiar knot in my stomach, Bill's thrusts were getting slightly sloppy and slow, signalling he was close too.

"Fuck, liebe you're so sexy..make me so hard.." he smacked my ass again, causing me to yelp slightly. He chuckled at that and picked his pace up, drilling into me over and over.

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" I moaned softly, cumming all over his cock. He growled slightly and I could feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside me. He continued to fuck me at a brutal pace and groaned lowly. "So good baby.." he kissed my shoulders and thrusted into me, slowing down a little.

I gasped as I felt his cum squirt into me again, coating my walls even more. After riding out each others highs he pulled out slowly, a mix of our juices spilling out of my cunt. He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped me, helping my put my outfit back on properly.

I turned around and kissed him softly, holding his hand as we left the bathroom. "Should we go home?" I shook my head and pointed to the bottles of liquor, "let's party, we're celebrating!" he smiled brightly and followed me.

E/N: AHH THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE TYSM FOR THE REQUEST LOVELY

[irisintheafterglow]

Hey!! Can you write some fluff hcs of katsuki taking you to prom? Thank u so much! 🥰

AAAAAA YES I CAN I LOVE THISSS fun fact i didn't get to go to senior prom because i got sick on the day of :(( but i love any excuse to wear a fancy dress !!!

cw: swearing, implied fem!reader but no she/her pronouns or descriptions, this got super long because i got carried away oops :)) hope you like this!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

alright let's be honest if y'all don't already know each other, there's no way he's asking first

he'll think you're super pretty but be too proud to break the tough guy facade and make a move first

buuutttt if you're already kinda in with the bakusquad then it's a little easier for him to ask

and by ask i mean just tell you that you're going to prom with him

you're sitting next to him in the common room doing homework and he just goes

"go to prom with me."

"huh?"

"go to prom with me, 'cause who the fuck else you gonna go with."

"you're a royal asshole, you know that?" and then you pack up your stuff and go back to your dorm and he's like wait shit fuck that's not how that was supposed to go fUCK

so then the next day he's like "go to prom with me."

"are you fucking serious-"

"please?"

and this man never says please so you decide to give him a shot

you've thought he was attractive since your first year but didn't think he would be interested

and then, when you became friends, it seemed abundantly clear that he was too busy training and going on missions to have a relationship

when really he's just terrified of losing you if you don't reciprocate his feelings

so after much convincing from the rest of his friends, he mustered up the courage to ask you tell you to go to prom with him

you already know he was in the group chat after the first attempt to ask you going like

"guys i fucked up"

"bakubro what did you do"

"i told them to go to prom with me and they walked away"

"i think you're leaving out a crucial part of the story"

"ok and i said no one else would go with them"

"dUDE"

"IDIOT"

"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT"

"I WAS FUCKING NERVOUS"

if you don't already have a dress, he's going dress shopping with you

sits in the waiting area of the fitting room holding a stack of glittery fabrics and doesn't give one (1) fuck about it

definitely the type to whistle under his breath when you walk out in ~the dress~

he has no idea what the fuck he's doing so he's a little,,,,abrasive when it comes to shopping with you

"you need shoes? let's get you some new fucking shoes, then."

"that color is hideous. choose something else because you're too good-looking for shit like that."

"d'you think this color would look good with my eyes? no? damn, harsh crowd."

on the night of prom he's 20 minutes early to pick you up

so he just sits on the floor of your dorm in his suit with his arm propped up on his knee while he watches you finish your makeup

he's mentally taking note of the products you use and the colors you like so if you ever ran out, he could get them for you

you come out of the bathroom and ask him how you look and he genuinely feels like he's suffocating because he can't breathe

after like 30 seconds of staring he just

"damn."

