#I was craving both chicken and sleep so ye

[tulipe-rose]

i tried so hard but I couldn't keep myself from imagining a mother hen (a literal chicken) Chūya calling Mōri and simply uttering :

'code yellow. degree: 8. call the lemon scientist.'

'understood' in a grave tone like someone just died before he proceeds to press on a comically huge red button.

Do you ever think that if Dazai one day decided to do things the conventional way, or act the closest thing to what people call normal, how much that'd freak out the people familiar with him?

-> Dazai walking into the PM with no bandages on, wearing a casual outfit fit for his age, to which Chuuya does a double take at, gaping in horror.

At first, Chuuya'd take on their normal bickering, rub his eyes dramatically as if he's seeing things- "Who the fuck are you???" He'd exclaim. But then he'd bombard him with questions, ask if he'd run out of bandages, tell him he has extra rolls in his office-

"You're acting as if being wrapped up in gauze is normal, stupid slug."

"It is for you."

-> Dazai finishing his whole plate of curry, asking for seconds, and Oda would watch him with eyes widened a fraction, his own version of a shocked stare.

He wouldn't say anything, because he's afraid that drawing attention to the action would make Dazai stop doing it. He'd share that with Ango later, though, and Ango wouldn't even believe him.

→ (tw) Dazai not expressing his infatuatation about suicide for an entire week, disappearing for Kunikida to find him in his dorm instead of the usual river.

He's sit with him, ask if he's okay, fumble his words when he touches on the subject. Because how can you approach someone about your concern regarding their lack of suicidal tendencies, lately?

-> Dazai showing up early to the ada, taking his coat off, and immediately working.

The whole agency would hide behind the entrance, watch him with wide eyes as they share questioning looks.

"He- He didn't flop on the couch at all???"

"He didn't even look its way!"

"I mean, that's great, but something just doesn't sit right with me-"

"Is he sick?"

"Even I can't explain what's happening right now."

"Someone do something!"

And ppl often assume that Kunikida would be ecstatic about this, but no, I believe he'd be the most horrified one of all, trying to make sense of things but ending up empty handed. 😭

Fukuzawa would come up to find a swarm at the door, watching something inside that he'd assume to be a spider at first.

"What is going on here?"

"Dazai's working."

Fukuzawa'd rush to confirm, and sure enough.

He'd sigh in resignation, knowing this day would come.

"Get the exorcist."

~

It's endlessly amusing, how Dazai has his own version of conventional that if he were to deviate from, just slightly, panic would ensue through the people he's familiar with.

Even if it leads him to do healthier actions.

Something is wrong, and they need to figure out what, because this isn't the Dazai they know.

[writing-rat]

Midnight Snacking

Pairings: Jenna and Aliyah, Jenna x Reader

Content Warning: None, just fluff

Summary: Aliyah wants chicken nuggets but doesn't want to drive so she asks Jenna. She gets sassy when she says yes to you however.

WC: 651

It was a warm Spring night and you were at the Ortega household. Jenna was on break and she was happy to be. Sometimes work exhausted her but she loved it and she would never stop. When she had breaks, she prioritised family time and hanging out with her friends. You were happy to be included. When she announced her next break, you were immediately contacted by Natalie. “As a surprise for Jenna, do you wanna come over for the next few weeks while Jenna is on break?” Natalie asked. 

“Yeah! I would love to,” you immediately responded, in shock admittedly. 

That led you to be at the Ortega household for a few days before Jenna would come home. Aliyah wanted you to come early so you had, sleeping in Jenna’s room and then help cook breakfast. Safe to say, Aliyah loved you even more for that. You would get her snacks whenever she asked, mainly when she was on live. Luckily Jenna didn’t go on social media much so she didn’t know you were there. When she arrived though, she was shocked and hugged you immediately, kissing you before even greeting her family. Safe to say she missed you.

Now, you were currently on the bed, a laptop in between both of your legs where you were watching Breaking Bad. She leaned into you as she held your waist gently. You also leaned into her, holding her hand gently as you were relaxed, happy to be watching the show with her due to never seeing it before. That made her say you needed to watch it, so you decided to while cuddling her. 

Aliyah soon opened the door after a few knocks. “Jenna, can you get me some chicken nuggets from McDonald’s?” Aliyah asked, draping herself over the bed. “Or I will starve to death,” she added dramatically. Jenna rolled her eyes.

“Get it yourself. You can drive,” Jenna spoke with a smile.

“But I don’t want to drive, I want to stay in bed while you get it,” Aliyah whined more. You couldn’t help but laugh as Jenna kept bickering with Aliyah.

“I will be honest… McDonald’s does sound good,” you admitted.

“What would you like?” Jenna asked immediately. 

“Nuggets and fries,” you immediately spoke.

“I’ll be back,” Jenna confirmed and got up, letting you have control over what you watched.  

“No fair, get me some too, please,” Aliyah begged. 

“Fine, thank Y/N for this,” Jenna spoke before she left. 

“Thank you,” Aliyah spoke before she was going next to you. “What do you want to watch?” Aliyah asked with a grin. 

“I don’t mind,” you hummed as you let her take control. She immediately put on Netflix before she put on Yes Day with a smirk.

You regretted telling her you had first gotten a crush on Jenna when she was on Yes Day when you watched it when you were younger. “Fuck you,” you spoke, glaring at her. 

“Not my type,” she sassed and you rolled your eyes, continuing to watch the film while waiting for Jenna. Soon enough Jenna came back and Aliyah immediately spoke. “I thanked my saviour, she can confirm. I love you too for getting me food and not denying it to me,” Aliyah spoke with a smirk. Jenna just sighed. “You have put on Yes Day, huh?” she asked, recognising the scene she was on. It was the Kablowey scene. 

“Yes,” Aliyah responded, grabbing her nuggets and smiling as she ate one. “I will leave you 2 be now,” Aliyah confirmed as Jenna turned off Yes Day, cringing at her scene. “Goodbye, never ask me for food again,” Jenna said. Aliyah laughed, approaching her room.

“I lied, I didn’t crave these but thank you baby,” you spoke to Jenna. Jenna slapped your arm as you just laughed before you both relaxed again, continuing Breaking Bad while sharing the fries and nuggets.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Heyyooo Laura... I hope you're doing great. Saw your request is open again and i hope you don't mind me asking for another request again.kinda thinking about some scenarios for Fue,Nozel and Julius with pregnant reader and how would they handle it.Reader is having a weird cravings in the middle of the night like some (ice cream with pickles,chicken with chocolate dip or anything i leave it up to you) and after they get it reader will force them to eat with her. Some fluff fluff fluffsssss.. ❤❤❤

Hiya! Yes, they've been open for a while now, uni is just keeping me from getting to them ^^' But I was in the mood for some pregnancy fluff

Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader, Julius x f!reader Genre: fluff Fanfic type: Oneshots Total length: ~1.2k Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy cravings

Fuegoleon

"Honey..." you asked through the darkness of the room, while placing your hand onto your husband's chest. There was a faint grunting sound from your side as the bed shifted under you. "Yes... dear," Fue spoke with a heavy, drowsy tone as his eyes fluttered open. "I... think the baby wants some ice cream and crisps," you admitted, having concluded to yourself that your cravings were due to the child you were carrying, since you didn't have such cravings before. But, it was to be expected. "M..hm.." he hummed while sitting up. "Then... we have no choice but to get you some ice cream and crisps," he smiled while manifesting his fire arm, and taking your hand with his left one. "Will you eat with me?" You asked, making him pause for a moment. "Both?" He asked, with the slightest of hints of disbelief, along with the tone of his that just wanted to make sure that he understood correctly. "Yes. Eat with me," you asked, looking at him with wide eyes. There was a brief pause that lingered in the air, after which he breathed out a reply: "Yes dear." The food was eventually delivered to your shared bedroom, and you sat by one of the tables, happily eating your ice cream, onto which you crumbled salty crisps. While Fue, he sat there, looking at you with an adoring smile on his face. "Feeling better?" He asked, the syllables fluttering through the air to you. "Mhm," you nodded. "Why aren't you eating yours?" You had to ask while placing the spoon into your mouth, and keeping it there, as you looked at him, expectantly. "I... wish to make sure that you have enough," he replied, giving you another smile. "Oh come now, there's enough for both," you replied while taking a spoonful of the contents of your bowl, and offering it to him. His eye shifted between the spoon, and you, for a moment, after which he sighed, and opened his mouth, letting you feed him the spoonful. And then another, after having taken a bite yourself. In all honesty, he couldn't have claimed to have enjoyed the dish for the taste, but he did enjoy the content smile on your face. He enjoyed your happiness. And, besides, it could have been worse. You could have had a very different craving.

Nozel

"My bird...?" You asked, while placing your hand onto your husbands arm and shaking him awake. There was a deep breath sounding through the dark room, along with a groggy sound that told you him waking up from a deep sleep. "Yes... love? What is it? Is everything alright?" The fact that he asked, worried, worried so very much for your well being, especially now that you were with child, made a tender, soft smile appear on your face. He really did care. He really was a good man, deep down. "I have a craving," you told him, rather factually, making him sigh before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "What do you want?" He asked while making his way to the closet to grab his robe. "Salted caramel ice cream and toast," you told him, making him glance at you from over his shoulder. But he didn't say anything. Just looked at you as seconds ticked in the air. One at a time. "Alright," he said with a slow, tired tone, before making his way out of the door to ask for such a ... dish. And eventually, after he had already returned, the dish, too was delivered into the room. Just as you had imagined it. So, you sat down on a chair, and broke off a piece of toast before spreading a chunk of salted caramel ice cream onto it, and popped it into your mouth, with a pleased smile. All the while Nozel looked at you, sitting across the table from you. "How is it?" He asked, meaning nothing more with the question. "Try it," you told him, handing a piece of a bread with ice cream to him. He paused for a moment, looking at you from behind his dishevelled hair, loose locks flowing down the side of his face. "No thank you," he tried, but you still kept the piece of toast there. "No, no, you need to know what I'm eating, right?" He wasn't sure about the logic in that statement. But there was also no point in getting into a discussion about it this late at night. So, instead he just sighed, and took a hold of the bread. You looked at him, hold the bread, waiting for him to place it into his mouth. And he, looked back at you before his eyelids fell in a slow blink, after which he placed the piece into his mouth and ate it. He breathed out, in a slight defeat, having accepted the fact that you'd give him more pieces. Which... would be alright. This was something that came with pregnancy. And he wanted to be there for you, living this through with you. After all, you were the best thing to have happened to him.

Julius

"Juu-juu?" You cooed through the darkness, snuggling to his side. There was an individual sound of a snore that sounded through the room, before he jolted ever so slightly in place. "Yes, dove?" The nickname, which he had given you, because of the mere act of cooing out the nickname for him, made the corners of your lips tug up. "I'm ... a bit hungry," you admitted, but the slight hesitance in your tone told him that it wasn't hunger per se, but more a craving. You had had the strangest of cravings lately, but he embraced all of them with intrigue and anticipation, because this was a journey, your pregnancy, and he wanted to be there for all of it. "What would you like?" He asked, rolling around on the bed to face you, while running his fingers up and down your arm. "Chocolate and avocadoes," you replied with a serious face, and a tone to match. And usually, when you told him your craving, he just smiled, but this time there was a passing shadow of surprise on his face, before he chuckled, and gave a kiss onto your forehead. "Give me a second," he said, before appearing seated on your side of the bed with two bowls in hand; in one of which there was chocolate, and avocados in the second one. You sat up, and took a piece from both bowls, placing them together into your mouth, munching them away with a content smile. And he... he watched you, with a wide smile on his face; half-lidded eyes and radiating nothing but love and affection. "Can I try?" He asked, making you pause, before furiously nodding and offering the pieces of avocado and chocolate in your hands to him. He opened his mouth, so that you might pop them in, and begun chewing. "It's good, right?" You asked while popping more into your mouth. And he... he didn't have the heart to tell you that he found the combination horrid, but he wouldn't show it. Instead, he happily sat there, letting you enjoy the night... treat. Because your happiness was his happiness.

