#and it reminded me of when me and my younger brother would play it together when we were around her age

[itsrainingbubbles]

Kid law and Luffy playing Roblox together, specifically natural disasters

Luffy is 5 and law is 12 and they're at laws house cause cora is meant to be babysitting Luffy and after much trial and error he found that the best way to keep Luffy out of trouble is to give luffy his phone and let him play games (though that later caused it's own problem's when luffy bought a bunch of stuff for games cause coras card didn't require a password in his phone)

Law often joins Luffy in playing Roblox and they play all sorts of games but their favorite is natural disasters

Luffy likes being as unsafe as possible, he's still trying to survive but going about it in the worst way possible

During volcanoes he climbs onto the volcano, during acid rain her goes outside, during floods he stays as low as possible

Law doesn't particularly care about surviving he just walks around and calls Luffy an idiot while he watches him do the exact opposite of everything else trying to survive

Sometimes law joins Luffy in whatever he's doing that particular round but that's quite rare, most of the time law is content to just watch Luffy

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

Can you write a Damian fic when the reader gets close to one of his brothers preferably Jason?

NUMBER ONE

pairings — damian wayne — al ghul x reader

warnings — not much maybe a little cursing

summary — Damian didn’t like how close you were with Jason, and he had no problem making Jason know how he felt about that.

notes — this isn’t the best so i probably messed up the request so im sorry about that 😞

━━━━━━━ DAMIAN KNEW THERE WASNT anything serious between you and Jason. he had no problem admitting that you guys were friends and liked to hang out. he wasn’t particularly keen on befriending his older brother, but could manage his presence for you.

it had started when Jason picked you up from school, Damian had cashed out on a favor from the older guy because Bruce needed him somewhere when your classes ended.

of course, that wouldn’t be the only time Jason had to pick you up for Damian. Jason honestly had no problem picking you up, since it put him on better terms with the younger boy.

after all, Jason was far too old for you, and since you were with Damian, Jason had no problem befriending you and enjoying time together as friends. if anything, you saw him as more of a fun uncle than your boyfriends brother.

but, you still reminded yourself that that was your boyfriends brother, not your “fun uncle”, and you were fine with setting reasonable boundaries.

“you okay, Damian?” you walked over to where he had been laying in his bed. he had a sour look spread across his face as he stared into his ceiling like it was never ending.

“do you like Jason more than me?” Damian asked suddenly, his eyes remaining glued on his ceiling. you grinned, he couldn’t see you, and grabbed one of his hands that sat on his chest, holding it in your own.

“no, of course not. he’s like a weird uncle, and he isn’t my boyfriend, is he?” you poked at his softly with your other hand, kissing the expanse of his hand softly. he finally looked away from the ceiling, meeting your gaze.

“no, he isn’t.” Damian sighed, sitting up.

“either way, i have boundaries set with him. do you want me to spend less time him?”

“no, no.” Damian sighed, leaning against you. you smiled again, kissing the crown of his head.

on occasion, other than the times that Jason picked you up and dropped you off, you would spend time playing video games or just simply hanging out with him.

you understood that Damian did not like Jason whatsoever, so the only times you hung out with the older guy one on one was whenever you were waiting for Damian.

“were you jealous?” you asked, a small grin formulating on your face. Damian brought his head back up and softly glared, shaking his head. “you totally were.” you laughed. he lightly pushed your shoulder, smiling now.

“i wasn’t jealous of Todd.” Damian pretended to be upset, but you knew it was all a lie.

you dropped it after that, spending the rest of your time with your boyfriend.

the next day, while getting ready for school, Damian sent you a message. won’t be able to pick you up today, Todd will. you replied with a short yet sweet message before finishing getting ready and going to school.

the day passed by in a breeze, nothing interesting had happened (you expected it, your school had always been boring), and you just missed your boyfriend.

walking out of the building, you easily found Jason’s car, opening the passenger side and sitting down.

“what’s up, kid?” Jason held his fist out for a fist bump, you tapped your fist against his, grinning tiredly.

“just tired. how longs Damian gonna be gone?” you asked, attempting to keep the conversation civil and short — you hardly had enough social energy left.

“not too long. just gonna sleep when we get back?” Jason pulled away from the school and drove faster than most others would, but drove safely regardless.

Damian would have his head if Jason put you in any danger.

“yeah, probably.” you confirmed, letting out a yawn.

the rest of the drive, the two of you had fun. Jason was able to make you laugh until your stomach hurt and you were crying.

either way, you were still exhausted when Jason parked outside the house. greeting Alfred and waving at anyone else, you were able to find Damian’s room and fall asleep instantaneously.

masterlist — reminder that asks / requests are open!!

[bokettochild]

I cannot BELIEVE no one told me we had an update!!!!!

Anyways, here's my favorite bits as always, because I need to SCREAM about this one!

The rupee acquisition!

I love how JoJo included that traditional *item acquired* pose that all the Links do, and gave it a reason in the comic (Wind insisting he hold it up is just so fun)

Sky's comment though, "don't spend it all in one place". Isn't that a line you get in Skord when you acquire rupees? The cute little easter eggs here are so fun!

I also really love how Legend is taking an instructional role here, both with Wars and the champion!

While also letting his veteran show

and I love that the rest recognize that! Wild calling Legend "an expert" and actually listening to what he has to say, even if he doesn't agree with it.

I also super like the panels of Twilight's interaction with Legend here

Very eldest and middle sibling discussing the youngest child, and I love it. It reminds us that, even for all the cuteness we got between them in the last arc, Twilight still sees Legend as too rough around the edges, enough that it borders on bullying when it comes to some of the rest, and he's trying to curb that. And Legend is LISTENING, because (as I've said a thousand times) Legend respects Twilight and values his opinion. Twilight is his big brother too now and Legend, while still being himself, genuinely seems to care about his opinion.

Twilight's just tense in general, although why, I think is mostly because of Time's sharp scolding in the last update. Even though he's snapping back at the younger ones, he's not very happy to be snapped at right now, and he's eager to get out from under Time's watchful eye.

Time and Warriors

Because while he feels e has grounds to correct Legend for telling Wild what to do, Warriors straight up subtly scolding his protege is different. And the difference is that Legend and Wild and Twi had camaraderie (see Dawn p.3), they're brothers, but Wars is approaching this as a commander, a captain, and Twi doesn't appreciate that. Warriors isn't their leader though, but he's taking that role anyways. (Old habits die hard, I'm sure)

I mean, we all knew Wars was going to confront Wild sooner or later, but I'm glad he was so calm about it. Twilight's ruffled feathers (fur) is more from Time being overbearing, I believe, so it aggravates any slight annoyance Warriors might present.

Even despite some of our suspicions earlier, I like this bit here. Wild was a soldier once, and the captain is very much the image of what he would have worked with before. JoJo mentioned wanting to play with that dynamic, with them bothering having military background, and I think this is that training (hundred years ago though it was) kicking in and making the champion defer to the man who outranks him (as far as they know). Granted, they all call Wars "Captain" but this felt pointed.

I do love Four acting as the word of wisdom here, advising Time, just like he does Twilight, as to the best way to handle a team. it's a reminder that he's done this before, and he knows how teamwork can be, but also that sometimes you need space and working together means working in different areas.

Anyways, here's a couple bonus things that make me happy!

Bunny stance!

(shh, I know he's making a point by stepping on Wild's toes, let me have this)

Wars being so freaking pretty! Dear Hylia help me! (Is it wrong I understand Cia a bit now?)

Wind being the youngest sibling who is Done With Your Chatter

A competent boy being competent (and not as experienced as Ledge, but pretty darn close (if you've played both their games you know))

Showing off items! (I can hear the little ✨da nana na✨)

And of course, I love Time being a tired, overprotective parent (he looks like my mom here, good grief!)

[haodarling]

Like the Movies

about: a series of my favorite movies reimagined with (some of) the boys of seventeen.

notes: the movies inspired the fics, please don’t expect it to be an exact word for word reenactment of the films; i had a couple of ideas and decided to roll with it. unfortunately i will not be doing all of the boys as some of them are key side characters unless specifically requested! the stories are interrelated in some way; it won’t be explicitly stated but try and look for crumbs!

also! most if not all the y/ns in the fics are directly stated to be female due to some of the stories heavily relying on y/n’s biological sex to be female.

currently working on: pretty girl !

Pretty Girl

based on: Legally Blonde

pairing: law student! joshua x heiress! reader // ex boyfriend! wen junhui x reader

synopsis: the youngest of 3 successful sisters, no one expects you to accomplish anything save for sitting still and looking pretty, but after your boyfriend dumps you for a much more educated girl, you get your eldest sister to pay your way into harvard law where you meets joshua hong, who does not seem to appreciate how lightly you takes things.

tropes: opposites attract, popular girl x nerd boy but with a twist, they start off at the wrong foot, it gets resolved, joshua will say hurtful things along the way though

A Sweet Haven

based on: Notting Hill // Maid in Manhattan

pairing: golden retriever!mingyu x single mother!y/n

synopsis: never in your wildest dreams did you expect acclaimed actor, kim mingyu, to stumble into your quaint bakery and ask you to hide him from the onslaught of paparazzi. what began as one chance encounter turns into constant visits to you and your daughter. but just as you begin to see a future between the two of you, the reminder of his fame and reputation hovers over the both you.

tropes: forbidden romance, single mom! reader, mingyu’s an actor, secret relationship

Hot and Cold

based on: Pride and Prejudice // Emma

pairing: wonwoo x reader, seokmin x oc

synopsis: as the eldest child of your family, you have only ever wanted the best for your siblings. so when your sister confesses to being in love with someone— you do everything you can to make sure they both end up together… but the infuriatingly handsome brother of your sister’s beau seems to be against the union altogether.