is attached to you at the hip for the remainder of the night

i'm not kidding

his arm is around your waist at all times unless you go to the bathroom or he goes to grab a drink

brags about how good you look at any chance he gets

"yeah, see that dress? i helped pick that out, assholes," he says with a shit-eating grin and the rest of his friends are like 👍ok bro

they know how big of a crush he's had on you so they're amused by how smug he is now

if you force him onto the floor to slow dance he forgets all sense of rhythm

keeps stepping on your feet

tells you to move even though he's stiffer than a wooden board

has no idea where to put his hands and can't look you in the eyes without turning bright pink

you kiss him on the cheek and he fucking freezes LMAO

turns over his shoulder and sees his friends with their phone cameras out like paparazzi (he doesn't mind)

asks you out properly at the end of the night and it's not just a command

instead of "get lunch with me sometime" it's

"get lunch with me sometime? if you wanna, you don't need to if you don't want to-"

and then you kiss him! to make him shut up! and he's a feely mess for the next three days straight until he sees you again

if you enjoy my writing and would like to support me, you can buy me a coffee on my ko-fi! you can also check out my full masterlist here :)

[winterwump]

Gun x goo x reader smut plzzzzzz love your writing ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

🎄🤍Happy-Poly Days🤍🎄

Author’s Note: Hello Hello!! Thx so much for the request. I really hope this is good cuz I feel rusty (even tho it’s been 3 months😭)

CW: 🚨BREATHPLAY/CHOKING🚨 (it’s mild tho), And very light BDSM dynamics

This was not beta read so if you see an error, just kindly ignore it pls!! Oh and, this is the position I had in mind when writing this 💦

ENJOY!!

You never thought that a poly real would ever work for you, especially with guys like Gun and Goo. If anything, you thought that the two were better off with each other. But here you are interlocked between their sweaty bodies. And you couldn’t say you hated it, because it was the most heavenly experience.

Gun had his hands firmly around your neck, depriving you of just the right amount while Goo kept up the ruthless pace he’d set as thrusted up into your needy pussy. The breath play just sort of happened. Gun and Goo liked it and it turns out that you loved it. And of course, you all loved breath play for different reasons. Each nastier than the next.

Gun liked choking you because he loved how glassy and lost your eyes became as you let your pleasure take over. Even if you weren’t staring back at him, which was most times, Gun would still hazily study how your facial expression would change as you were getting fucked- all the while whispered sweet nothings to you. Goo liked it for the simple-carnal reason that whenever you were getting choked, your pussy was tightest it’s ever been. Goo saw your vice-like grip on his cock as a challenge to see how long he could keep fucking you. And despite his impressive sexual stamina, the grip of your pussy made him crumble in the best way.

You loved being choked because: God, it felt good to just let go (ironically). While your pussy was throbbing and spasming around anything your walls could feel, the rest of you was so pleasantly lost in all the sensations (or lack there of them) that came with the frequent threesome that you three engaged in. Be it the way that Goo kept your G-spot perfectly stimulated, or the firm and dominant nature that Gun took on while coaching you an orgasm that would surely wreck you. And wreck you it did. Because even in your dazed orgasmic state you managed to hear about how you drenched Goo, coincidentally, at the same time he filled your insides. You could hear the two sharing a laugh, you always loved that sound.

.

The smell of a cigarette hit you first when you came back to your body. Looking around, you found yourself being securely held by Gun in a scene that looked borderline domestic.

“Finally you’re up. You good?” - He was giving you bedroom eyes which indicated that the night was far from over.

When you opened your mouth in a move to reassure him, you realized that your voice was nowhere to be found.

“Now you know she can’t speak yet, Gun” - Goo said with a smug laugh as he threw his naked self onto the bed next to you.

Choosing to ignore Goo in that moment, Gun used a free hand to gently bring your attention back to him - “That’s okay, you can nod right [Y/N]?”

And to that you gave a demure nod, your anticipation was evident even when your voice was gone.

“Good girl.”

I really hope you liked thisss. And kudos to you if you got the pun in the title lol. BYE!!

