#i scared my poor bunny like 3 times

[incomprehensible-phasmid]

Anyway, I watched the rwrb movie

... I once again realized why I like books more than movies

Also, I promised myself that I'm not gonna complain about it no matter what I think, but as someone who loves the book dearly, I still feel like venting a little 😅 (no one's going to read this anyway, no way I'm tagging this lol)

Anyway, I feel like someone personally asked me about what my favorite parts of the book were and they removed ALL OF THEM (okay, not all, but like 90%). Insane.

Also, they toned it down so much? It wasn't half as unhinged and dramatic, and they removed a lot of the tension and weight? ...why? I mean, I understand they needed to cut a lot of things for screentime (it's a very fast-paced book where a lot of things happen) Honestly, it might've worked better as a series, but well.

I don't say it was bad, it was good as a rom(com?), probably would've enjoyed it a lot more if I didn't know the book (and maybe if I was 10 years younger lol)

TLDR: read the book 😭

[formulawolff]

gg stays the night at Toto’s when he has Jack for the weekend… Jack wakes up with a nightmare and gg offers to put him back to bed, sharing some quality time together and in this interaction, gg imagines children of her own in the future, something she would’ve never considered before

i am so sorry!!!

i just now got to this!!!

but i wanted to write a little blurb about it! i hope you enjoy it! <3

"papaaaa!"

a cry floods the room, bringing you out of your slumber. you stir, gently shaking the figure dead asleep beside you. he grumbles, yet you persist, pressing light kisses all over his temple and cheeks.

"toto. i think it's jack."

"he probably had a nightmare," the words are slurred, thick with exhaustion, "i can go-"

"no," you rub your eyes, "let me see what's wrong. you stay here. you could use the sleep."

blearily, you shift, scooting to the edge of the bed. slipping your feet into cozy slippers, you stretch. carefully, you make your way through the dark room, cursing as you bump your knee against the rigid door.

"fuck."

"careful now, love. come get me if you need anything. don't let the monster under the bed get you too."

rolling your eyes, you shuffle down the hall. once you reach the destination, the third room on the right, you knock softly.

"jack, it's me. can i come in?"

"you're not my papa, but i guess you'll do."

as you make your way into the bedroom, you can't help but feel the little eyes searing into you. the poor thing is clutching his favorite plushie, a cream colored bunny. his name was hase, the german word for the animal. it was a gift from you months ago, as you wanted to treat the little one to something he could sleep with.

at first, toto was hesitant of the gift, but once he saw jack's eyes light up at the new plushie, he couldn't help but melt. you were in the same boat, your heart fluttering every time you saw the boy toting around the animal.

it was his newfound best friend. the one thing he carried with everywhere, no matter what. he even accompanied jack to karting weekends with susie, vacations with the family, and race weekends all across the world.

"is hase not doing a good enough job scaring away the nightmares?" you fold your arms across your chest, arching a brow.

"no," jack huffs, "will you do me a favor?"

"yes," you nod, yawning slightly, "what is it?"

"will you lay with me?" his eyes are bright, alight with a childlike fear, "just for a little while. papa and mama used to, but not so much anymore."

"maybe because they want you to be brave," you cross over to the closet, peering in before shutting it softly, "there's no monsters in the closet. don't worry, i peeked behind the hangers."

"good," jack chirps, "will you look under my bed too?"

since it was the weekend after a race, the last thing your knees wanted to do was squat or bend. yet, you obeyed jack's request, stifling a groan as you kneel to the floor, head bowing as you look under the bed.

no monsters there either.

"i have to report that there are no monsters. maybe they all left because hase scared them off."

"no," jack shakes his head, "they probably left because you're scary!"

"i'm scary?" you can't help but giggle as you burrow under the covers, the child cuddling into your chest.

"yeah," jack responds, "you're a world champion! you'd probably run them over in your car or beat them in a race. i would be scared of you too."

oh lord. the things that came out of that child's mouth.

"well," your eyelids are heavier by the second as jack's breathing slows, his arms clinging to you, "let's get some sleep then. i'll stay here, just for a little bit."

"how about you stay forever?"

"i can't do that," you press a tender kiss to his crown, "your papa needs me."

"well i need you too. you do a much better job checking for monsters than he does."

as the child dozes off, you can't help but feel your heart flutter. perhaps this wasn't so bad. you could definitely be a mom. if it came with moments like this, then fuck yes. you would definitely be a mom.

especially if your children resembled the love of your life.

an hour passes, toto wolff cursing as he rolls over, feeling a coldness in the space where you typically lay. tossing the sheets, he gets up, strolling down the hall.

as the door opens, he can't help but melt at the sight before him.

his son, fast asleep on his beloved golden girl, the two deep in slumber.

if only he had his phone.