[peppermintquartz]

Prompt: (BuddieTommy) Buck/Tommy/Eddie have a ONS where they all sleep with each other and, where Buck and Tommy end up pregnant. They each think the other is the father, but then realize Eddie is the other father and have to tell him. *Insert surprised Pikachu face* Both of them panicking at having to tell each other, and Eddie, and it leads to the three of them deciding to have a throuple, triad, or closed triad. Also, Chris can exist, or not, I'm not picky. <3.

They arrange to meet at a KFC, because for some ungodly reason, Tommy craves their fried chicken, and it's definitely neutral ground.

It feels weird. Tommy is picking at the side of his thumb, his heart thrumming about what to tell Eddie and Ev- and Buck. He's not really showing yet, but he will soon, and gossip will filter through the grapevine and the 118 will know, which may cause a lot of hurt. Better to humiliate himself first.

Eddie pushes in through the door, followed by Ev- by Buck, who is practically glowing. A jealous little pang stabs through Tommy. Evan must have found a new partner to love him up so well, he's radiant.

Meanwhile Tommy feels rundown and tired and hysterical, ready to cry at the slightest provocation.

The two guys scan the place and spot Tommy. Eddie takes the inside of the facing bench and Evan - and Buck the outside.

"Hey," says Eddie.

Tommy makes himself smile. "Hey."

"You wanted to talk with us both," Evan says, a little coolly. Buck says. It's been a month since; Tommy needs to remember, he needs to remember that Evan isn't for him anymore.

Nodding, Tommy reaches into the folder next to him on the plastic bench and sets out two ultrasounds scans.

Eddie's and Evan's eyes widen. "No way."

"Unfortunately, yes way," says Tommy.

"What does this have to do with-" Eddie blinks at him. "Wait. Vegas?"

Tommy nods. "That was the only time we had sex without condoms. And, uh, I asked both of you because... Well. Because." Heat crawls up Tommy's face.

It had felt incredible that night two months ago, all three of them a little high from their night out in Vegas, Eddie winning a minor fortune from a slot machine. They'd ordered room service and too much wine and vodka and tequila, then one thing led to another, the first thing being Evan fucking Tommy with a ravenous hunger right in front of a smirking Eddie, and the another being Eddie joining the fun fucking Tommy into a second orgasm. Tommy had fallen asleep watching Evan ride Eddie, both grinning and exchanging lazy kisses, woken up to Evan's ass grinding against his cock, and Tommy had indulged him before his mind was even online, and then both Evan and Tommy waking Eddie up with a morning blowjob.

They'd agreed that it was just the usual Vegas debauchery, that it was just for that night. Evan and Tommy went on to enjoy each other, right up until the night everything imploded.

Eddie's face goes taut. "Shit. I wasn't... Wow."

"It could be Evan's," Tommy says, and then mentally kicks himself for not saying "Buck".

Whatever. The baby might be Evan's.

Evan suddenly looks green. He swallows hard, then reaches out to hold Eddie's hand. Before Tommy can hide the jealousy from his face, Evan reaches out to hold Tommy's hand.

"I also have news," Evan says quietly and quickly. He squeezes their hands. "I'm also pregnant. From... From that night." He gulps. "I was gonna wait a little, in case... But yeah."

Eddie blinks at his best friend. Tommy's jaw drops. And then his tear ducts decide that, yep, this is their cue, and he's sobbing, full on bawling into his coleslaw. Evan hurries around to his side of the booth and hugs him, kissing the side of his face, murmuring, "It's okay, we're here now, we are all here, it's all good."

"It's not, it's not," Tommy blubbers. "You, you're glowing, you're gonna find a good man who will love being your baby's daddy, and I'm old, and I'm gonna be alone, and no one is gonna even look my way when I'm fat and can't tie my own shoes, and I'd deserve all that-"

"Hey!" Eddie kicks Tommy's ankle lightly. "I'm not a deadbeat dad, ok? I don't know if that kid in you or the one in Buck are mine, but clearly we were, uh, very involved that night and. Yeah. I probably was a contributor to... To this." His face is flushed a fun shade of red and he shakes his head. "Chim and Hen will never let us live this down."

"Chim and Hen? I'm more worried about what Chris is gonna say," Evan says, though his tone is light. He hasn't let go of Tommy, dabbing at his snotty, damp face with napkins. "Alright. We should go somewhere to really talk about this, not out here at a KFC."

Sniffling, Tommy puts the scans back in his folder. "Can we get a bucket to go?"

[starryficsfinishwen]

inspired by this and this

The smell of something fragrant fills your nostrils.

Sautéed onions, scallions...it roused you from your short nap. Fumbling through the comforts of your duvet, you try to find the source of that delicious smell. It makes you imagine your favorite fried noodles, or buttered chicken, or even your katsudon—

But wait: who was cooking in your base?

You hope to God it's not Lucia.

As much as you loved your teammate, you could hopefully give her proper cooking seminars in order to fix her rather...peculiar cooking habits.

Forcing yourself awake, you quickly stumbled through the covers and rushed to the kifchen. Upon rushing out of the room, sudden bright lights nearly blind you— before adjusting to the light, you find the kitchen occupied.

And a certain blonde man with turquoise eyes greets you awake.

“Hello, Commandant,” Chrome's soft voice echoes through the room, “I'm sorry, did I wake you?”

Under the golden light of the kitchen bulbs, Chrome's figure is ethereal in your eyes— his softened features, shoulders relaxed, and his tall figure over the stove. You couldn't help but notice how nice he looks, a white turtleneck and slacks, with a black apron over it. You rub your eyes; Strike Hawk's Team Captain is really standing and cooking in the Gray Raven base.

“...Chrome?”

“Yes, it's me.” He said, placing a cup over the glassware, “are you surprised to see me?”

Curious, you tiptoe over to where he is cooking. On the stove, a recently finished cooked scallion and garnish is on the pan. On his side, six cups are placed on the glassware. You look up to him, wanting for an answer.

“You were talking in your sleep,” He said, reaching over to caress your cheek with his index finger, “I figured I could have cooked it for you, and maybe wake you up after. But since you're already here...”

Oh, you now remember that you invited Chrome over for the night. A blush creeps to your cheeks, flustered to find out about your midnight cravings. “I'm so sorry, I didn't think I'd disturb you with that instead...”

“Don't be, [Y/N],” Chrome speaks of your name in such a differently soft tone that it makes your heart skip a beat, “I want to do this for you.”

He picks up another cup that you didn't notice, pouring it to the cups on the glassware. Not wanting to sit and stare, you decided to look around and see if there was something else you could do.

“It's okay, [Y/N], you can just wait for me in the dining area.”

“I want to be of help at least,” you cough, “after all, it was me who made you do this in the first place.”

So that was how your early morning went: helping around Chrome as he cooks for the both of you. Watching the way he prepares the noodles, helping him chop the needed ingredients, as he towers behind you, skillful hands on yours to guide you, a few quips and teases as you both worked— you never felt so hungry for something that someone made for you, something you've always wanted to feel. And now, the man is setting your food on the kitchen aisle, the both of you not bothering to move to the dining area.

The moment is raw— your bare feet on the kitchen floors in contrast to his own, the kind light shining over Chrome's handsome face as he laughs at your antics, his hands that gently gives you the plate of food. How pretty. How intriguing.

“If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.”

“It's not a dream,” Chrome assures, sliding over the mouthwatering soufflé to you, “this food is for you.”

Scallion oil noodles and soufflé. Seems like you didn't have to watch your mukbang videos at 3 am anymore. You laugh at your situation, to which Chrome looks at you with affection.

“What's so funny?”

“You didn't really have to wake up and cook this for me, y'know.” You smile at him, taking a bite out of your noodles with the chopsticks, “we could have done this in the morning.”

Chrome doesn't say anything. Instead, he reaches out, touching your cheek with his palm. As you lean into his touch with a hum, he could only move a little closer to you. No word could describe the way he looks at you in this ungodly hour— it is nothing but affection, a warm kind of expression that could only make your stomach turn into knots.

“[Y/N], I wish to do this for you whenever you want. You could ask me to make a cake at 3 am, or pick you up some tarts at 11 pm.”

He leans toward you, forehead touching, “Let me do anything you want. This is how I want to show my unwavering loyalty and love to you.”

Ah, it always makes you wonder what you've done to be blessed with such a kind, loving man. Amidst all the dangers and perils that await you, you were thankful to the gods that always listened to you—

You wanted Chrome to unravel the knot inside of you, tugging it away, wrapping yourself in his embrace and hopefully keeping yourself hidden there. Chrome's love blankets you in ungodly hours of the morning, and he is always there to welcome you awake.

And so, you kiss him— tasting the savory taste of the noodles and the sweetest chocolate in his lips, breathing in the air he has, grasping into his clothes and hair and wherever your hands could reach. It's warmer this way, that makes your toes curl, that makes the kiss deeper, evident in the way Chrome's hands were tightly holding your hips.

When he reluctantly pulls away, noses touching and lips refusing to fully pull away, seems like a different hunger begins to gnaw inside of you.

“Mmn, Chrome...”

“...yes, [Y/N]?”

“...stay a little longer?”

His hands on the lower part of your back is his answer.

“...as you wish, [Y/N].”

look I just want a guy who is willing to cook me breakfast and lunch and dinner too so he can be my dessert for all of those times :D

— starry

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Amber freeman adores you! (Part 8)

She knows you love basketball so for a Christmas present she got you an Allen iverson jersey

When you're craving a soda she bought you a coca cola from 7-11

She wanted to make sure your first was special

So she went slow with touching your body and kissing you everywhere

Til you were very comfortable then

You wanted her to sex you rough

She loves to buy you a chicken parmesan sandwich every Saturday night for dinner

Even though it was months late she got you the yeezy foam runners shoes for your birthday

And on temu.com she got you 2 pairs of foam runners shoes as well

She promises to keep you safe while you sleep

You love being the little spoon because

Amber loves being the big spoon

She'll kiss you over a million times everyday

You love when Amber hugs you all day

When you first saw her in may class senior year of highschool she smiled at you. And you smiled at her.

"Here! You can sit next to me. It'll be easier to pass notes hehe". Amber said. She giggled.

You laughed. "Okay! I shall sit next to you!" You said.

In Math class Amber was always looking for a reason to hug you or hold your hand

And you didnt mind at all. She looked so warm and cuddly too

And before highschool graduation Amber finally asked you out.

"(Y/n) I really like you. A lot actually. Will you go on a date with me? Will you be my girlfriend?" Amber asked you.

You smiled so wide. "Yes! Yes to both questions!" You said.

And you and Amber finally kissed!!!

[babygirldabi]

The soft Dabi brainrot I've been swimming in all day

CW: Pregnancy, pregnancy anxiety, mentions of loss of child, let me know if I forgot anything

This is my first post here and I already hate it but I needed to get it off my chest so badly, so here's some fuckshit I guess, enjoy

Boyfriend!Dabi, who thinks he's either going to pass out or have a stroke when you tell him that you're pregnant.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who very briefly, reflexively considers running away before common sense takes hold and reminds him that you are his entire life.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who wraps his arms around you while you panic and waits for you to slow down and stop rambling before asking you if this is what you really want.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who doesn't hesitate when you say yes, and promises to do his very best between sputtering apologies for getting you pregnant in the first place.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who spends more hours than you do poring over pregnancy and parenting books, trying to learn everything at once and giving himself migraines in the process. Sometimes you'll wake up to find him muttering to himself in a corner, his face in a book. One time you thought you caught him taking notes, but the paper was gone by the time you took a second glance.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who finds that he can deny you nothing anymore (not that he really could in the first place, let's be real), which often causes him to be stumbling headlong out of the house at 3 am to find you whatever you're craving at the moment; fried chicken, green olives, a very specific brand and flavor of yogurt, cookies, ice cream. You're normally over the craving and asleep by the time he gets home, but he'll just stick it in the fridge for later.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who finds that he cannot bear to leave you home alone anymore, let alone allow you to leave the house on your own- Not only does he set up cameras around the house so that he can keep an eye on you while he's at work, but insists that if you have to leave the house for any reason, you must be accompanied by a League member (It's usually Toga because she loves you and you love her).