tropes: enemies to lovers, they really don’t like each other at first, just two people being protective of their younger siblings, elder sibling trauma written by an only child LOL

Mr and Mrs. Choi

based on: Mr. and Mrs. Smith

pairing: agent!scoups x agent!reader

synopsis: you and seungcheol (code name: scoups) have a bit of a work place rivalry going on, and the agency wants to put you both to the test by pairing you up with each other in a mission that would determine who gets the promotion… the catch being that you both would have to play a married couple.

tropes: rivals to lovers, technically also coworkers to lovers, fake marriage au, a lot of back and forths, cheol is a teasing lil shit with y/n, will very much include the old “the target is gonna notice we’re tailing him hurry let’s make out”

Love Me Tomorrow

based on: 2 week’s notice // flipped

pairing: jeonghan x reader

synopsis: your friends and coworkers say you’re foolish for harboring a crush on the worst man ever; aka your boss. yoon jeonghan is a successful ceo, and he is well aware of the hold he has over you; often using you to perform minute and tiresome errands. but what happens when you finally draw the line?

tropes: unrequited love (initially), she fell first but he fell harder, hannie’s an asshole here ngl, he gets better i promise, y/n is on a path to self love, when hannie realized he loves her he’s so pathetic i swear

Something Borrowed, Something New

based on: My best friend’s wedding

pairing: minghao x extraverted!reader, slight vernon x reader, and slight minghao x oc

synopsis: you love your fiancee you truly do, and you were very sure he felt the same long enough to propose to you; but he’s quiet, and well- you’re not. you know this, and so you always make sure you are not too spirited in days where he doesn’t feel it. but when he runs into his old college friends, you could not help but notice how he becomes a lot livelier with his childhood best friend.

tropes: established relationship, opposites attract, golden retriever y/n and black cat minghao, angst, like a lot of it, hao has a girl best friend :(( , two people who don’t communicate because of their own personal reasons

[hannyoontify]

casual - yoon jeonghan [teaser]

member | childhood best friend!jeonghan x fem!oc

genre | fluff, angst and angst and lots of angst, childhood best friends to ????

teaser word count | 1k (full fic est. 12k)

synopsis | throughout her childhood, jeonghan was the one constant in jeong-ah's life. he was her rock and she was his, but there was always an unspoken tension between the two, something that made jeong-ah's stomach flutter and her pulse race. was it casual, like jeonghan said? or was there a possibility of being something more?

warnings | none (in teaser)

notes | inspired from this post i made a while back! bc this was inspired by events that happened irl, i had to make it an oc so that things made sense (like their names) read the fic here!

“You should ask me why we’re in here instead of sleeping like everyone else.”

I let out a sigh that ended in a laugh. “Okay, Jeonghan. Why are we in here instead of sleeping like everyone else?”

Jeonghan immediately straightened his back and turned his body to face me, and I mirrored his movements. The way he looked at me with shining, excited eyes reminded me of the same 5-year old who enjoyed pulling on my pigtails and playing hide-and-seek.

Despite growing a lot in the past decade together, there were still some parts of Yoon Jeonghan that never seemed to change. For example, that mischievous look on his face whenever he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to. 

“Wait here.” Jeonghan disappeared outside and I couldn’t help but smile at his excited, almost child-like demeanor. Resting my head against the wall, I looked up and saw the sloped ceiling decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars.

The door soon opened again and Jeonghan reappeared with a single cupcake, a match, a candle, and two mini party hats. “I know we all got in trouble with our parents today so we can’t celebrate New Year’s, but I still wanted to do something for you. I know how much you love New Year’s celebrations.”

It was true. When all six of us had gotten in trouble earlier that evening because Jeonghan convinced all of us to try and help him set up a booby trap in his grumpy neighbor's backyard involving popping firecrackers, I was greatly disheartened when our parents decided that our punishment would be a bedtime of 9:30 and no New Year’s celebration.

I was particularly more upset than others because my parents had promised me a year ago that this New Year’s celebration would be the year where I finally got to try champagne.

“Jeonghan, I-” I faltered. I couldn’t find the words to describe how grateful I was to have him at that moment. 

Jeonghan scrambled to sit in the empty spot next to me. “You can thank me and be impressed later, just put this hat on. We only have a minute left.” He snapped on his own party hat before sliding its identical piece over my own head.

With a shaky hand, Jeonghan struck the match and lit the candle that was stuck atop the cupcake. We had made these cupcakes earlier today, with the help of our siblings. It had always been a tradition of ours.

My family would go over to the Yoon family’s house for the New Year’s and we would spend the night. Jeonghan, his older brother, and I were the older ones so we usually resorted to playing video games, board games, and baking while our younger siblings played with toys or watched TV. Our time together was always fun and a big highlight of my winter break every year.

But two years ago, when Jeonghan and I kissed in the summer, something changed. Our conversations became more stiff and awkward and he seemed to avoid me and my text messages more often.

When I consulted my mother about this situation (minus the kissing part), she had laughed and told me, “It’s because both of you are going through puberty now. It’s okay, it’s natural! Your relationship is going to return to normal in no time.”

Albeit it did take two years and a global pandemic for the two of us to be back on speaking terms again, but I was thankful to have my best friend back.

Jeonghan looked at me with a bright smile as he softly began to count down, his phone propped up against the wall so we could keep an eye on the clock. The single flame of the candle seemed to reflect the hundreds and thousands of stars that Jeonghan held within his eyes. His long lashes fluttered against his pale cheek bone and that tear-shaped mole on his right cheek that I had always been fond of. 

“Five… four…” I joined him in the count down, our hands holding the small cupcake together. 

I’d grown to accept the fact that Jeonghan wanted to pretend that kiss never happened. I did a lot of thinking and reflecting to realize that it was our silly pre-pubescent emotions that had gotten the best of us in that moment. It never meant anything.

“Two… one! Happy new year!” Jeonghan cheered. “One, two, three!”

11 years of friendship helped me to immediately recognize Jeonghan’s intent when he began counting again.

When he reached 3, the two of us blew at the single candle and the flame flickered for a moment before it disappeared, leaving a small trail of white smoke in its wake. Jeonghan pulled the candle out of the cupcake and I dipped my finger into the frosting and smeared it across my best friend’s cheek.

Jeonghan smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes before dipping this thumb into the white frosting and spreading it across my forehead. “Simbaaaaa.”

We both erupted into a fit of childish giggles as I tried to smear another glob of dense, sweet frosting onto his face, but he dodged my hand successfully. But because Jeonghan was blessed by the genetic gods and had much longer arms than I did, he was able to reach over and smudge another spot of white frosting onto the top of my nose.

“Ewww!” I cried loudly.

Jeonghan tried to shush me but it was too late. We heard a door upstairs opening, and a pair of footsteps moving down the stairs. Jeonghan and I held onto each other with bated breaths and when we heard the footsteps slowly fade away, we let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Maybe they’re just grabbing water or some-” As Jeonghan whispered into my ear, the doorknob of the small door rattled and opened, revealing Mrs. Yoon, half disheveled with a face mask.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to suppress the giggle that was threatening to erupt as Jeonghan fumbled to find the right words. “H-hi, mom. We were just-”

“Out. Both of you. Now.”

Uh oh.

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[solkver]

airdrop ⋆·˚ ༘ *

chapter 16... ᝰ.ᐟ are the gays done fighting yet?

content warning! written angst under the cut, violence/fighting, slight mentions of blood, lots of profanities, anton and y/n massive anger issues lol

✄┈┈┈┈ october 26, 2024 – 9:27 pm

"y/n" anton begins, hands on his hips, "what the fuck is going on with you and sohee?" a frown graces his features, clearly displeased with the situation.

"nothing" you answer clear as day, eyes honest. it makes anton fume, what do you mean nothing?

"I'm not playing y/n"

"I'm not either" you respond back just as quickly as anton retorts at you, "why are you always playing dumb with me y/n?" anton groans, a hand running through his tousled hair, "just answer me for real"

"nothing, anton. sohee and I are nothing."

anton sighs, frustrated as hell, "so, what? you guys sleep next to each other as friends?" anton dryly chuckles, "hell, you guys aren't even friends" and maybe anton was right, but something about hearing it from him irks you to your bone. but this is anton, your brother, you're never going to succumb to him, "yeah, basically"

"what?" anton asks, stunned.

"I said, we fuck around but thats it"

that seems to hit a nail in anton's head, his brows shoot up and his pupils are blown wide, "get your shit together y/n! he isn't one of your boytoys like before"

you frown at the term used, evidently offended. fuck, it makes your blood boil that anton had been digging at your past relationships from the get go, "sohee is my best friend, y/n. he's not some boy you meet at the bar and bring home"

you click your tongue, stepping closer to the fuming boy, anger levels slowly matching one another, "what if I want him to be my boytoy, then what chanyoung?"

that really does it for the younger, his hands flying to grab at the collar of your shirt, practically puncing on you "don't fucking call me that"

what kind of man were you if not pounce back at your brother, right? you snatch at his wrists and push him back, "what? chanyoung?"

really, you should've just stepped down from the pedestal of your pride because you're reminded just how much stronger anton had become when his fists meet your cheek, "I'm not fucking around, y/n. do you like sohee or not?"

you huff, your left hand cradling your punched cheek while your right grabs at the front of anton's shirt, your faces barely centimeters apart, "it's none of your business" you seethe, spitting a mix of drool and blood on the sand, a couple getting on anton's face before shoving him away and going back into your cabin.

no matter how angry you get at anton, you know better than to hit him back. you were better than that, way better. but with the bruise forming on your cheek, you really second doubt your choices. sigh.

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synopsis! bored sohee decides that airdropping memes at his best friend's gig would be the best way to kill the boredom. much to his luck, the drummer of his best friend's band, who he's been crushing on for years, is the one that got his meme airdropped to.

author's note! DONT JUMP ME FOR THE ANGST AND FIGHTING GUYS 😞😞😞 taglists still open!