[minty-drop]

Pitaya dragon cookie x reader

Tw: none

Type: platonic interaction, non canon (obviously)

Description: pitaya had gotten gifted a taste of dragon city’s finest goods from the baker themselves.

Ah, dragon city, home to some of the finest dragon hunters, and some of the best bakers on earthbread. You were one of them, a popular baker to the city and it’s locals. Baking goods each day to satisfy the customers that trampled in the establishment get a taste. Even though the bakery itself was in shambles, the food was to good to pass by without buying a treat or two. All the money you had was put into fresh ingredients and new recipes, a constant thrill in testing new products and techniques.

Though this day was a-bit different for you. Instead of staying cooped up in the bakery, you were going to try and vender a-few new samples and products you had come to love to show the customer. The stand set nicely on the side of the pathway, out of the way of passing by cookie but not to far away to be out of sight. It only took a-few minutes before you had a-few customers raising money high in the air to get the freshest of the fresh.

It had calmed down after awhile, only the crisp breeze and the odd customer accompanied you. Until a what looked to be a fruit themed cookie came bolting out a near by group and towards the stand you were placed at. You didn’t have time to quite place what flavours this cookie might be before there hand had slammed onto the front of the wood, startling you out of thought.

“I require the freshessss good you have”

The cookie spat out, leaning over the top of the table as they eyed the variety of baked treats in there packaging. Ignoring the odd snake like s accent, you begin to look through the goods that lay a-crossed the dark cherry wood table. Eyes scanned each packaging carefully, trying to figure out which would be the freshest at this time. You could hear the cookie shuffle in front of you impatiently, taping there oddly sharp fingers on the edge in front of you.

In a quick motion, you grabbed a slice of cherry brown maple butter pie, placing it carefully in front of the now delighed cookie. He examined it, which brang your nerves to a flare. Was this not the one freshest? Maybe it wasn’t the right flavour? Did I package it right? With a swift and agile approach, grabbed it and stuffed it into his cloak.

“Thisss will do cookie….thanksss”

You sighed in relief. At least you don’t have a raging cookie on your hands like last time.

“That will be 6-“

Frozen, is what you can describe his expression. You waited patiently for the coins to come dropping on the table, but instead, a large lump of metallic gold was left in front of you. You stared in awe, how did they have this? Why did they have this? Why were they giving you GOLD?

“Keep the change”

“Wait!”

The cookie stoped in his tracks, there white frosting hair slightly bouncing to a halt at the sudden loss of movement in the cookies form, they turned there body back to you, glaring lightly. You gulped down the fear that had built up in your chest, uttering out a simple apology.

“Sorry, that was quite rude of me wasn’t it. I just..please..take another things if you want, it’s the least I can do since you have graced me with a valuable piece of material”

…

“Fine cookie…I ssshall accept your offer asss a..gift”

They snatched up another piece of the pie, shoving this piece as-well in there cloak. And with that, the strange cookie had left as quick as he came. You watched as they walked away, looking around hastily before stuffing both pieces in there mouth in one single bite. There eyes widened, chewing faster now and sprinting over to two other cookies.

“COOKIESSS…you have..to try these there so..delicious..ack!-“ they began to choke on the amount, now begging for berry juice. It was quite the scene that’s for sure. You had a feeling this won’t be the last you see this oddly entertaining cookie

[icyfox17]

ITS TIME BOIS. IMA BE LIVEBLOGGING MY REACTION TO THIS ENTIRE SERIES BY THE LOVELY @the-amber-raven

Im about to go to work so idk why im starting now but yknow :D better now than never !! YIPPEEEE

Be prepared for a long ass post... I tend to scream a LOT

And this series is LONG

But i am EXCITEDDDD (and scared, very scared. Tsunami arc im staring at you)

Chapter One

I havent read many aus for this fandom (despite only having read aus for dsmp fandom LMAOO)

