#coming to you from 4:42am

[sturnslutz]

~VOICEMAILS- bestfriend!chris~

warnings: angst, cursing, a bit of crying, no comfort.

whenever you weren’t able to reach the phone, or just didn’t want to talk to chris—he always seemed to love leaving voicemails. he loved being able to talk and act like you were listening, even if you didn't necessarily respond.

and it became a habit.

layout was inspired and formed by @strnilolover !!!!

VOICEMAILS REMAINING- *6*

*beep* hi, it’s peach. sorry i couldn’t answer, just leave a message and i’ll see it later. or don’t. your choice. *beep*

saturday- 6:34pm

voicemail #1- 3:46 minutes long.

“hey peach, we got into an argument yesterday, and i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean any of the things i said,” he sighed softly, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “you aren’t a horrible person, and i love you more than you know, and i feel disgusted by the fact i said those things, and you have every right to ignore me,” he groans softly as you hear a muffled breath— probably from him rubbing a hand over his face. “jus’ call me back please. i love you,” there’s a brief moment of silence before he ends the message.

sunday- 12:21am

voicemail #2- 1:56 minutes long.

“still haven’t responded, huh?” he laughs a bit softly before groaning into the pillow next to him. “can’t believe we haven’t talked in about to be 2 days, i miss you so much,” he huffs, just thinking of the fact you’re probably doing much better than he is. “saw you at a party with tara and all ‘em. i’m happy you’re having fun, i jus’ hope you’re staying safe. i love you.” he quickly ends the message without another word.

sunday- 5:42am

voicemail #3- 2:21 minutes long.

“i couldn’t sleep the whole night. pretty sure you blocked me also, or your phone’s dead ‘cause it’s immediately going to voicemail, i don’ know how that shit works,” he sounds tired— his voice all raspy from not talking or sleeping. he yawns before his next sentence. “can’t believe i’m spamming you with calls,” his voice sounds more choked, and a sniffle comes from him. “cryin’ now, can you believe that? fuck this is stupid. i love you,” he sniffles again before a moment of silence, then ending the message.

sunday- 3:11pm

voicemail #4- 56 seconds long.

“i hope you’re doing okay, pretty girl,” he has a quick moment of a silence before talking again. “went to the gym after the last call, and worked out like crazy. would’ve been better if you were there. i love you,” he sighs, quickly ending the message.

sunday- 8:19pm

voicemail #5- 2:18 minutes long.

“dude i just saw the funniest fucking tiktok ever, y’woulda loved that shit, oh my god,” he laughs a bit, remembering the video he saw just moments prior. “this guy was fuckin’ talking to these 3 little kids, and they was sayin’ some shit about saying ‘grinch grinch grinch’ at 3pm, not 3am, but pm!” he laughs again, even harder than before. “so fucking stupid, they was tryna act all tough. sent it to ya’, probably won’t see it but i hope you do. anyways call me back though, i love you,” he ends the message a split second after his last word.

monday- 9:27am

voicemail #6- 7:48 minutes long.

“this is gonna be long, i know it. but i’m gonna stop calling after this, i don’ wanna keep spamming your phone, i know how much you hate when someone does that— i jus’ couldn’t help myself,” his voice cracks a bit before continuing. “i know you must fucking hate me, and i would hate me too. hell, i do hate myself, im such a fucking asshole. can’t believe i said those things to you over some dumb shit we were arguin’ about.” he groans loudly, running a hand through his hair, and what sounds like adjusting his body on his bed. “i miss you so fuckin’ much, peach. i know you’ve been texting matt and nick, and they told me you’re still upset about it— which is completely valid, but please, i beg— just talk to me again. i can’t go on without you. my brothers don’ understand why im so upset, they know we’ve had arguments before. but we’re actually not talking at all anymore— and that shit fucking kills me.” he sniffles, and mutters his last couple sentences. “i love you so much. you’re my best friend, and i think about you everyday. that kiss we had a couple months ago changed us, peach. i can’t take my mind off it. you’re the most perfect girl i’ve ever met. i love you,” there’s a moment of silence with him just deep breathing, before he ends the message.

my take on this trend with peach and chris :)

[avonnimimi]

Plugged

The Series. Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

☥| a/n: im feeding yall with love. do you think this story is getting to long? should i cut it short? whatever you guys want you receive;)

tags: @wannabe-fic-reader @hcneymooners @halle5s @st0nerlesb0 @famebydefinition @luvrgrl07

☥| content: drugdealers!vi x black fem reader, arguing, drinking, smoking, weed, clubing, strap-on-sex(r!receiving), cunnilingus(r!receiving), semi hard dom!vi, overstim, degradation (if you squint), praise. lmk if i missed anything. MEN AND MINORS DNI.

Donte knew Vi had come back the night before.

He heard it through the grapevine—friend of a friend, whispered between smoke breaks and dice games. It was hard to stay low when your ride growled louder than your name. Vi’s SRT wasn’t stock, not even close. That custom engine roared through town like a war cry. Everybody knew the sound.

And Donte?

He never forgot it.

He didn’t know where she was exactly, but he knew the town. Knew the energy shifted the second she pulled in. It wasn’t long before he started plotting again. Watching. Waiting. His pride still bruised, his ego still bleeding.

Vi knew she was seen. She felt the eyes. The whispers. But she couldn’t give a fuck. Not when you were crying yourself to sleep in the bed she’d left you in every night. Not when your voice cracked in that voicemail like it was breaking you to be ignored.

She needed to see you. Needed to feel you.

And after that night, your body in her arms again, your scent on her clothes, she regreted leaving so early just to watch you moan and whine in your sleep. she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay away.

But you?

You cried the entire night after she left. Loud, broken sobs into the pillow. Your chest ached. Your throat burned. And between your thighs was a heat you didn’t want to deal with alone. You couldn’t even touch yourself without imagining her hands instead; rough, precise, possessive.

You called. Again and again.

No answer.

You fell asleep around sunrise, still puffy-eyed and clinging to the shirt she wore. When you finally woke around noon, your mouth was dry, and your body felt hollow. But on your phone?

One message.

don’t cry, pretty mama. | 3:42am

That was it.

And of course… you threw a tantrum.

A dangerous one.

You FaceTimed Shay, barely letting her speak before saying, “Come get me. I’m done.”

An hour later, you were done up. The smallest skirt you owned; tight, black, barely there. A cropped top that clung to your chest like a second skin. Kitten heels on. Braids pulled into a high ponytail that snatched your whole attitude up with it. Makeup soft, glossy, intentional.

You looked unreal. And you knew it.

If Vi wouldn’t come home, you’d draw her out.

Simple.

You and Shay hit the club. Not just any club, the club. The one you knew Vi’s people always pulled up to when they wanted to be seen. You didn’t know who in there was loyal to her. Didn’t know who was watching. But someone would be. They always were.

You danced like you were possessed.

Bass-heavy dancehall rattled the floor, the rhythm infecting your bones. You grinded, dropped low, twerked like your life depended on it. Shots poured back-to-back. You downed them with no chaser, letting the burn in your throat distract you from the one in your chest.

Your body was glowing, drenched in sweat and rebellion. You lost count of how many people pressed up behind you, hands lingering too long, eyes too bold. You didn’t care.

That was the point.

Your phone vibrated in your hand.

A message from Vi.

don’t test me. | 1:22am

Your stomach flipped. That was all she said.

You knew it meant she saw you. Knew somebody had already reported back. Maybe it was the girl by the wall pretending not to record. Maybe the guy who passed you the blunt. Or maybe the bartender who hadn’t let you pay for a single drink all night.

Perks of being Vi’s girl?

Shay stood to the side, watching you like she didn’t know who you were anymore. Her arms crossed, face tight. She knew what this was. She knew you were lashing out, spiraling with glitter and lipstick and spite. And she had no idea how to pull you back.

She’d never seen you like this.

And then, you took it a step further.

You were on the dancefloor again, letting some guy put his hands on your waist while you bent in front of him, his chain dangling over your shoulder like a countdown. You took another blunt, this time from a girl with too much lip gloss and a smirk too familiar.

You lit it. Smoked it like you weren’t being watched.

But you were.

By everyone.

Including Vi.

An hour later, the club doors swung open, and the one you’d been waiting for finally stepped in.

Vi.

She looked like a storm wrapped in denim and leather. Jaw locked. Eyes set. Energy dark and lethal.