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[kusakiguzen]

Hello 👋 um I don't know if your request is open, but could you do yandere Shanks x female reader headcanon. Like how Shanks meet the reader, how he got obsessed, etc. (Can you make it where shanks crew is obsessed with the reader too, not in a romantic way and helps shanks)

A/N: It took me a while to get a good enough idea and i have two. I feel this is soul less but i did my best with my degrading mental health right now. I hope you enjoy.

I'm not really familiar with the crew except Benn so i did include him. I don't think this is my best work and i honestly hate it and will probably try again once in a better headspace.

I apologize if its not up to your taste

Warning: Has a shit ton of grammatical mistakes, I'm so sorry

Thank you for stopping by

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the Red force. Laughter and the sounds of clashing swords filled the air, a reminder of the crew’s relentless spirit. You were nestled in a corner of the ship, blissfully unaware of the darker truths that surrounded you. As Ben Beckman’s little sister, you had grown up sheltered from the harsh realities of the world, always finding comfort in your brother’s protective presence.

Your first encounter with Shanks was a vivid memory. It had been a fateful day when your brother brought you on the infamous captain aboard the Red force for a visit. You had been playing with a few of the younger crewmates, their laughter echoing around you, when Ben approached, his usual calm demeanor slightly overshadowed by a hint of excitement.

“Y/N, come here! I want you to meet someone special,” he called, ushering you toward the main deck.

You followed, curious and eager. As you stepped into the sunlight, your eyes landed on the man with red hair, his grin wide and inviting. “Hey there! You must be Ben’s little sister. I’ve heard so much about you!”

Your heart raced at the sight of him. He was everything stories had described—a charismatic figure whose presence lit up the room. “Hi! I’m Y/N,” you said, beaming.

Shanks smiling while holding your hand, his playful nature shining through. “I hear you love adventures. How about we have one together? I could use a partner in crime!”

You giggled, completely taken in by his charm. “Really? That sounds amazing!”

That day marked the beginning of your bond with Shanks. He took you on a mini adventure around the ship, showing you the ropes and regaling you with tales of his travels. You listened, wide-eyed, as he spoke of battles and treasures, unaware of the underlying dangers that came with such a life.

As you laughed and explored, you felt a sense of warmth and safety that enveloped you. Little did you know that Shanks, even then, had been captivated by your innocence, seeing you as a light in a world filled with shadows.

Fast forward to the present, and Shanks was still a constant figure in your life, always by your side, watching over you with a mix of affection and an intensity that you couldn’t quite place.

“Hey, Y/N!” Shanks called out one afternoon, striding over with that signature grin. “What are you up to?”

“Just watching the waves,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with innocence. “It’s so peaceful!”

Shanks’ heart raced at your words. He loved how you saw the world, so untouched by the dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. “You know, the world isn’t as safe as it seems,” he said, his tone shifting ever so slightly. “But I promise to protect you, no matter what.”

You giggled, brushing off his concern. “I know! Ben would never let anything happen to me.”

At the mention of your brother, Shanks’ expression softened. Ben was fiercely protective, almost possessive, and the crew had come to share that sentiment. While they all adored you, their affection had a darker edge, something you remained blissfully unaware of.

“Ben’s always looking out for you,” Shanks agreed, stepping closer. “But sometimes, you need to rely on others too. Like me.”

You smiled, oblivious to the way his gaze lingered on you, filled with intensity. “Of course! You’re my favorite big brother figure!”

Shanks chuckled, though a hint of frustration bubbled beneath the surface. He wanted more than just the role of a guardian; he longed to claim you as his own. But he also understood that you were naive to the world's cruelties. That innocence was something he cherished, and he’d do anything to keep it intact.

Meanwhile, Ben watched from a distance, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed. He’d seen the way Shanks looked at you, and though he trusted his captain, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him. He would always prioritize your safety above all else, even if it meant keeping you sheltered from the crew's darker inclinations.

“Y/N!” Ben called, stepping forward. “How about a game? Just the two of us.”

You perked up, grateful for your brother’s attention. “Sure! What should we play?”

As you wandered off with Ben, Shanks watched, his expression conflicted. He loved you dearly, but he knew that your brother's presence would always be a barrier. Later that evening, as you prepared to settle down for the night, Ben and Shanks found a moment to speak privately.

“Shanks,” Ben began, his tone serious. “We both care about Y/N. We need to keep her safe.”

Shanks nodded, his expression hardening. “I agree. The world is dangerous, and we both know it. But together, we can protect her.”

Ben’s eyes narrowed. “We need to be vigilant. No one can get to her without going through us.”

“Exactly,” Shanks replied, a determined glint in his eye. “We’ll make sure she never sees the darkness of this world. We’re in this together, Ben. We’ll keep her innocent and happy, no matter what.”

Days passed, filled with laughter and adventures on the high seas. Yet, as you explored, the crew’s obsession grew, entwining around you like a vine. You remained blissfully unaware, believing the crew’s protectiveness stemmed from love and friendship. Little did you know, their hearts were tied together by a darker thread, one that bound them to you more tightly than any affection could.

One night, as the stars twinkled above, you sat on the deck, lost in thought. Shanks approached, leaning against the railing beside you. “You okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah! Just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you all,” you replied, your eyes shining with sincerity.

Shanks’ smile faltered for a brief moment, replaced by a more serious look. “You have no idea how lucky you are… or how dangerous this world can be.”

You tilted your head, confused. “I mean, I’ve heard stories, but it doesn’t feel that way here.”

“Exactly,” Shanks said, his voice low. “And that’s how it should stay. As long as we’re here, you’ll always be safe.”

You grinned, completely missing the intensity behind his words. “I know! You all make me feel so protected.”

As the night deepened, Shanks’ hand brushed against yours, an electric jolt that sent a thrill down your spine. You looked up, meeting his gaze, still unaware of the storm brewing within him.

The next day, Ben noticed the lingering touches and exchanged glances. He felt the urge to intervene, to remind Shanks of the boundaries. But deep down, he understood the allure of your innocence—the way it made everyone around you feel alive, almost compelled to keep you close.

“Let’s go on an adventure today!” you suggested, breaking the tension.

“Count me in,” Ben replied, masking his unease with a smile. Shanks nodded, but a flicker of possessiveness gleamed in his eye. He wouldn’t let anyone take you away from him.

As you laughed and played with your brother and the crew, you remained blissfully unaware of the intertwining shadows of yandere love that surrounded you. The Red-Haired Pirates had claimed you as their treasure, and they would go to any lengths to protect you, even if it meant shielding you from the very truths of the world that would shatter your innocence.

In the embrace of their twisted affection, you danced on the edge of a dangerous precipice, blissfully ignorant of the love that could turn to obsession at a moment's notice. And so, the sweet story of your life with the yandere Shanks and Ben continued, a delicate balance of joy and darkness that only time would reveal.

A/N: I didn't particularly like this piece but i still posted it.

Umm i hope you enjoy reading it @wereallmadhere666

Stay Safe, Healthy and Hydrated

[beiasluv]

Kind of niche but what would happen if Lo’ak had a twin sister that was his polar opposite (calm, a healer, rule follower) but always gets dragged along on his dumb adventures anyway lol

lo’ak x polar opposite twin

a/n: so basically a female version of neteyam 😭 | anyways, enjoy 🤍

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neteyam was thrilled when he learned that his younger sibling is not just a sibling but siblings

obviously, lo’ak came out of neytiri first. the gene is strong, people

you followed closely behind your twin brother

since a youngling, jake and neytiri noticed how their twins are similar yet different in so many ways

for sure, you guys are both more expressive and emotionally intelligent than the other sullys

jake spots his oldest daughter comforting a hurting animal or her siblings every now and then.

when you were just a toddler, barely walking, you were wiping a tear off his face. he didn’t know whether to continue crying or jumping up and down

lo’ak is more expressive when he is fighting for what he love, and that is what he prioritizes. sadly, jake dismissed his actions now and then

for instance, when he was trying to prove himself that payakan isn’t a killer to jake, he was dismissed as a troublemaker :(

you guys are very protective of each other, despite trying to kill each other as a toddler💀

so like, neteyam, kiri, jake, and neytiri would play together on the hammock. and then there is you and lo’ak fighting for a piece of snack

definitely learned to babble bad words at each other at very young age

cuz y’know you gotta learn how to protect yourself

but twins can only get so similar…(yes, i know, the sixth sense and all of that but…)

you are calmer, a healer, and a rule follower

neteyam favored you a little more than lo’ak, just because you are a little bit calmer :(

your twin brother? quite the opposite…

very TURBULENT, a fighter, and a rule breaker *insert jake face palming here*

often many:

y/n: “lo’ak no!”

lo’ak: “lo’ak yes!”

“bitch!”

but he is your brother after all, you will follow him wherever it takes

so basically, dragging yourself into trouble everytime. and if you haven’t caught it yet, jake is not happy about this.

probably because lo’ak is just using you to lessen the trouble jake will get him if he sees his weakness, you.

doing those bargaining EVERY-TIME

“please, come with me, i promise to keep you safe!” he urged you as he pulled on your arm.

“no, i am not falling for your trick again, what will i get? nothing!”

“please, please, please, i promise i will be good, please, i’ll cover the chores for this month,” he begged you on the floor.

“…”

“please, my beloved sister, i am begging you, dad will kill me if i am caught alone,” he hugged your leg.

“pl-ease, you know how this will end, so why are you still doing it?”

