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My soup powered fuck machine, doing big brother activities.
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everyone shut the fuck up and look at this children’s book that made me weep in the museum gift shop
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good morning folks, i have survived the dentist 👍
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i2sunric · 9 months ago
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (l.hs)
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pairing: heeseung x reader (f)
summary: your daughter asks heeseung to tell the greatest love story of all and he takes the chance to narrate how he met you, the love of his life.
warnings: fluff & crack! (i tried), early 2000s au, kinda enemies to lovers, heeseung is down bad, they have a daughter, mentions of pregnancy, heeseung plays basketball, cuddling and kissing, light angst, mentions of leukaemia, parent’s death, if more lmk. NOT PROOFREAD
published: 23rd April 2024
wc: 6.2k
tag list: @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted
Heeseung couldn’t bring himself to wake you up, knowing you were so exhausted from all the things you had to do.
Not only did you manage to prepare everything for Jia’s kindergarten, take her there and get to work in time but you also cleaned and cooked in your spare time, leaving little to just sit down and rest, which was why every time you sat down on the sofa, you ended up falling in a deep slumber.
He smiled fondly, covering your curled figure with a blanket and turned around with his hands on his hips “Tin Soldier.”
He called with a forced low voice, making Jia’s attention turn from the toy in her hand to her father, she placed her stocky hand on her forehead, standing at attention “Captain Hamster.”
Heeseung chuckled at her high pitched voice and scooped her up from the floor, taking her in his arms “Mission sweet tooth,” He booped her nose “Time for teeth brushing.”
Jia let out a whine of disappointment “But I want to play more.” She pouted, and if Heeseung didn’t know how much you’d get upset if Jia missed her bedtime, he’d let his daughter play to her heart's content.
“I know,” He pinched her cheek softly, earning a giggle “But I heard the tooth fairy doesn’t come to those who don’t brush their teeth before bed…” He trailed off, Jia’s eyes widened and she quickly climbed down Heeseung’s arms, hurrying upstairs. He could hear her small steps darting to the bathroom, making him smile writhing himself.
He glanced back at you, feeling such an euphoric feeling he thought his heart would explode.
Heeseung walked close to you and placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead, but your momma instinctive feelings made your eyes open up, alerted to your surroundings as you tried to get the sight of your daughter.
“Shh..” He soothed, caressing your cheek “I’ll prepare Jia for bed, mh?” He kissed the corner of your lips, your eyes already closed under his relaxing touch “You stay here, I'll take you to bed later.” You just let out a sleepy hum, your eyes too heavy to stay open more.
Heeseung went upstairs, following his daughter’s route and getting to the bathroom where she was already brushing her teeth, probably with a little too much toothbrush but it didn’t matter. He was glad she was trying.
Jia rinsed her mouth and opened it to let her father see how much of a good job she did, Heeseung smiled proudly “Great job, Tin Soldier. It's jammy mission now.” Jia giggled as she hurried off the stool that helped her reach the faucet and took Heeseung's sleeve, dragging him (more like, he let himself be dragged) to her bedroom.
The baby took her pyjama from the chair and placed it on the bed, “Daddy, can you help me?” She asked, clumsily removing her clothes.
Heeseung nodded, smiling as he saw her attempts at changing, despite still not majoring in it. In no time, she was clean and ready to bed, Heeseung tugged her under the blankets and sat by the edge of the bed, only the thin reflection of the pink night light illuminating the room.
They stared at each other for a few moments until Jia spoke “No bedtime story?” She tilted her head in confusion “You want me to tell you a bedtime story?”
“Mommy always does,” He explained, hugging her purple bear tightly “And what kind of stories does mommy tell you?” Heeseung asked, curious
“She usually recounts Tangled because she like a Flynn Rider.” Jia informed, making Heeseung raise a brow “She does?” Was it possible to feel jealous of a cartoon character? Probably not but Heeseung was crazy about you, so he’d make it a normal thing.
“Yes, but it’s always the same story.” Jia sighed, shaking her head “I want a more interesting one.”
Heeseung stayed silent, his lips forming a thin line as he tried to think “What do you want to hear about?”
It didn’t take much for Jia to reply “I want the greatest love story of all.” She answered happily, at her age, everything was about fantasies and unicorns.
So, Heeseung tried to think about the many love stories he knew, the famous tales he’d known growing up. There was Cinderella, The Little Mermaid and…. a candle lit in his mind.
“I’ll tell you the greatest love story of all,” He started with a cocky smirk “The best fairytale ever told.”
His words fuelled Jia’s curiosity as she snuggled better under the blankets, eyes sparkling “The wonderful love story of Lee Heeseung and L/N Y/N.”
Jia’s face was puzzled “But that’s you and mommy.” She stated and Heeseung nodded, smiling “Mommy isn’t a princess.”
Heeseung shook his head, but his smile never disappeared from his lips. “No, she’s my queen.” He ruffled Jia’s hair “So, do you want to hear it?”
“Mhmh!” Jia hummed in response “If mommy is a queen then I am the princess.” Heeseung let out a low chuckle, nodding “Yes, you are our dear princess.”
Jia smiled widely, one of those smiles that made your days uncontrollably better and sweeter “Tell me, tell me.” She incited her father
“It all started on..”
⪩⪨
A rainy Thursday afternoon. It was the perfect time for a cinema hang out with friends. You stood in front of the long line, it seemed like everyone had your same idea since both elderly couples and families with children were buying tickets and popcorn. You waved your hand to a young boy who was staring at you while holding a sachet of popcorn bigger than him, he waved back, making you smile.
You turned your head to see that most of the queue was gone, so you surpassed some of those people who never moved and just stared at the menu. You already knew your order, so why would you wait for them to choose?
The cashier who looked like he could really do a vacation asked in a monotone voice “What do you want to order?”
“A packet of Twizzlers.” You said but your voice did not seem quite like yours. You turned your head to the side just to meet a pair of big eyes staring at you in disbelief.
You two narrowed your eyes at each other, a staring battle that would declare the winner. Why were you acting that way? Because the packet of Twizzlers was the last one, and if that pretty boy thought he could steal it from you, he thought wrongly.
The cashier cleared his throat. “It’s the last one.” He stated, holding the dear packet of candies in front of you two
“I was there first.” The boy tried to defend himself, making you scoff “He was talking to me.” You raised a challenging brow.
“I clearly saw you cutting the line.” He blamed “False accusation, do you have any proof?”
“You were at the end of the queue just two seconds ago!” He exclaimed, making you smirk “You were staring at me?” Pink flashed instantly on the guy’s cheeks “No.” He tried to mask it, but you could clearly see some frustration in his features
The cashier cleared his throat once again, snatching your attention. “Just decide already, or I will.”
“No!” You both screamed, side eyeing each other once again “They’re mine.” The boy said, making you roll your eyes, “Your name ain’t written on them.”
“Neither is yours.” He raised his chin, an attempt to make you see he wasn’t backing down.
There was a moment where you two stared at each other, silence filling the place except for the vociferate inside the cinema halls, waiting for the movie to begin.
“Rock, paper, scissors!” You both exclaimed at the same time again, showing your hands. He cursed under his breath, seeing your petite hand that represented paper wrap around his closed fist which was rock.
“I won.” You said mockingly, throwing a few coins on the counter and taking the packet of twizzlers in your hand.
You were walking away when the cashier called you “Miss, excuse me?” You turned around and raised a questioning brow
He waved the coins you used to pay for the candies “You’re missing ten cents.”
You widened your eyes, checking your jeans pockets. You were sure you took the right amount of money, had you miscounted them?
An hopeful grin spread across the guy’s lips, taking the pennies from the cashier’s fingers and walking toward you “Guess this should be mine.” He tried to take the packet of Twizzlers but you moved your arm
He sighed, shaking his head “Listen, darling—“ “Don’t call me darling” You snapped at him, a frown on your face
He placed two surrounding hands between you two “Alright, my bad.” He then pointed at you and the dear packet of candies “You don’t have enough money, but I do, so just give it up and go watch your movie.”
Your mouth fell agape, staring at him in disbelief. However, you had nothing to counterattack anymore and had to stay still when he took the packet, replacing your hand with your not enough coins and paying for it to the overtired cashier.
The boy winked at you before disappearing down the corridor that led to the halls.
A movie just wasn’t the same without Twizzlers, but instead of doing twenty cents charity outside the cinema to buy at least a coke, you hurried inside the hall that projected ‘The Notebook’ and tried to find your seat, despite the room being dark already. Fortunately, there was at least ten minutes of advertising, so you had enough time to let yourself fall on the seat with a loud thud, earning a few ‘shhh’s from other people.