Boyfriend!Dabi, who is determined to do better than his father did and is actively losing sleep over how hard he's going to work to make this child's life different, better, than his own.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who told Shig he couldn't do anymore night missions when Toga told him you couldn't sleep on the nights he wasn't in the house.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who creates a strict schedule for you to follow and makes you go to bed on time so you get a full eight hours. He doesn't care if you whine. That's his kid you're growing, and you both need rest.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who thinks he might actually cry when he gets home from work one day to find you on the couch, crocheting a baby blanket with a pretty skein of yarn, smiling up at him so sweetly.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who spends HOURS researching the best and safest baby products, who creates a fake account in a Mom's Corner chatroom just to get more details on how to actually raise a tiny human successfully.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who blushes and hides his head under the covers when you find the chatroom on his laptop one night before bed, because you are positively howling and he's humiliated.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who is absolutely fucking goddamn terrified of the thought of you giving birth, because what if something goes wrong and he loses you both?

Boyfriend!Dabi, who watches you waddle around the house, one delicate hand on your swollen belly, and feels his heart swell with pride.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who will not let you even walk down the stairs to the first floor by yourself. He insists on backing down one stair at a time in front of you, arms open and ready to catch you if you slip, ignoring your grumbling and whining of Baby, really, 'm fine, because he needs to keep you safe.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who lays awake at night while you sleep curled up against him, one scarred hand to your belly to feel his baby kick, overwhelmed by the emotion he feels with every tiny thump.

Boyfriend!Dabi, who is soon to be Daddy!Dabi, and who loves you both more than you could ever know.

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 5, Part 3

Mercedes practices her words, the household gets some new additions, Cassandra and Rahul get excited about the impending Chopra and the baby shower starts.

Inside, after much insistence by the twins, all the girls in the house practice potty together. Neither twin has reached level 3 yet but they’ve got plenty of time. Outside Rahul begins to plant some aubergine on his crop spots. Luckily weeks of cleaning the chicken coop has left him with lots of fertiliser he can use. All the crops get dusted with super vitality fertiliser today.

Cassandra: What flash cards do you want Mercedes

Mercedes: Nan amils

Cassandra: Animals it is. Okay little lady, what is this one

Mercedes: Bwear

Cassandra: Bear. B B Bear

Mercedes: Not bwear, bear *giggles*

Cassandra: Very good. How about this one

Mercedes: Belly wish

Cassandra: Close. Jellyfish

Mercedes: *quietly* jelly-fish, jelly-fish

Cassandra: What about-

Mercedes: I know! It turtle mama!

Cassandra: Yes it is! Well done

Here we have the newest household additions. Mini goat Turtle and mini sheep Seven. Yes, I let the toddlers name the animals, again (or maybe it was my childish brain, I’ll never tell!)

Inside Savannah and Mercedes take some time to have fun together. They both agree that a new baby is unnecessary since they exist. They’re going to try ignore it and hope it goes away. Mercedes suggested yelling at it but Savannah said that would just get them in trouble with their parents. Mercedes may still try yelling, only time will tell.

Cassandra needs some time outside so practices her guitar while Rahul sets things up for the new household members. Unfortunately something spooks Seven, not too sure if it was the guitar or the flock of chickens. Cassandra stops and takes some time to calm down and comfort Seven, just in case it was her.

Brilliant news! I hadn’t seen Binky or Boo, just a new wild rabbit. I thought, gosh darn it they passed on. I was WRONG! Here is Binky, alive and well in the garden. Also, she’s still apparently a young adult? I don’t know how rabbit aging works. Rahul pets her in delight for me.

Dinner goes much better with both parents. Cassandra has the night off and both girls happily chatter to her and Rahul between mouthfuls. Mercedes eats everything off her plate without tossing it on the floor! Savannah of course would never waste food. While Rahul clears Mercedes even blows Cassandra a kiss.

Before bed both twins get bubble baths. It’s the baby shower tomorrow so there won’t be any time in the morning.

Savannah: Watch out mama. I make wave go high

Cassandra: Very high indeed. How high can we get those arms

Savannah: All way up mama

Mercedes: Papa, you like bubbles

Rahul: I do like bubbles

Mercedes: You want share

Rahul: No thank you little ladybug

Mercedes: To late *splashes*

Rahul: Oh no, you’re much too fast for me

Mercedes: *giggles*

Savannah: Mama, can I has help with potty, I not want to be yuck

Cassandra: Of course you can. Oh, that was a kick

Savannah: I didn’t

Cassandra: I know honeybee. I mean the baby kicked me

Savannah: How

Cassandra: From the inside

Savannah doesn't understand but really doesn't care enough about the baby to ask any more questions. Potty time is successful and no messes are made.

Cassandra is exhausted after working on growing a human all day so Rahul tells her to head to bed and he can put the girls to sleep. Mercedes, book loving toddler that she is, requests a story. Savannah however is happy enough to be tucked in without a story.

In the middle of the night Rahul wakes up and wonders where Cassandra is. After checking the bathroom he goes and finds her in the hall from the kitchen.

Rahul: Everything okay my darling

Cassandra: I was hungry and craving some fruit

Rahul: Shall we go back to bed

Cassandra: Actually big guy, I was worried. We didn’t have a lot of time together yesterday with me working with the girls. Maybe…

Rahul: What is it

Cassandra: It probably sounds stupid but I was wondering if we could read to the baby. I want it to know your voice

Rahul: That’s not stupid, I’d love to

2am, Cassandra and Rahul are awake and taking some time to be together.

Rahul: Is the book meant to look upside down

Cassandra: Luna said some books are like this

Rahul: Perhaps it’s a way to fight against pregnancy brain

Cassandra: Hey, I don’t have pregnancy brain

Rahul: Well I do

Cassandra: For someone who dislikes comedy, you do make me smile

Rahul: You make me smile my darling. Now what happens after the pink dinosaur

Mr Cluckton: *crows* Hear ye, hear ye. A new dawn is upon us

Mrs Feathers: *clucks* It does keep happening

Mr Cluckton: *clucks* My keen guard chicken senses tell me the watcher has rearranged the yard. Be vigilant everyone!

Cassandra is too hungry to wait for breakfast so she has some leftovers while Rahul cooks some eggs for him and the twins

Rahul: What are you doing

Cassandra: Washing up

Rahul: You should leave that for me

Cassandra: You’re busy to, and we need to be ready for the baby shower

Rahul: You can barely access the sink over the bump

Cassandra: It does feel like I’m much bigger than when I had the twins. Maybe it’s a second pregnancy thing. I wish I could do my yoga, my back is so stiff

Rahul: I can help with that

Cassandra: But big guy, the eggs-

Rahul: Will be fine, now turn around. How’s that

Cassandra: A bit lower, yeah that’s perfect

Rahul: How is our baby doing this morning

Cassandra: Pretty active, do you want to say hi

Rahul: Of course I do. Hi little one, it’s papa here, I love you so much already

Rahul: And don’t you worry about your big sisters, we’ll keep you happy

Cassandra: I hope so

Rahul rests his cheek on Cassandra’s belly, feeling the baby kicks against his face.

Rahul: Forget athlete, I think this one might have inherited your sense of rhythm

Cassandra heads off to shower and Rahul returns to the eggs, which did indeed survive being ignored, the pros of sim cooking.

Cassandra collects the days eggs and is cleaning the coop when Seven bounces over to see what is happening. After she feeds the chickens Cassandra cleans up Seven.

Cassandra: We’re having visitors today, must look our best huh

Seven: *bleats* Clean is good

Cassandra: Have you seen Turtle? Turtle! Where are you? We need to clean you to

While Cassandra waits for turtle to appear she treats Seven to some milk. We have plenty of prairie grass but Cassandra wants to bond. She then shears off some wool to keep Seven looking sleek.

Cassandra: There you are Turtle. We really must adjust the gate locks, can’t have you wandering off. Who knows if foxes would try to get you

Cassandra cleans Turtle up and milks her to get rid of the pressure

Cassandra: I bet that feels better huh? I always feel better after pumping

Baby shower time and the weather is perfect! Unfortunately I added some gates to change where the chickens could get to and there seems to be a problem with sim visitors entering the property.

Savannah: Welcome all to our home

Mercedes: We glad you here to cel- sally

Savannah: Celebrate!

Mercedes: Even Milton *giggles*

Milton is not amused by this joke.

Mercedes: Uncle! Uncle! Play!

Alexander: Okay but go easy on me Mercedes

Devin: She’s running riot over you

Alexander: She’s just an enthusiastic play wrestler

Milton: Savannah, let me in

Savannah: What the password

Milton: Huh

Savannah: Not it

Milton: Look, the dog got let in

Savannah: Dog knew password

Milton: Dogs can’t speak

Savannah: Not it

Milton: *sighs in frustration*

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[onlyjaeyun]

Take all the time you need to upload, it just gives us more time to send in our headcannons about all the characters before it's over. And allow me to continue:

Hee and Hoon are both https://img.ifunny.co/images/5259ea5a4ece3f954aeaf6f0f31c168acf2c44d38e916371dff27351331872de_1.jpg this specific image with their girls.

I feel like they would help Jungwon move to where they are, Sunoo and Niki would follow him, and they would just all become one big group, since y/n's friend group would be there too, and it's like 20 people.

Hoon would be way more excited than Ning when she tells him she's pregnant, I feel like Hoon would scream so loud they can hear him four houses down and the neighbors are just like bro did someone just get murdered, but no it's Hoon screaming for joy since he's like the loml is giving me another loml. He then calls the baby Hoon jr until they find out the gender.

Hee would probably go into actual shock when y/n tells him she's pregnant, like bro thinks he's dreaming, thinks this is a prank, is waiting to either wake up or hear I'm kidding. He then cries when he realizes it's not a dream and it's real, and he's just like the girl of my dreams is giving me a child. He then and there decides that they will never do anything their parents did in front of their own kids.

Hoon is the devoted one during the pregnancy, Ning wants fried chicken at 3 am, he's asking how many pieces and what flavor, already slipping his shoes on and grabbing the keys. Hoon is the one causing Ning stress since he's trying so hard to make sure she's not stressing herself, and she's just like calm your ass down I'm only two months along we don't need a nursery yet.

Hee however would definitely be the type to get the cravings with y/n, like it's 2 am and he's just like 'pickles?' and she's just like 'yes'. Hee puts the nursery together like 3 months before the due date, since he wants y/n to have the least stressful pregnancy ever and will do everything and anything for her.

Hoon and Hee would both document every single stage of the pregnancy. They both keep ultrasound photos in their phone case and just want someone to ask about it, but be warned if you do, be prepared to do nothing for the next hour, since they won't shut up. They definitely trade ultrasound photos too, so they have a photo of their niece/nephew to be with them at all times as well.

Hoon is the type to just holding Ning's stomach as she sleeps, something about the moment is just so sweet and gentle. When the baby starts kicking, only then would he feel the need to constantly be holding her stomach, just fascinated by the small life growing in there.

Hee however would just constantly be wanting to hold y/n, like she's gonna have to pry his hands off her to go to the bathroom since he doesn't want them to be apart. And when the baby starts kicking, he's gonna be the type to start talking to her stomach, all 'sweetie I know you are excited but you're hurting your mommy, she just wants to sleep, let's calm down'.