“pleaseeeee, 3 months, 3 months i’ll cover your chores”

“fine…and you better get my ass out if dad caught us”

“yes, ma’am”

always cursing at him but at the same time following behind his trail

mumbling things like: “dad’s going to kill you” “i think i wanna go back” “i don’t think that is a good idea” “let’s not go in there”

sometimes eywa is on your side and you came back unharmed and “uncaught”

but sometimes it doesn’t get so lucky.

even though you guys seemed like you would be pushing the blame on each other, you actually love him too much to see him get the blame himself.

especially when you know he is neglected by your dad the most, you just wanna make him feel a little bit better.

of course, he is always compared to neteyam and you got it a little bit easier because jake is such a girl dad

lo’ak just need a little more love and you are there to remind him that you care for him

for instance, one time, you got caught wandering into the forest at night with lo’ak. JUST BECAUSE he wanted to impress a girl and go find some plant that only glows in the night-

jake was mad MAD

he was like:

“SIT DOWN!” he ordered you both, you quickly gathered your tail and whimpered down to the floor. lo’ak stared hardly at your dad.

“please, lo’ak, just-“ you tugged his leg.

“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU! AND WHY would you drag your sister into this!” he was breathing in and out quickly and he tried to calm himself down.

“i am so-“

“please, dad, it wasn’t his fault, i am-“

“oH, i don’t think so, please, sweetheart, stop taking blame for each other, for eywa’s sake!” he shouted with the back of his throat, trying not the make the situation worst. you whimpered in your spot as your ear dropped back.

jake will feel bad for shouting at you more than lo’ak, so eventually he just dismissed you both 🙁 (butitmeansthathisplanworked)

BUT you love your twin too much that you will patch him up every time

earning “ouch”s and “ow”s from your brother as you did his wound intentionally harsher than before

“why are you doing this on purpose!” “OW-!”

“please, i am tired of you breaking the rules, sorry, i have to fight fire with fire,” you dapped the cloth on his wound.

anyways, just two siblings trying to get along as a kid, but ended up being the most supportive to each other when they grow up.

got those “no you can not have my french fries, but you can have my liver if you are going to die.”

take care guys! stay hydrated! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[writerfae]

The sound of childhood lost

His mother’s singing had always been one of Talon’s favorite sounds.

When he was younger he heard it a lot, grew up with the soothing melody of her voice.

It was beautiful, just like his mother was. Joyful. Gentle. Calming.

His mother’s singing moved everyone, always calming a younger Talon down when he cried, always making his sister Sera smile.

It even managed to soften the usually stern expression on his father’s face, tender tunes smoothing the rough edges of his guarded heart.

Talon could’ve listened to her sing for hours without getting tired of it.

And his mother sang often, back when he was younger.

She loved to do it, for it reminded her of home. Of her childhood back in a house filled with melodies, of the hours she spent making music with her siblings.

With one of them in particular.

Kieran was his mother’s favorite brother, had been ever since they were children. And Talon, too, had loved his uncle dearly. There were times where he had felt closer to him than to his own father.

It was him who introduced Talon to the violin:

Playing for him when he was but a little baby, gifting him his very own violin for his fifth birthday and teaching him some of his favorite compositions when Talon had shown a talent for handling the instrument.

He always insisted that Talon had a special gift, that he was even better than Kieran himself.

This claim had filled Talon with pride, but secretly he had always disagreed.

No one played the violin quite like his uncle did. No one made people weep, made them smile or laugh or dance with their music like him.

Like his mother’s voice, Kieran playing the violin was one of Talon’s favorite sounds.

And combined, he adored it even more.

Whenever Kieran came to visit them, him and Talon’s mother would play music. And Talon had loved it.

Together, the two made for a melody that was quite enchanting, an harmony unlike any other.

The harmony of two siblings that loved making music - and loved each other.

It was the sound of his childhood.

Until one day, the music stopped. Kieran died, sudden and unexpected.

And with the death of her beloved brother, his mother’s singing went silent.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

SCRAMBLES IN-

Ive had Cotl Bishop relapse and stumbled across your one bed trope with them-

What if lamb catches on that something more might be brewing and lowkey ships it, so they just upgrade the already existing hut instead of building a new one.

And just a few headcanons as to how reader and bishops grow closer/realisation that their cult leader ships it?

(I think it would be funny if at dinner one time lamb just asks 'so when are you gonna ask them out?' and that sentence alone almost kills the bishops again /joke)

P.s would reader be allowed to be a cuddle bug?

P.s.s sorry if this a lot, feel free to pick and choose what parts of the idea you want to include or not. If you want to cut down on the amount of characters Shamura and Leshy would be preffered. ^^

Lambert playing matchmaker w/ you and the bishops

rubs my little hands- you guys ever make all your other followers to go sleep on holy day rituals but leave just 2 followers (that you ship together) alone so they can actually befriend each other and/or fall in love or is that just me notes: reader is gn, playing off of the one bed trope post , post game but not post final quest, short time jump so its at least within a few weeks of the respective bishop joining the cult, written on mobile cws: implied freaky stuff but like "lambert jokes about sending them and you to the mating tent to try to bring you two closer"

Leshy

He hardly needs the Lambe help to make his move on you, hes still got that god like arrogance... he sometimes pops out of the ground just to bug you while you're working... may attempt to drag you off to do something else

...it does sometimes take him a while to recognize the feelings as romantic, before he just loved how attentive you were to him.. it reminded him of how his followers used to fawn over him in godhood

Probably has the balls to scurry into your bed and ask to huddle up with you- it's too cold in this shelter, hes a bug! Hes cold blooded! Warm him up!! ..his moss.. leaves.. things... dont feel too bad.. and if it's too hot? The moss is cool to the touch! It's a win no matter the condition!

If he could glare at the lamb he would, the question of when hes going to ask you out doesnt make him falter... grumbles under his breath about the lamb being annoying and to go away... he cant see the smirk they're giving him

Finds himself working in the same areas as you- if you're chopping wood hes chopping wood.. and so on... not that hes actually going to do work, hes going to attempt to drag you off somewhere

Heket

Shes like her younger brother, shes confident enough to eventually make a move when she feels its right... she won't turn you down for a cuddle session even if shes not entirely a cuddler...

The lamb catches her beelining for wherever you're working to make sure you're not overworking yourself- and how she sometimes forcefully drags you to get some water or to take a break

She actually can glare, and the look she gives the lamb is enough to kill but they remain unphased and ask if she wants them to assign her to the same jobs as you

Super straight forward when she does ask you out, torn vocal cords make it hard to dance around topics- it may almost come off as a threat but that's just because of the growl and strain, her body language tells you shes trying to be tender

Kallamar

If he didnt feel humiliated from getting his ass beat twice by the lamb he would waste no time in trying to romance you- if he had met you later after hes been in the cult for longer, then itd be a different case...

Hes more subtle, testing the waters to see if you're receptive slowly getting bolder with time until hes basically flirting with you

Damn near inks himself when the lamb asks him when he plans on asking you out... would he like it if they sent the two of you to the mating tent to spend some time together? They say it jokingly but he nearly jumps on the offer... though he'd much rather the idea come from you

Subtly brags about his past accomplishments to try to win you over, regardless of if you know he was a bishop or not

Shamura

Slow slow burn, theyve never rushed into relationships so why start now? They want to know all there is to know about you before committing to you.... this leads to a lot of late night talks in your shared hut

Waits until you're both done with your work for the day before coming to you

To outsiders there doesnt seem to be any feelings on their end- but to their siblings and the lamb.. they can tell.. it also helps when at least one of those people can read minds

They don't give much of a reason to the lamb asking when they're going to ask you out- actually they answer honestly if theyve already decided when

Bonus they chirp/purr at you. Literally the only hint to you that they might have some attraction to you prior to asking you out- excluding them outright saying they think you're beautiful or a good companion to have or the longing gazes or how they guide your hands for a task or-

[cranberrv]

so high school

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you run into your high-school sweetheart, darrel curtis.

( a/n : this isn’t my best work but not every piece has to be my fave! hope u cuties enjoy nonetheless, sorry i have no idea how to write darry )

his brown eyes met yours from across the classroom for the first time since grade 12.

your heart sank. you thought darry would’ve left by now, started his career as a successful football player or something even better, but he was standing in your classroom, still in tulsa.

your entire teenage years flash before your eyes — running on the field to kiss the quarterback, playing kiss marry kill, driving to parties, meeting his family. he looked the same.

darry’s eyes widen as he sees you. he elbows ponyboy. “you did not tell me that y/n l/n was your geography teacher.” he whispers.

“you’d of freaked if i had told you, man,” ponyboy whispers back.

tonight was parent-teacher interviews. one of your best students was ponyboy curtis, little brother of your high-school sweetheart. they were greasers, and you were a soc, but that never stopped you from going over to their house everyday, back when you were bittersweet 16.

“darry curtis,” you say softly, smiling gently. “long time no see.”

he avoids your gaze, his cheeks glowing pink. “yeah, nice to see you, y/n.”

“feel free to take a seat,” you offer, and they sit in front of your desk.

you begin talking about ponyboy — his incredible grades, your insistence on him participating more, assuring darry that ponyboy has a high chance of getting into a good post-secondary school.

you look at darry again. you have to address the elephant in the room — it would be weird not to. “this is weird, isn’t it?” you ask, voice soft. “i mean, we met in this school, and now i’m teaching your younger brother.”

“yeah, i guess so,” he agrees. “i honestly thought you would’ve left this dump by now, you always talked about wanting to move to new york city or toronto or somethin’.”

“yeah, plans changed.” you shrug. “i thought you would’ve moved by now, too.”

“plans changed,” he repeats, quoting you. you smile at him.

“what have you been up to since high school?” you ask him. “still play football?”

“i roof houses.” he answers. “but yeah, sometimes i fool around with football. not as much, though.”

“you were good,” you compliment.

“thanks,” he answers. he is never this awkward, what is happening? “you still into reading and history and stuff?”