“Girl, what’s wrong with you?” Your best friend, Sunoo asked “What took you so long to come back? I thought you got lost or something.”
You shook your head, a defeated expression painted on your face “Someone stole my Twizzlers.” You fake-dried a tear
“Aw, poor you.” Sunoo patted your shoulder, knowing your tradition of eating candies and drinking coke while watching a movie “It’s ok, I’ll share my coke with you.” He took the giant cup and placed it on the armrest between the two of you. You smiled at him and focused your attention on the movie that started.
You felt a familiar scent filling your nostrils, you slowly turned your head and raised a brow when you noticed that not only had that boy stolen your candies, he was also eating them on the seat beside yours. You had not noticed it when you first sat down, but now you could clearly see his silhouette enjoying the snack that should’ve been yours.
As if feeling someone’s stare on him, he turned his head and met your angry gaze, his eyes widened a little before they turned into two half-moons, a smug grin on his lips. You exchanged no words but the way he was acting was so mocking it made your blood burn.
You gave your attention back to the film, not wanting to fuel his ego by acting affected by his childish behaviour. Yes, it was childish, but you were more petty so it did anger you. Who did he think he was to act that way?
The movie continued, even if you were painfully aware of the parasite beside you, you were able to follow the whole plot line until the ending scene was replaced with the closing credits. Murmurs filled the cinema room, the lights went on and you heard.
Sunoo was crying rivers beside you which made you chuckle, he had already finished his third tissue when he said “I’ll run to the bathroom.” To probably cry some more and try to fix his swelling eyes later. You were about to follow him when you heard a sniffle from your other side, you turned around and your eyes lit up when you noticed the stealer crying.
He raised his head and hid it behind his hands when he noticed you were staring. A heartfelt laugh escaped your lips “Don’t laugh at me.” He mumbled with a clear runny nose “You bet I am.” You sat down again, waiting for all the people to flow out and leave the exits freer “That’s what you get for stealing my snacks.”
He peaked at you from behind his fingers. “It’s not my fault you’re broke.” You tsked at his false-not-so-false statement “It’s not my fault you’re a crybaby.”
He side-eyed you and you side-eyed him back, just like Sunoo had taught you. The boy tried to dry his tears and runny nose, which was both unhygienic and impossible with one palm of his hand.
You felt a little pitiful for him and sighed, taking a tissue from the small tissue box and handing it to the boy.
He eyed it warily, not sure if he should’ve accepted it or not. “It’s not poisonous, unlike your germs.” You waved it in front of his face and he accepted it with a groan, blowing his nose and drying his tears.
He crumpled it and put it in his jeans pocket, staring at you while gulping down in a nervous way. You chuckled teasingly “What? Is the venom acting up?”
He rolled his eyes and took something from inside his hoodie’s pocket, “I saved this for you.”
You stared at the red candy stick he was holding out for you with a frown “What?” You asked, puzzled. Heeseung just sighed, acting unbiased. “I was full, don’t think I did it out of kindness.”
“What’s your name?” You asked suddenly, making him widen his eyes “Careful, you sound interested.”
You pursued your lips “Just answer, yeah?” The boy placed the candy on your palm, standing up.
You hadn’t noticed it, but he towered you by a lot just with you sitting, you didn’t imagine how you would have to pull your neck to look into his eyes by standing in front of him.
He stretched, lazily placing his hands in his pocket “Heeseung,” He beckoned to you “Y/N.” You replied
“Thank you for the tissue, Y/N.” He said and the way your name rolled from his tongue made your stomach turn. Whether it was disgust or attraction, you didn’t dare to label.
“Unthank you for the Twizzlers.” You smirked and turned on your heels, walking away before he even had the chance to talk to you more.
⪩⪨
“You cried over a movie?” Jia asked in an accusatory tone “I’m a sensitive person.” Heeseung huffed, blinking faintly
“I think you’re just a cry baby.” Jia raised her chin proudly “I didn’t even cry when I went to the dentist.”
Heeseung sniggered softly, booping his daughter's nose. He couldn’t help but always show some sort of affection towards her. The feeling of protection and longing was so strong whenever they spent time together. “Of course, you’re stronger than me.”
“Did you see her again later?” Heeseung nodded “Yes, but it was a lot of time later, like one month or so.” Jia widened her eyes “That much?” He hummed, running a hand in his hair “I was always awestruck when I saw her, it happened at the cinema and again…”
⪩⪨
“A 40, please.” Heeseung forced out a smile and handed the skates to the young girl who just asked. He was supposed to be relaxing at home but his brother decided to have a small trip with his girlfriend and obviously, it was Heeseung’s turn to cover up for him.
He had been handing skates that smelled like sweat and rotten cheese to people for four hours, and the thoughts of doing that for another one and half made him feel sick.
“A 38, please.” Heeseung’s eyes widened at the familiar voice, he raised his head and stared at your face through his bangs.
“You!” You both shouted at the same time, making the gesture of the Spiderman meme “What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing you up and down.
Perhaps, it was the reddish lightning of the room, or the fact that your hair had grown a little, seeming like the perfect length for you; or the soft make up accentuating your face. Or maybe just the toxic fumes from the overused skates played tricks on his head.
“What’s taking so long?” One arm sneaked around your shoulders, making Heeseung raise a brow.
Oh, that was why you were there.
“My size is hard to find.” You lied, beckoning to Heeseung to do his job. Complying, he turned around and found your skates. passing them to you “Remember to take the safety precautions.” He said the same phrase he’d been repeating so many times and watched as you walked away with that guy’s arm still around your shoulder.
It shouldn’t have pissed him off, but it did. The way you smiled with him, helping him skating despite him was a lost case. Seriously, that guy sucked at skating, he had fallen so many times in just one hour.
Trying to distract himself, when he saw you approaching the counter bar, he started polishing the skates, but the urge to just talk to you was strong, so he approached you, sneakingly.
“Where’s your date?” Heeseung asked, cleaning the table with a sponge near where you were sat “Bathroom.” You replied nonchalantly
A soft frown curved his forehead “You’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes, you sure he’s still in there?” At his words you smirked “You were staring at me?” Those same two words you told him when you first met.
You added “I saw him sneaking away five minutes ago, I just like to think he had a massive diarrhoea and didn’t actually dump me.”
Fucker. If he didn’t want to go out with you anymore he could’ve at least told you face to face.
The notes of ‘She Will Be Loved’ by Maroon 5 started playing as background music. Heeseung stared at you, you looked so gorgeous with your makeup, messy hair from the skating and the same bored expression you always wore, like nothing truly entertained you enough.
“What a loser.” He joked instead, earning a scoff from you “Why don’t you put yourself to good use and make me a smoothie?” You asked, sliding three coins on the counter.
Heeseung raised a brow, “I don’t know how to do it.” You raised it back “Don’t you work here?”
He shook his head “I’m just filling in for my brother.” You rolled your eyes “How useless.”
You were about to take those coins back when Heeseung stopped you, his hands brushing against yours “I’ll do it.” You smirked “A vanilla one, thank you.”
It was already late afternoon and the skating room wasn’t as packed as it was during the early hours, so Heeseung could put aside the skates sizes to make you a smoothie. Obviously, only to prove to you he was better than you thought, not because he wanted to cheer you up. Not at all.
Fiddling a little bit with the smoothies machine, he managed to make one, a little too liquid, but still drinkable.
He placed victoriously the glass in front of you, adding a straw inside “Here ya go.” You eyed it up and down, warily “Did you spit in it?”
Heeseung put a hand on his chest, acting wounded “You think so low of me.” You sighed while shaking your hand and took a small sip of the ‘vanilla smoothie’
“How is it?” He asked, hopeful. You just shrugged “Not bad for a newbie.”
Heeseung smirked, leaning against the counter, you could feel his body heat near you “Where’s my tip?”
You rolled your eyes, pushing him away “Nowhere.”
Your phone rang at that moment, you made a gesture for him to keep quiet and answered “Yes, mom… Yes, I know— at the, don’t shout, at the skating rink—“ A heavy sigh “Okay, I’ll be home.”
You hung up and hopped off the stool “Where are you going?” Heeseung frowned, “You haven’t even finished your smoothie.”
“Curfew.” You replied, waving your phone to him. He raised a brow “Don’t ask.”
Heeseung nodded, exiting from behind the counter, still in his brother’s uniform. Now you raised a brow “Where are you going?”
“I’ll walk you home.” You scowled, your face showing surprise “You’re working.” You stated
Heeseung pointed at the clock on the wall that ticked 06:03 PM. “Technically, my shift ended three minutes ago.”
“And why would you walk me home?” You asked “If something happened to you on the way, I’m sure your ghost would haunt me.”