When it's gender reveal time, Jake and Jay decide to let the dad's to be rest and take it on themselves, mostly Jake, he just volunteered Jay, and Jay at that point just couldn't say no. Jake would definitely do something like those wrestling baby gender reveals, would try to talk Jay into doing it with him, but in the end Jay says no, as does Sunoo and Jungwon, so Niki ends up being the only one to do it with him, but only under the condition that he gets to be the baby that wins. I also feel like somehow he would mess up one of their gender reveals and reveal the wrong gender and just be like 'ah fuck I'm so sorry, it's not a girl, it's not a girl, it's a boy' and after that everyone is just like so confused, like is it really, and y/n's friends are just like 'maybe trusting Jake for the gender reveal was a bad idea'.

Hee and Hoon take one of those parenting classes together so they can better prepare for their babies, but the whole class thinks they are a couple since bromance vibes are too strong, and they constantly gonna be like 'oh you know I love MY WIFE', and "MY WIFE is carrying our daughter/son'. They also make all the other boys take it as well, saying if they don't, then they aren't allowed to hold their children since they want to make sure they can trust them, and the other 5 guys would have taken it for them anyways. Niki and Jake definitely accidentally drop their fake baby on it's head at least once though, causing both Hee and Hoon to seriously question their friendships.

Hee and Hoon would go shopping together for baby clothing and everything for their children, which turns into Hee talking Hoon out of buying the designer baby clothing since babies grow so fast they might only get one or two wears out of it. They would both also get those outfits that have matching parent outfits, so they can surprise y/n and Ning with them, and have little matching family outfits.

I also see Jake meeting someone and introducing her to everyone and referring to Hee and Hoon as his dads, causing her to immediately be confused, and Jay would probably smack Jake upside the head, and his girl is just so confused, but kinda here for the vibes.

nonie the way your brain works is phenomenal bc ive read this three times since you've sent it and every time i GIGGLED and just went full on delusional 😭😭😭 i lohe your depiction of them and every little detail pls just take over the bonus chaps for me bc my brain could never im deadass serious 🫣 and the last part was kinda my favorite bc omg poison!jake and his gf i'm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

on another not: thank you so much for sending me these my love. i really hope you know how much they mean to me like to know you guys are indulging in this universe just as much as i do is orobably a writer's biggest dream. sending you the fattest kiss and hope you've had/have the best day 🥺🩷

[roseyjean]

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? about average, I suppose

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? my mom

03: Do you regret anything? that I’ve burned a lot of bridges with my family because of my issues

04: Are you insecure? definitely

05: What is your relationship status? single (dating multiple fictional people in my head tho)

06: How do you want to die? painlessly, quickly if possible. Maybe in my sleep. No regrets, tho/

07: What did you last eat? chobani Greek yogurt with baking chocolate chips and homemade caramel mixed in. It was dessert.

08: Played any sports? no. Unless soccer with my mini aussie Shepard counts

09: Do you bite your nails? a lot. I wear nail polish to help stop. I tend to bite the tough-ish skin at the edges of my fingers instead

10: When was your last physical fight? umm idk I haven’t ever gotten into an actual fight. Just play fights

11: Do you like someone? fictional. But yes

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? no, but I once pulled an all-nighter when I was twelve bc I was up watching YouTube. Just watched YouTube. Nothing productive was done. I felt like shit

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? fictional. And myself

14: Do you miss someone? yeah. My bff- I can’t talk to him as much rn

15: Have any pets? yup. Four cats, three dogs, a bunch of chickens, and three cows

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? relaxed. A smidge sleepy

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? I’ve never made out, period

18: Are you scared of spiders? only big ones

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? If I could keep my memories, yeah

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? in my head

21: What are your plans for this weekend? uhhh maybe go to a cat cafe idk

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? adopt kids probably. Idk how many

23: Do you have piercings? How many? two. Standard lobe ones

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? english, probably. I’m homeschooled

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? yeah. The people I had as friends when I was 8-10. I have a couple added on discord, but we haven’t talked in forever.

26: What are you craving right now? chocolate and cuddles

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? don’t think so

28: Have you ever been cheated on? I’ve only ever dated online. And uhh my first boyfriend supposedly did. We were both like nine lol

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? uhhhh I’m not sure

30: What’s irritating you right now? the stupid Venus razor ad playing on my radio

31: Does somebody love you? I sure hope so

32: What is your favourite color? purple. Deep, galaxy purple

33: Do you have trust issues? yeah. Not extreme, but yeah

34: Who/what was your last dream about? ummmmmm…. I don’t remember

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? my mom, I think. I got yelled at

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? i don’t think ao

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? forget.

38: Is this year the best year of your life? nah

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? according to my family, I kissed a cousin when I was like three. I don’t count that as my first kiss, tho

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? I live in the country, but god no

51: Favourite food? pizza or spaghetti

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? yeah

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? got off tumblr 💀

54: Is cheating ever okay? no.

55: Are you mean? I don’t try to be but I think I’m pretty blunt. No filter.

56: How many people have you fist fought? nobody lol

57: Do you believe in true love? yessss im a hopeless romantic

58: Favourite weather? rain. When it patters against the windows, or a light drizzle to play in.

59: Do you like the snow? yeah. Doesn’t snow much where I live, tho

60: Do you wanna get married? yup

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I ain’t been called that in my life unless c.ai counts but yeah love, baby, sweetheart, doll- I like pet names

62: What makes you happy? mm- animals, watching anime or smth, hanging out with those I love, listening to music, playing video games, eating yummy food, sleeping

63: Would you change your name? yes

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? Uhh yeah bc he’s fictional

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? die. Reload. Die. Break. Repeat.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? Yup, my only bff

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? my dad

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? my mom, probably

69: Do you believe in soulmates? no doubt about it. Yes. It might take a bit to find them, but I think they exist.

70: Is there anyone you would die for? mm.. my cat and my best friend

@starzfallen

do it, bff

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[40sandfabulousaf]

大家好! In order to recover more quickly from a bad bout of the flu, I treated myself to a highly nutritious (also very yummy) meal last weekend. I first ate tomato scrambled eggs during a trip to Guang Zhou years ago and never forgot how delicious it was; as Chinese expats flock to my country, this dish can now be found anytime I crave it. I ordered it, and big prawn wat dan hor fun (flat and broad rice noodles in silky egg gravy). Eggs were the answer to every ailment when our country was poor decades ago and I still rely on them for extra nourishment.

More noodles were on the cards when I took Pa out for lunch the next day. He ordered yow gai meen (soya sauce chicken dry noodles); I chose shrimp wonton tong meen (soup noodles) and har gow (prawn dumplings). The noodles were so perfectly QQ here that they won Pa's and my hearts; at once springy and satiny smooth for both dry and soup versions, they were totally slurp-worthy to the point where I could easily eat double what I was served. Also, I visited a stall that specialises in salt-baked chicken and paired it with mee pok (flat egg noodles) soup. The tender and juicy meat didn't need much chewing; it was so good!

The fragrance of prawn noodle soup lured me away from the fishball noodle stall. Sweet fresh prawns, crunchy beansprouts, QQ mee pok (yes there're other noodles but mee pok is by far my favourite) and a full-bodied broth are hard to beat. I also enjoyed mee siam, a savoury and tangy vermicelli breakfast dish with egg, tau pok (bean puff) and fish cake. Besides mee siam, the stall I visited sells lontong: rice cakes topped with vegetables, egg and fish cakes, doused in fragrant curry gravy and drizzled with sambal. I tried it for breakfast the next day and it was both rich and flavourful.

This week has been a noodle-heavy one and I couldn't be happier! At the same time, those of us who enjoy peace, nutritious meals and good sleep are incredibly blessed. Those ravaged by war, with electricity, water and food cut off, are denied those basic human rights that we take for granted. As I tuck into silken strands as well as delightful broths and gravies, people who're suffering immensely are on my mind. All I can do is pray that compassion and rationality will eventually prevail, and soon!

During times of peace, everyone enjoyed higher standards of living. Food, water, electricity and shelter were plentiful and costs were low. Now, it feels like we're back in the 1980s as far as real incomes are concerned; travel is a luxury that we'll be doing less of, or perhaps we won't travel as far. Also, why pay premium to visit countries that may be unfriendly to us? 下次见!

[surveysand]

twenty-seven.

What was last film/TV show you watched, that starred an attractive actor? i don't remember. i only watch documentaries or reality tv, really.

When was the last time you had a bowl of soup? What flavour? a few weeks ago. chicken and dumpling.

Do you have any tinned foods in your cupboard at the moment? yes, several things.

Have you ever worked with someone named Julie? What was she like? no.

What foods have you been craving lately, if any? brownies. i actually just made some and am eating one now.

What was the last savoury snack you ate? i don't remember.

What was the last sweet snack you ate? the brownie i'm currently eating.

What was the last food item that you tried for the first time? i don't remember.

^ How was it? again, don't remember.

Does anyone in your family have green eyes? no.

Have you ever known anyone named Phyllis? What was she like? no.

What was the name of your first ever pet? sunshine.

Where was the last place you went out for lunch? What did you order? i can't remember.

Where was the last place you went for an evening meal? What did you order? applebee's. i forget what it exactly it was, but it was lime chicken and i ordered fries instead of the rice. i also had pretzels and beer cheese an an appetizer.

Have you Googled anything today? What? no-butter brownie recipe.

What do you like to eat for breakfast these days? bagels and breakfast sandwiches.

Is anyone in your family a nurse? no.

Do you like to wear lipstick? What colours do you think suit you best? i don't wear it a lot, but i like mauve-like shades.

Who was the last person to recommend a book to you? i don't remember the last time i got a book recommendation.

What colour is your shirt? black.

Name something you own that is green. my airpods case.

Do you know anyone named Sally? What about Sidney? no to both.

Have you ever heard anyone talk in their sleep? yes, my partner has. my brother does it all the time, too.

^ If so, do you remember what they said? i don't remember anything specific, just know that they do/have done it.

Who was the last person to tease or joke around with you, in a friendly way? my partner.

What was the last beverage you drank from a mug? i haven't drank from a mug in forever. i pretty much always drink water from my water bottle.

Are there any framed photos in your living room? no.

Is there a jar of peanut butter in your house? yes.

Are there any foods that you loved as a child, but wouldn’t eat now? cottage cheese. i have no idea how i used to eat it.

Give me a fruit or vegetable that starts with the same letter as your name. apricot.

Look around the room - can you see any objects that are orange? a medicine bottle.

What brand is your facial moisturiser? i don't use one.

What brand was the last lipstick you wore? huda beauty.

Does anyone you know own a tabby cat? How about a cocker spaniel? no to both.

What was the last book you read for the first time? a little life by hanya yanagihara.

^ What did you think of it? i haven't finished it yet.

When was the last time you ate cheesecake? months ago.

Do you have blinds or curtains in your bedroom? What colour are they? yes, gray.

What was the last beverage you tried for the first time? a high noon.

^ How was it? it was pretty good.

Who was the last person that said you were beautiful? my partner.

To you, what makes a person beautiful? the way they treat the world and those around them.

[neoculturetravesty]

Rough but soft

Image taken from here.

Pairing: Johnny x Reader Genre: smut, pwp, romance, angst Warnings: 18+, soft dom Johnny, oral (female receiving), protected sex, rough sex, fingering, anus rubbing (female receiving), mild choking, hickeys, lots and lots of angst. Reader wants Johnny to have at her but she also wants so much more. Readers comes with lots of self-doubt, baggage and insecurities. Word Count: 8.2k+ words of straight up filth and angst aka my fav combo

Summary: You’re so tired of trying to find a man who would understand the deep complexities of what you need, sleeping with him, being utterly unsatisfied and then spending the next few weeks avoiding him because you were too ashamed. You were tired of baring your soul, your body, the inner workings of your mind to yet another man who couldn’t satisfy you. So when you meet Johnny Suh, you know right away that he would be the man that makes all your wet dreams come true. But you shouldn’t want him. He’s an idol, and you work for him. You have no right to want him, to lust after him... and you definitely have no right to catch feelings for him.

A/N: This one is for all my Johnny stans! I didn’t plan for this one-shot to get so long but ugh, once I started writing, all my demons were unleashed. Hope you like it! 