She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t scan the room. Didn’t play cool.

She saw you.

And headed straight your way.

The crowd barely had time to part before her hand was wrapped around your arm, yanking you into her chest like she owned you and was two seconds away from showing it.

You grinned up at her, all soft eyes and drunken sweetness, like you hadn’t just been grinding on strangers and smoking other people’s blunts all night.

“Get your ass in the fucking car,” she growled in your ear.

And just like that, heat rushed between your thighs.

You weren’t even surprised.

Still drunk. Still high. But not too far gone to miss the way her voice made your body respond.

You walked out with her behind you, hips swaying with every step, exaggerated on purpose. You knew she was watching. Knew she was pissed. And somehow, that only made it better.

Vi opened the SRT’s door for you like a gentlelady, except her glare was anything but sweet.

You slid in.

She got in beside you. Slammed the door. Engine growling as she peeled off.

She didn’t say a single word the entire ride.

Back at the apartment, the silence clung to you even heavier than the bass at the club. You stepped inside, kicked your shoes off.

Then stripped.

Right there in the middle of the living room.

Top first. Then that tiny skirt.

You stood there in nothing but your panties, bare and unbothered. Let her look. You wanted her to.

And she did.

Vi’s eyes dragged over your body, slow and dangerous. But the fury in her chest made it hard to enjoy the view. Not like she usually would. Not when all she could think about was the sight of you grinding on someone who wasn’t her.

She walked up without a word and grabbed your face, her fingers rough but not cruel.

“Why the fuck you gotta play with me like that?” she asked, voice low and sharp. “You like fuckin’ with me, huh, precious?”

You bit your lip, nodded slow.

“I wanted you here. Best way to do that was piss you off…”

Your pout deepened. “You didn’t wanna see me?”

Vi exhaled hard through her nose, trying not to snap.

“I missed you,” you whispered, like you hadn’t just lit the whole night on fire.

She damn near groaned.

The way you were looking up at her, drunk, bratty, half-naked and full of guiltless desire, made her want to fuck you so hard the world disappeared. Made her want to ruin you until you couldn’t even remember what her name was.

“Fuck…” she muttered under her breath, her hand slipping down to your throat, thumb brushing your jaw.

And just like that, you knew she was gonna break.

You weren’t going to bed sober.

You weren’t going to bed alone.

And tomorrow?

You’d definitely regret how much you liked being dragged home by the woman you refused to stop testing.

“You think that shit was cute?” Vi’s voice was sharp, low, dangerous in that quiet, shaking kind of way. She was pacing the room now, jaw locked, fists clenched, like moving was the only thing keeping her from exploding.

You were leaned against the wall, arms crossed under your bare chest, lips pouted like it wasn’t your fault at all.

“It got you here, didn’t it?”

Vi stopped mid-step, eyes snapping to yours.

“You’re fuckin’ insane,” she said, voice heavy with disbelief. “You were out there grindin’ on people who don’t even know what they’re touching, on people who would never protect you if shit went sideways.”

You shrugged, slow and deliberate. “Didn’t need protecting.”

“Bullshit.” Vi stalked toward you. “You were drunk off your ass, high, wearing damn near nothing, in a club outside your town, with my name still in your mouth.”

“Yours,” you said quietly, tilting your head. “Still yours.”

That was what broke her rhythm. For a second, Vi just stared at you. Breathing hard. Like she couldn’t decide whether to yell or grab you.

You looked up at her, eyes glassy from everything you’d smoked and drank, but still sharp. Still soft. Still bratty as fuck.

“I wanted you to come home,” you said, voice low now. “I missed you. You didn’t come. So I made sure you’d see me.”

“By letting random motherfuckers touch what’s mine?” she snapped.

You shrugged again. “They ain’t touch me like you do.”

That did it.

Vi’s chest rose and fell fast, and her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. She stepped in close, grabbing your chin and tilting your face up roughly, but not too rough. Her thumb hovered over your lip like she was about to shut you up with a kiss and a choke at the same time.

“You think this shit is cute?” she growled, eyes locked on yours. “You think acting the fuck out makes me wanna be soft with you?”

“No,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath. “I think it makes you wanna fuck me.”

Vi’s jaw twitched.

You were still pouting, but your thighs were pressing together now, barely-there panties damp with want. You tried to act like it didn’t matter, like your nipples weren’t hard, like your legs weren’t starting to shake from how close she was, how angry she was.

“I can smell you,” Vi muttered, inching even closer. “You’re dripping for me while I’m tryna yell at you.”

“Then stop yelling,” you said softly, like it was the simplest answer in the world. “Touch me instead.”

Vi let out a bitter, breathless laugh, eyes dragging down your body. Her hand dropped from your face to your throat.

“God, you look so fuckin’ sweet right now,” she rasped. “Like you don’t even realize what you’re doing to me.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” you whispered.

Vi’s grip tightened just enough to make your knees buckle. She pushed you back against the wall, one hand on your neck, the other slipping down to your waist, gripping your hip like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

“You don’t want me to lose it,” she said, but her voice was shaking now, husky and low. “You don’t want what’s gonna happen if I really snap.”

“I do,” you said, and your voice cracked. “I want all of it.”

You tried to act like your thighs weren’t trembling. Like your breath wasn’t hitching every time she leaned closer. But Vi could see it. Could feel it in your pulse. Could taste it in the air between you.

“You better be fuckin’ sure,” she whispered against your lips, her voice rough and breaking. “Because once I start…”

“I’ll take it,” you breathed, head tilting, lips brushing hers. “I’ll take all of it.”

Vi groaned low in her throat, and her mouth crashed into yours like she was drowning in you. Like she’d been holding back for too long. Her hands pinned your wrists above your head, her thigh sliding between yours to press against that aching heat you’d been trying so hard to ignore.

And just like that?

The argument didn’t matter anymore.

Not when you were moaning into her mouth.

Not when she was losing her mind over how soft and needy you were beneath all that attitude.

Vi didn’t give you time to think.

The second her lips crashed into yours, everything else vanished, your bratty act, the guilt, the ache. All that was left was her, solid, hot, overwhelming.

Her mouth devoured yours, tongue sliding over your lip before her teeth sank in, not gentle. Her hands gripped your wrists, dragging you from the wall like you were weightless, walking you backward until the backs of your knees hit the couch.

“Sit.”

You dropped onto the cushions, thighs already clenched.

Vi stared down at you, jaw tight, chest heaving. She pulled off her shirt slow, like she wanted you to watch. Wanted you to see the sports bra stretching over her chest, the muscles in her arms flexing as she reached for the strap in her bag….she was planning to fuck you regardless.

And fuck.

The harness sat low on her hips, black leather snug against her abs. The strap was thick. Long. Mean looking. A deep shade of violet with veins and curve, too real, too much. Definitely more than what you were used to.

You swallowed, thighs pressing tighter together.

Vi caught that. Smirked. Dark.

“What?” she said, voice low as she stepped between your knees. “You nervous now?”

You shook your head, but your breath hitched.

“Nah, don’t lie. This is bigger than what that soft-ass bitch ever gave you, huh?”

You blinked up at her, and your silence was too loud.

Vi grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes on her.

She pushed you back against the cushions, dragging your panties off with one hard tug. You gasped when the air hit your soaked cunt.

“Look at this,” she muttered, dragging two fingers through your folds. “Already sloppy. You been acting up all day just for this dick, huh?”

Your breath came out shaky. “Vi…”

“What, precious?” She knelt between your legs, dragging her tongue flat against your clit before you could even think. You jerked, moaning loud as her lips wrapped around it and sucked, slow and deep.

“Tell me what you want,” she mumbled against you. “Since you wanna act like a fuckin’ brat, make a scene, start a war…”

You choked on your moan, fingers tangling in her hair.

“Tell me what this sweet little pussy need.”

“You,” you whispered. “Need you inside. Need you to fuck me.”

Vi’s eyes flicked up, glinting with heat and something darker.

She stood, climbed over you, and lined the strap up to your entrance, rubbing the thick head against your folds, teasing your soaked clit.

“You better hold the fuck on,” she said, voice a low growl. “You wanted real dick? You’re gonna take all of it.”

You barely had time to breathe before she pushed in, slow, steady, but deep. You gasped, hands flying to her biceps, nails digging in as your body stretched around her.