You tsked, “I wouldn’t give you the honour to visit you when I’m dead.” Heeseung just smiled and nudged your shoulder with his “Lead the way, Twizzlers lover.”
You just rolled your eyes and walked out as he held the door for you “Let’s go, Twizzlers stealer.”
⪩⪨
“Why did that boy leave mommy?” Jia asked, her lips shifting to a cute pout “Because he didn’t realise what a treasure your mother is.” Heeseung answered, now sitting beside Jia with her small body curled under his arm.
“And you walked her home?” He nodded, laughing at the memories “Your grandfather went crazy when he saw me walk her home, I got a slipper thrown at my head.”
Jia chuckled as well, her soft giggles echoing through the whole room “What’s so funny? I got hurt.”
Jia chuckled loudly, hiding her face in her father’s chest “Grandpa still throws slippers at you.” She stated, making Heeseung laugh again “That’s right.”
“What happened then?” She asked, wanting to know more about her parents' love story. This was better than any prince and princesses tales her mother used to tell her.
“Later, I was forced to have dinner with them.” Heeseung started narrating, “After that awkward meal, me and Y/N grew closer. We kept bickering and fighting, but with her, no conversation was forced.”
Jia frowned “What does it mean?” She naively asked, of course she wouldn’t know this yet, so Heeseung explained “Sometimes, we feel forced to talk to others, however with your mother I didn’t even have to think about what to say, words just came to my mind.”
“Mommy seemed like she hated you.” The baby stated, glancing up to her father “She didn’t.”
Jia tilted her head “How do you know?” Heeseung smiled fondly, “I just knew.”
⪩⪨
“This one’s for you!” Heeseung exclaimed, throwing the ball to the basket just to painfully miss it. You laughed loudly at his fail “I hope that’s not how you flirt with girls or that explains why you’re single.” You snickered
Heeseung reached the ball and dribbled it around the court, his sleeves rolled up and his bangs sticking to the sweat on his forehead “Only with you.” He winked, making you act as if you were about to gag.
“Do you think I’ll be able to enter the college’s basketball team?” He asked, his voice sounding a little too serious for his usual playful character.
“We still have two months to think about college,” You frowned. “Let me live my summer without any thoughts.” Heeseung chuckled and threw the ball at you, which you caught before it landed on your face.
“I know,�� He caught the ball you threw back at him “But I truly want to get a scholarship and maybe become a basketball player.” His tone may have been indifferent but his eyes were full of insecurities that could not could not be ignored.
You had been enemy (friend) with Heeseung long enough to know he had two things he deeply cared for: His family and basketball.
He was the High School team captain but hadn’t managed to receive a scholarship to enter the Sports faculty, which meant he had to rely on his own skills and money.
That wasn’t a problem, you know his family would always support his dreams, but there was something that Heeseung did not tell you about. You had a feeling, however you didn’t want to assume things. He’d tell you when he felt like it.
Your expression softened, you jumped off the railing and moved closer to him, stealing the ball from his hands, that he let you do, and taking a shot.
The ball entered the basket, making you smile proudly “You’re the best player I know, Heeseung.” You said honestly, nudging his shoulder with yours. The ball bounced back to you and you scooped it from the floor, placing a hand that signalled to Heeseung to wait there.
You rushed to your bags and took something he couldn’t see. He waited patiently, following all your movements.
You turned around and showed him what you did— holding out his basketball ball with a smiley face drawn on it “You just have to believe it too.” The smile on your lips matched with the ball’s one, but yours shone brighter. Heeseung felt a warm feeling spread all over his chest, something tickling his heart.
“Not as good as me.” You smirked playfully, taking another shot that missed the basket “Cause at least I fail gracefully.”
Heeseung shook his head, his lips curling into a small grin “You free tomorrow evening?” He suddenly asked and you quickly replied “Not at all.”
Heeseung knitted his brows “Why?” You sat back on the railing “The new season of ‘One Tree Hill’ is airing, I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
He reached for you, taking the new-styled ball in his hands and rolling it “Not even if I said I’ll buy you Twizzlers?” You pondered a little but then shook your head “Nah ah.”
“Damn.” Heeseung sighed, “I’ll watch it with you, then.”
You blinked faintly “You called my series trash yesterday.” Heeseung nodded “Well, they are.” He hopped on the railing beside you “But when I become the best basketball player in the world, I won’t be able to spend much time with you.”
You smiled, noting how he said ‘when’ and not ‘if’ “Finally some time away from you.” Heeseung faked being offended “I’ll say on national TV that you were about to sabotage my career.” You laughed “I’ll be making prayers for your downfall.”
You both laughed at whatever, teasing each other but knowing when to stop not to upset the other.
“Eight PM, tomorrow?” Heeseung questioned, “I don’t want you in my house.” You answered, laughing “I’ll climb the window.” You immediately shook your head, knowing he could manage to do it, because he had tried once “Fine, loser. Roast beef for dinner, take it or leave it.”
Heeseung smirked, biting his bottom lip “Not you as a meal?” You widened your eyes, pushing him off the railing “What the hell.”
“Ouch—“ He fell flat on the floor, “That hurt.” You wiggled your brows “Serves you right.”
“Oh yeah?” He said, tone flirty as he took the ball and hit you hard with it, making you fall “How dare you!” You started chasing after him while he ran away.
If anyone saw you from afar, they’d think you were two people madly in love with each other… and you were.
You just hadn’t realised it yet.
⪩⪨
“You wanted to become a basketball player?” Jia asked, her voice filled with sleepiness, but she wanted to know how the story continued, so she fought her eyes open.
“Yes dear,” Heeseung placed a featherlight kiss on Jia’s hair. “I played basketball and was the best player in the world— or so Y/N thought.”
“But you don’t play anymore.” She stated and Heeseung shook his head in response “No, I don’t.” Jia yawned softly “Why?”
He sighed sadly, gulping down “Before I went to college, my mother passed away.” Heeseung held Jia a little tighter “She had leukaemia, which is a very bad thing,” He explained easily so that his daughter could understand “And I needed stability, I needed something that basketball couldn’t bring me.”
Jia looked up at him “And what could?”
“Your mother.”
⪩⪨
You couldn’t believe you learned about it two days later. That day was the date of the funeral and you weren’t by Heeseung’s side. Truth to be told, you tried to reach for him a lot in the past few days, but his brother either shrugged you off or didn’t even answer the door.
You thought you did something wrong, but it turned out his mother died due to the illness that had been haunting her for over a year.
You should’ve realised it, you should be by his side, giving him the strength he needed to get through it. Which was why you were running despite the pouring rain, trying to reach the location of the funeral.
You didn’t care if you were going to be sick the next day, your fixed thought was Heeseung and just him.
Heeseung, on the other hand, had been painfully quiet and shut down. He hasn’t comprehended yet that he was going to live the rest of his life without his dear mother, facing the troubles and sufferings of adulthood alone.
The whole room was packed with relatives he had never known about, all giving him pity glances and condolences he didn’t need. He just wanted his mother back.
Sighing, he went outside to have some time alone. As soon as he stepped outside, the cold breeze hugged his body, making him shiver. The rain made his suit wet but he didn’t really care— maybe it would take the pain away with its drain.
He stared at the night sky, the moon and the stars watching him back, probably feeling pity for him too.
His heart was heavy and black, full of grief and sorrow. He just wished you were there to make it better. You always did.
Your smile, your playfulness, your sharp tongue. He liked everything about you, even your ugliest flaw.
As he was trying to fill his dull mind with the thought of you, he saw something rushing in the streets, towards his directions.
The figure kept coming closer and closer until a familiar face was lightened from the lightbulb.
There he saw you, standing under the pouring rain, looking ever so dreamlike. There was a moment where you both just studied each other’s faces, as if you hadn’t seen each other in forever— which felt like it.
Just a couple of days without you made him realise how important you are, how much he needed you. No words were exchanged, there was no necessity, you hurried your steps toward him and hugged him, your embrace so warm in contrast with the cold weather.
Heeseung let out a sob and then another until he was crying ugly on your chest, all the tears he wasn’t able to shed until that day. You rubbed soothing circles on his chest, gripping him tightly, afraid that he would shatter right there.
“W-Why..” He weeped, his voice breaking from the trembling of his lips, due to both the cold and his crying “It— It was too early.. Why her?”
You let him rumble nonsense, knowing how heartbroken and sad he was, you just held him through the pain, hoping to at least relieve some “I know, but I am here now, I won’t leave you.”
Heeseung looked up at you, his eyes glossy, his whole body soaked and nose reddened. Perfect regardless. You stared at him, afraid that if you blinked he would disappear, and he seemed to be thinking the same thought.