You could’ve sworn your apartment was the hottest it had ever been. You didn’t remember messing with the thermostat or closing any windows. You weren’t exactly dressed warmly, either. You were just in your underwear with a pretty spaghetti sleeved top on. Perhaps the heat had more to do with the fact that you were sat on the lap of a man you really liked or the fact that the two of you had been furiously making out for the past ten minutes. 

Johnny’s hands were all over you. They were in your hair, pulling you towards him, angling your head every which way to get more purchase with his tongue. Then his hands were on the small of your back pushing up into your top to feel your bare skin. And when his hands had enough of the skin there, they were up and down the curve of your legs that were curled up into him as you sat side saddle. While your pants laid discarded on the floor, his clothes were still fully on but you supposed there was some use for that by how strongly you were clutching onto the lapel of his jacket. 

Your brain was so fuzzy with the scent of him that you couldn’t even remember what had brought this on. The last thing you remembered was Johnny showing up at your door unannounced, a couple of bottles of soju in hand. Your past few meets had been similarly unplanned, so for convenience’s sake and definitely not anything else, you just went ahead and gave him the code of your apartment. Yes, it was way too early on in the relationship--if you could even call it that, whatever the two of you were doing. You could sense that he was taken aback by it. Whether he was moved by it, or whether to be polite, he had pulled you into him and kissed you.

Now the soju laid abandoned on the table as you drank one another in. He kissed you deeply now, as you sat on him on the couch, like he had been thirsty for days and your tongue quenched him. He was taking the lead in this unrestrained makeout session. But you knew that. He knew that. It’s what you had wanted. It’s what you had asked of him.

You were really putting yourself out there, sharing your deepest secrets and unholy desires with a man you weren’t supposed to be with. But the moment you had met Johnny, you could tell that he felt your energy and you certainly felt his. You knew right away what the both of you had wanted from one another, even if you didn’t say it. You knew it in the way he would entrap you with his gaze when you talked to him. You knew it in the way his arm would pull you in when someone passed by you. You knew it in the way he would let his touch linger any time his hands accidentally brushed against you. It had taken a few dates for you to get to this point, but now this… this was the point of no return. You had to be brave and finally get what you had always craved; or chicken out and go back to being unsatisfied as ever from yet another relationship.

Other men did not give you what you wanted, what you truly wanted; which was to feel a controlled loss of control, not just of the body but also of the mind. You wanted someone who could, quite crassly, hold you down and have at you, but also whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he did so. You wanted a cerebral connection of the souls and you wanted an animalistic gratification of the bodies at the same time. You wanted to have your cake and eat it too. You were so tired of the cycle--of trying to find a man you thought would understand the deep complexities of what you needed, sleeping with him, being utterly unsatisfied and then spending the next few weeks avoiding him because you were too ashamed. You were tired of baring your soul, your body, the inner workings of your mind to yet another man who couldn’t satisfy you. 

When you first met Johnny, you knew right away that this man had what it takes to make all your wet dreams come true. Like his presence validated all that you felt without having to use the words. You felt it in your gut, even when you hadn’t been with him. Your gut could very well have been wrong, because God knows you’ve been wrong so many times before. But your feeling was strong this time... and you just had to find out. So you had approached him.

You knew you were being reckless by being with Johnny in this way. He was, obviously, a famous person, but also--you worked for him. You were a young professional who had finally landed a job in a big company. If someone were to find out, that would mean the end of your career. Johnny could possibly get away with an apology letter that his team would help him curate. But you would be done for. You knew it was risky the first time you slept with him. You knew it the second time. But now as you met for the third time, hungrily kissing one another, you knew things were different. Because, finally, the two of you had been honest about how you wanted one another.

Over the past couple of weeks, you had finally started to communicate in words what the two of you had already felt in one another’s energy. He admitted that he craved you in a much coarser way than he had let on the first couple of times. And you had told him about all your indecent fantasies and how wilfully you wanted to be used, to be claimed, to be made to feel something. 

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Johnny had chuckled back then and you supposed he was right. That’s how people saw you. The quiet one, the determined one, the one that gets her work done on time, the one that never breaks the rules. Onlooking men thought you were some sort of a righteous Virgin Mary because of the innocence on your face. Part of you wondered if being with Johnny was a rebellion against all those men who had ever put you on that unwarranted pedestal. But you also knew that it wasn’t. Because you didn’t just want a body to unleash your lecherous demons on. You wanted it with him, with Johnny, with the man who was slowly lighting your fire, no matter how much you told yourself that it was a bad idea.

That man in question was now softly panting in your face, because his lips had finally unlatched themselves from yours for the first time in 10 minutes. He smiles at you and then buries himself in the junction between your shoulder and neck, kissing and sucking and talking.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I couldn’t get any work done because I kept thinking about you.” He says into your neck, sucking down on the skin and you knew he was marking you because it makes you moan out. There is a smile on his face as he pulls back to look at you. He takes your hand in his and leads it to the inside of his thigh, making you feel his hardness through the rough fabric of his pants.

“You feel that? I’ve been like this all day thinking about you.” he says while you look at him with your lips parted. He kisses you again, making you lean back, feeling his heat build under you. 

“I want you to feel the same. I want to make you feel exactly what you do to me.” He says and now his warm hand is slipping into the front of your underwear and you feel the quickening of your heartbeat. You begin softly moaning before he’s even done anything, simply from the anticipation. But then his fingers are flush against your warmth, rubbing up and down, no purpose yet, just feeling.

He’s close to you, too close, you can feel the heat coming off his face on your own skin, you can feel his breath fanning against you. His lips are close enough that they brush against yours as he coos at you “My pretty girl is so wet for me.” The heel of his palm is steady on your clit, pressing down but not giving you as much friction as you need, while his fingers move over and between your folds, feeling your warmth, your wetness, spreading it around as if to see how slick he can make it. His lips have found their way to the base of your throat now and he’s kissing, he’s nipping and he’s sucking and fuck your life because it is turning you on so much you feel like you would spontaneously combust. You’re melting against him at the same time you’re tensing and Johnny can feel your want grow on his fingers. He pulls back to see his work on your skin.

“Mmm, are you going to spend the next week hiding this away, baby?” He asks while his palm keeps cupping your sex, fingers feeling you up, overheating your flesh. It’s rude, the way his hand is down your underwear, the way he is marking you, the way he is talking to you. But your skin is on fire and you’re putty in his arms and fuck, you wouldn’t mind if he were ruder.

“Let me mark you where it would be easier to hide.” He says sweetly and suddenly, his hand that was cradling the small of your back is at the delicate strap of your top and his fingers are looping at your neckline, gently pulling down till he’s made your breast bare and he’s bowing into it, sucking on the first spot of skin his lips could find. Your own lips part and your fingers find his hair as he makes quick work of you, pulling away with a wet, vulgar sound, smiling down at the growing redness on your smooth skin. He blows on it, making you shiver.

“There. Fuck, baby, you look so pretty wearing my marks.” he sighs and then fixes your top over your shoulder so you’re covered again, and somehow, that chivalrous act makes you more bashful than being exposed did. His lips are back on yours and his arm is behind your neck, supporting you. His fingers in your underwear are becoming bolder, circling your needy hole, loving how the more he rubs it, the more you leak out your need onto him. He enjoys having that control over you for a moment, breaking the kiss just so he can watch the contorts of your face as he continues his slow torture. But seeing you like this stirs something more feral in him and suddenly his hand goes lower and starts to rub you where it feels forbidden. You freeze. 

For a moment, your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes shoot open. Fuck, you can’t think. This man has actually put you on your wit’s end. He’s rubbing you there like he knew how you’d react and he just wanted to have this power over you. A display of his claim over your body. You suddenly feel impossibly shy, though the emotion is too mild to truly describe the storm that’s building in you. Your mind is racing, wondering fuck, fuck fuck, do you want this? Do you really want this? Was this something you had talked about with him? Fuck, you can’t remember. But if you’re not sure, why the fuck is it making you so fucking wet?

His lips pressing into your forehead bring you out of your commotion. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.” he says gently, like he read your mind and Jesus Christ, you almost come from the striking contrast between his soft words, his nurturing kiss and the absolutely filthy action of his fingers on your pucker, rubbing not to pleasure but to feel, to claim, almost as if to say ‘Look, I can touch you here.’

“Johnny, please, do something.” you plead at him because frankly, you’ve had enough. Now you just want him to rip away at your remaining clothes and have at it, to have you, to fuck you like he was too polite to do the first couple of times.

But one thing you’ve learnt in the time you’ve been working together (and also the time you’ve spent under him between the sheets) is that Johnny is a patient man. He’s smiling when he looks at you and his voice is so caring in contrast to his presence when he says “Does my baby want more?”

“Yes, please, Johnny, please.” you’re pulling onto his jacket because your hands can’t find purchase anywhere else and you’re whining because you’re needy and the anticipation has been building up for a couple of weeks and you’ve had enough. You want him and you want him now.

Thankfully, he doesn’t tease you any longer because he withdraws his hand from your underwear, hooks his arm under your knees whilst the other cradles your shoulders and he’s lifting you off bridal style and making his way to your room. It blows your mind how Johnny can be filthy and romantic at the same time. He sets you down politely and you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him as he takes off his jacket. You’d be lying if you said that Johnny simply taking his jacket off wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever seen. You had yourself a fine man in front of you and he had made it tonight’s mission to please you. Your eyes were hooded as you looked at him lustfully. He notices and sinks to his knees, pulling your legs till you were on the edge of the bed.

“My girl’s been waiting for this, hasn’t she?” he says and peppers kisses on the inside of your thigh before he loops his fingers around the band of your underwear and slowly slides it down your legs. He looks at you lying bare for him, basically nude and he inhales. “What a pretty sight.” he mutters and then his lips finally go straight for your clit, his tongue rolling over it and over it, his hands holding your legs apart and you let out a deep exhale because yes, yes, yes, this is what you wanted. He’s wasted no time because you told him you needed more and he was all too happy to oblige. So you lay back into the sheets, taking deep breaths, being fascinated by the rise and fall of your own chest. Johnny had learnt early on that you were the quiet type in bed, but tonight, he was determined to make you moan more than you had before. 

You let your head fall back and your eyes close as you feel his warm tongue roll generously over your nub, his mouth servicing you till your hips are grinding against him. The need builds and now you want an erotic visual to help you along so you lift up and tug on his shirt and he understands because he straightens up and pulls it off of him. You see the beautiful caramel planes of his toned chest; your mouth waters. He’s hovering over you now, kissing you with lips that are still covered in your scent till you’re crawling back into the bed. He adjusts your head onto the pillows, making sure you’re comfortable which tells you that he’s not nearly done. 

He puts another pillow under your hips and settles between your legs once more. He holds your gaze as he lowers himself and slowly spits down onto your clit. He looks at you, as if challenging you to stop him and uses the pad of his thumb to rub the slobber around. The sight is as vulgar as it is titillating and suddenly you find yourself thanking the heavens above that you found Johnny Suh. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asks with a voice like honey and you look down at him.

“Yes. More, Johnny, please, I want more.” you tell him because fuck, you need it bad, and he nods. He brings his hand to your opening then and gently rubs till he is covered in your slick, then carefully eases his middle finger into you. You’re impossibly wet and he likes it. He wants you to be this turned on. 

He starts to move his finger, slowly fucking you with it then brings his mouth hot on your clit, licking deep, luxuriously strokes onto it. “Is this better, baby?” he asks but you reply with a pent out moan, your hands instinctively going to clutch your breasts, squeezing them through your top that isn’t doing a very good job at covering you. 

Johnny watches and he is pleased with himself. Pleased that he is making you this way, that you’re getting what you want from him. You both shared in your greed of a very similar sexual palette. Lately, you had been open to him about it and Johnny was so grateful to have met you. It turned him on to be with a woman who was so in tune with her needs. It turned him on more to know that he was the one fulfilling them. 