OHMYGODHFKFJ YHR DRAMATIC IRONY IS GOING TO KILL ME 😭😭 DBFNFMDKFMGD I CANT HANDLE THIS ALREADYDHFJ

I am so scared for when bobby finds out bro ohmhgod 😭😭😭

OHMUGODHDJDJFJF AAAAA AHFJDKFKG AAAA DHFKDKFJFKDKD BOBBY AND BUCK BOBBY AND BUCK BOBBY AND BUCK BOBBY AND BUCK AAAA DHFKD

HES SO FATHERLY I'M GONNA KMS DHFKSJFKDND SOSBSOSBSOBSOSBS

SGFJDKDKD OHMYGODDD HE DIDNT TELL BOBBY HES BECOMJNG A FIREFIGHTER??? DHFNFNFKDKGKFJF OH DEAR

Buck Buckley, love it

Shfkfkdd

STOP LYINGGFJDJDJD

OHMGFOD HES SO FATHERLY STOPPPDKFKFKFKFKFLFKFKFK I CANT HANDLE THISSS OHMYFJCKJFJDJDHFJDJFJF

He called him sunshine IMKILLINGMYSLDF who needs more proof that buck is literally ctommy COUGHS sorry anyways

CAN HE ADOPT ME CAN HE LITERALLY ADOPT ME PLEASE IMNGONANSNJVLEHDLFKDD

ATHENAAA!!! MOTHER!!!!!

SCREAMING NOT THE RHDOSDJKFJDD NOT THE DHSKDJDJDJD NOOO NOY THE KITCHEN BATHENA SCENE DHDLDJDLGJDKDJFKFF

AWEEEEFJJFFKDKKDKFKGDK THEYRE ALL SO SWEEETETESYDHFKF EXPLODINGNGKGG

Buck did WHAT??DHRJFKFKDKR

IM CRYINGNGNGNGNGF HOW STUBBORN WAS BUCK LMFAODJFKFKFKF

Buck is so sweet i cant do this

AWEEEJFJFKSKFKFPD

Im staring at this leg mention, is this the firetruck bombing...

OHMYFODJDKDKFJF THEYRESOCUTEHEJDJF I'M EXPLODING AND IRS ONLY BEEN FIVE SECONDS DHAKDJDKD

Ah, im getting flashbacks to meeting my dads wife

They kissed and i was SHOCKED lmfao i was like THIS EARLY?? dhfkdksld

Oh my god this is so CUTE DHFKDKDKFKFKF BUCK IS SO GOOD WITH HIM I CANT 😭😭😭

Ohnygod I CANT I CANT AMBER I CANT DO THISSSJFKDKDKDF I CANT HANDLE THISSHDKFK

Ur so clever at keeping them from finding out the identity reveal naturally dfndkdkfkfjdkskd

I CANT DO THISHDDJD

IM FANNING MY FACE RN THEYRE SO CUTE AAAAA DHFKSKD

OH GODHDKDKD NOT BOBBY ASKIGN ABOUT BUCKS FIRE TRAINGINGNDJDKDHAOFHDKJDKFHSKFJFKDKDJFKSHFKFKF

OH GODDDDDDD

OH GODFFJFKSJSLFJDKD

BUCK IS IN DANGER

UH OHHH SHFKSKDJFLD

IM GIGGLING LIKE A MAD MAN ON THE BUS RIGHT NOW FUCJFJDJFKDKD

OHMYGODJDJDKD BOBBYS GONNA BE PISSED HES GONNA BE PISSED OH NOOOO HDKXKSJSK OH FUCK DHDKSKFLF

Okay why was bobby being sus that couldn't just be him being protective fatherly could it?? Is there some secret trauma OHMYGOD IS. IS BOBBY LIKE. SCARED OF BUCK BECOMING A FIREFIGHTER BC ONE TIME HE BROUGHT HIM ALONG ON CALL AND THATS WHEN THE BOMBER THING HAPPENED AND HIS LEG GOT CRUSHED AND SO THATS WHY THEY KEEP MENTIONING HIS LEG AND WHY HE GOT WEIRD ABOUT CHRIS BEING INVITED TO STAY AT THE FIREHALL AND AWAY FROM THE ENGINES OH MY GODDDD