“yeah,” you answer. “i mean, ponyboy can tell you, i never shut up about it when i’m teaching. always got a new book to talk about.”

and there we go. the conversation is back to ponyboy. “oh, that’s nice. pony only talks good about you. just never pieced together that it was you.”

“yeah, well, guess you thought i would’ve been gone by now.”

“guess so,” he agrees. “glad you’re not.”

you smile at him.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

the following weeks, you’d notice ponyboy talking to you a bit more whenever he could in class, talking to you about darry. and when you walked into the DX, sodapop asked if you were “darry’s chick,” and you had no idea how to respond.

flowers started blooming at the local park in your neighbourhood, so you decided to take a walk and pick some to decorate your classroom and decorate them for spring.

everything reminded you of him — you walked past a small punch of pink tulips. he got you tulips for your grade 11 semi-formal. he got them for a discount at the gas station, it was all he could afford. they were beautiful.

while you were walking, you spotted a gang of greasers. darry was with them, he was the tallest and stuck out like a sore thumb among the pink and yellow flowers and blossoming trees.

sodapop and ponyboy spotted you instantly, catching your eye and then telling the rest of the gang that you were here. they all excitedly started pressuring darry to go talk to you. you overheard the giggles and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

darry walked up to you after a few moments of resistance. you looked stunning — your hair gently waving in the warm breeze, a handful of wildflowers in your grasp. and you were smiling at him!

“hi darry,” you greet. he starts walking beside you, leaving his friends behind.

“hey, y/n,” he says. his voice is deeper than it was when you knew him. “it was real nice seein’ you at ponyboy’s parent-teacher thing.”

you agree, and then he speaks again. “i just, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.”

“what about?” you ask with a tilt of your head.

“okay, so i know we dated back in high school and stuff,” he starts. “it was real fun. we had some good times.”

“yeah, we did.” you agree.

“do you want to try again?” he asks you. his muscular body and his intimidating looks would be nothing if you heard how he was speaking now. it felt wholesome, shy, like how he asked you out in high school.

you take a second to think. you remember how you felt when he took another girl to prom 3 weeks after you broke up, you remember how that hurt you and how you wanted to kill him. but you remember watching shows with him on saturday nights, you remember kissing in the backseat, you remember his mom, mrs. curtis, kissing you on the cheek the first time you met her. you remember cheering when he got a touchdown, you remember him kissing tears off your face when he got hurt in a rumble. you remember the good and the bad. and when you look back up at him, you feel so high school.

“yeah,” you say softly. “i would love that, darry.”

[slut4celebs]

Two Superstars in a Room... They Might Kiss

Reneé Rapp x Reader

Word Count: 1,087 words

Trigger Warnings: oblivious Reneé Rapp, but that's not much of a trigger.

Request/Synopsis: Combining this request: "can you do something like actress!reader x reneé" with this request: "Renee x reader where they’re friends and Renee is convinced reader is straight because reader never really makes a big deal out of her sexuality, so Renee keeps thinking her crush is unrequited even though reader keeps flirting with her" because I thought they fit well together.

Requests are: open.

Reneé was starting to believe that she was going insane. (Y/n), her longtime crush and best friend, had just invited her to a movie premier. She was starring in a movie alongside Timothée Chalamet, who happens to be her Sex Lives of College Girls co-star's younger brother. Reneé's problem wasn't with him or the premier, but it was the fact that (Y/n) asked her in the flirtiest way possible. First, she did it like some kind of promposal. She held up a sign asking her if she would like to be her date, then she kissed Reneé directly on the cheek. What was she supposed to do with that? Her cheeks had turned a deep shade of red at both, the way she asked and the kiss. She didn't know how to handle it, and it turned into a two hour conversation with Aliyah. Aliyah claimed (Y/n) was flirting, but Reneé kept denying the fact. (Y/n) had to be one hundred percent straight.

When the day came, the two met up, both already adorned in their dresses and their make-up professionally done. "Wow, Reneé…" (Y/n) said as she took in the way the girl in front of her looked. The way (Y/n)'s eyes travelled her body made her blush, again. The deep shade of red decorating her cheeks despite the heavy foundation and pink blush already put there. She shook away the thoughts that were circulating her head, reminding herself that (Y/n) was, in fact, straight. She probably had a thing for Timothée. A deep sigh threatened to leave her lips, but she instead thanked her and gave her a quick hug before they got in the vehicle that would be taking the, to the premier.

Upon arriving, it was a whirlwind of dating questions between (Y/n) and both Reneé and Timothée as reporters tried to figure out who (Y/n) was into. "You guys are very nosy, huh?" She asked with a playful raise of her brow, making the press knew she was joking and to be played off as coy. One wrong step with reporters and they will tell the world you are rude and you could be seen as someone who doesn't want to work with other. This problem has been especially big for women, take Chappell Roan at the VMA's, for example. "I'll tell you that someone does peak my interest. That's all you get tonight. Now, take some pictures of me and my beautiful date." She winked at the people before posing with Reneé. Reneé tried not to focus on the fact that (Y/n) confessed that someone peaked her interest. Especially when she was so sure it was Timothée or some other guy she probably met on set.

Reneé was starting to feel like she had enough, she didn't understand how (Y/n) could flirt with her so consistently while having a crush on someone else. Though, to be fair, this was something Reneé did, too. She has confessed on multiple occasions that she loves to flirt and to be flirted with. Could that be why (Y/n) is doing this? She felt like maybe she should tell her how she felt in order to create a boundary, but at the same time she was incredibly scared to lose her best friend. This would be so much easier if Reneé knew (Y/n)'s sexuality, but the girl never discussed it at all, never making a big deal of it. "Let's just say, I'm confident in my feelings." Was always (Y/n)'s answer, and it made Reneé feel like she could both fight and kiss (Y/n) for the very vague but emotionally mature answer.

As the two approached her castmates, which consisted of Timothée Chalamet, Rachel Sennott, and Lola Tung (the main cast), they all cheered at (Y/n)'s entrance before wrapping Reneé up in hugs quickly. "So, this is the girl who (Y/n) never shuts up about." Rachel grinned, winking over at (Y/n) who playfully flipped her off. Of course, Reneé had already met Timothée due to Pauline and Lola had already been friends with her (Reneé even sang 'One Less Lonely Girl to Lola before), so she needed no introduction there. She was still pretty excited to meet Rachel, though, due to her acting in Bottoms, which Reneé and (Y/n) swore would be a cult classic after watching it.

"Do not say I talk about her all the time. She doesn't need to know how in love with her I am." (Y/n) raised a brow towards Rachel. In a way, this confused Reneé as she recognized this look as when (Y/n) was like 'Oh my God, if you don't shut up.' Could that mean there was some truth in her comment. A weird fluttering filled Reneé's chest as (Y/n) took her hand and led her to her seats. It was a feeling synonymous to feeling hopeful. She gave (Y/n)'s hand a testing squeeze, only to earn a broad grin being sent her way from the girl in front of her. And things slowly began to click for Reneé. "Okay, so these are our seats… Should we get snacks?"

Reneé stared at their seats for a moment, taking in the barely inhabited theater. Everyone was still taking in the festivities outside with the pictures and interviews. "What if I wanted to kiss you? Right here, right now. I want to kiss you. Would you kiss me back?" Reneé questioned boldly. She was used to being bold in every situation, but this one was making her feel an extreme bundle of nerves build in the pit of her stomach. She would feel mortified if (Y/n) rejected her then and there in front of the couple of people there, whose attention she did pull.

(Y/n) was shocked at first, not caring about the few people in the room with her. Her heart was racing at Reneé's words as she bit her bottom lip to contain her grin, even just a bit. "I'd say to do it. That I want you to kiss me. That I was planning on doing it after the film because I was too nervous to do it before or the day I asked you to come here." (Y/n) admitted softly. At the end of her admission, her senses were taken by the blonde, who allowed their lips to crash in to each other's. She quickly kissed back, bringing Reneé in by the waist as the blonde held her cheeks. More people were pooling in and Reneé pulled away reluctantly.

"So, you were saying..? About the snacks?"

[zaczenemiji]

Tabito Karasu Headcannons

where reader is a hyper-independent eldest daughter of an Asian household who also happens to be the student council president

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

These HCs are based on my 5-chapter-long Tabito Karasu x Reader on AO3. I highly recommend reading that too as it contains all the emotions, details, and the full story.

✧ "What can I say? I've got a talent for winning,” he says whenever someone asks how he scored the student council president.

✧ After training, he’d go back to school to fetch you whenever you stay behind to finish your student council duties.

✧ Always insists on helping you—he doesn’t stop at the polite offer or the half-hearted “Let me know if you need anything.”

✧ He simply did things for you, without question, without hesitation, and without making you feel like you owed him anything in return.

✧ Brings you food at the student council room whenever you’re so caught up in work that you didn’t notice it was well past lunch.

✧ Then he would sit across from you as if it were the most natural thing in the world to keep you company.

✧ The list goes on: Karasu helps you review for exams, reminding you to take breaks when you were clearly overworking yourself, or simply showing up when you least expected it.

✧ He would take on tasks you stubbornly refused to delegate, even if it meant showing up early or staying late himself.

✧ But he doesn’t try to take over or do things for you that you could handle yourself. He simply… supported you.

✧ Hates seeing you put everyone else’s needs above your own. And he hates how no one seemed to notice—how no one insisted you take care of yourself.

✧ Wants to be the one you relied on—the one you turned to when the world felt heavy.

✧ He cares for you in ways no one else ever had—quietly steps in when you needed it most, without taking away the independence you valued so deeply.

✧ Karasu always finds excuses to stay with you a little longer together.

✧ NEVER lets you walk home alone. He listens to you talk about your day as carries your bag without asking.

✧ 24/7 tells you you’re beautiful—all the time, followed by a kiss—on your forehead, cheeks, lips, anywhere his lips could touch you.