“More, Johnny, please… faster…” you guide him and he hurries to add another finger inside you and suddenly you’re smiling wide because it feels so fucking good. Your hands go to his hair, tugging on it, pressing his head into you even more and you’re grinding up into his face like a harlot, because frankly speaking, you don’t remember being this fucking horny in a good while. You can’t bring yourself to be self-conscious in this moment because it feels so good, so decadent, so freeing, and you can’t tell if you’re being louder than usual.

Johnny can. Because he’s not stopping and now he’s moaning into your slick warmth and his entire mouth is sweet with your taste and he knows you’re close so he only lifts up briefly to say “Come for me, baby.” and you’re pulling his hair, biting your lip, digging one heel so far into the mattress your leg is numb and you’re coming apart on his fingers. Johnny doesn’t stop through it, prolonging your orgasm while your entire body tenses, then comes to life before you let out a deep, happy exhale and Johnny finally lets go, rubbing the insides of your thighs to calm you. 

You grin at him and sit up to kiss him, your fingers splayed behind his neck, kissing him in gratitude for making you feel good, tasting your nectar on his lips, then rubbing your palms on his firm chest. You look down towards what could only be his growing need and your fingers fumble to undo his fly. You begin to get on your hands and knees but he stops you.

“Johnny, let me--” you begin wanting to reciprocate the favor, looking up at him but his expression makes your voice get caught in your throat. His eyes are hooded, dark, lustful.

“No. I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you, right here in your pussy.” he said shortly, and you think you might die. How could those curt, pornographic words turn you on so much? It’s not like you hadn’t heard them before from several other men. Perhaps it was the fact that this particular man had only ever spoken to you with polite respect before. To hear such filthy words from his handsome mouth was an experience you were never going to forget. You wanted him with all the heat that was building up between your legs. But, also... there was something else that you wouldn’t allow yourself to think. That you wanted him because perhaps, you were falling for him, no matter how much you tried to stop yourself.

Johnny reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He finds a condom and holds the foil between his teeth while he gets off the bed to rid himself of his pants. Suddenly, and without any sort of a warning, your heart begins to sink. 

You don’t know what it is, but while you sit there watching Johnny strip himself, you feel something deep in the pit of your stomach. You don’t recognize this emotion… this sinking feeling. Is it despair? It can’t be, but it comes close. Is it fright? No, that definitely wasn’t it. You try to think back to all the times you’ve had this feeling in your belly and finally, you identify it. This feeling felt a lot like heartbreak.

You couldn’t understand what was going on inside your head. It was as if behind your crazed sexual want for Johnny in your conscious, your subconscious was fighting you with another, more pressing craving. Like watching him pull out that condom had confirmed some sort of a fear, but you simply couldn’t put your finger on which one it was.

You’re confused. All this man did was extract a condom from his wallet. Why did that break your heart? Shouldn’t you be happy that for once in your sexual escapades, a man had been the one to be prepared? Shouldn’t you be relieved that the man you were sleeping with was putting your safety first? Then what was this strange feeling in the pit of your stomach? You’re still pondering it over whilst Johnny rolls the culpable rubber onto himself and makes his way to you. And when his lips are on yours again, you finally work it out. Your traitor mind had had a thought that broke through the giddiness of your happy orgasm and put a stinging doubt in your heart: ‘He brought a condom because he only came here for sex.’ 

Johnny notices a change in your demeanor by the way your kiss is less present. He pulls back and strokes the top of your head. “Are you sure you still want it that way, baby? We can go easy if you’ve changed your mind.” He kisses you again as if to tell you that he means it.

“I don’t want you to go easy. I want you to show me how far you can take it.” you say resoundingly. You’re not sure why you’ve said this despite the tempest in your mind. Maybe your fucking libido is betraying you again. 

He looks at you for a moment as if trying to read your face, then kisses your lips once more. “Okay, baby. But remember, you can tell me to stop any time, okay?” he assures you and you’re reminded that he really has the patience of a saint. Because his cock is thick and angry with want yet he’s still taking the time to communicate the logistics of what you’re about to do. 

“I will.” you nod. “Johnny, please… just… just fuck me, please.” You beg because you’ve decided… this is what you want. You want it this way at least once, because you won’t be able to stand not knowing. If your heart breaks at the end of this, so be it. You were used to it. And if this would be the last you would see of Johnny, you wanted to make it count.

He doesn’t need telling twice because now that you’re begging, his mind is clouded with the need to own you. So he pushes your legs back into your chest, laying you bare and open for him. You feel vulnerable in this position, too vulnerable, especially with what your mind is doing to you. Usually, it would take you some time to build up to this stance but he wants to start here, where he’s in control and that’s the shit you signed up for. Your breath is quickening in your chest from nervous anticipation and you cry out when Johnny makes his first, unforgiving stroke straight into your core. 

Your eyes close and you’re not sure if you moaned out from pain, pleasure, frustration, emotion, or everything rolled into one. Johnny stills, bracing himself on the backs of your thighs. His own eyes are closed as well and you’re both getting used to the sensation, the fullness, the tightness. He exhales, and brings his lips to your forehead and then to your lips and then he stays there.

His left hand keeps holding onto your leg but his right hand creeps up your body till it softly closes around your throat. You feel the effect of this simple action in your core and in the way it squeezes around him, making him hiss.

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay baby?” he says to prepare you and you nod and suddenly he’s slamming into you and it’s pulled such an infernal keen out of you that you’re sure this is it. This is what you’ve always wanted, this is the feeling you’ve been chasing all your life. Your head had rolled to its side, your cheek pressing into the pillow to absorb the intensity you feel while Johnny is hovering over you, hand braced around your neck, pumping into you right from the start.

Your body is jolting up in time with his thrusts, your breasts lewdly moving under your top. Johnny is looking down at you in wonder, timing his movements to his grunts and watching your face through all the emotions. It’s too much too soon and your hands are flying meaninglessly to grip at something, something that would anchor you because fuck, Johnny has set a pace that you can’t possibly match right from the start. You try to grip at the sheets, or the pillow under your hips but you finally settle on Johnny’s arms. You’re pulling at him as if you want this to end, as if you’re telling him to stop but you don’t want him to stop. You never want him to stop.

“Is this what you wanted, babygirl? Is this how you wanted to be fucked?” Johnny asks as he keeps slamming into you. Why the fuck did it hurt so good? You usually liked there to be a build up, to have it start low and slow and build to it’s crescendo. So how come you were allowing this man to use your body like this and how come you never wanted this moment to end?

“Yes, yes, yes, Johnny, please… don’t stop, don’t stop…” the sound of your own voice shocks you, almost like you’re having an out of body experience and you’re actually dismayed by how manic you sound. Your voice is thick with lust, it is breathless, your pussy is the wettest it has ever been because you can feel your own slick running down your cleft. You can feel Johnny stirring places inside you you weren’t sure existed. His own moans have picked up and his hand around your throat has tightened, as if he were truly using it to anchor himself.

“Can I go faster, baby?” He asks with a strained voice and you take no time in answering “Yesss!” even though your eyebrows knit together from how much this is already.

His eyes close and he bares his teeth, almost like he was in pain and was trying to absorb it and then he lays over you, his head is by your shoulder while his hand never leaves your neck and suddenly, he’s moaning out, going faster, fucking you into the mattress.

The carnal sounds of your skins slapping and Johnny’s deep moans probably mask the fact that you’re crying out. Your hands are around Johnny’s wide back, your head is pressing into his shoulder, you’re clinging onto him with everything you have… you’re almost hanging onto him while he fucks you down, going so fast you feel lightheaded.

“Johnny please, I need to come.” you whimper and you’re not sure if you’re sobbing or not.

“No, no, baby, just let me go a bit longer.” he whines into your neck like he was in heaven and never wanted to leave. So you take deep breaths, you try to lay back and let Johnny have at it, give him what he needs because he was giving you what you needed. But his moans are hot in your neck, his weight is luxurious over your body, his length is so good inside you that you can’t really hold out any longer, no matter how much you’re trying to let him have his time.

“Johnny, please, I need to come or I will die.” you all but growl at him. You’ve never heard your voice sound like that but you can’t bring yourself to care.

He pulls back and then brings one hand to the top of your head, cradling it, stroking it. “Look at me, baby.”

You try, you really try but he’s giving you so much pleasure, it feels almost sinful to take it with eyes wide open but his hand on your neck has come up to grab at your jaw, holding your chin.

“No, no, no, baby, don’t hide from me. Look at me. I’m not going to let you come if you don’t look at me.” he says and now he’s using his words to own you, too, not just his body and this doesn’t help the matter. You get so fucking turned on that you want your release now and you realize that the only way you’re going to get it is if you obey. That thought alone is as profane as it is freeing.

So you look at him, and you’re worried about how wanton you look, how disheveled you look, how disoriented you look. But he’s holding your head prisoner, grabbing your chin, cradling the crown of your head, looking down at you so tenderly while he fucks into you.

He pecks your lips romantically and says “Come for me now, pretty girl.” and you finally meet your sweet, sweet relief. You’re whining, you’re panting, you’re frowning, every single muscle in your body is tensing against him, but you dare not look away. You don’t even realize how deep your fingertips are digging into both his biceps while you come on his cock and he moves in you through it all, holding your gaze. 

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you...” he keeps assuring you, stroking your head while you shake and quiver under him.

It’s the first time you’ve done this, looked at your partner through your orgasm, being made to keep your eyes open just to connect with him in a moment of complete and utter vulnerability. It is godless. It is liberating. It is the most erotic thing you’ve ever done.

You didn’t realize you were straining your neck till your head falls back into the pillows and you feel the tension subside. You feel spent and you thank the heavens above that Johnny has stilled in you. In your euphoria, you didn’t register whether Johnny got to finish or not. He’s kissing you in a way that is--dare you say it? So loving. You push that thought away to let your mind ponder over something else: damn, Johnny Suh is a talented man. He’s smiling when he looks at you and kisses you deep.

“You look so beautiful when you come for me like that.” He strokes the side of your face sweetly and then his hands are tugging your top off of you, making you completely exposed to him. The hickey he gave you earlier is blooming now and he hums deeply in his chest as he sees it. 

“You need a matching one here.” he says and begins to mark you on the other side, but it doesn’t extract quite the same reaction from you as the first one had done because you’re too spent. Johnny doesn’t seem to mind because he’s letting you lay back as he kneads at your breasts, tongue circling over your peaks. You lazily run your fingers in his hair. He comes up and kisses the side of your face.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks kindly and you nod, pulling his head into a slow kiss as your answer. 

“Mmm, okay, good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” he says in between kisses and that’s when you realize he’s still hard. So he hadn’t, in fact, finished. 

He brings his fingers to your clit and circles gently but you jump away from his touch, grabbing at his wrist. “No, I don’t think I can take that anymore.” you tell him desperately and he takes mercy on you. 

“Then flip over for me.” He pulls out of you carefully and it’s then that you realize how swollen you are. You’re going to be sore tomorrow, you know it. When you take too long, he grabs at your waist, turning you on your belly and swats at your ass. You gasp, more at the sound of the impact than the impact itself and then your motivation is back. You want to please your man. You want him to come for you. 

Johnny takes a pillow and places it vertically and lays you on top of it, giving you something to hold onto. It feels soft and comfortable. He’s been chivalrous so far. He’s been taking care of you and so he feels like he’s earned his keep. He can have you any way he wants. So he spreads your cheeks with both hands and licks at your hole a few times, just to make sure you’re still wet enough for what he’s about to do. He takes his hardness in his hands and lays himself on top of you carefully, not with his entire weight, though… he’s still supporting himself on his free arm that’s on your side. He rubs his tip against you a few times and you gasp with how swollen and sensitive you feel.

“Ready, baby?” he says in your ear and you can hear him so much more intimately in this position. He listens for your approval and then he pushes into you so fast, it has you yelping, it has your chest lifting off the pillow you’ve been hugging, it has you panicking, saying

“Johnny, wait, wait, wait, wait, please…” your sentence ends in more gasping sounds of discomfort. Johnny snakes an arm under you, holding onto your shoulders and his lips are on your temple, kissing over and over.