OHMYGODDDDDDJDJSKAKKLL

Okay chapter 1 done AND JUST IN TIME FOR WORK TOO YIPPPEEEE

AMBER THIS FIC IS SO GOOD IT'S GONNA DESTROY ME IM SO NOT OKAY AAAAAA

[nerves-nebula]

It took me about 4 years of public school every day to realize I should’ve been smiling and waving back instead of staring blankly every time someone waved at me. It’s taken another 4 years for me to build up a backlog of proper responses to the various “hi”s and “how’s it going”s and “have a good day”s people say reflexively. And half the time I just grimace anyway, I don’t think I’ll be joining any communities any time soon my social skills are rudimentary at best. I need to be put down I cantttt keep going like thisss. How much does progress matter if it takes me 8 years to learn what everyone else already knows and I completely revert if I spend too much time inside or am in a new space

[dancingundermoonlight101]

"it shouldn't be so hard to believe it was some sort of ruse," he says as he stares into the reflective surface. a mirror, the earthlings call it — it just looks like a big sheet of glass, to him.

"well, of course it isn't easy. it is not as if we were always cruel with each other before everything," he continues as he peels away old paint, "but it would hurt far less if i believed what everyone else keeps telling me, even if they do not know what they are saying."

"it is most unfortunate that our paths must keep crossing like this."

"i cannot get enough of your optics no matter our circumstances."

sorry i got carried away i am horrid at requesting things..Decided id just thrust this into ur inbox Lawl. but also a combo of your and my posts has moved me from my slumber. sorry again

I'M SORRY IF I TAKE THIS AND RUN WITH IT IN A DIRECTION YOU DIDN'T MEANNN I'm just ITCHING to write thisss!!! Also, don't apologize!!! YOU'RE JUST EVIL FOR ASKING ANON!! Now I can't stalk your page and read what you have written qwq (if you post.)

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Optimus stared at Megatron through what should have been one-way window. Yet knowing full well Megatron could see him.

The Prime was at first surprised to learn that Megatron had been captured by MECH. Embarrassingly enough, he had already thought up of countless arguments and counterarguments on why it would be a good idea for him to rush in to save — prevent MECH from dismantling Megatron and using him to create weapons or other devices that could be of equal danger, if not more so to the Autobots.

Things are a blur now to Optimus as he stands alone before his enemy. Ratchet, the only other bot to join him, standing outside to guard and warn Optimus for any ambush or trap.

"Optimus," Megatron purrs. "Rushing to save me after getting my distress signal? Please," His small movements somehow emphasized the red splotches on the ground. Dead humans. "You really shouldn't have."

"Megatron." Optimus glares. "Why are you still here? You could have blasted these walls and escaped long before I arrived. Is this a trap?" He decides to cut to the chace.

Megatron, for once. Remained eerily silent. Staring at Optimus's optics with a serious, pondering look. "Well, something seems different about you, Prime. Can't quite put my digit on it.."

"Don't change the topic, Megatron! Answer me." The Prime stepped closer to the glass. Wondering if he should just break it to get to Megatron.

"Ah, yes. I recall now.. I think it has something to do with these late night outings of yours?" Megatron grinned widely once he saw Optimus very visibly still.

"How much do you know."

"Enough." Megatron purred, walking to the flimsy excuse of a glass wall that is keeping him from Optimus.

"What are you planning?" Optimus asked again, clenching his weapon. His fighting spirit still strong. It doesn't matter what Megatron knows. Just what Optimus will do.

Megatron grinned wider, and before he could say anything, a bright explosion made Optimus unable to see for a few seconds.