You placed your hands on both his cheeks, your thumb rubbing them. Heeseung gulped down, his long lashes and bambi eyes enchanting you, so mesmerising.
You didn’t know what you were doing until you felt his hot breath hit your skin, like one of Jupiter's satellites orbiting around him, getting closer and closer to him.
And then, like a crashing wave, your lips found each other into a gentle and soft kiss, his hands raising to brush against the nape of your neck.
You let out a sigh in his mouth, his hand grasping the back of your head, tilting it to deepen the kiss. It was an anchor that he needed, something not to give up for. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his body flush to yours, both of you warming the other, protecting from the darkness of the world.
He was the first to pull away, his lips swollen as he stared at you “You don’t know how much I waited for this.” He whispered, shaking his head to emphasise his words. Your whole body trembled under his touch, his expression filling with worry “Are you cold? We should—“
You shushed him by reattaching your lips together, only one kiss not enough to calm down the desire, “No,” you murmured on his lips “You just make me feel so much it’s overwhelming.” He let out a small sigh, nodding as if to say he felt the same. His heart was beating so fast he could feel it in his throat, every best spelling your name.
“Thank you for coming,” He whispered and you smiled at him “You know I wouldn’t leave you alone even if I were a ghost— Sorry!” You exclaimed, realising it was not the best time to bring up the conversation you had at the skating rink.
To your surprise, Heeseung laughed out loud and pressed his lips on your brow, ever so caring “Please, don’t ever lose it.”
Puzzled, you asked “Lose what?” Heeseung smiled, “The spark that makes you, you.”
Your breath caught in your throat, his gaze intense as he studied those same features he knew by heart. You grinned back “If I had a packet of Twizzlers, I’d give you the last one.”
Heeseung bit his bottom lip, not able to hide the way his lips curled upwards everytime he was with you. “If I had a packet of Rolos, I’d give you the last one.”
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“You kissed mommy?” Jia’s voice grew softer every passing minute “Yes— but you can’t let a person kiss you until you’re eighteen, understood?”
“Why?” She asked, playing with the arms of her purple teddy bear “Because I say so.”
“Is the story finished?” Jia questioned with another yawn, as much as she wanted to hear more, her eyelids were becoming heavier
“I’ll make it quick,” Heeseung started, massaging Jia’s arm. “Mommy and I started dating after that kiss, it wasn’t official because none of us was truly ready, but we both knew what we had was magical.” He smiled within himself.
“Then, we graduated from college and I proposed to her,” Jia’s heart-lips opened to resemble an ‘o’ “With a ring?” Heeseung dipped “Yes, with a ring as beautiful as her.”
“It was an engagement ring, we made a promise to marry after university, and as soon as we got our degrees, we prepared for the big celebration— Your mother looked so perfect by the altar.”
Jia smiled sleepily, imagining how beautiful her mother must’ve looked with the wedding dress on, all candid and white “Like a queen?” Heeseung placed a kiss on her hair “Like a queen.”
“And a couple of years later, we had you.” He smiled happily. Heeseung was so satisfied with his life, and even if he had to give basketball up, he felt like he gained more. He had a beautiful wife, always by his side and a perfect daughter he’d protect with all his might (and probably throw slippers at her boyfriend’s too). His heart never felt so full of love and affection, he was accomplished.
“But the ending…“ He turned around to finish his sentence just to see Jia had fallen asleep, her breaths shallow and calm. He tugged her better under the covers, standing up from the small bed, feeling a little sore but joyful “…Still has to be written.”
He placed another featherlight kiss on her daughter’s forehead, whispering a gentle “Good night.” Before exiting the room.
He closed the door behind her back, hurrying downstairs with light steps. Heeseung saw you were still fast asleep on the couch. He removed the blanket from your figure and hooked his arms behind your neck and knees, scooping you from it.
You blinked your eyes open, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck “Hee?” You murmured, your voice laced with sleep.
“Hey, love.” He nudged his nose with your cheek “Time to get to bed.” You hummed, snuggling closer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
Heeseung opened the door to your bedroom with his foot and slowly placed you down on the mattress. You opened your eyes again, staring at him through your half-lids “Jia?” Heeseung smiled reassuringly. “She’s sleeping, just finished telling her a story.”
He laid down beside you, wrapping the cover over your two figures, he shifted closer to you, holding you close “What story?” You asked, your voice hoarse “Just the best story ever.” He placed a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips
“By the way, I’m a better storyteller than you.” He bragged and you scoffed “Liar.”
“Maybe,” He chuckled, wrapping both his arms around your body “But do you know one thing I never lie about?”
You shook your head “I’d give you my last Rolo.” You smiled, he could feel it on his chest “I’d give you my last Twizzler too.”
[⪩⪨] END.
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bedtime
🏷️: some bedtime / cuddle headcanons for our 8 boyfriends, presented for your consideration in no particular order. implications of a sexual relationship between y’all in some of these, but it’s very mild. all of them are gender neutral as well!
Garrick holds you like you’re his teddy bear. it’s so easy for him to loop his arms around your waist and tug you into his chest and put his chin on top of your head and keep you there all night. you fit perfectly in his arms, since he’s an absolute giant. but he doesn’t want to let go of you all night, so if you need to get up… no you don’t. he gets up at the crack of dawn every morning to go lift weights, but he won’t wake you up — he’ll just tuck you in and give you a little forehead kiss before he leaves. he’s always so happy to see you in the morning when you’re up and ready, greeting you with another kiss and a gentle squeeze of a hug and asks how you slept. he’ll tease you lightly if you were drooling or snoring when he got up, but he finds it cute.
Dain is annoyingly responsible, so he’s getting you both into bed by ten every night. but he’s going to help you get ready — picking your pajamas and laying them out for you, packing your bag for the next day while you’re in the shower… makes sure that you brush your teeth and all that, and then tucks you in next to him. he likes having you wrapped up in his arms for a while, your head resting on his shoulder while you drift toward sleep. he’s always so happy when you choose to sleep in his bed, because that means you trust him — both not to hurt you, because it’s kill or be killed in the riders quadrant, and not to read your memories (because MY version of Dain would never 🥰) and also you’re making a conscious decision to choose him, over everyone else you could be with. (our boy’s a little insecure. probably because daddy dearest is such an ass.)
Brennan needs to be bribed into bed because otherwise he’ll work through the night and fall asleep at his desk. method that always works: show up at his office in your cute little jammies, stand behind his chair, gently massage the stress out of his shoulders and use that soft sweet voice to ask him to come up, because you can’t sleep without him :( and he’ll fold immediately. paperwork: abandoned. just let him drag himself through the shower and he’ll be ready to curl up with you. he likes to rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as a reminder that you’re alive and well. like Garrick, he’s not letting go of you any time soon. you’re stuck there, sorry <3
conversely, Bodhi is the one tugging you into bed. he wants to lay down and cuddle as soon as you’re done with dinner. he likes to alternate between big spoon and little spoon, because there’s perks to both. as the big spoon, he gets to keep you nice and safe and warm in his arms (this boy is SO toasty warm at all times) but also he needs to be touching you at all times. and as the small spoon, he gets to be held the way he deserves! he likes to be facing you, though (I know that’s not technically spoons, but idk the name). put your arm around his waist and play with his hair and let him nuzzle his cheek into your shoulder and give you a few lazy neck kisses before he knocks right out.
Ridoc is absolutely shameless. yes, he likes being close to you and showing love, holding you and keeping you safe and warm, but his favorite part of snuggling is the access to your body. you’re right there — and so are all the soft parts of you that he loves. he can squeeze your hips / thighs / ass / chest, and rub his hands all over, under the guise of helping you wind down. he’s respectful though — if he knows you’re truly exhausted, or you tell him to quit it, he won’t do any of that. maybe one little affectionate pat on the hip, or him rubbing your back a little, but otherwise he’ll be hands off and just go to sleep, holding you gently. apart from the feral side, he’s very sweet, and wants to make sure you’re comfy. he’d let you have more of the pillows and blankets / the better ones, because he loves you and knows you need your sleep.
Liam is another that is tugging you into bed. he gets pouty when you stay up too late doing other things bc he wants to cuddle. likes to lay his head on your chest for, wrap his arms around your waist and let your heartbeat lull him to sleep while you give him head scratches, sweet puppy baby. he’s also subconsciously protecting you this way, curling up on top of you to shield you from danger. you don’t sleep like that all night though, because you need to move around and get more comfy, but you’ll find yourselves cuddled together in the morning, you laying on him, or spooning or something. he always wants to be close to you for a while before he goes off to follow Violet around, so he’ll purposely wake up 10-15 mins early. if he accidentally wakes you up, he’ll whisper like… “Get some more sleep, honey. I love you.” and then when you settle back down against him, he’ll lay there for a while just silently appreciating that you’re his partner and you’re so pretty and sweet and soft.