“Shh… baby… shhh, it’s me, it’s only me…” he reassures you and you know in your heart he’s never going to hurt you, but you simply couldn’t have held back your visceral reaction. He feels it, feels the anxiety in your body because he’s easing your head into the crook of his elbow and his lips are kissing at your temple and your shoulder so tenderly, you feel like you’re going to cry. “I’m going to go slow, okay?” he tells you softly. He cradles you with his arm that’s around your shoulders and snakes his other arm under you, his hand splaying out over your abdomen. He pulls you up into him, kissing your skin repeatedly to communicate care and then he starts moving into you, slow.

You whimper, but there is no pain now, only pleasure. You’re biting your lip because somehow it still feels intense, even at this pace. Rough or soft, this man was making you feel things you had only ever fantasized about. ‘Is it always going to be like this?’ you wonder, but you stop yourself. You didn’t have the luxury to have such thoughts because there wasn’t going to be another time. The thought has tears stinging in your eyes and you hide your face in Johnny’s forearm that’s encasing your chest. 

Thankfully, it works because Johnny is cooing in your ear again “Does it feel good now, baby?” and it does, fuck, it does, but you don’t want him to be this nice if it’s going to make you have such treacherous thoughts. So you say,

“Faster. I want it hard.”

Johnny turns your head with his hand so he can look at you when he asks “Are you sure, baby?” 

You nod and while he’s not totally convinced, it’s what you’ve asked. It’s what you’d been asking the past couple of weeks. So he has to oblige. He strengthens his cradling arms and pulls you into him tighter as if to buckle you up and then he lifts his hips and starts moving into you faster and you hear the slapping of his skin on yours once again. 

His forearm moves higher from the planes of your chest to your neck and suddenly, he’s holding you in a headlock, and even if he’s not applying any pressure, it’s enough to make you moan. His breaths are more labored now and so he talks.

“Fuck, Y/N… I think about you all the time. All I ever do is think about you. Did you know that?” he groans right in your ear and your heart swells. You feel hopeful again, like you were before he had pulled the condom out. Your moan comes out in a broken laugh, like a sound of relief but you’re pleading at him again.

“Faster, please, please…” you beg and he wants to give you everything so he lays his entire weight on top of you and really pins you down. It takes a lot of effort, but he wants to please you and soon he manages to build a rhythm that’s so impossibly fast that you feel nothing but him, hear nothing but him, think nothing but him. You don’t realize that you’re chanting his name over and over, you don’t realize that you’re pulling onto his forearm around your neck as tight as you can, you don’t realize that you’re writhing so much under him that you’ve exploded on him, you don’t realize that you’re not falling for this man. You had pretty much already fallen for him.

“Ahh… Y/N…” he gasps and he’s said something else as well, but the ringing in your ears made it difficult to hear it.

You feel the absence of him when he pulls out of you abruptly and he’s sitting up, urgently stroking himself, groaning as he finally finds his own release. 

A moment of stillness hangs in the air. Like the calm after a hurricane. The telling sounds of your impieties have ended, leaving only your breaths in their wake.

Johnny leans over you, combing your hair away from your face as if to check on you as you lay on your stomach unmoving. He kisses your cheek, then strokes the spot tenderly with the backs of his fingers. Your eyes close because you don’t know what’s going to happen now. Johnny moves away, sitting on the edge of the bed to discard the condom and you sneak a peek at him. You watch the muscles in his broad back protrude and you miss him already. He lifts off and walks away for a moment and your heart yearns for him. You wonder what it would be like to wake up to him next to you. You close your eyes again because his words from earlier are still ringing in your ears ‘I think about you all the time.’ They sounded so sincere, though men would say whatever you needed to hear during sex. But they came from him, and he’s never made an empty promise.

You feel the warm wetness of a washcloth being carefully dabbed on your skin, between your legs, over your sex and suddenly your heart is so full. He’s softly turning you around and easing you into a shirt he probably found in your closet. How could you not fall for such a man?

“Come here.” his voice says and you open your eyes to see that he’s laid down again, wearing only his boxers and he’s pulling you into his chest. You lay your head over his heart and listen to it thrum in his chest. This moment is surreal and you can’t help but feel like this is where you belong, and that feeling is solidified when you feel his arms wrap around you, his lips on the crown of your head. You’d never had afterglow feel this sweet, perhaps because you’d never had sex that felt this good. This is what you had wanted all your life. This feeling right here. No one had understood your needs better than this man. Johnny knew perfectly how to take you rough but soft. To make it coarse but sweet. To make you feel used but safe. To make you feel docile yet liberated. And he had told you that he thought about you all the time. You feel a smile grow on your lips as they pressed against his chest. This moment felt absolutely perfect.

“I have to get back to the dorms.”

And there it was. 

You turn your head to the sound of his voice and he slowly sits up. “I’ve got an early morning schedule tomorrow and I don’t want to have to explain why I didn’t come in with the guys.” He says as he gets off the bed and starts dressing himself. You nod because, well. What did you expect? You stand up as well, picking up your discarded underwear and sliding it on, keeping your back to him because you couldn’t stand to see his face.

“I’m going to see you there, anyway, right?” He asks and you try to keep your face as devoid of emotion as possible.

“Right.” You reply because you don’t trust yourself to say anything else. You feel like your chest has been hollowed, like someone has sucker punched you in the belly. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t hope. You had told yourself that you just wanted to see if Johnny could give you what you liked in bed. That was all. He hadn’t promised you anything else. He wasn’t obligated to stay. And what he was saying made sense. You both had the same appointment tomorrow, both for different reasons, but you both had to be at the same place at the same time. You knew everything in this situation was logical. So why was your heart shattering in your chest? 

He’s dressed now and he’s looking for his phone, his keys and his wallet outside in the living room. You follow him slowly, wrapping your arms protectively over the shirt he put on you. He gets everything he needs and heads for the door and you walk him out only because it feels like the right thing to do. He turns to look at you at the door and you look at him. Words remain unspoken. You’re not sure what he reads on your face because he looks like he was going to say something but he changed his mind. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says and he’s polite enough to smile. He turns on his heel, and is out the door that closes with a finalizing shut. And just like that, he’s gone.

You’re not sure how long you stand there, looking at the broad expanse of wood he’s just disappeared behind. You’re not sure why your shoulders are shaking or why your breath keeps choking your throat. You turn around because what’s the point? You’ve done this before. This has happened to you before. Why should this time be different from any of the other times?

You don’t know how you make it back to your room because your legs are so weak and your vision is so blurred. You really thought it was going to be different this time. That he was going to be different. But once again, your heart has been broken. He had used you good, left his marks on you so you would see him, feel him for days, and just like that, he had left. 

Why did no one ever stay? What was it about you that made men look at you like a pump and dump? Why did you bare your mind, your soul, your body in front of yet another man when you knew what was going to happen? Why did you never learn? Why did you keep hoping that things would be different? Why did you give yourself so easily when no one ever wanted you? Why were you so unwanted? 

You’re pretty sure you’re sobbing because your hand is instinctively clutching onto your heart. The heart that had already been broken too many times, but this time, the injury felt much, much worse because you were in love. You were in love with Johnny. You knew that now. You know you were foolish to have fallen for a man you weren’t allowed to want. You had known it all along. You had never meant for things to go this far. No, you had hoped that things would go this far. Hoping was, in fact, the biggest sin you had committed in this strange tragedy. And you had paid the price for it. He didn’t want you, he could never want you. Why would a man like him want you? What were you to him? You were just another willing girl that threw herself at him. The man had been happy to sleep with you like normal people did, but no. You asked him, practically begged him to take you like a back alley whore. So of course, he was going to fuck you into oblivion and when the blood wasn’t rushing to his cock, he would realize how fucking deplorable you were as a woman for allowing this to happen to your body. Of course he couldn’t want you. You were unwantable. Suddenly, you can’t hold yourself up anymore… it was too much, it was all too much. It hurt so bad. You didn’t expect it to hurt so much that your legs couldn’t hold you up and you were sinking to your knees.

Strong hands grabbing at your shoulders, turning your around. 

You look up, tears blurring your vision, your breath hitching faster than your heartbeat, like you’re hyperventilating. You’re still clutching onto your chest like you’re trying to hold yourself together but failing. And he’s the one holding you, the one who caught you before you could fall to your knees. It’s him. He’s here, right in front of you. He’s looking back at you, with eyes intense, nostrils flared. And you’re looking back at him, unable to hide the outpour that he had left when he walked out that door. And you remember--he had your code.

“Why didn’t you ask me to stay?!” he asks urgently, holding onto your shoulders tight.

“I didn’t know I could.” you reply truthfully, your voice shaking and it makes you cry more and you can’t fake it anymore. This is what you feel and he’s seen it now. There was no point in hiding it.

“Y/N…” he takes your face in his hands strongly and kisses your tears. “Y/N, can’t you see? Can’t you see that I’m in love with you?” he says at you with such a burning intensity that it puts a halt to your tears.

“Huh…?” you look at him with round eyes, your self-doubt making it so hard for you to take in his confession.

But he makes it clear. “I love you. I’m in love with you. I think I’ve been in love with you for a while. I didn’t tell you because… I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted. If that’s how you wanted to be with me. But I see it now, Y/N. I know you’re in love with me, too. Am I wrong?”

You can’t find your voice because the emotion is welling up inside you again. So you shake your head furiously. You weren’t like Johnny--you never could find the right words at the right time. You communicated everything physically. That’s why you pull him into a kiss and though your face is streaked with tears, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

He pulls you in strongly, kissing you like a victory, kissing you like a promise.

You don’t believe this. After years and years of searching, trial and error, getting your heart broken and doing it all over again, you finally got the man. You finally got a man who wanted you in the same way you wanted him. You had yourself a man that cared for you and loved you. You had yourself a man that was willing to be patient with you when you couldn’t put in words what you felt in your heart. 

You had yourself a man whom you could ask to stay and he would.

So tonight, you laid on his chest and he held you impossibly close. Telling you that he won’t go anywhere as long as you wanted him. Telling you that he loved you exactly how you were, broken pieces and all. Telling you that you were worth the effort he would have to make in the morning to seem unsuspicious to prying eyes. Because in exchange, he got to hold you close into the night. Tonight, you prayed for sleep to take you quickly because you were excited to wake up. Because in your heart, you knew that when you did, he would finally still be next to you.

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[softboydrew]

nausea and never enough ice cream

The fire crinkled and sparked as the group sat around, marshmallows and coffee's as the cool air blew around them. The woods grew darker and the stars littered the sky causing y/n to close her eyes, feeling Drews soft caresses against her thigh.

Drew's parents decided to invite everyone for a week long cabin getaway, with sweets and boardgames included. Drew and y/n happily accepted the invention by being the first ones to arrive, their excitement bounced around every new comer making Drew's parents marvel over the fact that their loved ones were having a good time.

Today was a long day. Today consisted of fishing, hiking, cooking, and card games... lots and lots of card games. Drew, pleasantly surprised at how competitive y/n was made the games they played even better with light bickering and playful teasing.

But y/n grew tired by six o'clock and she was surprised at how tired she's been getting recently, even before their cabin getaway she'd been feeling off. Restlessness and cravings for Ben and Jerry's increased as days passed, y/n didn't really think anything about it so she never brought it up or gave it a second thought. Ben and Jerry never let her down so she welcomed the newfound cookie dough cravings.

Until two nights ago, violent nausea kicked her hard causing her to stay bedridden. She felt horrible, trying to sweep it under the rug by telling everyone it must have been something she ate. Everyone seemed to agree but not Drew's sister, she let it slide the first night but as she watched y/n worsen she knew that 'bad food' was not making y/n sick.