“F-fuck—Vi—”

“Too much?” she teased, leaning down to kiss your cheek, then your ear. “Should’ve let me stretch you, baby. But no, you wanted to act up. You wanted this.”

She bottomed out.

You cried out, head falling back, thighs shaking from the pressure. It was so much. Too much. But it felt too good to stop.

Vi didn’t move at first. Just stayed deep, grinding slow against your clit with her hips, letting you feel every inch of that thick, heavy strap.

“This what you needed?” she breathed. “Not that weak-ass stroke Donte gave you. Not that shit that left you frustrated and dry.”

She rolled her hips once, and you screamed.

“This is how you fuck someone, baby,” she whispered against your lips. “This is real dick. This is mine.”

You whimpered, trying to lift your hips for more.

“Oh, now you want it?” Vi laughed darkly. “Now you remember who the fuck owns this pussy?”

She pulled back, slow, then slammed into you hard. You gasped, legs trembling.

Vi fucked you like she was punishing you and worshiping you at the same time. Deep strokes, mean thrusts, the kind that had the couch creaking and your brain slipping out of your ears.

“Who this pussy belong to?” she growled, snapping her hips into you.

“You,” you moaned.

“Say it louder.”

“You—fuck—Vi, it’s yours!”

Vi grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you up so your chests were flush. “Look me in the fuckin’ eyes when you cum.”

You tried. God, you tried, but your vision was going blurry, and your body was already twitching, coiling, breaking.

Vi leaned in, lips brushing yours. “He never got you here, did he?”

You shook your head. “Never.”

“And I’ve barely even started.”

Her thumb rubbed your clit, the angle of her strap hitting everything. Your moans turned to gasps. You were unraveling. Dripping. Gone.

And when you came, it was messy, loud, legs shaking, nails clawing into her back, your whole body going limp under her.

Vi didn’t stop.

She kept going. Kept fucking you through it, through the overstimulation, through the tears slipping from your eyes, kissing your throat as your body gave in all over again.

“You gonna pull that stunt again?” she asked low.

You shook your head, fucked-out and dazed.

Vi smiled against your neck. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You were limp, gasping, tears drying on your cheeks, your body still twitching from the last orgasm she fucked out of you, but Vi wasn’t done. Not even close.

She slid out, strap glistening, your thighs still slick and trembling beneath her. She kissed your neck once soft, like a secret, then flipped you like you weighed nothing.

Your back hit her chest, your legs weak, but Vi just pulled you up, standing behind you, one arm wrapped under your tits, the other guiding the head of the strap between your legs again.

“Vi—” you whimpered, voice wrecked.

Her lips brushed your ear, and her voice dropped into something dark and sinful.

“Don’t run now.”

She pushed back inside you, slow. But it was so fucking deep, deeper than any angle before. You choked on a moan, your knees buckling.

Vi held you up effortlessly, forearm locked under your ribs, her hips moving with a deep, punishing rhythm. Her breath was hot on your neck, her grip tight on your waist, keeping you right where she wanted you folded against her, dripping, shaking, ruined.

“That’s it,” she murmured, dragging the strap out slow before slamming it back in. “Let me fuck you just like this.”

You moaned again, loud, mouth falling open.

“You take me so good like this,” she breathed, voice getting rougher. “This pussy so fuckin’ wet—gripping me like she knows who I am.”

You gasped, head falling back against her shoulder, your body completely at her mercy.

Vi kissed the corner of your jaw, hips snapping again, making your ass slap against her thighs.

“You feel that? That stretch?” she whispered, voice soft now, almost reverent. “God, I fuckin’ love this pussy…”

She buried herself deeper, her strap hitting the back of your walls so perfectly you couldn’t stop your hands from reaching down to grab her arm, fingers digging in.

“So soft,” she groaned. “So warm. She always opens right up for me, huh?”

You whimpered, nodding helplessly. “Only for you.”

“Damn right.” Her pace picked up just a little, deep, slow, dragging strokes that had your legs shaking all over again. “I missed her. Missed the way she pulses when you cum, the way she makes a fuckin’ mess on my dick. You know how good you feel, mama?”

You were barely breathing, overwhelmed by the pressure, the pleasure, the filth of her words melting into the rhythm of her hips. She was fucking you like she was savoring you every inch, every squeeze, every breathless moan.

Vi’s fingers slid down your body again, two of them slipping between your thighs to rub your clit while the strap filled you up from behind.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, kissing your shoulder. “Let go again. Cum for me. I know she’s close.”

“I-I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” she growled.

You were crying again, lips parted, body arching, stars popping behind your eyes as she fucked you straight into another orgasm. It hit slow, then fast, your whole body seizing in her arms, hips twitching, moans dissolving into sobs.

Vi held you close as you came, whispering filth and praise into your ear, her fingers still stroking you through it like she never wanted to let you go.

“Fuck, baby,” she breathed. “You’re my favorite thing in this world.”

You were boneless in her arms sweaty, shaking, lips parted, skin flushed all over. Vi held you up like she never wanted to let go, kissing your temple as your breathing slowed.

“Good girl,” she murmured. “So fuckin’ good for me.”

She eased the strap out of you carefully, slow, her hand sliding down to steady your thighs as you whimpered from the sensitivity.

“You okay?” she asked, voice suddenly so gentle it made your throat tighten.

You nodded, barely able to speak, body still trembling from being fucked half out of your mind.

Vi kissed your jaw, then your shoulder. And then, without a word, she knelt behind you lifting one of your legs over her shoulder as she lowered herself to the floor like she was meant to be there.

You looked down, dazed. “Vi…?”

Her eyes met yours. That usual fire still there, but now it burned soft.

“I’m not done,” she said.

Then her mouth met your pussy.

Slow.

Warm.

Loving.

She dragged her tongue through your soaked folds, savoring the taste of you like she’d missed it for years. Her lips wrapped around your clit with the softest suction, pulling a shiver straight down your spine.

You gasped, fingers sinking into her hair. “Oh my god…”

Vi moaned softly against you, like you were the best thing she’d ever tasted.

She took her time.

No teasing. No roughness.

Just slow licks, soft sucks, her tongue curling and flattening in patterns that made your legs twitch and your eyes flutter shut.

She kissed your clit between licks, her hands gripping your thighs gently, grounding you. Keeping you open. Keeping you safe.

Vi wasn’t trying to make you cum again.

Not this time.

She was worshipping you.

Mouth moving like a prayer, soft breath ghosting over your swollen heat between kisses. Every movement was slow. Focused. Tender.

Like she was saying, I’m here.

I love you.

You’re mine.

Your hips bucked just a little, and she hummed in approval, tongue circling your clit like she already knew your body better than you did.

“Vi…” you whispered, voice shaking. “Please don’t stop.”

She didn’t.

She stayed between your legs, licking and sucking you sweet and slow, until your legs gave out and you collapsed back onto the couch, chest rising in deep, shaky breaths.

Vi kissed the inside of your thigh, then your hip, then crawled up your body, her hand brushing your hair out of your face as she hovered above you.

“Still with me, pretty girl?” she whispered.

You nodded, tears pricking your eyes from how full you felt.

She smiled soft, crooked.

Then kissed you one last time.

Slow. Deep. Like a promise.

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©️avonnimimi 2025

[finnydraws]

Girl Dad Rhett/reader

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/ Female Reader

Word count:575

Description: Life with a lovely cowboy, who loves you and your child very much

genre(s) fluff, slice of life

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy/childbirth, mentions of not great parents and insecurities.

Rhett was terrified the first time you told him you were pregnant. His brain just showing him bad memories of his childhood, and of the way Perry treated Amy. He was so uncomfortable with it, that he blocked it from his brain and you had to tell him another 4 times before we was ok.

He starts treating you so gently, don’t expect to go ANYWHERE without this man following you.

The bathroom? He's right outside the door. You’re cooking? He’s there, burning whatever it is you let him help with. Don’t even think about trying to go into town without him.

He buys and stocks up on all of your cravings.

He goes to every. Single. Appointment. At one point Royal asks him to help around the farm and halfway through the task, Rhett leaves him with no warning to get to the appointment on time.

Cried like a baby when he saw you were having a little girl (even though he thought he wanted a boy at first he couldn't imagine anything other than his life with his daughter)

He builds and paints all of her furniture, shades of green and yellow while you draw designs onto the wall. Rhett won't let you touch the paint. Something about chemicals.