✧ Whenever he hugs you, he’d hold you tight as if to make the moment last forever.

✧ To say that your family loves him is an understatement. He quickly became a part of it in ways that surprised even you.

✧ He’d play soccer with your younger brother and would lift your little sister onto his shoulders and swing her around until she was giggling uncontrollably.

✧ Sometimes when your schedule gets hectic, he’d offer to be the one to fetch your younger siblings on your behalf and they would end up picking you up instead.

✧ Always brags about you in front of his family. So when you first came over to his house, you were referred to as the girl he can’t stop talking about.

✧ He’s definitely a girlfriend’s boy—“Sorry, I’ve got plans with my girlfriend,” he’d say, unapologetic to his friends, choosing to spend his free time with you.

✧ His possessiveness came out in subtle ways—a hand on your back, an arm slung over your shoulder, or fingers intertwined with yours. He wanted everyone to know you were his.

✧ “Let them stare,” he’d say, smirking.

✧ Loves you so much—you are everything to him.

✧ So if he loses at soccer, if he doesn’t become the greatest striker in the world—it’s fine. Because he has you.

✧ That was his real goal. You were his greatest win.

@mianbaobaoo @thetwinkims @arlecchinoftl @karasuglazer @axjisai @egoistlino

[ephie-om]

Asmodeus sat curled up comfortably in a chair shaping his nails. It was a rare night at home for him, but it was one he sorely needed. Even he could get tired of the constant attention. Soft music played from a small speaker on his nightstand as he closed his eyes and leaned back. Footsteps sounded from the foyer and he made a quick mental inventory of everyone in the house. Levi was in his room, so was Satan, Beel was at a party and Belphie was much lighter on his feet than whoever this was. That left Mammon and Lucifer, and judging by the amount of noise echoing through the house, it had to be the younger of the two.

The footsteps trod down the hall slowly. He heard breathing, then a small hiccup. That didn't sound like Mammon. Confused, he slid off the chair and cracked open his door. Sure enough, there stood Lucifer. His blood-red waistcoat caught the eye, as did his starched collar he must have unbuttoned hours ago, judging by the wrinkles. He must have discarded his heavy cloak at the door. He swayed as he stood, and the smell of alcohol finally reached Asmo's nose.

Lucifer registered the sound of the door and locked eyes with his brother. Red eyes gleamed as he smiled and started to walk towards Asmo. "I was just going to my room."

Asmo laughed softly. It was so rare to see Lucifer relaxed like this. Only when he wasn't quite in his right mind would he finally let his shoulders drop and his gait slacken. He reached Asmo in a few unsteady steps, and rather than stop to keep the distance between them, he collided unceremoniously with Asmo's shoulder. The smaller demon stumbled under the weight, but Lucifer was unrelenting. "I missed you," he mumbled. "I missed everyone."

Asmo managed to get his feet back under him and steadied Lucifer. "You were only gone for a few hours." Lucifer sighed, a familiar sound.

"It's a long time," he said simply. "And I missed all of you."

Asmo couldn't help but smile at that. Though he never doubted Lucifer loved his brothers, it was nice to be reminded sometimes.

"It's not like you to come home so late. You ought to get to bed." Lucifer grumbled something unintelligible, probably about how he was perfectly fine. As the light shifted on his face, Asmo could finally see that he had gone out in his version of full glam makeup: a shimmer in the inner corner of his eye and concealer. "And we need to get this makeup off of you before it ruins your beautiful skin." Lucifer scrunched up his face, doubtless about to protest, but Asmo took the opportunity to steer him into the chair he had occupied just a minute ago.

He filled a cup with water from the bathroom sink and gave it to Lucifer, who obediently drank. Soaking a cotton pad with makeup remover, he held his brother's face in place as he went to work. No complaints came from Lucifer; in fact, he looked positively serene. Content, for once, to be taken care of.

Asmo finally broke the silence. "So, are you going to tell me what you were up to?" Lucifer laughed, and the smile wrinkled the corners of his eyes.

"You sound like me."

Asmo did his best Lucifer impression, pursed his lips raised an eyebrow coldly. Lucifer nearly doubled over from laughter and Asmo watched, delighted. "I do not look like that!"

"Of course you don't look like that. My hair is much more put together." Lucifer laughed again for a long time, his cheeks flushed an even deeper red. He finally took a few breaths and collected himself.

"It was a party. It was supposed to- I'm not joking, it really was a party. It was supposed to be a formal event, but when I got there the music was loud and everyone had their shoes off and I guess I was just drawn in by it." He had a far-off look in his eyes and a soft smile graced his face. "I really had a good time. I can't remember when I last danced in front of people like that," he said, almost embarrassed but maybe not sober enough to be.

He was lost in thought for a while, and Asmo kept wiping his face even though the makeup was long gone, not quite willing to let the moment end.

Lucifer stretched his legs out, yawning as he realized how tired he'd become. "You should get to bed," Asmo chided. Lucifer nodded in response, but made no move to get up.

"In a minute." He closed his eyes and folded his hands across his stomach.

"Lucifer."

"This chair is really comfortable, you know that?"

Asmo sighed and plopped down on his bed to finish his nails. Maybe his brother could stay for a little bit longer. He started to talk about his day, the latest trends, Mammon's new modeling gig, not really caring whether Lucifer was listening. Lucifer's breathing slowed eventually and his head dropped against the back of the chair. Asmo clicked his tongue and got up to cover him with a blanket. It was pink and floral, and Asmo was taken back to a time when he was just a young angel.

Lucifer tucked his siblings in every night, with Mammon's help when he got older. Asmo used to beg and whine for a pretty blanket, insisting he wouldn't sleep well with an ugly one. Eventually Lucifer had bought him his very own, with pink hydrangeas embroidered on it. He has treasured that blanket, even when Lucifer stopped tucking them in. For a brief moment Asmo wondered where it had gone, before realizing it had probably been burned along with all of their other angelic possessions. He smiled to himself looking at the blanket covering his brother, and wondered if the blanket itself was ever really that special.

[ryker-writes]

hehehe finished it sooner than I thought

Here's the second part! If you didn't see the first part, you can find it here

Warning: spoilers for book 6

Request rules and Masterlists

Broken Sibling relationships

Idia as a sibling (Broken relationship continued...)

eventually, you and Idia ended up at NRC together

your parents even decided he could bring the fake Ortho with him

all three of you got assigned to Ignihyde

still, Idia avoided you, and you avoided the fake Ortho

it was difficult since Idia always had the robot doing things for him around Ignihyde and the rest of the school

there was one time that it tried to talk to you

"I wanted to try and find a way for you and big brother to make up! We're family, and I think it would make you both much happier if you did. Then we can all play video games together, just like we used to. I really miss that and I know he does to. Don't you miss it?"

of course you did

you wanted nothing more than to play games with Idia and Ortho

but as the Ortho look-alike said that it missed playing games, you could help but think of the real Ortho

and once again, you're brought back to the scene of Ortho being ripped apart in front of you

a memory that served as a constant reminder that this was not the real Ortho

despite the robot's nice request, you couldn't do it

as long as Idia saw that robot as Ortho, you would never be able to be near them

months later, Charon broke into the school and took many students

a few even stopped you saying they needed you back at Styx

if you had to go then your parents must not be at the facility

which meant Idia and Ortho would be going too

not having much of a choice, you went with them back to the Island of Woe

the goal was to gather more data on the overblots at NRC

though you didn't need to do much work, your presence was still required

if anything went wrong they needed a Shroud to help fix the facility

that was your role

to sit there just in case something went wrong

Idia was the one working and running the tests

you were required to be near or in the main control room just in case

so when Styx started having an emergency lockdown, you were there

Idia had disappeared and the staff were saying that they couldn't override it

you quickly entered the Shroud authorization into the system, but it didn't work

the fake Ortho appeared as a hologram in front of you

"Sorry! I can't allow you to stop this."

"What's going on?"

"Me and big bro are working together. We're going to be heroes, just like we said when we were younger! All we have to do is open the underworld and release the phantoms to reset the world. Once that's done, we can do whatever we want! We can all play together again and be happy! You should help us!"

"You can't reset the world! Idia of all people should know that the real Ortho wouldn't want that!"

The robots expression shifted to one more...familiar, and he spoke in a much calmer tone

"I know. But I want you and big bro to be happy. My death has torn you two apart, and I'm sorry. You two deserve to be happy, no matter what it takes."

the hologram then disappeared

that didn't seem like it was the robot talking...it reminded you of Ortho

could he really have been talking to you?

that should be impossible but some part of you was saying that it was the truth

that was the real Ortho talking

he wanted you and Idia to be happy

of course he did

that's just like Ortho

you could feel tears running down your cheeks, but you didn't care

you got to talk to your brother again

Idia...

you want him to be happy too

but is resetting the world really the way to do it?

no, that would only make things worse

you had to help the other NRC students stop him

But there was no way you could face Idia and Ortho like this

What would you even say to help them?

After so long of Idia and you avoiding each other, what could you even say?