Sawyer would be a little shy at first, but once you’re in an established relationship, he’s shameless about it. if you get in bed first, he’s tugging you into his arms, or if he gets in first, he’s making grabby hands and opening his arms to you like — ’mere. lemme hold u. when he has his injury, that complicates things a little since you don’t want to put pressure on his leg or cause him pain. you settle for holding hands, like sea otters, and make up for the lost physical contact with plenty of hugs and kisses. once he’s finally healed, though, it’s back to snuggling every night. he likes to be the one to hold you, because he wants to feel like the more masculine partner in the traditional sense (the same with Dain. idk. they just give me the vibe that they want a sweet little partner to protect and hold. that’s why I gave him peach).
Aaric… I’m torn on him. I feel like he’s a little prissy about his beauty sleep, but he’d still cuddle with his partner a bit and share a bed. maybe not every night, though. he’d have a very comfortable bed, both in the castle, because duh, but also in Basgiath and at Riorson house, because he’s somehow acquired extra pillows and blankets; the softest ones, too — rich boy habits die hard. he’d like to be the one holding you, though. letting you rest your head on his chest / shoulder, or being the big spoon for you. he’s pretty tall and pretty built, so it would be nice to have him completely cover you like that. he’d probably also be up super early, like Garrick, and would also give you a soft little goodbye kiss and let you sleep another hour. he really likes the sight of you in his bed (not like that, but also yes like that — I mean more in a sense of: this person is mine, they’re sleeping in my blankets and making the bed smell like them, and nobody else gets that.)
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luveline · 2 years ago
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hey pookie bear❤️❤️ i was wondering if u could do james x reader but enemies to lovers/one bed troupe, i can’t find enemies to lovers with james very often and my mind is craving it. thank you ily❤️❤️
hey!! ily tysm for requesting!!! —you and co-worker!james share a hotel room for the night. fem!reader, 1.5k
James Potter is the most insufferable, arrogant, suffocating boy you've ever met in your entire life, so when you hear you'll be sharing a room with him tonight, you shut down. Total icy silence. If he wants conversation, he can ring one of his irritating mates. 
It feels borderline illegal to have your workplace make you share a room considering, but you're adults, and the trip was supposedly all inclusive. Not even the most luxurious per diem could make this worth it, though. 
James lays in the middle of the bed, arms behind his head, skin awash by lamplight and hair a dark halo against the crisp white linens. He grins at you and you despise how handsome he is. Handsome, and such a fucking prick of a man. 
"Won't you join me?" he teases. 
You've kept your vow to ignore him until that point. "Please don't lie on my side of the bed." 
He moves over, looking startlingly apologetic. You'd believe he was repentant, but he asks, "What's the point? You'll be in my arms sooner or later." 
You nibble the inside of your lip. He agitates you, he irks you, but you know James is a good guy. His irritating mates are the same. When you joined the office, he made sure they all remembered to celebrate your birthday though it'd only been a few weeks. When you fell up the icy steps on the way in one morning, James didn't take the piss. He helped you up into the doorway and frowned at your bloody knees and ripped tights like they physically pained him.  
"Do you want to shower first?" you ask. 
"I shower in the mornings. Thank you. But I can strip down now if you'd like." 
"James, please," you say, rubbing your eyes. You'd usually have something much more biting to say, but you're tired. At the last second, you summon the energy. "No one wants to see that." 
He glares at you like he's remembered he doesn't like you. 
"Cruel." 
He leans over the edge of the bed and pulls a book out of his suitcase where it lays in arm's reach. 
"I didn't know you could read," you add. 
"Points off for awfulness. Put your jammies on, shortcake, I wanna see what you packed." 
He's being a creep to annoy you. It's working. You grab your pyjamas and a change of underwear and leave his presence to the small bathroom for a quick shower. You take your time to dry off. It's too big a wish to have him be sleeping when you emerge, and sure enough, he's wide awake but changed into his own pyjamas, plaid bottoms and a white t-shirt. 
"Now I know you're obsessed with me," he says, raising his eyebrows over the pages of his book. 
You cross your arms self consciously over your near identical pyjamas, the bathroom door closing behind you. 
James waits for you to put your dirty clothes in your suitcase before piping up again. "You look adorable." 
"Fuck off, please." 
He snorts and kicks the sheets down the length of the bed. Stretching with a groan that makes your stomach hurt, he puts his novel tented down on the nightstand. His glasses are next. He looks different without them but no less handsome. If anything, the eagle shape of his nose is more pronounced without them, as is the little pink scar on his cheek, stark against his brown skin. 
"You're an awful roommate," he says decisively, "you use all the hot water, you leave the windows open, as now you're ogling me. I feel rather objectified." 
You avert your eyes guiltily. "You might want to take your temperature. You likely have a fever, considering how delusional you're acting."
"Ooh, burn." 
Face hot with spite, you push back the sheets on your side of the bed and turn off your lamp. After a second, James turns off his. 
"You're not brushing your teeth?" you ask. Your voice lacks a specific bite, fatigue kicking in. 
"Did while you were in the bathroom." 
"What'd you do with the toothpaste spit?" 
"Swallowed it." 
You laugh. It sounds much too friendly, and you hate it. "You're disgusting," you mutter. 
You slide down flat on your back and pull the sheets over your legs and stomach, more than aware of his nearness and the heat of his body already waiting for you under the thin quilt. He smells nice, this close. Like deodorant, mint, but something else that snags your attention. 
You hate him so much sometimes —he steals your pens constantly from your desk, he never offers you a cup of coffee even when he's making them for everyone else, and he's lazy. He doesn't do his third of the finances on time. He nudges his desk into yours to make your small figurines fall over and calls it 'earthquake training'. They're fucking plastic. James Potter drives you up the goddamn wall, and being close to someone like this couldn't be more awkward. You're stiff as a board. 
"I was only kidding earlier," James says. He's quiet, but so is the room. He might as well yell. "I wouldn't lay a finger on you if you didn't want me to." 
"You gave me a snakebite three days ago." 
"I thought you had a bug on you," he says furiously, having had this argument already. "That's not the point. If you want me to sleep on the floor, I'll do that. I have no intention of making you uncomfortable." 
"You've already failed, then." 
He sighs. "I can go sleep on the floor in Sirius and Remus' room." 
"They wouldn't have you in the bed?" you joke lightly. They have a close friendship. It's nice, even though you might pretend they're a throuple whenever single girls visit the office to ruin his chances. 
"Oh, they probably would." 
"It's fine. Don't… don't bother. It's not a big deal for me if it isn't for you. I know you wouldn't try anything." 
"Yeah?" 
"Of course. You're a bitch, but I don't believe you're that kind." 
James laughs loudly, his chuckles shaking the mattress. You swear you can feel his eyes on your face, though the room is bathed in darkness and the strings of scarce red light blinking from the alarm clock. 
"Good. I'm not that kind of bitch," he agrees. 
"Well. Goodnight." 
"Yeah, goodnight, shortcake." 
You roll your eyes at his nickname. Whether your short or tall isn't his concern, James calls you shortcake because he's very tall, and he holds that against you often like a schoolyard tease, papers held out of reach, your figurines hidden in alcoves or on top of cabinets.
You turn onto your favoured side and try not to care that you're facing him. James falls asleep first, his breath slowing until a snore emerges, his weight dipping the cheap mattress. Combined with your own, you start to slide toward one another. 
Fucks sake, you think, edging back. 
Space reestablished between you, you close your eyes and try not to think about what he looks like when he sleeps. As you nod off, you feel the soft skin of a hand curling around your forearm. A quarter circle rubbed into your pulse. 
— 
James wakes first, and he is Oh so thankful. He isn't a pervert, he swears, he has no idea why he's curled around you like this. Hugging your arm to his chest like a teddy, his face curved downward, his nose pressed to your forehead, he wakes and he panics hard. 
You aren't touching him back. Sunlight filters in through shitty translucent blinds and kisses your unassuming face, your lashes lightened, your lips pointed down in sleep. He worries something's upsetting you while you doze. He bites his tongue. 
It's none of his business. None of his business why you're having a restless morning. 
James twists and lets your arm fall naturally back onto the sheets, squinting in the sun at the alarm clock. It's barely five AM. You needn't wake for another two hours but you will, if you keep frowning. 
James holds his breath. Carefully, he settles back onto his side facing you and cups your face. It feels too intimate, too much. He pulls his hand away after half of a second, opting to take your hand again instead. 