When it's time to start buying clothes he needs a second to collect himself after seeing just how small the shoes are in his big hands.

He spends ALL his money on clothes, toys, pillows, blankets. Books, you name it.

At one point he’s half asleep and asks if you think he’ll be the favorite parent, asks if she’ll even like him, and if he can take care of feeding/ comforting her at night.

Tells every person in town about his daughter and keeps the latest ultrasound on his person.

Invites so many people to the baby shower (most people don't come but he invited them nonetheless)

Does not invite perry, he actually tells perry he better not show up.

When you go into labor he panics for a good 10 minutes before packing you into the truck, and speeding to the hospital, if a cop tried to stop him he wouldn't know.

Your baby Iris Cecile Abbott is born at 3:42am on June 10th, about 16 hour later

Y'all steal everything from the hospital room (babies are expensive and if you're already gonna pay for you might as well use em)

Rhett calls his mother to tell her first, bawling as he holds his daughter that he swears has your eyes

Iris is a daddy's girl as she grows up 100%, begs him to take her around the property and look for toads or snakes. He teaches her to ride a horse and she goes into the rodeo (tie down calf roping when she's older, and barrel racing)

Every time Iris competes, Rhett's the loudest one cheering, he definitely shouts stuff like “that's my baby!” and “go on baby! Get em!”

When she hits puberty Rhett nearly cries because he thinks his baby won't want to hang around him anymore

Will check in on her in the middle of the night, make sure she's ok and sleeping well

He 100% tries to intimidate her partners so only the good ones stick

Definitely spoils her though. If she did something small like failing a class she knows she can just say “I'm sorry daddy, I'll do better next time” and he's gone

[kgirlgroup-stan]

Side

fluff, female reader

Minji Pov

I hated when this happened. I would wake up in the middle of the night and couldnt go back to sleep. Usually though after a few minutes i would end up going back to sleep but tonight i just couldnt.

I've been awake in 12:42am and its now 4:28am. I've just been lost in thought. Schedules have been hectic lately, me and the girls have been just constantly up and down. 

We finally got some time relax but now that we have the time to i cant seem to rest. Then the thoughts came of my girlfriend. 

I clenched my teddy bear that she gave me tighter. I've missed her so much. Due to how busy we have been i havent been able to see her much. We would still manage to facetime or text through the day but its not the same as being able to be with her physically.

I think thats why i've been up for longer, i've been a bit worried that things might change. That she will get tired of having to deal with me not being there with her. That i wont be enough for her because im always busy.

We agreed that we would see each other in a couple of days but i couldnt wait any longer. Before i knew it, i was already outside in the car driving to her house.

Once i got there, i called her number. After a few seconds she picked up in a grogey tone.

"hey baby, everything okay?" i felt bad having to wake her up, but i also couldnt help but melt.

"c-can you come outside?" i spoke into the phone, shivering a bit as the night air surrounded me.

I heard movement of the bedsheets as she spoke back into the phone, "Min what do you mean go outsi-" i hung up as she opened the door. 

The moment the door fully opened i threw myself at her. She stumbled a bit before wrapping her arms around me.

"min?! what are you doing here?" i didnt respond right away, i just held onto her tighter, my face stuffed in her neck.

She rubbed my back as she walked back into her house and locked the door. We stood in the hallway, swaying a bit as time went on.

"i-ive missed you." i felt my eyes start to tear up as my voice cracked. Y/n instantly pulled me back and cupped my face.

"min, baby dont cry." she wiped my tears and i leaned my cheek against her hand. She smiled at me before leaning in and pecking my lips. 

I melted instantly but the moment she went to pull away, my hand grabbed her shirt and pulled her back in. She made a surprised muffled noise but then relaxed into the kiss. 

After a few minutes, we seperated but i quickly wrapped my hands around her again.

She chuckled and rubbed my back again. "lets go to bed hm?" i nodded against her in response. She grabbed me by my thighs, making my legs wrap around her, as she took us to her bedroom.

After placing us on the bed, i grabbed the blanket and covered us. I got comfortable as i scooted closer to her when she wrapped her arms around me. 

**Next Day**

I woke up with a big stretch. I opened my eyes and let my eyes adjust a bit to the sunlight. I looked around a bit confused when i remembered that i was at y/n house. 

I sat up and looked next to me but they werent there. The empty space next to me was cold. I grabbed my phone and saw it was already 2 in the afternoon, along with a bunch of messages from the girls. 

I quickly texted in the groupchat that i was with my girlfriend. Immediately they started nagging that they missed her and wanted to see her too, which i ignored and left them on seen.

The girls and y/n have always gotten along. Y/n has always been such a kind person which is one of the many reason i fell for her. But i just got to see her, i first want to spend time with her without anyone taking her from me just yet.

I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. I smiled when i saw my toothbrush still there. Once i was done i made my way out of the room to see where y/n has gone to.

When i reached the kitchen thats when i saw her. Her back was facing me as she was cooking on the stove. I quietly made my way over to her and peeked over her shoulder. 

She was making breakfast this late in the day. I smiled as i wrapped my hands around her waist and shoved my face into her next.

"oh min you scared me. Did you sleep alright?" one of her hands made its way on my hair and massaged my head.

"mmhm but then you felt me in the sheets alone?" i lifted my head and pouted at her as she turned to look at me.

"sorry i just knew you were going to wake up late and hungry so i wanted to make you something." she smiled at me and kissed my pout away.

I sighed content as she turned towards the food again. "i really love you y/n" I rubbed my nose against her cheek, softly. My arms around her tightened a bit as the thoughts of the previous night began to start again.

" i really love you too mi- baby whats wrong?" she placed the item in her hand down and fully turned to me when she noticed my sad expression.

I couldnt form any words, so i just shook my head. She reached and tucked a hair behind my ear and carressed my cheek with her thumb

"min....you know you could tell me" her voice was so gentle. i took a small gulp and a breath.

"i just....." i cleared my throat and stayed quite again. she left out a gentle sigh before picked me up and setting me on a counter, my hands rested on her shoulders. 

Now it was harder to look away from her eyes. "im here for you min, its okay." her hands rested on my thigh, rubbing to help soothe me.

"....do you ever regret being with me?"i chocked out as a tears slipped down. Y/n looked at me a bit shocked and opened her mouth before i cut her off again.

"like im always busy, im not here with you all the time. Doesnt it get tiring? dont you get tired of this?....of me?....woudnt it be easier to be with someone who's actually enough for you?" now the tears were really dripping down my face, i couldnt help but look down, in a way not really ready for what y/n had to say.

I heard a soft sigh before her hands cupped my face making me look up at her. She have a soft gentle smile on her face.

"min, i knew what i was in for the second that i agreed to be your girlfriend. i will admit that some days are harder than others. Its not easy but its what im willing to deal with. I obviously dont expect you to be here with me all the time but that doesnt mean im tired of it. I understand minji." she came closer to me, her hands made its way down to hold my hands.

"minji, your working and you still find a way to text me, even when i tell you not to because you could get in trouble. Nights that we are apart and your super tired you still facetime me. When your on tour and i cant go with, you always bring me back a souvenir. You somehow always know when something is wrong with me and call me right away and comfort me. I could go on forever baby" "so for you to say that you arent enough for me is insane. your everything i could every want and more. if anything im not enough for you. all i do is be a bum on my days off." she giggled at her own words, but i couldnt help but tear up more.

"n-no dont say that y/n. you are enough for me. dont ever say something that dumb again." my pout deepened. How could she ever think that. Y/n smiled warmly at me.

"well i wont say it again if you dont ever think it again okay? I love you Minji. In this lifetime and the next. I choose you, okay. im here willingly because i love you and you just being in my life is enough." I squeezed her hands as i nodded in agreement.

"i love you too, jagiya." i wrapped my arms around her as i took a big inhale of her scent. I pulled away enough for me to kiss her firmly on the lips.

My hand moved from her hair to her neck before i leaned back when i felt something cold touch my fingertips. I looked down and noticed she was wearing the chain i had gotten her a long time ago.

"you still have it." i spoke as my fingers traced the cold metal. 

"of course i do, my beautful girlfriend gave it to me." i looked at her face to see her have a massive smile on it. I blushed before pulling on the chain to bring her close to me again.

Just as our lips were about to touch, we smelt something burning. We looked back at the stove to see the pan starting to smoke. 