So, here y/n was, finally up to sitting outside with everyone, sipping on some green tea that Drew's mother had made for her, making sure to add ginger and honey to calm her nausea. She leaned into Drew and shuffled uncomfortably against him, her stomach twisting and turning at the sight of burnt, gooey marshmallows. The smell making her grow pale and groan causing Drew and his sister to snap their focus on y/n.

"What's wrong baby?" he asked in slight panic.

Y/n sat up slowly and held out her hand, motioning for him to stop talking as she set down her mug and took a deep breath to try and settle her stomach. "I- I need to go inside." she nearly whispered.

Drew quickly stood and held out his hands for y/n to hold onto as he helped her up. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt the fire in front of her spin. "It's okay y/n were gonna take you to bed." Drew said as she whimpered at the feeling.

Drew's sister stood and patted y/n's shoulder before calling over for Drew to lead y/n back inside as she held the door for them to enter the warm cabin. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I ate but I feel like it was that chicken." she gagged making him nod in response.

"Probably." Drew's sister said, pressing her lips together to hide what she was really thinking.

"Don't be sorry, you just need some water and some sleep. You'll be all good in the morning." Drew urged making y/n nod as they made their way up the stairs. Their bedroom was one of the bigger rooms, the oak floors and dark green walls called y/n to bed, plopping down onto the pillows and groaning as her stomach churned at the sudden jolt of her body hitting the bed. "I'll go get some water and pepto bismol, need anything else?" Drew asked, leaning down towards y/n and pushing her hair back from her face.

"Get a bin or something so she can have it by the bed." His sister suggested making y/n nod at him. "I've got her." she smiled.

"I'll be right back."

Y/n sighed, snuggling into her pillow as she watched Drew's sister snap her fingers, pointing towards the bathroom and motioning for her to get up.

"What?" y/n questioned as she watched her lock the bedroom door.

"Okay, listen, I have a feeling that chicken isn't making you feel like shit." she said, pulling her from the bed and dragging her to the ensuite.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this!" Drew's sister whisper yelled, pulling out a box of pregnancy tests that she bought at the supermarket earlier in the day from under the sink.

"What the fuck!" y/n nearly yelled making Drew's sister slap her hand over y/n's mouth.

"Just try! You might be pregnant and it's not like it's likely that you aren't!" She said throwing her hands up in the air.

Y/n scoffed as she shook her head and looked around the bathroom in shock at what was being said. "This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

Drew's sister shoved the pink box into y/n's hands with wide eyes as she peered over at the bedroom door. "I suggest doing it now before he comes back. Y/n lets just see." she said. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Y/n gripped onto the box and sighed, her heart fluttered at the thought of carrying a child... her and Drew's child. Her hands began to shake as she began to connect the dots of the days that lead her to this moment. "Fine!"

"Hurry, I'll distract him if he gets back."

Y/n watched as Drew's sister closed the bathroom door leaving her to stand alone in the bathroom that felt like it would cave in on her at any moment. Y/n began taking out the test as she read the instructions and gulped as she unhooked the cap to the test. She froze once she heard Drew knock on the bedroom door, groaning at it being locked.

"Go get, uh, go.. get the dog!" Drew's sister shouted.

"Why?" he yelled.

"Because we- we want him. and y/n wants to cuddle." Y/n sighed in relief as she heard him curse from behind the door and stomp off into the distance. She rolled her eyes at his childish behavior, giggling at how his sister covered for her. Y/n cleared her throat as she set the test on the toilet cover and slowly shuffled out of the bathroom with flushed cheeks and worried eyes. "Don't stress, whatever happens I know it will be alright."

Y/n nodded as she sat on the door of the bed, twiddling her thumbs to pass the time as they waited for time to pass. "I think it's ready." she said quietly.

"Okay."

The girls stood and slowly made their way to the bathroom, clutching each others hands tightly as y/n reached for the test. With a pounding heart she flipped the test in her hand, revealing two small red lines on the little circled screen. They bother gasped, the test falling out of y/n's hand and onto the tiled floor, her throat hitching as they both look at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

"Holy shit! You're pregnant!" Y/n nodded, her eyes not being able to focus as she felt Drew's sister throw her arms around her in excitement. "You're gonna be a mom!" She whisper yelled.

"I-" Y/n started the they suddenly heard knocks coming from the bedroom door.

"I got the dog..."

The pair both inhaled as y/n stared at Drew's sister with panicked eyes, her hands shaking as she watched her take the test and hide it in mirrored cabinet. "You don't have to tell him right now. And you know you don't have to keep it if you don't want to." she said quickly, placing her hands on y/n's shoulders.

"thank y-you?" Y/n gulped as she watched the door being unlocked and Drew strolling in with the dog behind him.

"Goodnight guys!" his sister sang, winking at y/n before skipping down the hall.

Y/n watched as Drew placed the bin onto the floor and chucking her newly filled water bottle onto the bed. She watched as he close the door and bend down to pet the dog, cooing and laughing with him.

Drew glanced up at y/n with worried eyes as he watched her dig at her back pocket of her jeans before she quickly shuffled towards the bed. She smiled at him slightly as she watched him lean onto his side, stretching his body over the bed to look over at her. "You feeling any better?" he questioned.

"Mhm."

Drew nodded and reached for her hand, leaning back in surprise as she flinched her hand away and clutch her chest. Drew's eyebrows furrowed knowing that she did that whenever she was stressed or upset. "What?"

"Nothing!" y/n squeaked out as she sat back against the headboard, biting her bottom lip. Her chest tightened at the thought of him being upset with the news, what if he was mad? or what if he walked out? where would she go, because she's at his family's house, she'd be alone and scared if he was mad at her.

Drew chuckled, reaching for her again as he crawled closer to her, "I know you. What's on your mind, pretty girl?" Y/n jumped from the bed making Drew gasp at her sudden movements. She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath, placing her hands out for him to stay where he was. "Y/n.."

"Okay just-" Y/n sighed as she paced around the bedroom, "Just listen to what I'm going to tell you because I don't know how to tell you and I don't know how you're gonna react because we never really talked about this."

Drew started at her with pure confusion, he sat up straight as he watched her pace around the room in pure panic. he nodded and arched his hands out for her to take and in couple surprise, she took his hands into hers. He watched her take a deep breath as he smiled at her lovingly, his thumbs caressing her, encouraging her to tell him whatever she had to say.

"Okay."

"I- I love you so much." Y/n started making Drew nod, "And I know that you love me so when people love each other... they... they do things-"

"Are you giving me the sex talk?" Drew laughed loudly. "Because if you are then I'm sorry to inform you but I-"

"I'm pregnant." Y/n blurted.

Drew's eyes shot up and a gasp fell from y/n's lips as he jumped off the bed, his frame towering over her small one causing her heart to drop as she watched him walk away from her. "You're pregnant." He said with his back facing y/n.

"I just took the test. Yes.."

Drew jumped up, his fist pumping the air as he turned around, jumping side to side like a jumping bean causing y/n to cover her hands over her mouth as she laughed. Drew quickly made his way over to her and threw his arms around her, y/n squealed as he picked her up effortlessly and spun her around once, twice, three times as her laughter vibrated between them. "I'm going to be a father?"

"Yes." y/n hummed as he set her down, his hands cupping her cheeks into his hands as he watched tears pool at the corner of er eyes.

"We're going to be be parents. We made a tiny human!" Drew nearly screamed as he poked y/n's stomach lovingly.

She giggled at his touch and nodded, pulling out the test from her back jean pocket, "See!" she said holding the test in between them both.

"About time I put a baby in you." Drew smirked.

"Oh, so this was your plan all along?" y/n teased making drew chuckle as he pulled her towards the bed with a plop- causing them to both giggle in bliss.

"Definitely." he teased before tracing spongy kisses against her soft skin, y/n's giggles filling the room as she ran her fingers into his hair as he hovered over her. "Having a little you or me running around it everything." "I love you so much. And I'll love our baby... so, so much." Drew whispered.

"We know." Y/n hummed, gripping Drew's hand and placing it over her soon to be ballon like stomach. "We love you too, so much."

"We know." Y/n hummed, gripping Drew's hand and placing it over her soon to be ballon like stomach. "We love you too, so much."

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taglist: @pogueslandia @carolineworld

[maerenee930]

Last Song: Sedona by Houndmouth

Three Ships: Jim and Pam, The Doctor and River and Luke and Lorelei 💙🖤 (i also want to say Klaus and Peyton my oc sooo badly lol, but i think i would actually need to you know post something i’ve written about them to be able to say that 😅😂)

First Ever Ship: Rose and The Doctor (10) ❤️💙

Currently Reading: other than the absolutely fantastic fics on here by some of my extremely talented friends, nothing. i don’t really read much 😅🫣

Currently Watching: soooo many things all the time lol. but i’d say my like top two shows that i’m watching are the office and abbott elementary

Currently Consuming: cherry pepsi cause i have a really bad headache and need caffeine (but don’t like coffee lol) plus i just really wanted some cherry pepsi 😄

Last Movie: Black Widow

Currently Craving: Soo many things lol. (and yes i am going to list pretty much all of them 😅 it will be a long list, apologies in advance. i just really wanna share all the things i’m craving cause i don’t normally get to talk about what i’m craving with anyone at the moment. life is busy and crazy lol.)

so yeah, i’m craving all the hugs, cuddles and snuggles 🥺 soft and gentle kisses, forehead kisses and passionate and tender and very loving kisses 🖤

hanging out friends friends and having a movie night or just talking and hanging out 🥺, going for a drive with a friend or friends and having a good venting/ranting session or just talking about everything and anything and listening to music and singing, having a game night with friends, having a sleep over with a friend 🥺😅 (can you tell i’m feeling kinda lonely? lmao 🤦‍♀️)

i’m craving naps on a sunny day, like when the sun light shines through your window and makes your bed warm but like also laying in the sun light and taking a nap (ooh especially in the summer after swimming! those are some of the best naps!) 🥰🥰 and just naps in general lol.

i’m craving all the physical affection and just lots of love and attention 🥺 i’m craving icees/slurpees, a sub from tubby’s or a grilled chicken pita (both with just chicken and cheese lol), soft pretzels 😍, cookie dough, chocolate cake, pizza, one of my favorite pops (i don’t wanna say the name cause it sounds dirty lmao), donuts with strawberry glazed frosting from dunkin’ donuts 😍💖💙 a fountain pop (like i mean, there’s just something about a fountain pop.lol) icees/slurpees/frozen cokes! 😍😁 and i’m craving a lot of other things but i figure i’ve already made this list long enough lol. apologies again 😅🖤

thank you so much for tagging me @sottountrenopersherl 🖤💙

tagging: (no pressure, of course 😅) @elliethesuperfruitlover @candyclaw @badsext @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator @thedruginmeisklaus and anyone else who would like to do this! 🥰🖤

Tagged by @forestfeetfairy! Thanks for the tag <3

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the questions below!

Last song: June Gloom by Allie X. Such a banger and I'm tempted to name a D&D character June Gloom in the future because I think it rules.

Three ships: Ed x Stede, Harry x Kim and a secret third thing. (I can't think of another one I'm not a huge shipper sorryyyyy)

First ever ship: I think I've answered this before and the answer is just as embarrassing every time, but I'm pretty sure it was Spyro and Cynder. From the Spyro games. I was a weird kid and I would appreciate it if you would all divert your gaze from me. thank u so much x

Currently Reading: I'm so deep in the writing pit that I'm not reading anything at the moment :( I'm going to start The House In the Cerulean Sea soon, though!

Currently watching: Nothing yet, but I'm planning on watching Fleabag very soon. I feel like experiencing some pain and agony <3

Currently consuming: Water! :)

Last movie: Fantastic Mr. Fox.

Currently craving: I'd kill a man to death for some chocolate cake rn.

(No pressure) tags:

@tisziny @epersonae @vampirebutterflies @jellybeanium124 @wearfinethingsalltoowell @awkward-fallen-angel @stedebonnets @bunnyandthejets @chocolatepot and anyone else who'd like to join in! Go wild <3

[multiples-fandomswontkillme]

~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!