He's seen you cry before. Bloody hands and knees, humiliated and cold, you'd sniffled on the steps leading into the office and asked him not to tell anyone. Remus and Sirius know everything there is to know about James. His genuine but waning dislike for you, his budding crush. And yet, after pretty much a lifetime telling them every secret he'd ever come into contact with, James didn't tell them about that. He gave you the packet of tissues from his pocket, and he told you a lie about falling in the exact same place a year before you started working with them. 
The expression you gave him then is the same you wear now as he rubs the palm of your hand with his index fingers. You're comforted. Your unseen unhappiness abates.
James falls asleep like that, drawing shapes into your hand. 
i love him i want him to be my office frenemy. ty for reading!! pls reblog if u enjoyed it means so much to me!
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sharp-silver4795 · 3 months ago
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can I have bloody painter x reader cuddling/kissing headcanons?
Ofc! He’s fun to write 🤭
Bloody Painter Relationship HCs
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I uh- kinda did more than cuddles…. I went full romance on this
Cuddling
He loves to spoon. Wrapping his hands around your waist or midsection makes him feel warm and giddy.
Buddy’s kinda short, so he’s not against being the little spoon!
Lays between your legs on his back with his head on your chest/abdomen when he wants attention.
Rest your chin on his shoulder and he’s in heaven.
Helen can and will sit on your lap for hugs that way. He doesn’t care if it’s atypical for a guy, he’s short and tiny and perfect teddy bear size.
Don’t tease him about it though. Especially if you’re tickling 👀
He’s impossible to tickle
Kisses
I’ve said before that he’s ass in bed, but he’ll kiss you so sweetly.
He loves you so much, he’s never been good a physically showing it.
He will kiss your head while walking by randomly.
If you’re cuddling, don’t be surprised if you get a lil red mark from him kissing you on the same spot too many times.
He’s a man of habit 🤷
He wants to kiss you every chance he can. You lips are so nice against his and he just can’t help but feel like he’s worthy in your eyes.
Every damn time he’s biting his tongue to keep him from saying pinch me. Is this real?
Date Night
He’ll ask you to come to his room, walk you to one of the highest levels of the dungeon castel, motion you to his window, show you the stars from it.
He’d take you up to the roof at dusk to show you the Earth Star (Saturn).
If you ever wanna take the relationship further (💍) he’ll always tell you no since the only rings worthy of you were stolen by Neptune.
Picnics, sleeping in, doing dishes, cleaning the castel, watching a movie and falling asleep a quarter of the way through. Those are his favorite moments.
Creepypasta Love = Insane Love
He’d never paint you. To him, being in one of his paintings is a death sentence. No matter how many times you ask, he’ll never do it.
Instead, he’ll draw others for you. Any issues you have with someone, they’ll be in his paintings.
Yes! He will kill for you. And he will do so shamelessly.
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Lil blurb: Cold Nights
Info: 2nd person POV, BP is referred to as Helen & Hel cuz nicknames 🤷
Summary: It’s cold out, the heat is out, and you’re not the only one who’s chilly.
It’s cold out. The heating isn’t working- no shocker there, this place is damn near older than the country it’s in.
You curl into the sheets for warmth, and are met with no comfort. It seems like even the BED is frozen.
Hands on your arms, shivering, you scale the stairs up to the southeast tower where your boyfriend resides. Once you get to the top, you realise that this was likely a mistake. Higher altitude means it’s gonna be colder. That is, until you see that there’s… steam coming from Helen’s room.
You walk in and find that he is fresh out of a warm shower. He looks at you calmly in very warm-looking jammies. You practically waddles to him, feeling like an ice block. When your head hits his shoulder, it clicks in his head.
He walks you to his bed, lays down, and motions for you to cuddle up with him. He runs his fingers through your hair, before they rest at your cheek, to pull your face to his, kissing you softly.
He breaks the tender touch, Your mouth is cold. He laughs at your unamused stare. “Fuck you, Hel.” His laughter only grows. You snuggle up together for the night. You gotta stay warm somehow.
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abilouwrites · 1 year ago
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WINTER
It’s too cold and I miss Jamie Drysdale I haven’t seen booboo bear in forever
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“I’m still concerned how you think this” jamie shrugs to the 60 degree weather that’s begun invading California, “is cold” but nonetheless he still lets me drag a blanket all around the house and lets me cuddle up to him all the time. Even when I stick him with my cold feet.
“You grew up in fucking— fucking Canada” I butt out, “you have an unfair advantage” I whine at him. As I slowly drag myself back into our bedroom, “why is it so cold”
“Because it’s fall” He never misses a beat as he stands in the door way. Leaning against the frame as I snuggle myself into my side of the bed.
He eventually leans in and takes his shoes off before sliding into bed with me, still in his hoodie but thankfully taking off his hat before he snatches me with his arms.
“You’re freezing” He groans, I move into him and he tries to scoot away, “no you’re cold”
“Yeah but you’re warm, please jammy, im so cold. And you love me” I complain latching myself into him.
“You’re going to be the death of me. I hope you know that”
“I would never”
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Trevorzegras - Jimmy with the rizz
Jamiedrysdale - stfu
Nicohischier - y/n. Didnt you grow up in Germany. Where it’s like negative degrees
Y/n.official - hush Nico baby. Hushhh
Jamiedrysdalefan1 - stop why r they so cute together
Jamiedrysdale - she’s a solid 10
Jamiedrysdalefan1 - AH HE RESPONDED
Jamiedrysdale - you have the coldest feet ever but I still love you
Y/n.official - dw bbg I’ll still marry you
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Ice cold baby
Matbarzal - how’d this man get a 10
Y/n.official - 🤷‍♀️
Jamiedrysdale - a little offended over here
Trevorzegras - Mama y Papa
Y/n.official - my son, my baby!!
Jamiedrysdale- stop enabling him
Trevorzegras - don’t say that jimmy
Anaheimducks - so cute
Y/n.official - I totally agree!
Jamiedrysdalefan1 - y/n on the ducks??
Y/n.official - they need to sign me
Jamiedrysdale - you fell over three times and tripped over the puck.
Y/n.official - hes lying
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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year ago
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omg dealer!remus helping autistic!reader when she’s overstimulated or like near a meltdown please :))
“Please don’t touch me,” you say as you open the car door.
Remus hums, already setting the ac on the coldest it can go and putting your seat warmers on.
“I won’t baby,” he puts the car in reverse and pulls out of the lot of your work. “Do you want your headphones?”
You shake your head. “Can you play it through the car?”
The rest of the car drive is spent with Remus taking the longest, most scenic route for you to get home.
By the time he pulls into your garage, you’ve tears streaming down your face and your eyes are closed.
He’s worried, but not as worried as he used to be. “M’gonna start a bath and heat up your jammies,” Remus wants desperately to plant a kiss to your forehead, but he doesn’t want to make your overstimulation worse.
“Thanks Rem,” your voice is strained, your body using all its remaining energy to carry you out the car and up the stairs behind him.
While you’re in the bath, Remus is setting about the laundry room and the kitchen.
After half an hour, you exist the bathroom and out in your toasty pyjamas- the ones with the bears on it because they’re extra fleece-like and you love how soft they are on you.
“I made you that noodle soup you like, ‘ve got everything David Tennent ready to go on the telly, sweet girl. We don’t have to talk about anything till you’re ready.”
“You’re the best,” you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him close as you exhale.
Remus doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate the hug, the pressure of his arms around your back causing your shoulders to drop and your toes to uncurl.
“I love you, you’re safe with me and you’re gonna feel better, yeah?” The words are whispers on your hairline.
“Yeah, I love you Rem.”
“I love you too, precious girl, c’mon before the soup gets cold.”
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pupkashi · 1 year ago
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This might be a little self-indulgent prompt because I’m currently in my Christmas jammies but imagine Satoru seeing you for the first time in your Christmas elf pajamas that you wear every year
ANON THIS IS O CUTE 😭😭😭😭 no because i got my first matching pj set this year and I’m SO excited to wear them 😭😭😭
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i can imagine him already unpacking the ornaments to decorate the tree and you’re like “hold on i have to get in uniform,” with the most serious look on your face.
he’s just standing them dumbfounded, shiny ornament in his hand as you walk into your shared bedroom, energizing minutes later clad in your matching christmas jammies, fuzzy socks with polar bears in Santa hats on your feet.
“alright I’m ready,” you smile, satoru’s mouth is open a bit, a smile on his face and eyes sparkling as he takes you in.
he didn’t think it was possible, but he loved you more now than he did before. “you look so-” he begins, “silly?” you cut him off, he shakes his head immediately.