Y/n quickly went to it and saw that the pancake was all burnt. She turned to look at me with an apologetic look on her face. I couldnt help but smile as i hopped off the counter.

"its okay jagiya, lets just order out." i kissed her lips as she nodded in agreement.

Life sometimes gets the better of you or sometimes it could just be your own thought but i know im going to be fine as long as i have her by my side.

[softsnzstuff]

Can you write about Bucky catching a cold and Yelena and Bob teasing him about it?

Omg yessss - this got away from me bc I was h0rny for Bucky and I’m not sorry. here is a cute little Drabble 🫶🏻

It’s a quiet yet busy evening in New York. The Thunderbolts had just gotten back from one of their first several missions as a team and everyone was still getting used to it.

Alexei was having a drink and watching television with Bob, who was nursing a grape soda in the corner. Walker, Yelebba and Ava were trying to write out the mission report. Bucky had helped in the beginning but had recently taken a break to shower.

He was used to coming back from missions beat up, but this time around his whole body just ached. As if that wasn’t enough, the congestion he’d initially written off as change in air from New York to Moscow (and back again) had now taken up residence in his sinuses.

When the steam and hot water did nothing to ease his discomfort, he decided to call it a day.

“I’m gonna head to bed guys, I’ll help wrap up the report tomorrow.”

“Age catching up with you? It’s only 8pm.”

“Eat shit, John.” Bucky sighed, not really in the mood for jokes.

“Do you still want to go for that run tomorrow morning?” Bob spoke up from the couch.

Fuck, he forgot he’d planned on them doing that. “Sure. Leave at 7:30?”

Bob nodded in agreement and the older man made his way back to his room where he all but collapsed into his bed.

***

Though sleep came easy initially, staying asleep was a different story. His joints and throat ached and he could hardly breathe through his nose - which was stuffed up and tickled immensely at the same time.

He’d been tossing and turning all night, tissues littering his floor. He groaned to himself and brushed the hair off of his damp forehead, looking at the clock… 4:42am. Fuck.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up slowly, rubbing at his eyes.

“H’xxt! NxxT!!”

He bobbed down into a closed fist, stifling two sneezes against his knuckle.

He coughed as quietly as he could as he stood up and made his way out into the dark kitchen to get a glass of water and some painkillers.

He winced past the knives in his throat as he took the pills and then coughed again, louder than he intended. He cleared his throat hoping no one had woken up.

Just as he thought he might’ve gotten away with it, Ava’s light turned on and her door opened a crack, illuminating Bucky in his ragged glory. He held a hand up blocking his eyes.

“Alright Bucky? - you look awful.”

“Yeah just… went down the wrong pipe.” He lied. “Sorry for waking you up.”

She gave him a suspicious once over before nodding and closing her door, light turning off again.

The Winter Soldier heaved a sigh of relief, quickly returning back to his room and crawling back into bed.

His little excursion had shifted the pressure in his sinuses just enough that his nose that formerly felt full of concrete now once again had an insatiable tickle.

“He’TSZiew!” He pitched forward, sneezing openly and spraying part of his shirt.

“Ugh yuck…” he groaned, pulling the shirt off and setting it next to him on the bed as his breath hitched again.

“Hhh hehhh….” He cupped his hands over his mouth and nose, “G’tsCHuu! Heh- ii’TSCH!”

He slowly pulled his hands away and looked down, grimacing. One hand still covering his nose, he reached for the tissue box on his bedside table and was met with cardboard.

Empty.

Giving up on moving (and potentially waking his teammates further), he reached for his already discarded t-shirt and blew his nose into its cotton blend.

He sunk back against the propped up pillows and wrapped his blanket around him further, holding onto his shirt and slipping in and out of sleep.

***

A few hours later, Bob was sitting in the living room in a dry fit shirt and some basketball shorts, looking determined but unprepared to run. Working out wasn’t his domain, but the young brunette felt obligated to be able to hold his own without having to tap into Sentry or The Void.

He was thankful Bucky had offered to do these runs with him, but today Bucky was nowhere to be seen.

Yelena and Ava emerged from their rooms at around the same time.

“Have a good run?” The blonde asked, trying to encourage her friend.

“We uh.. haven’t left yet actually.” He smiled awkwardly.

She looked at the clock on the oven. “I thought you were leaving at 7:30? It’s almost 8.”

Bob fidgeted with his hands, “I don’t know where Bucky is.”

“Did you check his room?” Yelena asked.

“Well I didn’t want to bother him and if he is in there, he probably needed space or something.” Bob tried to rationalize, clearly showcasing that he felt like a burden.

“Bucky?” Ava asked, “He woke me up a few hours ago on accident. He looked really rough… went back to sleep.”

“See, he’s not mad at you Bob. Let’s go check on him okay?”

The pair stopped outside of his closed door and listened for a second. They could hear slight movement followed by a few coughs that crackled with congestion.

The assassin knocked and waited a minute before opening the door slowly. “Bucky? It’s me and Bob. Are you decent?”

“Decent? Yeah. Dignified? N’do.”

She took that as an ‘okay’ to open the door more, finally looking in. Bob peeking out from behind her the way a child hides behind his mother’s leg.

The super soldier was sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard. His hair was in a messy bun and his nose was red and raw, lips parted slightly to breathe. He was wrapped in his comforter and was in the process of rearranging the shirt so he could find a dry section.

“M’ptSCH! N’xxtch! eh’isSHIEW!”

He muffled the triple into the shirt and then found a corner of the sleeve to blow his nose into.

“Is that a shirt you’re using as a handkerchief??” Yelena asked, disgust written across her face.

“Do’t worry about it.”

“That’s actually revolting. We’re going to have to burn that now.”

“It’s all I had okay?”

“You are so lucky Walker isn’t seeing this…” she held up her phone and quickly took a photo.

“N’do stop it!! Why’d you do that!”

She shrugged and turned to Bob, “Blackmail? I dunno. You look so helpless.”

Bob stifled a giggle before chiming in, “You do look really soft for a super soldier right now. The bun is cute.”

“Just leave m’be to die in peace.” He moaned, covering himself with the blanket to shield himself from more pictures.

“I’ll bring you some real tissues if you promise to trash the shirt.” Yelena offered. “I’ll make you some tea too.”

“We should probably rain check that run.” Bob suggested.

“I know. I know how to be sick.” Bucky grumbled, “but that would be n’dice.”

[barracks-bunni]

Sunday Snoozes {S.G.R.}

Franchise: Call of Duty (MW II & III)

Character: Simon Riley x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Hey! So I am suuuperrr nervous to be posting this. I haven’t actually written properly in about 4 years, and I very suddenly got the urge to write this while sitting in my garden this morning. I’m very sorry if it sucks, I’m super duper rusty ): It’s just a soft little drabble, hope you guys enjoy! (: ((oh, p.s. hi, my name’s Bunni 🩷))

~^*^~

It’s 9:42am precisely on a late August morning. The curtains are half drawn in your shared bedroom, the warm morning sun pooling through the gaps and leaving puddles of ecru on the carpet below.

As autumn steadily approaches, the heat of summer had begun to die off and you’re back in skimpy pyjamas as opposed to the weeks of sleeping in your birthday suit. Simon was not overly-joyed the first night you slipped into bed in some teeny tiny shorts and a vest top. But, despite the cooling temperatures, the window remained open through the night to allow the fresh air in.

With it being a Sunday, the roads are a little quieter than usual. Your house is situated just a row in from the main road of the village, meaning you’d still hear the cars, lorries and other vehicles coming through at all hours. The row of trees lining the main road rustle in the warm breeze and the sound carries through to you. With the warmer weather also comes bikers and as the morning kicks into gear, there are a few revs of engines and whines of throttles as people go for morning joyrides.

The duvet around you is warm - tugged up to your shoulder with one of your legs hanging out and your ankle hanging off the edge of the bed. Behind you, a steady wall of scarred muscle and a strong arm snaked around the dip of your waist. Simon’s breathing is steady behind you. His gentle exhales hit the nape of your neck through your hair and send a shiver down your spine with every one. He is just in a pair of pyjama bottoms, chest exposed as he often gets a little too hot in the bed anyways. Sleeping alone in a tiny military bunk for years will really have you needing to reacclimatise to what should be normalities.