Chaos ensued.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

(IM NEVER GOING TO FINISH THIS AND IM SORRYYYY BUT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SO MANY IDEAS FOR FUTURE POSTS BUT IT FELT UNFAIR TO POST THEM WITHOUT FIRST POSTING THIS ONE) I will post stuff inspired by what you suggested though!! I ACTUALLY HAVE STUFF WRITEN DOWN ON A JOURNAL!! Idk how to give you credit, but if you see something that seems like it was inspired by your ask. Then it was ✨️

[jumping-joey1104]

Alright, so! I've been here for a little while, but I've wanted to introduce a concept! (I'm not sure if someone did this already) This might be weird but I think I enjoy writing those myself! So, rules posts from reddit, but for the creepypastas? Like, rules to follow in order to survive in that house as a hostage/wanderer?? Please stop me if I'm being delusional because I've been stuck on this for days!

Oooooooh!!! I love thisss!!! You stay here as long as you want my guy

Survival in the Forest

Ok, to start things off the outskirts of the woods are relatively safe for outsiders. There's too high of a chance to be seen or heard by witnesses so you're usually safe in this zone unless someone grabs you up. This situation is usually rare, only proxies or other's like X-virus or Puppeteer in which they have more use for you being alive is needed.

However, going deeper into the woods is nearly a death sentence. Going further than a mile or so means you're a trespasser, someone that shouldn't be there. You're more likely to be killed on sight here, but depending on the person you might be able to survive.

Proxies (Masky, Hoodie, Kate, Toby, etc.): When you reach this point in the woods and they catch you they're more focused on scaring you away or just trying to get you out. While Toby and Kate are more physical with this scare tactic, usually using their weapons and might severely harm or even kill you. Masky and Hoodie are more of the staring you down and causing you to run in fear. Do not try to fight them or get to them, you will be killed as soon as you seem more defensive than scared.

Other killers (Jeff, EJ, etc.): People like Jeff, Eyeless Jack, and others that don't exactly follow a certain plan to kill are seen more in this area. Depending on who you see you might live. Demonic entities like Jack who are more human will also just scare you, unless you look like a decent meal. If any see you and are hungry? You won't get the chance to run or scream before you lose your vocal chords. More insane killers like Jeff or Nina would kill you on the spot as well

Planned Killers (X-Virus, Puppeteer, etc.): These people don't want you dead, surprisingly. They are more likely to keep you alive for longer but you will wish that someone else caught you. X-Virus would use you for experiments, most likely keeping you chained up in a basement drugged on multiple different concoctions. While Puppeteer or other's like Bloody Painter will also keep you alive for longer. Puppeteer would use your body for his strings, a long and torturous method. While Bloody Painter would probably have you all cut up for paint.

If you were to be picked up by these people and kept alive, you're best bet is to not fight back. Most are sadistic and won't give mercy such as Jeff, Nina, and X-Virus. But other's like Bloody Painter and EJ are more likely to listen to your pleas, however fighting back will end in death. They're killers not therapists.

If you manage to get deeper into the woods, congrats! You'll soon be picked up and taken to the home of whoever grabs you. More likely you'll be grabbed by Proxies, taken back to get info on how you made it this deep into the woods unharmed.

Basically survival depends on if you're good at fighting or being more of a ragdoll. Bear mace would work against some of the maskless or ones that feel pain, but it could anger others more. I'll make a little list on how to survive them individually in a separate post about their homes themselves. But I completely misread your ask and thought you said forest... So

[metallica-jk]

I AM SO SO SO PROUD OF THISSS

I decided to do the door scene from TIG where Avery needed to figure out which key was the right one out of like hundreds of keys BUT from Jamesons perspective and in my opinion it turned out SO GOOOD!!! so imma js post it and see what everyone thinks <3

(I had to fix it bc it didnt match the actual story so...)

She has the keys. Hundreds of them actually, and only one opens the lock on the massive brown door in front of us. 