[onlyswan]

summary: in which christmas is upon us and jungkook just wants to say that he loves you.

> fluff / wc: 3.4k

> warnings: poor baby is sick so he’s on vocal rest :( oc loves snow but is scared of slipping on it, a littleee suggestive with an allusion to a hard-on

note: just to be clear the bold texts are the lines jungkook says to you using his phone ^^ + the first scene is inspired by this ask !!! + i had a nap after my finals then started writing this lol my brain is still fried. happy holidays my dear friends <3 stay warm and healthy <3

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jungkook plops down on the bed, about to slide his sweatshirt over his head until it gets forcefully ripped away from his hands. a yell of his dog’s name dies down on his tongue as bam’s fast paws slide all the way across the living room floor. releasing yet another crestfallen sigh, he follows after his stolen piece of clothing.

however, the path gets blocked by you, standing infront of him with a hand over your waist.

“and why are you walking around only wearing boxers?” you ask him quizzically, raising your eyebrows. “baby, please don’t get sicker than you already are.”

he pouts sadly, pointing at the couch where bam stands tall, his two-weeks-old sweatshirt hanging from the dog’s teeth.

“bam!” you turn to look at bam, and he tilts his head to the side innocently. “come here. give it back to your dad.”

jungkook scratches his head when bam drops the sweatshirt on the floor, stepping on it as he jumps off the couch to jog towards you. he can’t even point out the fact that it was just fresh from the laundry because he left the whiteboard in the kitchen and his phone is in the bedroom. oh my god, he can’t even complain about how much he fucking hates being on vocal rest.

well, he did try once this morning, using the whiteboard. with eleven exclamation points and the sad emoji drawn with extra details to be exact. okay, maybe twice. he erased the sad emoji to replace it with a crying one when you caught him making coffee, which the doctor told him he isn’t allowed to drink until his throat heals because it can dehydrate and irritate it. to be fair, having coffee every morning has been a part of his daily routine. he didn’t even realize he was making coffee until you started scolding him.

due to the cold weather and his intense recording sessions for the past week, he woke up with a sore throat and hoarse voice yesterday morning. aside from taking the prescribed medication, he was advised to go on a vocal rest, too. what makes it absolutely hellish for him? it’s not difficult to obey doctor’s orders. because it’s not like he could actually use his voice even if he wanted to. almost nothing comes out when he tries.

this gloomy situation reminded him why he religiously drinks vitamins and takes good care of his voice in the first place. it’s one thing to take a break from singing . . . but to completely abstain from talking? the last time he said ‘i love you’ was almost two days ago. he wants to curl up into a ball, cry, and scream.

and just like what he’s been doing since yesterday to express his misery, he sighs, lazily draping his arms around you. bam ends up lying down on the floor behind you when he realizes he won’t be getting any attention.

“oh, my poor baby. i love you.” you coo, tenderly rubbing his naked back, hoping it provides him a little more comfort and warmth. “you’ll be better in no time. just give your voice the rest it needs, hmm?”

you feel him nod against your shoulder. his embrace becomes tighter as he slumps, leaning more of his weight on you. you plant your feet firmly on the ground to prevent the two of you from falling, and you allow him to hold on to you for however long he needs.

“are you sure calvin klein hasn’t offered you guys a deal yet?”

and that’s when he pulls away. he stares at you for a second before shaking his head, fluffy hair bouncing as he does so.

“maybe it got lost in the mail?”

he shakes his head again, a bunny smile creeping on his face because of how adorably serious you’re being over such a random topic. how do you possibly miss a mail from the calvin klein? your teasing touch travels down to the curves of his waist, until your fingers trace the waistband of his boxers, sparking tingles in his abdomen and all the way down there. only then does he realize that he’s still half naked.

your nose scrunches as you smile innocently. what a minx. you never give his poor heart a rest. “then i guess you’re for my eyes only.”

body, heart, and soul— for your eyes only. but he wouldn’t say it even if he was able to speak because it sounds too cheesy outside of the song he hasn’t played you yet, so he kisses your cheek to say i am.

you pat his butt twice, urging him to head back to the bedroom. “go get dressed now, or i’ll change my mind and leave alone.”

he narrows his eyes at the sweatshirt left lying on the floor, and you click your tongue when the realization dawns on you.

“i’ll wash it later. it just had to be the white one, huh?”

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“oh, baby, wait! forgot your scarf!” you rip your hand away from the doorknob, bolting back to the bedroom.

jungkook waits by the door, holding up his phone in landscape view, the words ‘but i don’t have a scarf?’ flashing on the screen. he only sees this at concerts, having done it himself before— a fan using their phone as a makeshift banner. and here he is, using it to his maximum advantage in his daily life.