You are both awake; that much you are certain of. But neither had mumbled a good morning or anything of the such. It is too nice to just lay quietly listening to the rustle of the leaves and the moving traffic outside. Sometimes the road goes quiet for a little time. In those moments, it’s easier to focus on Simon behind you and his breaths.

Finally, the position gets the better of you and you have to stretch - arching your back and twisting your torso until you feel the vertebrae click and crack. The movement brings a soft little grunt, eyes fluttering shut once more for a moment. Simon says nothing, but as you settle back into the mattress, he presses a gentle kiss to your exposed shoulder. You exhale contently at the feeling. Your body practically melts into him.

“There she is.” His voice is gruff, hears from being his first words of the day. You feel the words rumble through his chest and into your back.

Maybe he hadn’t realised you were awake after all.

“Hi.” Your voice is soft and quiet, a true juxtaposition to the Lieutenant

“Hi, baby.” He presses another kiss to your shoulder before tugging you ever closer.

His chest is so warm, and you can feel the scars and burn marks that run all the way down his right-hand side. They’d never bothered you. Not really, anyway. He’d always be Simon under all the physical reminders of his hardships. When you’d first started dating, he made a habit of covering them up as much as possible. You’d been patient with him, and slowly but surely, he started wearing less and less until he was comfortable roaming the house shirtless. Win-win.

The birds are chirping, an orchestra of mostly pigeons, magpies, blackbirds and sparrows. The soundtrack of the countryside. From the gap in the curtains, you can make out the vibrant blue of the morning sky. There’s a cloud or two sometimes breezing past, but it’s almost completely aquamarine.

In the distance, the sound of church bells begin to ring out. The church is situated on the other side of the village, but it’s a small village so the bells are loud and clear.

Simon hums quietly behind you, snuggling into the crook of your neck.

Your hands move to gently grasp his forearm and you exhale softly again. Being in his arms always feels so good. Especially on lazy mornings like this.

“Someone’s tying the knot early.” Simon grunts.

“Isn’t it just for mass?” Your voice shoots back the question quietly. Simon hums at it.

“Maybe.”

He presses yet another kiss to your skin, this time on your neck where his head is buried and you shiver at the contact. He likes the response, kissing softly again.

“Be us one day,” Simon says quietly, “up an’ early.”

You feel a soft smile break onto your lips and do nothing to hide it. He’s so warm and comfortable behind you. It would be so easy to melt into him forever and ever.

The birds chirp with the bells and somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower kicks into action. You know you should probably get up, maybe make some breakfast. But you don’t want to leave Simon’s arms. And he has no intention of letting you leave either, as he pulls you ever closer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, piss off the whole village with the bells while we tie the knot at soon as the church opens.”

[tetsuluvr]

𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

<< chapter 7 - chapter 9 >>

i tiptoe around the room like a ghost, careful not to wake misaki

she's off today, bundled under her duvet like a human burrito. the only sound is the low hum of the fridge and the quiet clink of my spoon tapping against the bowl

i'm in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, still half in dreamland myself. my cereal's going soggy

there's this weird stillness to monday mornings. like the world hasn't quite booted up yet

and i'm just here... buffering

i take another bite, eyes glazed, staring out the window

i wonder if osamu's already up

i blink, slowly coming back to earth

then shake my head, barely even realizing i'm doing it. why am i thinking about osamu?

ding!

i jump, almost dropping my spoon into the sink. the sound cuts through the quiet like a bell in a church

my phone's lit up on the counter next to me, screen glowing soft blue

i reach for my phone

unknown number good luck with classes today

i blink. then smile. slow, involuntary

i tap the notification and type back

me thanks, good luck with the lunch rush today!

me don't burn the rice

unknown number has been saved as osamu🍙

i lock my phone and set it down, heart a little lighter than before

maybe it is too early to be thinking about him. but if he started it, maybe it's okay

i slip out of the kitchen, the floor cool under my socks, and start getting ready for class. monday feels just a bit softer now

-

by 9:42am, i was already wondering how i was supposed to survive a full day of this. health behavior & promotion crawled along, my notes slowly filling up with half-legible bullet points and doodles in the margins. somewhere in the middle of a group discussion, i checked my phone under the table

saki🪼 send help i just cleaned out the fridge and found something that expired last summer....

me i'm gonna assume that was urs and not mine

she sent back a sticker of a crying bunny, i took it as a confession

later, in statistics, the lecture room was cold and the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead

i wrapped myself tighter in my hoodie, trying to stay focused

the class passed in a blur of formulas, missed answers, and mental bargaining

around 4:30pm, i packed up and checked my phone

me heading home soon!! want me to grab anything?

saki🪼 get us smtn sweet like, pastries or fruit

saki🪼 or the blood of my enemies idk

me who r ur enemies??

a few minutes pass as i see misaki's chat bubble disappear and then  reappear again

saki🪼 the girl who borrowed my favorite hoodie sophomore year and never gave it back

saki🪼 the barista who always spells my name 'mizuki' even though i corrected them five times??

saki🪼 and that one guy in stats who always says 'actually' before mansplaining

me pastries it is

i tucked my phone away and walked out into the early evening chill, my steps slow, my mind already drifting toward the familiar comfort of home

the air felt cooler now, brushed with the kind of early spring breeze that nipped at my cheeks but didn't sting. i walked past the usual corner café, doubling back when the display caught my eye: rows of cream puffs and melon pan stacked like treasure

i picked out a cream puff and a little fruit tart with glossy strawberries

the guy behind the counter packed them carefully into a paper bag, and i thanked him with a tired smile

by the time i made it back to our apartment complex, the sky was a soft, pale gold. my legs ached. not unbearably, but enough to make me think longingly of the couch

the door creaked open with the usual click of my key

"i'm home!"

from further in the living room, i heard a faint voice reply:

"hey! how were classes?"

i slipped off my shoes and slipped into my indoor slippers instead

"pfft, slow. boring. tiresome,"

i cotninued, walking into the living room

"i brought pastries!"

i hold up the paper bag like a peace offering, she perked up immediately

"bless you, angel of life"

i set them on the coffee table, dropping my bag by the wall

"let me change first. i feel like i've been in these clothes for a century"

she nods and doesn't waste a second unboxing the pastries

after a quick change into a big shirt and soft cotton shorts, i returned to find her midway through the tart

mouth full, she spoke up,

"i'th good, you should try th' puff tarth!"

i sit beside her and switch to our favourite show before picking up the cream puff, taking a bite

our conversation drifted in and out. class gossip, upcoming deadlines, misaki's new obsession with a guy she saw at the supermarket

once

"he's tall and get this. he bought gochujang! he's husband material, i don't make the rules"

she falls back on the couch, clutching her heart

"you've seen him once, misaki!"

"so!?"

"have you two talked?"

i ask, wiggling my eyebrows

"yes! okay, so listen. i was in line, but it was a super long line, like i thought i'd be stuck there for at least half an hour.."

"and then i realise he's IN FRONT of me??! so naturally i try to act cool, but my legs hurt and my basket's gettin' heavy"

i nod, listening with my full attention

"and then he looks over his shoulder, looks down at my basket and makes a full 360?? like i swear he just turned his whole body towards me!?"

"and then he goes, "excuse me? is that all you're buying?" his voice is so smooth and clear, i could listen to it for hooours"

i watch her wave her hands in the air, emphasizing her story 

"so i nod and go "yes, it is" and then i peek over at his basket and i say "is that all you're buying?" i swear i could've sunk into the ground in that moment"

"anyway! he let me take his place in  line and he moved behind me.  he literally stood BEHIND ME"

"he smelled so good, y/n. his appearance actually matched the fragrance"

we laugh and i start teasing her for her little crush on gochujang man

around halfway through the episode, my phone buzzed on the table 

i glanced over and saw the name light up the screen

osamu🍙

my fingers hovered for a second before i picked it up

osamu🍙 hope your classes didn't kill you

osamu🍙 one of the regulars tried to order a tuna onigiri without rice today..

osamu🍙 still not sure if he was joking or not

i smile at my phone, my fingers quick to reply

me that's just.. tuna?

me soulless onigiri

me u should name it tuna ghost lol

osamu🍙 lol

osamu🍙 gonna put that on the specials board tomorrow

me if you ever serve that to me i'm quitting. just so you know

osamu🍙 got it

osamu🍙 no tuna ghost for you

osamu🍙 classes tmrw?

me yuuuuup full day

me but i'm free thursday afternoon, friday evening and saturday whole day anddd sunday morning

osamu 🍙 every week?

me yuuuup if it changes ill lyk

osamu🍙 maybe you can stop by the shop thursday? or help me prep if you're bored

me are u offering me extra work on my day off

osamu🍙 nah. offering tea and rice if ya show up

me tempting

osamu🍙 take your time just lmk seen just now

i stared at the screen for a second, then locked my phone with a quiet click, still smiling to myself

it was nothing

didn't mean anything

but maybe i'd swing by on thursday anyway

just to hang out

wc 1309

[kookmin-curious]

I need someone else to obsess about this too...