You wouldn’t be much help going down into Tartarus with the others anyway

Ever since what happened to Ortho, you can’t bring yourself to face the phantoms

So, you did your best to help them from the main control room

And you watched everything from the cameras

…including Idia’s overblot

You didn’t even think it was possible because of the Shroud family curse, but there he was

and he was attached to a giant phantom

but it wasn't just a phantom

it was Ortho

it used his voice and personality

some of it may be the robot, but you know the real Ortho is also in there

has the blot reached him too?

even though you were just watching through the cameras, you felt terrified

Were you about to lose both of your brothers for good?

but there was nothing you could do aside from watch the others battle Idia

thankfully, they were able to beat him, but Idia and Ortho both fell down into the underworld

Vil jumped after them and pulled Idia out

...but Ortho couldn't be saved

once again, Ortho had died

and it hurt all over again

but at the very least, you got to talk to the real Ortho again

Vil and the other students were talking to Idia about everything, and he closed the gate to the underworld

the others ended up coming out of Tartarus, and leaving, but Idia and you had to stay and fix Styx

he spent some time down in Tartarus before finally coming up

even then, he didn't talk to you

Styx was back up and running pretty quickly after that

and Idia shut himself in his old room again for a few hours

you dreaded what was happening

would he just make another replacement for Ortho?

sure enough, when he came out there was another robot following him

when you and Idia saw each other, he froze

he wasn't avoiding complete eye contact, but he wasn't saying anything

feeling nothing but disappointment in him for making another robot, you left

left him in the hallway, left Styx, left the Island of Woe, and went back to the school

not to long after, the both of them came back too

and things were back to normal for a while

you avoided the robot, and Idia avoided you

except, he didn't completely avoid you anymore

he (or sometimes his tablet) would hover in the same room as you, before sighing and leaving

that was pretty much the extent of it

until one day, there was a knock at your door

when you opened the door, Idia was standing there with the game you all used to play together in his hands

"I...I know that isn't Ortho. He knows it too, and I'm not going to force him to be Ortho anymore. He's developed his own personality...but he still wants to be part of our family. You don't have accept that right away...I just figured...the real Ortho wanted us to be happy. So, uh, do you maybe want to...play a game or two?"

[mamaestapa]

The Name Game

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You and Joe decide on a name for your baby boy

•word count: 3.9k

•warnings: pregnancy, hormones, JEALOUS JOE, slight body image issues, mentions of past "relationships", baby burrow has the hiccups, some angst, but this chapter is really just pure fluff<3

series masterlist

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June 12, 2023

6 months pregnant

Today, you were supposed to go out to lunch with Emma, but she had to cancel for a last minute 4D ultrasound. So instead of indulging in your most recent craving (cheese fries), you were sat on the couch cuddled up under your favorite fluffy white throw blanket, reading through a "What To Expect When You're Expecting" pregnancy book. While the book had some pretty interesting things to say about pregnancy and postpartum, you were really only reading it to pass time.

You were currently waiting for Joe to get home from his golf tournament with some friends from college. After Emma canceled lunch, you had asked Joe if you could go and spectate the tournament. It would give you something to do and get you out of the house for some fresh air. Joe immediacy turned down your request, saying he didn't want you to be bored out of your mind in the heat all day. As much as you did want to get out and see some of your mutual friends from college, you also wanted to stay inside where it was cool. The June humidity and being six months pregnant was not the greatest mix.

As you were reading through the section of the book about the third trimester, you heard the door to the garage open. Joe was finally home. You closed your book and set it on the couch, throwing the blanket off your body as you stood up from the couch. Just as you got up, Joe walked into the living room. A wide smile graced his features when he saw you standing by the couch. "Hey, you." He greeted as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You smiled softly and hummed contently as you let the side of your face rest against Joe's chest. Joe's loving embrace and strong arms never failed to bring a smile to your face.

"How was golf?" you asked. Joe nodded as you pulled away from the hug. He brought a hand up to his face to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "It was good. Didn't play my best, but I'm not much of a golf guy. I mainly went to catch up with the guys."

"I'm glad you had a good time," you said with a small smile, "who won?"

"Nick," Joe let out a small sigh before he continued speaking, "he says hi by the way, and he wants to see you before he goes back to San Francisco."

You pushed your bottom lip out slightly as you placed your hands over your heart, "Awe, I miss him."

Joe chuckled, "He misses you too."

Your smile fell as you narrowed your eyes slightly, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked at Joe, "Does he know I'm pregnant? Because I never told him."

"Yes," Joe chuckled, "he knows you're pregnant. He was one of the first people I told." You nodded, a small smile gracing your features once again. You were about to say something when Joe cut you off, with an enthusiastic "Oh!" You cocked your head to the side, eyeing Joe with wonder.

"That reminds me," he began. "I left a gift Nick has for you, well for us, in the car. I'm going to shower real quick then I'll go get it." 

A gift from Nick? This could either be something really good or really bad. You never know with Nick.

"Okay..." you trailed off, "What kind of gift?"

"You'll see," Joe leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, "I'm going to shower." You hummed at the feeling of his lips on your forehead. "Okay babe," you said, "have fun in the shower, but not too much fun." you teased, wiggling your finger at him.

"I'll try not to."

You scrunched your nose as Joe ruffled your hair a bit before he left the living room and jogged up the stairs to his bedroom--which was now yours, too.

You sat back down on the couch, getting comfy under your blanket once again. Once you were comfortable you reached over and grabbed the book off the cushion beside you, starting to read where you left off before Joe got home. You flipped through the pages of the book, reading a chapter on what to expect throughout month six of your pregnancy. You had just a little over three more months left. Time really does fly because it feels like just last month you found out you were pregnant, when really it's actually been five.

Every day that passes is just one more day closer to meeting your baby boy.

While you couldn't wait to meet the sweet boy that's been growing like a weed in your belly for the past six months, part of you was also extremely anxious for what to expect once he's born. Once he's here with you and Joe, there would be no going back. No do overs. It's starting to set in that you and Joe will be raising a human for the rest of your lives. What a huge learning experience it's going to be for the both of you. Thankfully, you still have a few months to prepare yourselves for this big change as much as you can.

As you were focused on the section about cravings, you were surprised by the feeling of warm hands on your bare shoulders. You hunched up your shoulders at the sudden contact, but they soon relaxed as Joe began kneading his thumbs into the knots in your shoulders and upper back.

"Mmm," you moaned blissfully at the feeling of his thumbs digging into your tight muscles, "don't stop..." 

"You always say that, Mama's." Joe replied slyly to your content moans. You gasped at his comment, deciding to play along with teasing him "Mr. Burrow! There are little ears here." 

Joe chuckled as he removed his hands from your shoulders. He hopped over the side of the couch and plopped down next to you. "Well Miss Hubbard, he can't hear me yet can he?" You looked over at Joe, giving him a look of disbelief. "Yes, he can actually. Remember when we stopped our erm...activities because he can hear us now?"

Joe chuckled as he nodded, "Oh yeah, I remember that."

"See, I told you-."

"Oh!" Joe cut you off, "I almost forgot, I'll be right back." Joe said, getting up from the couch and leaving the living room without another peep.

"Okay?" you giggled, thinking out loud in confusion.

As fast as Joe went outside, he came back in. He walked into the living room holding a large, almost textbook like book in his hands. Joe grinned excitedly as he sat down next to you once again, handing you the book as he did so.

You examined the front cover, a smile on your face as your fingers traced over the picture of stork carrying a baby boy and baby girl.

"Nick got this for us. It's a book full of baby names, old wives tales for figuring out the gender, cravings you could have, it's actually pretty cool." Joe explained.

Your smile widened as you began flipping through the book. "This is pretty neat," you said, looking up Joe with a thoughtful gaze, "how thoughtful of him."

"I know right? It is pretty sweet."

As you flipped through the book, it dawned on you that you and Joe still haven't done one of the most important things expectant parents could do: pick out a name for your baby.

You've both thrown out some names here and there, but nothing has stuck out to either of you yet. Maybe this book will help? You thought before you brought it up to Joe.

"You know, peanut does need a name..." you said, turning your head to look at Joe. He smiled at the use of the nickname you'd both given the baby boy in your belly. Joe reached out and grabbed the book from you, flipping through the pages until he found a page titled: "500+ baby boy names'".

The two of you began to read through the list of names.

Henry...

Grayson...

Isaac ...

Sean...

Joshua...

There were so many name to consider.

"Hmm," Joe hummed, "Daniel is cute...call him little Danny?" You shook your head, "No, that name makes me think of daddy Amendola." As soon as you realized you said daddy instead of Danny, you covered your mouth. A deep blush rose to your cheeks as you corrected your slip up. "I mean Danny, D-Danny Amendola. I'm sorry that just slipped out."

Joe chuckled, "I didn't know you had the hots for Dola...should I tell him?"

"NO!" You screeched a little too quickly. You cleared your throat and shook your head "I do not have the hots for Danny Amendola."

"You totally do."

''Do not," you giggled at Joe's teasing tone, "It just slipped out!"

"Mhm, sure."

You just shook your head at Joe as you continued to scan over the list of boy names.

"How about August?

Joe scrunched his nose up and shook his head, "Eh, it's cute. I just don't think it sounds right with either of our last names. I want something that sounds right."

You thought about it.. August Burrow... August Hubbard. Yeah no.

"Yeah," you agreed, "you're right."

"I'm always right with this type of stuff, Y/n."

You rolled your eyes at Joe's remark as you both continued to look through the list of names. You and Joe just couldn't seem to agree on any of the names either of you liked.

"Jackson? That's cute." Joe smiled.

"Ohh, like Jack Hughes." you said, biting your lip slightly. Joe rolled his eyes, "Oh god," he huffed out a breath and mumbled "here we go again..."

"What?" You asked, giggling softly at as his reaction. Your question made Joe frown, "You know what! Let me guess, you have the hots for him too?" You gave him your signature "seriously?" look as you reached out and put your hand on his shoulder, "I do not."

Joe just gave you a resting bitch face in response. You sighed softly, deciding to come clean, "Maybe a little, but it's harmless," you turned your body towards Joe, leaning in and kissing his cheek, "I have the hots for you more." You whispered in Joe's ear, making him forget all about the little twinge of jealousy he was feeling.

Joe smirked at your words, "Oh sweetheart," he wet his plump lips as he looked at yours, "I know you do."

You felt your face heat up from a combination of his actions and his words. Every time Joe called you sweetheart it made you feel things you never thought you'd feel. Joe leaned in and placed a chaste, yet loving kiss to your lips. You smiled at him as he pulled away from your lips.