“well, i do!” you enthusiastically respond to his message when you return, holding up the two scarves you managed to find in your cabinet. “pink with black checkered pattern or indigo? it’s shibori.”

he points at your right hand, and his heart flutters inside his ribcage when your face evidently lights up. you drape the pink scarf over his nape, wrapping the longer end twice around his neck to make it even with the other end. you take a quick step back to check him out, and it matches perfectly with his all-black outfit.

“nice and warm.” you say sweetly as you stroke his shiny hair.

he types on his phone before showing you the screen: ‘it’s so cold outside wear a scarf too :(’

you wear the indigo scarf without tying or wrapping it around your neck, leaving both ends draping down almost the same length as your jacket. this makes your boyfriend tut. he mimics your actions from earlier, making sure it’s warm but still breathable. you hide a pout. this scarf doesn’t match your outfit at all, but just like how you also ate soup for dinner last night so he wouldn’t feel sad and lonely about eating bland food, you do it anyway.

you look down when you feel a poking at your thigh. “oh. hi. be a good boy, bamie, okay? we’ll be back before dinnertime.”

despite the dirty white sweatshirt in the hamper, jungkook gives bam his good boy head pats before locking the front door.

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you hum along to the christmas songs playing in the stores you pass by, restraining yourself from skipping along the pavement so you won’t slip on the unswept snow that fell almost the entire evening. jungkook is holding your hand firmly as you share a heating pad. his free one is tucked in the pocket of his padded jacket to shield it from the cold. you made sure that he was leaving the house as warm as possible, even stuffing earmuffs in your bag incase he starts complaining about freezing ears, too.

you pull back the khaki knitted bucket hat a little over your head so it won’t block your vision. he can’t see the rest of your face, but the way your eyes crinkle as your cheeks rise beneath the mask makes him copy your smile. you’re not usually happy with walking crowded streets, but the holidays seem to be an exception.

you always marvel at the giant christmas trees they display in the middle of the cities. you watch hanging christmas lanterns in awe, the swirling colors dancing in your dilated pupils. you gush about the christmas sales, and the discount bundles. you insisted on owning two christmas trees, green and white, to use them interchangeably. and by insisted he means you went home one november night hauling a giant box without him having a single clue what was inside . . . and he was afraid to find out.

you tend to decorate a little late because you’re both usually busy by the end of the year, but you leave it up until you’re reminded that valentine’s day is nearing.

this year, it’s the white tree’s time to shine again. it was jungkook’s idea to go with the theme of pantone’s color of the year, very peri, a shade of periwinkle. you already decorated it with a purple star on top and christmas balls all around, with light blue flowers and candy canes as the accent. now you’re on a hunt for lights to wrap around it, and hopefully also toss in some of those little gift box ornaments you just can’t seem to goddamn find online. (spoiler alert: you fail to find them in person too)

“ah! they have all the colors.” you giggle as you grab the first box of lights you saw, which is green.

jungkook is walking to the other end of the shelf as he inspects the boxes of lights he brushes past, until he finds something you’d definitely love. he takes out the first two boxes to grab the one behind them, because well, many other people most probably already touched those.

“baby, please help. should we get white? or green? or pink?” you ask without looking at him, squinting at the three boxes infront of you in serious contemplation.

he catches your attention by bumping his arm against yours, proudly presenting the item he found with the words ‘this one has a remote control with twelve colors ^_^’ flashing on his phone screen.

of course, it goes to say that you feel sad about your sweet boy having a sore throat, because this man’s life literally revolves around his voice. you were anxious about how you were going to comfort him when you found out that he needs to be on a vocal rest. but you didn’t expect that it would end up with you being hopelessly endeared by his written communication and cute little emoticons.

you beam at him excitedly, taking the box from his hands. “i like these round bulbs better. i didn’t think they’d have this type of st-”

you flip it over to check the price, and the amount of numbers comically make your shoulders drop. “aaand that’s also twelve times the price of the regula- jungkook!”

you yelp in surprise when he tightly wraps his arms around you from behind, whisking you away before you can convince yourself not to get it.

after the employee tested out if the product is working well, you finally made your peace with the price tag. you can choose the colors for the lighting modes and patterns? sick.

it doesn’t come as a surprise when you find long lines extending past the belt stanchions that separate the two counters. jungkook glues himself to your back again, resting his chin on your shoulder. the beeping of the barcode reader sounds too loud for him, and he wishes they would turn up the speakers so he can hear the jazzy christmas songs better.

he behaves for the most part, gently swaying you back and forth to the music. at some point, he almost falls asleep on your shoulder while resting his eyes. he regrets not wearing his glasses today. when he opens them again, you’re already fifth in line. jungkook estimates that a good 10% of your relationship is spent waiting on cash register lines, and it may sound tiresome if you put it that way, but oddly enough, he doesn’t hate it at all.

he pulls up the notes app in his phone, and you instantly look down at the screen knowing that he has something to say to you.