“adorable!” he exclaims, setting the ornament down and taking two king strides before swooping you into his arms. “god i love you so much,” he giggles, pressing kisses all over your face, “Santa’s little helper,” he laughs, setting you down, “you know what it’s fitting! considering how short you are.”
you gasp at him, smacking his arm playfully, “you’re just tall! anyone to you is short,” you huff. satoru pressing a kiss to your pouty lips, smiling when throw your arms over his shoulders, fingers playing with the tuft of snowy hair at the nape of his neck (he’s glad his hair was overgrown if meant you’d play with it like this).
“we’ll now i just feel left out,” he sighs dramatically, “just ‘cause I’m tall i cant have christmas jammies? i cant be an elf with my lover?” satoru could’ve been an actor, an Oscar nominee at that.
there’s already tears pricking his eyes when you laugh at him, pulling away from his embrace and grabbing the ornament he had set down. “I got you a matching set, in already on the bed.”
he would absolutely light up, giddy as he ran into the bedroom, changing faster than he ever had and emerging in a matching set, “now I’m ready to decorate!”
he never went another Christmas without a matching pj set, always making sure the two of you matched during the tree decoration.
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tinylilacbun · 2 years ago
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Hey babes! Can you guys possibly do a daddy stucky little reader where their little gets her period for the first time. They are super cuddly and overbearing, but she loves it ❤️
Period Cuddles
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Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, period, mentions of blood, many kisses, fluff, this is not really proofread 😬
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Whining you turned to your other side, the light that was shining through the curtains blinding you a little.
You rubbed your tired eyes and pout, you felt miserable. Sitting up you pulled the bed covers off your body, gasping when you saw a bloodstain on the white sheets.
Tears were already building up in your eyes and you let out a whimper.
When Steve heard you through the baby monitor he stopped what he was doing and went to your room.
He frowned when he found you sniffling on your bed, your knees pulled up to your chest and a stuffie clutched close.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he cooed. When he got closer he saw the reason you were crying, instantly starting to comfort you. "It's okay, little doll. Don't be scared, daddy is here."
"Let's get you in a nice bath, yeah?" you only nod holding your arms up for him.
Steve gently picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom, on the way there he crossed paths with Bucky, who was worried because of your tear-strained face.
The blonde whispered something to him that you didn't really understand and Bucky pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
In the bathroom the water was already filling the tub while Steve helped you out of your jammies, throwing them in the laundry basket. He picked you up again and lowered you into the warm water, your muscles finally relaxing.
"There we go. Does that feel nice?" he chuckled when you closed your eyes.
While Steve gave you your bath, Bucky was changing your bedsheets and preparing his and Steve's bed for you to sleep in the next days, both knowing you wouldn't want to leave their side.
The Super Soldiers know it's your first time having your period and want it to be as comfortable as possible for you, they both had to ask Natasha for advice.
You giggled a little when Steve slightly blew air into your face with the hair dryer.
"Silly daddy!"
"Oh, I'm silly you say?" he smiled and kissed your cheek, reaching out to grab a pull-up. "You should wear those for the next few days, ok doll? You don't have to use them! They are just for the blood."
You nod and let him slip on the pull-up, your jammies followed next. Steve picked you up and got to the master bedroom where you saw Bucky moving around.
Your head perked up at what Bucky prepared for you. "I can sleep here?"
"Yes, Doll. You can sleep here with us the next few days." your dada announced happily and took you from Steve's arms, blowing raspberries to your cheek and placing you in the middle of their bed.
You quickly got comfortable and your eyes went wide at all the snacks that were stacked on the nightstand, making a grabby hand for your sippy that Steve gladly handed to you.
Bucky handed you a pill before you could drink. "Here, Doll, it's for the pain." he winked.
"Fank you." you quickly swallowed the painkiller and laid down.
A few moments later you saw both of your daddies coming out of the attached bathroom, both dressed in their famous snuggle outfits. You were squealing on the inside with glee, you get to cuddle with them the whole day! Not only today though.
The super soldiers got quickly on each side of you, squishing you in between them.
"Everything is okay, daddies are here doll," Bucky whispered and kissed your head.
"How are you feeling? Or do you need anything else?" Steve asked worried that you might not be comfortable.
Bucky chuckled that his boyfriend went into mama bear mode. Steve is protective in general but when he's in that mode he won't even leave your side, constantly making sure you're alright.
"M good, thank you daddy" you smiled and sat up a little. "Can we watch 'toons? And eat some snacks?" you hesitantly asked the last part.
"Sure doll" Bucky smirked and handed you your favorite candy first.
Next, he reached out for his phone to answer Natasha's messages, telling her that everything worked and thanking her for the bits of advice. He put his phone away, Bluey was already playing on the TV and they could hear you humming to the intro.
Steve and Bucky looked at each other with proud smiles and leaned in to kiss each other softly.
"Bluey!" you giggled and they both got comfortable, all wrapped around you.
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marsi-is-depressed · 4 months ago
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Honey, I'm covered in blood
Soft and tired!Luigi Largo x wife!reader
Tw/Cw: mentions of blood
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You sat on the floor in your GeneCo room. Outside, it was already dark, and you were preparing for bed. You'd already scrubbed your skin, brushed your teeth, and put on your nicest jammies.
"You startled me, you rascal!" you growl, looking up at Luigi Largo, your eyes widening slightly as you notice his bloodstained clothing. "Can you braid my hair?" You enquire. Luigi tilts his head to one side as he closes the door behind him. "I'm covered in blood and you are asking me if I could braid your hair?" He asks you blankly.
"Is that your blood?" you ask, pointing at his clothing. He simply shakes his head and sits on your bed. "Well then," you respond, sliding backwards between his thighs.
Luigi breathes deeply and grins lightly as he stares down at you, still in lack of belief. "You're insane," he says under his breath, but his hands are already going for the hair tie resting on your wrist.
You lean back gently, relishing the sensation of someone else taking control for a change. Luigi's hands, while saturated with dried blood, are remarkably delicate as he begins splitting your hair into two portions. "You're going to ruin my pyjamas, you know," you remark quietly, your eyes drooping close. Despite his uncomfortable state, his presence feels curiously soothing.
"Don't worry about the pyjamas; I'll give them to the genterns to wash," he says, his voice raspy but less harsh than normal. His fingers glide swiftly, and you realise he's done this before, most likely with Amber.
"So…who's blood is that?" you enquire nonchalantly, not really prepared to confront the issue. It's simpler to speak when his hands are braiding your hair. There is a pause in the atmosphere,
"Do you really want to find out?" he asks, snapping the hair tie to end the first braid. You feel his fingers travel to the next patch of hair, his touch calm and unaffected by the subject. "Perhaps not," you declare, trembling slightly as the chilly night air enters through the window. Luigi's knee twitches slightly when you roll your head back onto his leg to look up at him.
Luigi's eyes widened slightly when your head contacted his inner thigh. "What?" you ask him, perplexed, turning your head slightly. "N...nothing.." He shudders; you've never seen him unwind. You gaze intently into his eyes, hoping to discover an explanation for his unusual behaviour. "I know you've had a bad day; can I help you in any way?" you offer, placing your hand on his leg.
Luigi's eyes flutter as your palm softly rests on his leg. He swallows hard, evidently unaccustomed to this level of care. His eyes, which are normally keen and calculating, soften briefly before he immediately returns to his customary harsh demeanour.
"You don't need to worry about me," he mutters, his voice a little sterner. "I've endured worse." His hands, which were so skilled and confident when braiding your hair, are now fidgeting slightly, unsure of what to do.
You can tell there's more going on than he's letting on, but pressuring him may push him away. Luigi is used to bearing his responsibilities alone, and you don't know how much he'll allow you in; he'll probably yell at you or storm off. But you're here now and want to support.
"You're always saying that," you mention carefully, your thumb subconsciously drawing a little pattern on his leg. "But you don't have to deal with everything by yourself."
Luigi looks down at your hand on his leg, as if deciding whether to pull away or accept it. There is a lengthy wait, the room becoming silent as the air between you seems taut with unsaid words; he may explode at any moment. He shuts his eyes briefly, as if fighting an internal war.
"Maybe not," he finally concedes, his voice nearly too low to be heard. It's the closest he's ever been to acknowledging weakness. He turns aside, his mouth clenching as if the admission itself was too much.
You nod, aware of the seriousness of his remarks. You shift slightly to sit closer to him, the warmth of your presence comforting him even if he doesn't express it out loud.
"Let me help you just this once," you offer softly. "You don't need to say anything. "Just let me be here."
Luigi does not instantly answer, but his shoulders appear to relax. His hand glides nervously, hovering over yours briefly before resting on top of it.