“You’ll figure it out” I say and only Lee Lee (Alisa) recognizes my voice. I thought i had talked enough to the girl for her to memorize my name. There is 5 of us. The girls sister- Libby or Elizabeth- nice Goth girl around the age of Nash, heard she was in an abusive relationship before she got here and the crazy guy appeared at the gates with reporters. Then there’s Alisa- Lawyer and happens to be Nash’s Ex- Hates Hawthorne blood, I’m pretty sure she would kill all of us and take the money for herself if she could. Oren, her old as the Titanic bodyguard who (im almost sure) survived the first world war. Theres also the girl, who i like to call “Mystery Girl” because she appeared out of nowhere and is just living life as normal in a massive house. And me. A charming guy with lots of mysteries and puzzles who hides behind a smirk. 

 She looks at the bundle, confused, which forces a smirk out of me. She plays with her long, hazel colored hair, as she goes through every detail in every key. Everyone keeps talking though. I want to tell them to shut up but ill stay quiet for now. I could almost say she looks like me when thinking. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes concentrated, and a common thing I DON’T do is she is chewing her bottom lip. This will take a while, so I lean against the door frame. Even though its freezing because its winter, It is sunny today for once, yet I will not tan. Stupid Hawthorne genes. They keep me down on the rank of the “second hottest Hawthorne brother." People would call me crazy for not wearing any kind of jacket, but honestly, im warm. The grass has been freshly cut, so the smell of grass is noticeably stronger than usual. She’s wearing casual flannel and a black top with jeans paired with some black worn-out Doc Martens . Probably something she brought from home. Even though she is going to inherit 46.2 billion dollars, she still decides to dress as a working-class teenager. I wish I could dress like that. But being rich has me stuck rock climbing in a suit shirt and trousers. 

I remember when I had to figure out which key fit the lock into this hell I have to call home. It took me an hour. The old man, (that's what me and my brothers call our grandfather) had told me that I could only get ice cream if I figured out the right key. I nearly gave up after 15 minutes and I kicked the door. Gray told me he sat in front of the door, staring at it until he realized that the right key was indeed the golden one with a maze pattern matching the door decoration. I remember the old man calling me “Ordinary.” That was the hardest time to try and hide how I really felt; hurt. I went out of my way to impress him, and all I got was “ordinary.” My hands turn into fists at that memory, so I take them out of my suit pockets (which I hate), and I flex my fingers. I left nail marks on my palm. Great. I hear the girl mumble something and the jingle of keys. I check my watch; it’s only been 5 minutes. This is going to take ages. She licks her lips and continues looking through all the different keys. It's actually kind of windy out today. Perfect weather for tanning. I’ll tell Nash. He sure would be happy. It's just the afternoon and I already need a bourbon.  

The look in her eye changes, and I have to force myself to look away. It reminds me of someone. Crap. I gulp and close my eyes as I suddenly am aware of the scar that crosses my chest. The reason I got the mark. The cliff, he saw the cut, the look she gave me before she became just a body, Grays eyes that were filled with hurt and anger. It all rushes back to me. But I force myself once again to forget about it. The familiar click of the lock helps me with snapping back to reality  

Wait 

The girl opened the door.  

I check my watch once again. 10 minutes. The girl who looked like Emily managed to figure out the key 6 times faster than I did. She smiles at me. God, that makes her look even more like her. But I still can't look away. I hide my shock once I realize that I've been showing it for too long. And I replace it with a smirk.  

Her sister asks her something about how she knew which key to use, but she doesnt answer. So instead, i say: 

“sometimes, things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core. Avery Kylie Grambs, we have a new record.” 

All 17 years of my life I've lived in this mansion. I've explored it all. Every tunnel, every room, it took me ever since I could walk to memorize the full layout of the Hawthorne house. I use the passageways daily and do riddles all the time. But whenever I had to do this puzzle, I took so long that I thought that the old man would just give up on me all together. He would have liked Avery. Even Xander took longer than Avery and you’d expect him to be way better. I guess he just got into fiddling with the technology of this old place. The doors are Victorian, corridors have the traditional paintings on walls with red carpets. A lot of the paintings were chosen by my mum or aunt. My mum isn't really involved in my life but does take advantage of the fact she lives in this big place even though she could have left and lived somewhere on her own by now. It was always my grandfather who took care of me and my brothers. He raised me. Even though I kind of hated him. Gray was supposed to be the heir of the money. I should've expected that he would leave one last riddle for me and the boys. Maybe Avery will join us on this journey too.  