It was uploaded at 4:42am on Jimin's birthday 2022-10-13 . Not sure when or where it was filmed.

They were heading to Busan for the Yet to Come Busan concert.

It is shot in a bedroom. Most people assumed it was shot in a hotel room.

If you can confirm the hotel, please share.

My delulu brain is thinking the gift wasn't jk... but jk filming himself in this place.

He bought trimage in Oct 2018. (Sold it in 2020). When its purchase was announced in the media, Jimin tweeted his birthday 10-13...

He purchased his itaewon house in fall 2020. (His mansion will be ready in May 2024)

He bought and renovated an apartment and gifted it to his brother in 2021.

He's been living at hybe's rental at Brunnen since May 2022.

We know he doesn't love Seoul. Whenever jikook have a chance to travel, they chose to go to the sea (jk's camping vlog, Jimin's jeju, jikook's Connecticut trip, etc).

Could this clip be from a little hideout by the sea gifted to jm on his bday...

All speculation on my part, but I feel like Seoul is where they work, while they have chosen to play elsewhere

[satellitestompenthusiast]

Joe Velasco – Casual ☾

one-shot - angst ☾

warnings: none really. just like... sad?

word count: 632

note: i am BACK to writing guys. I've really missed it. and I've started doing multi fandom :p

He was not supposed to fall in love with her. That was his first mistake.

Well, it was his second mistake.

His first mistake was giving her a chance in the first place. The second mistake sort of just followed.

“What’s this?” she asked as she walked back over to where he was standing. He had decided to treat her to a trip to the State Fair. He knew she adored the shitty food and the glowing rides and the sheer number of cows they had in those barns.

“This? Oh, it’s nothing.” He shoved it in her hand, the hand that wasn’t holding an ice cream. It was a bright, ugly, small stuffed cow, that had big eyes and mini horns. She held it up, examining the thing.

“Did you… win me a prize?”

He just huffed and shrugged, not looking at her. Her face lit up, and she immediately wrapped her arms around him, some of the ice cream getting on his jacket.

“Oh thank you Joey!” she giggled happily.

That was 4 months ago. Today, she was alone. Her apartment had lost power, again, and so she was sitting on her couch, shivering. Even her cat was shaking, the small orange fuzz ball under her hoodie as it tried to warm itself up. She hated losing power in New York winters.

“It’s okay Jerry,” she mumbles, petting the poor cat. “We will get power back soon. I know you’re cold baby…”

Joe used to come over every time her power went out. He would bring firewood and blankets, wrapping them up and holding her close, warming her up till she fell asleep. He would rub her arms, put socks on her, hold her hands. It was the sweetest thing. That was a moment of the past now.

Their 10-month anniversary was something she was so excited for. Sure, their relationship started out as a fling, something casual, but it eventually grew into more. She really did love him. She knew he was not great at regulating his feelings, so she did not expect him to say it back. He simply just gave her little gifts and such to show his care and appreciation. She still appreciated him. She would give him a kiss on the cheek as he left, and whispered she loved him, and he walked out of the door with a tinge of pink on his ears.

However, on this pretty September evening, he was late. Sometimes he was called out for work things, being a cop wasn’t easy. But it’s been 20 minutes since he was supposed to arrive.

“Joe, please hurry, I really don’t want to be late.” She told his voicemail. She sat on the edge, watching for his motorbike. She had taken a lot of time getting ready. She had on a beautiful brown dress, some simple heels, and a small gift for him in her lap.

He never showed up.

She waited all night.

She woke up at about 2am from falling over from her sleeping positing on the windowsill.

“Joe? Did you get called into work?” she asked his voicemail.

He never called back 2 months later. She knew he was alive, because she saw him walking out of the precinct with his friend Muncy. So he just ghosted her. It hurt more than she wanted to admit.

She should’ve known better.

1:34am

was I really not enough for you?

1:35am

you could’ve at least called

1:42am

I’m sorry

He got all her texts. He read them all. Listened to every voicemail. He was a coward. He was stupid. He should have never done what he did. He regretted everything.

The only thing he didn’t regret, was falling in love with her in the first place.

But it's too late now.

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[jonathankatwhatever]

It’s 16 June 2024. Not sure where to start. Example: I realized that I’m inconsistent and consistent, that the pairing process operates in me, from my vision not matching eye to eye, my hands and feet being very different, my hearing, and then in the way I don’t and likely can’t do the same thing the exact same way repeatedly. I think the closest I come to that is running on flat surfaces or up slopes where the motion naturally repeats. But there, it’s not that long a time with a lot of iterations, so the limit is there, just pushed into the other Irreducible. Is it clear why that last part is true, that it pushes into the yK?

This is where the j-invariant shows: the space in which events can happen is necessarily related to a permutation version or representation, which happens to be the gsPrime of the Monster group. That is the expansion of the 2SBE2 cube in which what I guess I think of operational identification occurs. The step up to D24 is then clearer, because you can’t have that 2SBE2 identification without it completing in the other Pathway.

I saw examples of Pathways this morning but it was too intense and I was way too tired to capture them. Third day in a row I’ve awoken at 4:42AM.

So, what I’m aiming at is a statement that my Actuality, my tangible behavior, directly relates to the gsSpace generated when we apply SBE to the upper half of the complex plane, meaning we divide the exponent by 3, so that equals 0. That means the imaginary value is the 2SBE2 cube. This gsSpace appears when my tangible behavior interacts in all the complexity with whatever tangible context exists. My Actuality meets another, which is contextual, which occurs within these 2SBE2 spaces.

This fits with the idea that forms are necessary to represent the different ways that Things form and interact.

This morning I heard an introduction, like I’ve heard in the past but better. These have not gone anywhere because the next step after the introduction has not been rigorous. And that is because the rigor only would emerge over the description of the work. That has to change. Need a rigor hook up front.

I need to leave for a walk but this morning we also went through the twin prime not a conjecture again. This time we pushed it to 1-0-1 as identification and thus something else over countable infinity would need another process, which means another

———————-

Had to stop. It’s still the 16th. Realized I did not have time to post the above. Perfection is mathematically impossible. I’m Actual proof. I’m not being completely flippant. The nature of [D3-4] translates into perfection being impossible because the Thing being rendered, and the tObject within that Thing, which for now we can say is the entire Thing with the iObject being shoved as far away into the other Irreducible as possible. That I see is the essence of a Fourier expansion, that when we expand from the point to the contents, we are expressing yK into xK. Think about that: yK into xK is a different statement than imaginary versus real, and what it represents is the injection of the potential of y into x. That means a shift then occurs from gs to rs, from 1Space to 0Space.

Is that correct? This maps szK as the count of the interactions of yK and xK, which of course is Triangular. And remember this explains the taxicab counting method, which I tend to forget. So this addresses the long-standing ambiguity in the meaning of szK. I want to say it’s the counting of Things because it is where the perspectives balance. And that works. I can see it taking shape as I type.

That’s not only neat and a great step toward completion but it’s also a nice proof because this ties together the entire construction of the complex plane and the imaginary unit circle. That brings up Coordinate Rotation again. Maybe we can get more. The idea, if it wasn’t clear before - don’t remember because I’m watching Elizabeth Taylor’s resemblance to my mother in Father of the Bride - the idea is that CR in gs becomes rotation in rs, that CR is 1Space and rotation is 0Space. She’s my mom’s size and build too. In other words, the each rotation needs to have a 1Space relationship or there can’t be continuity. You can’t have the inversion necessary if you don’t have continuity. Without inversion, you can’t rotate because the idea of a rotation is that it can be undone or perhaps not, with that rendering in many ways including abelian and non.

One way of describing how this works is through degrees of freedom, which means a larger dimensional enclosure, which of course is what we generate.