The sensitivity in his touch stands in sharp contrast to the blood-stained devastation he has experienced. The room is peaceful, with the subtle rustling of leaves outside and your heart beating steadily against the tension in the air.
For a long time, neither of you spoke. The weight of uttered words persists, yet it does not cause discomfort. Instead, it seems like a delicate, uncommon tranquilly that is still present.
"You don't have to fix everything, you know," you whisper. Your thumb continues to form a delicate design on his leg, anchoring both of you in the present moment.
Luigi lets out a short puff of laughter, but it's not funny; it's more like incredulity. "It's not that easy," he murmurs, still avoiding your gaze as if he's terrified of being seen.
"I know," you say quietly, leaning back slightly into him and feeling the warmth of his body behind you. "But you aren't alone, Luigi. "Not tonight."
His hold tightens briefly, and his fingers flex as he resists the temptation to pull away again. Instead, he remains still, his jaw clenched as if holding back something he can't quite express.
The stillness extends once again before Luigi takes a hesitant breath. His eyes eventually meet yours, a whirlwind of emotions whirling beneath the surface—frustration, tiredness, and something else, gentler.
Without saying anything, he leans closer, softly placing his forehead against yours. The world around you appears to disappear, and the night draws closer as you get immersed in the calm intimacy of the moment.
Then, with surprising tenderness, Luigi drops his head gently, brushing his lips against yours. The kiss is hesitant and timid as if he's testing the waters with something new. You softly reciprocate the kiss, your hands reaching to the back of his neck, fingers gliding into his honey-brown hair as you pull him a little closer.
It's not hurried or urgent, but rather a peaceful understanding—a shared moment between two individuals who have seen too much of the world yet have found consolation in one another.
When he eventually draws back, his gaze remains on yours, gentler but still cautious. He lays his forehead on yours again, his breathing steady but slightly shaky, as if letting go of so much was more difficult than he thought.
"Thank you," he says so gently you nearly miss it. But the weight of just two words hovers in the air, symbolising trust.
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artdcnaldson · 5 months ago
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for fluff night! maybe just some cute body worship from pat or art. just kissing and caressing you, no sexual agenda. they just love you and you to feel loved🥰
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ouughhhh this is so patrick to me <3
laying in bed in your jammies in the morning right when you wake up and he's just tracing over your arms, then up to your collarbones, making you squirm bc you're ticklish. He kisses your eyes, then nose, cheeks and chin and lips and the furrow between your brows.
"What're you doing?" Your voice is all groggy and scratchy with sleep as you watch him, the way he's looking at you like he's seeing you. Feeling small and important under his gaze simultaneously.
He lifts up your shirt, trailing rough fingers along the soft skin of your tummy, along your ribs. He makes you shiver with each brush and movement. "Just admiring you," he says. "I leave tomorrow, and I want to remember everything."
Normally, you'd make some comment to take a picture, it'll last longer, but he seems so earnest about it that you can't bear to cheapen the moment. You let him just take you in, trail his lips over the skin of your calves, trace every scar and dimple and mark like they're important to him. Maybe they are.
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angelbambisworld · 11 months ago
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Gene the morning after I peg him and leave him writhing and moaning like a girl
All joking aside, look at my little pookie bear in his little ducky jammies!
Y'know when I was a kid, I used to be scared of Gene. But now that I've grown up and gotten to know this man a little more. . .He really is just one goofy motherfucker. God I love him.
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immeasurablesaladagere · 5 months ago
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hi!!! Ive been lurking on your account for a while and i love ur work!!! do u think you could write some headcanons for regressor wilson? thank u :33
Yay Little!Wilson headcanons! Here you go!
Very soft and calm while regressed. 
Age range 2-4. Lil small man.
Not very talkative. He prefers not to talk if he doesn’t have to, but he technically always can. When he does talk his voice is higher-pitched and almost always in a whisper or mumble, House frequently has to ask him to speak up if he wants something.
Collects original-series beanie bears and has them organized on a shelf. He doesn’t really “play” with them so much as changes their positions around to make little scenes and then looks at them, very proud of himself. Each scene is left for weeks at a time before he changes it.
He doesn’t regress often and is very unlikely to do it for fun like Chase, Cameron, or even House will.
Regresses most commonly when he’s tired physically or emotionally, or sick, which leads to him being a sleepy and very low-energy little. He just wants a blanket, some kind words, and a back scratch, then he’ll take a nap.
When he’s exhausted he just gets that feeling that’s like his inner-toddler who just wants to cry and have a nap, and that feeling triggers regressing.
He’s a cliche, bless his little soul. He likes exactly what you think he does. Neutral tones, greys, baby-blue blankets and pacis, wears soft clothes and his silly little sweater vests, and his favourite stuffed animal is a hugging-size brown bear.
Doesn’t have many toys because he’s usually not awake or playful while regressed, but House and the Ducklings have gotten him one or two things against his will. He has a children’s microscope (House), one of those things in every dentist’s office (Foreman), and a plastic elephant (Cameron, she picked it out for him when she was little).
Calls pyjamas “jammies”.
Likes warm angel milk and a couple digestive cookies as a night snack.
Will cry if specifically House is mean to him.
If he isn’t allowed to/able to sleep he gets whiny and completely uncooperative. Like will-not-walk uncooperative, he will go boneless on you.
Technically doesn’t need to be supervised when he’s regressed most of the time because of how much he sleeps, but House secretly doesn’t like the idea of leaving little Wilson by himself. Wilson knows this and hasn’t said anything.
Likes older Disney movies like OG Snow White, Treasure Planet, Fox and the Hound, etc.
Giggles if someone makes a funny face at him.
Sweet baby, no thoughts behind his eyes. 
Taub once tried to teach him the swears and House had to stop him.
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helpinghanikan · 1 year ago
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Domestic December: COD
Day 3: Night time (Ghost)
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Simon tended to have the communicative abilities of a teenager. Sure, he’d tell you if he was headed to the store or if he was expecting someone. But he also tended to disappear the second you turned your back. It was only because your dogs were gone too that you didn’t get that bundle of worry in your gut.
Look out the window and you’ll see a whole other kind of ghost walking down the street. A tall man in black with two dogs on either side of him. One, a German Shepard Named Riley. The other a mixed breed named Jax on his last legs of life.
His head moves on a bit of a swivel when he walks or runs. Keeping an eye out for any noise or threat that was lurking in the world around him. Never once had he turned all the way around to look back. If he did he’d see a ghost of his own. The living ghost of someone he loved and couldn’t bear to think of as being a ghost. That was likely why he never looked back.
There’s no point in waiting up for him. Neither of you were the kind for a very clinging relationship. By this time of night you were pretty much left to your own devices. Brushing your teeth, putting on jammies, and getting hair ready were all the different sorts of things you got done while Simon took his walk.
By the time he got back you’d be rolled over in bed. Slightly awoken by tapping puppy-dog nails on your hardwood floors. If that didn’t wake you up than the bed dipping as heavy weight sits down on Simon’s side of the bed.
 You get another side of Simon when he turns off his lamp light. The first being a hand on your shoulder, a gentle squeeze as he whispers, “Goodnight,”
“Night, Babe,” You reply, reaching up to squeeze his hand.
For about an hour or longer you try to sleep with your backs to the other. Riley and Jax starting to snore, maybe fart, on the bedroom floor. Simon not allowing them to be on the bed for any reason than an early morning snuggle.
Eventually, one of you cracks in the middle of the night. This time it was your turn; rolling over gently to look over his body in the dark. Your adjusted eyes making out the outline of thick muscle, of strong thighs, and the blonde hair of a man you loved. How could you have done anything but reach out and touch him?
He can feel your touch through his sleep shirt. Even if he was actually asleep he’d stir immediately to the sensation of your knuckles running down his spine. Checking his entire body as if to be sure that he was still whole.
The way he rolls over is almost clumsy. The bed creaking, sheets getting tied up around your ankles, and the dogs grumbling down below at all the noise.
None of that matters, though. The only thing that matters is his sudden closeness. His weight and size pushing you flat to your back. His lips on yours before any noise you might have made could escape. Silencing you as effectively as he would any target in the field.
Your lovemaking during this time is slow and all consuming. It’s not so much the act of fucking but the absolute need to be close that drives you forward into eachother. When the dark of the room covers you both and lets the emotional desperation take control.
None of the words Simon grunts into your ear makes a lot of sense. Not that they very much need to. You knew what he meant with each jumbled mess of words; how he loves you, needs you, wants you, and by God will he have you again and again. All of that is spoken into your spirit with each thrust and bite to your lips.
Come morning he’ll be taking Riley for a real run. As if he hadn’t left you a demolished mess to be cleaned up when he gets back.
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