I kinda made Jameson a gossiper so don't mind that and I decided to make Jameson focus on Avery instead of listing everything everyone did and said bc that would take up many pages

[wrestlezaynia]

ok bestieeee

this was not what i had planned but OK so I

wrote u a little thing a little suprise for your birthday hope u enjoy it

a quietly loud confession

Kevin and sami Loved each other oh yess that is love with a capital L  everyone knew it everyone saw it.. that is everyone except the most important people Kevin and sami themselves were oblivious to it .

Honestly it was getting to a point that there group of friends just wanted to lock em up in a room until they figure it out . but as one of them put it the prizefighter would find a way to break down the door leaving a sad yet smiling Sami ... sooo noo they had to let the idiots figure it out for themselves.

Idiots both of them.

So as they were driving to the next town riding together as they've done for as long as both could remember ,,, both were uncharacteristically quiet only having the low sound of the radio playing in the background . Kevin had let Sami take the first part of the journey it gave him time to look at the scenery outside and steal some glances at Sami .. His sami .   Sami of course felt Kevins gaze but he was trying not to let his thoughts cause an accident .  Sami deep down was afraid to speak his feeling  afraid to be wrong  afraid of being right and having Kevin  love him back .  As soon as He lost the battle with his brain over this  he yawned to indicate to Kevin he was ready to switch over .

Oh theres a rest area at the next exit Sami  Kevin said

Yep on it Kev replied Sami

Now as soon as they reached the rest stop its like for a moment time stood still . Like when u watch a movie and pause it but surely this was no movie this was real life for a moment  sami and kevin just stared at each other as quickly as this moment happened it was over and they both got out to stretch.

As it had been Kevin's new custom  He walked in the opposite direction to look out to the distance ... Sami had asked him once and he came up with a  i just need a moment to clear my mind then called himself stupid for the half fast excuse and well hoped Sami would just buy the excuse .

So as Kevin was looking out to well at the moment a giant field of nothing breathing trying to calm down before  continuing onto the hotel for the night  he could feel  Samis eyes on him  Sami who as much he did not like having kevin far from him was enjoying these moment where Kevin had his back turned to just stare at his beautiful Kevin ( see i told u Idiots).

As Kevin was enjoying the fresh air and well failing to keep his thoughs pure (because yess he knew Sami was checking him out ... secretly he enjoyed it but  Kevin Owens would NEVER  admit thaaaat .

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a familiar touch

Kev we need to  get moving we have an early call tomorrow and some one gets angry if he doesn't have his  8 hours of sleep

Me  Kevin  said in his most shocked mad voice

Well ok Sami said perhaps we are both captain grumpy pants sami said laughing tossing the keys to Kevin and walked back to the car but going to the passengers side instead .

Once they both got in the car the weird silence returned but Kevin could not take it anymore

SAmi I  hmmm  I need  to say something ok

Sami turned in his seat yess Kevin

At that moment Kevin lost his nerve getting lost in sami eyes

His words may of failed him in that moment  but his body now had a mind of its own

Kevin Cupped Sami face with his hand  his heart nearly leaping out of his chest when  sami leaned into his touch ... in the end it was Sami who took the final step and brought there lips together in a kiss that said soo manyy things

I love you, i care for u , i want u  , im scared but willing to fight for you. 

hope u enjoyed thisss bestieee and HAPPPYYYY birthday hope u have an amaaaazing dayyy

The last line resonated with me: "I'm scared, but willing to fight for you." We often interpret "fight forever" as them wrestling, but what if it holds a much deeper meaning? I love this, thank you so much! 😍