That diversion was really interesting. What about the [D3-4] issue? The idea is that resolution is not to the assembly state, but to the Bip End. That is why the idea of a Registry for Actualities makes sense. It sounds Jo Rowling but the idea is that it registers Bip Ends, which means it counts and maps at the Bip level, not the underlying Ends. Since underlying Ends are also going to be Bip Ends, this generates the duality of the pairing potential. You can see the 1-0Segments take shape, especially when you see Triangular, like if you think of a gs as a pyramid of bT’s, with the line running through the tips as the orthogonal Irreducible. In light of the last few paragraphs, that is to me a powerful image.

Perfection is impossible because Actualities are Bip counts, counts in szK. That’s a big statement. I realized as I typed it. They encode the tangible and the intangible.

All that Storyline to this. It’s kind of frightening.

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"Are you getting up, baby?" you mutter, feeling him stir at your side, thinking it's far too early. A glance at your phone tells you it's 5:42am. Definitely too early.

"No, not yet," he confirms, pulling the sheets from your body as he settles between your legs, kissing your sleepy body until your skin begins to awaken, his hands tugging your undies down. “Lie back and let me lick this pretty little pussy until you can’t feel your legs any longer.”

At feeling his mouth connect with your folds, sucking you lazily to begin with before his tongue roams, pushing at your opening and searing over your clit with firm, swirling licks, you rest back against the pillows with a soft moan, content to let him do exactly as he stated.

[tpwkwriter]

To buy some flowers for you.

Tour returns and beautiful bunches! <3

Fluff! 💟

— — — — —

Anticipation was the word, the clock currently read 3:42am and Harry’s arrival back home from the Asian leg of the tour was any second now, knowing he would come through the door absolutely shattered Y/n prepared everything in advance, made there bed with his favourite set, organised his favourite sleep shirt and set a glass of water on his bedside, she was ready to tend for him for a few days.

What felt like 10 minutes later a noise of fumbling keys at the front door makes y/n jolt up from her surprise slumber. She shot up from her position and almost fell over her own legs getting to the door.

And there he was.

After a gruelling 4 months there he stood.

“Harry!!!” She exclaimed, face heating up and eyes starting to swell.

At the sound of her voice he turns and drops his bags by the door and takes no time making his way to her.

“My love, my love, myyy loveee” he says swooping her into his arms and lifting her lightly.

“Fucking hell” he sighed constantly taking in her comforting scent “misses you so much dove” he breathed placing her back down softly and moving his hand to her cheek and pressing his lips to hers

“Misses you, missed you too much” the girl says letting out a shaky breath and hiding her face into his neck hoping to conceal her teary eyes.

“Hey, hey, none of tha’ m’here now my darling girl” he said holding her closer and pressing kisses to the crown of her head.

“Let’s get to bed hm? I’m surprised you could stay up my darling” he smiled squeezing the girl tighter to his chest.

What felt like an agonising 3 minutes they were both ready and tucked into bed of course unable to keep away from each other.

“Y’never leaving me again baby” he states tracing shapes on the girls back.

“Mmhmm y’stuck with me now”

“Everywhere y’go” she adds, lying her head on his chest.

“More than happy with that my darling”

After moments of mindless conversations and words of sweet admiration to one another. They decided to leave the rest till morning to ensure they both had a good sleep.

The bare mess and coldness of the bed beside her awakened y/n, why wasn’t her Harry snuggles beside her like he was the night before? He’d just come back, was she dreaming? She was swiftly cut from her thoughts when she hears familiar footsteps head towards there shared room.

“Morning m’beauty” he says placing a vase of half filled water on her bedside.

“Morning bubs, what’s this about” she asks referring to his absence and the vase.

“Wanted to get you these” he says moving his hands from behind his back and revealing a beautiful bunch of the girls favourite flowers and placing them gently in the tinted glass vase.

“Awwe Harry there gorgeous! But why?” She asks examining the bunch beside her.

“Because” he smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Y’survived a few weeks without me, without burning the house down” he smirks.

“Heyyyyyy! What are you trying to say” she says playfully pushing his chest and crossing her arms.

Considering the time was still pushing 10am they decided to spend more time under there duvet together.

“Thank you for the flowers H, there lovely” she sighs resting her head on his chest.

“Anything for you m’love” he says running his tattooed arm up and down her back

— — — — —

[totiredtowrite]

Howdy! I heard you were taking asks. :D

Could I possibly get how Kuboyasu or Saiki (or both if possible) would react to their bf (reader ofc) hugging them out of nowhere? 🥺🙏 Pls I almost never see any Saiki K blogs 💀 the anime is so underrated, why doesn't it get the proper attention? Oop- I'm rambling- sorry :P

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Touchy Boy

Warnings ~ Nope

Note: This is adorable ngl. Also When I started writing this (rn) its 12:16 am, and my brain is kinda fried lol. I need my 4 hours of sleep :0

Update: Okay it's been like four hours and it is now 4:42am at the time I'm writing this update. Back and ready to rumble >:). Also saiki's is a bit shorter than Kuboyasu's because of the whole brain fry thing, and I had more ideas for Kuboyasu.

Male Reader

Kuboyasu Aren

Ask Kuboyasu who startles him the most, and chances are he'll either answer his best friend Shun Kaidou, or you. His boyfriend, (y/n) (l/n).

He doesn't even understand why you do it! Always springing random hugs at him when he doesn't expect it. His whole "past as a delinquent" makes him kind of jumpy when you just...appear from nowhere and wrap your arms around him.

Eventually of course he gets used to your sudden displays of affection. Sometimes he misses your hugs when you're out sick or something.

It's really the best thing to him after a while, though the first one was kind of rocky.

He heard your voice before he saw you. "Aren!" Always bright and cheerful whenever you said his name. Even if you weren't like that normally, it was hard not to get excited when it comes to this boy. It make him feel, well, special. What he didn't expect was for you to come barreling into him at full force. You were behind him, running into his back and wrapping your arms around his abdomen.

He froze up instantly. Went stiff like a board, face blank. He wasn't used to this. You were at his back, hugging him, and this sudden touch was far too fast for him to get used to. People don't usually touch him! This all felt like too much, even if you were his boyfriend!

Even so, he can't say he didn't like the comforting feeling of you holding him.

When you peeled away from him after a moment of awkward silence and moved to his side, shuffling awkwardly, a thought hit him like a slap in the face.

Of course you would feel weird after that! He didn't say anything, instead opting to stay silent and go unresponsive. Like a rock. (An odd way to describe it, but weirdly accurate nonetheless).

Truly no one was in any sort of fault here. Teenage boys in love were bound to do weird, awkward things sometimes, and it's nothing that can't be fixed. (It wasn't even all that devastating in the first place).

He turned towards you and hugged you, tugging you into him rather forcefully and awkwardly before you chuckled and lifted your arms to return the embrace. No words were needed, and the two of you stayed like that for a little while before pulling apart to head to school hand in hand.

Kusuo Saiki

Of course he always sees it coming. He knows whenever you go to hug him, so the fact that his heart rate picks up and he feels startled doesn't make any sense to him.

He knows when you intend to hug him, and he knows where you are. Yet and still, the actual contact never fails to make him jump a bit. As powerful as he is, he just wasn't as used to a boy actually touching him as he was reading intention and thoughts.

His boy, specifically.

You, his wonderful boyfriend, who also liked to hug him at random points in the day.

It kind of goes without saying that the first one went a lot smoother than it would have with Aren.

He felt your presence before he felt you. Did he expect it? Yes. Was it still somehow a surprise? Also yes.

A pleasant surprise though. He felt you coming, and turned around to make it easier for you to hug him. You didn't seem to notice that though, as you were solely concentrated on hugging him.

You ran right into him, circling your arms around him and resting your head in his neck. "Morning.." you muttered out lazily, a dumb grin on your face. Saiki rolled his eyes, and turned his head so that you couldn't see his little smile.

Morning

Your grin devolved into a content little face, humming softly in response and resting there for a bit. As loud and obnoxious as some people could be, Saiki admits he likes your random hugs.

He can't seem to decipher a pattern, it's really just whenever you feel like it. It's...cute, if anything.

So he stays content with it. Even if he expects your randomly placed hugs, he can never deny the little surprise and contentment that came with being able to embrace you, even for just a little while.