"So, do we have any names we both like?" You asked, looking down at the book. Joe scanned over the list, "Well, all the ones I like, you think other athletes with the same name are hot, so no, we do not have any."

"Well, sorry! I can't help it." You exclaimed, deciding to mess with him a little bit, "you think you're the only one I find attractive?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

You chuckled, "C'mon Joey, it's not like you're good friends with them. I've never even talked to them!" You cocked your head to the side as you remembered the conversation you had with Jack Hughes a while back. "Well, actually, I take that back."

Joe shot you a look of bewilderment, "What? Do you mean like talk talk, or just as friends?"

"Well..." you trailed off, "I- wait, are you jealous?"

"Pshh, no?" he said, voice going up an octave. You smiled, "You so are. Joe, don't be jealous seriously. I never talk talked to any of them. I used to talk to Jack here and there, but that's it."

Joe stayed silent, making you frown slightly.

"Seriously Joe, it's nothing." you reached out and put a hand on his thighs, squeezing it gently, "I love you, and only you. You are way hotter than Danny and Jack. Plus, they don't have a nickname like you do..."

That made Joe crack a smile. He looked over at you, chuckling as he reached out to pull you into a sweet kiss. As Joe pulled back, he shrugged, a sly smirk on his face. "That's true. They don't have the honor of being called 'big daddy' like me."

"Exactly." 

The two of you laughed as Joe put an arm around you as the two of you looked back through the book of names. About twenty minutes later, you had it narrowed down to your top six favorite names in no particular order.

Jaxson...

Ben...

Theo...

Jace...

Levi...

Brooks…

"I think these names are perfect." You said, smiling down at the list of possible named for your son as you rubbed your bump. Joe put his hand on your belly, "I agree," he said, as he too started to rub your bump, "except there's one that really stands out to me."

"You know what," You looked over at Joe, "me too." you smiled, hoping he'd agree with you.

"Which one?" 

You told him the name and a wide grin broke out over his face. 

"That's the one i was thinking too." He said softly. "Well, they do say great minds think alike." You chuckled as your grin matched Joe's.

He leaned in and captured your lips in a loving kiss. You brought your hand up to the nape of his neck, pulling him in even closer. After the two of you pulled away, Joe put his forehead on yours, that sweet smile still taking over his lips, "Did we just name our baby?" He asked, his tone hopeful. You nodded, confirming his question, "I think we did."

Joe smiled at you before situating his position on the couch. He moved his head down to your bump, keeping his hand placed on it. He brought his lips close to your skin and began to talk to the little guy.

"Hey little man, I think your mama and I just figured out what we're going to name you. Can you give daddy a kick if you like it? It’s only a first name for now, but, we can't have our favorite son not like his name."

You felt your heart swell with love as you listened to Joe talk to his baby boy. You felt the familiar flutter of your baby moving in your tummy. Joe laughed, "Hey! Thanks little dude." He looked up at you smirking, "I think peanut likes his name."

You smiled, running your hands through his blonde locks, "I think he does too.” Joe laid his head on against your belly, humming as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Bump is getting bigger mama.” Joe mumbled as he nuzzled his cheek against your belly. You huffed out a little sigh, a slight frown on your face.

“I know. I look swollen twenty four seven and none of my clothes fit. I feel so fat, Joe.”

It felt like you were getting bigger every day. While it was comforting knowing your baby was healthy and growing, the constant swelling and need to buy new clothes made you a little self conscious about your body.

Joe lifted his head from your belly, looking at you with furrowed brows and a frown. “Y/n, sweetie,” he began softly, “you’re not fat. You’re growing our baby, and he needs room to grow so of course you’re going to swell a little bit.”

You stayed silent. Your silence made Joe rub your belly as he stared at you intensely, a genuine smile on his face. “And I think,” he leaned down to kiss your bump, “You look so fucking sexy growing our baby.”

You blushed at Joe’s words, “Joey, stop it.” He smirked at you before placing gentle kisses all over your belly.

“I love this bump…” he placed one more kiss below your belly button before he started trailing up your torso, “And don’t even get me started on these boobs….”

Your blush deepened, growing more crimson with each praise that fell from Joe’s lips. He always knew how to make you feel better when you felt self conscious about your changing body. He nuzzled his face in the valley of your swollen breasts, making your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

“God I can’t get enough of you sweets. I’d take you right here on this couch and prove to you just know sexy I think you are.”

“Joe, the baby,” You said, giggling softly as you saw his eyes widen, "Oh! Oops, heh." he said, covering the sides of your bump with his veiny hands.

"Ear muffs, buddy." Joe whispered against your bump, making the baby kick in return. Joe chuckled at the feeling before he leaned in and captured your lips in a sweet and sensual kiss.

“But in all seriousness…you look beautiful, Y/n.”

You smiled sweetly at him. “Thank you Joey, you always know how to make me feel better. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Joe laid his head back down on your belly, stroking your bump as you brought your hands back to his golden locks. The mix of your hands massaging his scalp and the comfort of your body had Joe falling fast asleep against your belly. Joe had his best sleep when he cuddled you and your unborn baby. Your heart swelled at the sight below you. You placed a hand on your upper abdomen where the baby's feet supposedly were. Smiling, you began to talk to him. 

One thing you and Joe always made sure to do at least twice a day was talk to the baby. You wanted him to be able to recognize both of your voices as soon as he was out of the womb. Of course, he would instantly know yours as he's been hearing it constantly, but if Joe hadn't been talking to him as often as he does, the little guy probably wouldn't recognize his daddy's voice, and you know that would just break Joe’s heart if his son didn’t recognize his voice.

"Hi baby,” you quietly cooed down at your tummy, “I can't talk too loud...don't want to wake your daddy." you whispered, smiling when you saw a small smile tug at Joe’s lips. He must be dreaming. You thought.

"Anyways," you continued, "you have a name now buddy! How great is that?"

You felt a kick from him in response. You chuckled slightly at the feeling, "I’m going to take that as a ‘it’s great mom!'” You felt another flutter, making your smile widen. You smiled contently as you continued, “but I hope you're enjoying it in there...you'll be out in the world before you know it baby boy. Just a few more months and mommy and daddy can finally hold you." 

You smiled at the thought of holding your newborn son for the first time. However, the second you see Joe hold him though, it will be over. Your heart will absolutely burst from all the overwhelming love and cuteness.

"Well, I’ll stop bothering you my little love...just know that mommy and daddy love you so so much, and we can't wait to meet you." You brought your hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to your fingertips before bringing it back down and pressing it on your bump. You then did the same to Joe’s cheek. You placed your hand over his back, rubbing it up and down softly as he slept. You sat quietly, scrolling through your Instagram feed and letting Joe sleep. Suddenly, you felt the baby move harshly, making you wince. You felt the sudden urge to pee, meaning you definitely just got an elbow to the bladder.

You felt Joe’s chest rumble with laughter, “Woah, I felt that one." You chuckled, "Yeah me too. I just got an elbow right in my bladder. So if you'll excuse me, i’m going to go to bathroom before I pee all over this couch.”

Joe smiled as he chuckled softly. He picked his head up from your belly, sitting up on the couch and yawning. You stood up from your spot, supporting your growing bump and slightly aching back. You made your way into the bathroom and did your business just in time. Every time baby presses against your bladder, you know you have only minutes to get to a bathroom.

You finished up in the bathroom, heading back into the living room and sighing in relief as you sat back down on the couch. Joe put his phone down beside him, chuckling at the sound of your sigh. He brought his hand back to your belly, pushing against the swollen skin to try to get the baby to move.

His attempts to get your son to move were unsuccessful, until Joe took his hand away. You started to feel constant flutters, that soon turned into little pulsing movements you could see from the outside.

“Look at that,” Joe said, pointing at your bump, “I’ve never seen him move like that before.” You furrowed your brows, nodding in agreement with your boyfriend.

“I haven’t either?”

You were confused at first at the feeling of the pulsating flutters every few seconds…until you realized what exactly was happening.

Your baby had the hiccups.

“Awe,” you gasped softly, “I think he has the hiccups.”

Joe glanced at you, raising his eyebrows, “Really?” You nodded, giggling lightly, “Yeah, look.”

You and Joe watched with smiles on your faces as your bump twitched every few seconds from each hiccup that came from your baby.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve seen,” Joe gushed as he kept his eyes on your bump, “little man’s got the hiccups.” He finished, pushing his lip out slightly.

You and Joe kept your eyes on your belly as your son’s hiccups continued for about another minute. It was a crazy feeling, but it was even crazier seeing it from the outside. Once the movements stopped completely, you brought you hand to your bump and patted the side gently.

“Feel better little guy?” You asked with a chuckle. Joe brought his hand to the other side of your belly, his chuckle matching yours. “I’m sure he does.”

You smiled softly and leaned back in the couch, resting your head on Joe’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe we saw his first hiccups today.” You said, awe laced in your voice. Every pregnancy milestone you experience never failed to wow you. Joe smiled as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer into his side.

“And I can’t believe we finally picked a name for him.” Joe mused as he squeezed your body gently. You hummed as you spoke to you baby.

“We love you…” You said the baby’s name, making both you and Joe smile.

“Yes we do,” Joe replied with just as much love, “We can’t wait to meet you little man.”

hey loves!!

so baby burrow/hubbard finally has a name🥹 which one do you think it is?? i won’t be revealing it until the birth chapter ;))

this chapter was so fun to write. i love the fluffy stuff<3 but…we’ll see some angst again soon because you know how i am👀

(also this was not edited throughly, i apologize for errors)

i’m posting this chapter as a little thanksgiving gift to all of you, to show how thankful i am for every single one you. thank you so much for everything loves! your love and support means the world🤍🤍

happy thanksgiving babes!🤍

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