‘i’m thirsty :( my throat is getting dry again’

“aw, my love.” you coo at him sadly, rubbing his forearm. “want chamomile tea with honey again?”

you feel him bob his head, his cheek brushing against yours as he types his response. ‘yes. it magically makes me feel better ㅠㅠ but the pain still comes back ㅠㅠ’

“it’s gonna be fine. just let me take care of you, okay? drink your tea at the bakery we passed by, then let’s cuddle when we get home.”

jungkook briefly pulls down his mask to press an appreciative kiss on your temple, a small smile forming on his lips because you taking care of him makes him feel significantly less shitty. about generally everything, really. but you just get extra fussy over him when he’s in pain and he adores it.

your cheek kisses? addicting. asking him how he’s feeling every hour with your sweet, nurturing voice? brings him to tears. scolding him about being stubborn? makes him feel loved. religiously refilling the humidifiers? he must marry you. burning his midnight oatmeal because you had to help him look for his whiteboard marker? funny.

“oh wait, it’s already 4pm. so you should eat dinner and take your meds first before cuddles.”

the medicine makes him drowsy, and considering that he is already drowsy, he knows he’s going to pass out to sleep as soon as his body gets tangled with yours. having a sore throat fucking sucks, but he’s kind of excited to get his longest sleep of the year yet.

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jungkook heads straight to the table beside the window, letting you order alone so he doesn’t get charmed by the wide array of christmas-themed desserts displayed by the counter. the seductive smell of sweets permeate through every corner of the room, and it’s more than enough to have him drooling, really. but if he eats sugar, his voice’s time in prison will be extended.

he takes off his jacket, scarf, and mask to enjoy some warmth without the heavy layers. while he waits for you, he distracts himself with checking his inbox. he giggles quietly as he scrolls through the conversation between his members that took place earlier this noon. he was taking a nap at that time, courtesy of the medicine he took after breakfast. however, his attention gets torn away from the phone when he hears a gasp from another table.

it’s snowing pretty heavily again, engulfing the vibrant street in thicker piles of pure white. winter can sure be a nuisance, but god, is it breathtakingly magical. it’s fascinating how ice falling from the sky can transform a daily scenery into a wonderland of unadulterated joy. to jungkook, the human’s ability to breathe life into earth’s many natural processes gives him the enthusiasm to live through another cycle of the four seasons.

“snow is so pretty.” you sigh dreamily as you sit down beside him, sinking on the (personally, too) soft couch. “here’s your tea, babe. be careful. it’s still hot.”

mesmerized by what he calls his magic potion, he carefully picks up the cup by its handle. as he blows on the piping hot beverage, his gaze falls upon the saucer infront of you. it’s a blue donut with a snowflake intricately drawn on it— too pretty, he would feel bad about eating it.

“stop watching me. i feel bad.” you whine halfway through your donut, wiping the corners of your lips with a tissue paper.

your boyfriend feigns innocence, making a confused face before taking another sip of his tea.

“what do you want for dinner?”

with that question, he goes back to scrolling through his phone to look for a restaurant. craving to feel his warmth, you hold his waist as you rest your cheek on his toned bicep, curiously watching him navigate the food delivery app.

he shows you the chicken noodle soup from the family restaurant you’ve ordered from several times in the past. “yeah, that should be fine. as long as the meat and veggies are soft. put it as a request in the notes.”

he does as you told, explaining that he’s sick so he can only eat easy-to-swallow food. before he can proceed to the payment, you sneakily tap the plus sign beside the quantity to make order two servings. he look at you in question, because you always prefer rice over noodles.

“i’ll eat it with you. i want something warm in my tummy.” you smile sweetly, gesturing at the snow-covered street to reiterate your point.

you finish the rest of your donut while singing along to jingle bell rock, thighs bouncing along to the beat. your boyfriend watches you in amusement, laughing to himself when you mumble gibberish then sing louder when you know the lyrics again. after sending in the order, he shows you that it should arrive at your doorstep by 6pm.

he picks up his cup to finish the rest of his tea. he takes a small sip to find that it’s already at the perfect temperature. “mhmmm, so good.” he moans, eyebrows knitting in sheer delight as the warm liquid soothes his sore throat.

“jungkook!”

oh shit. right. he has a sore throat. that hurt.

his hand flies to cover his mouth, ‘oops!’ written all over his face.

you release a sigh. it’s the first proper sound you hear from him since the other night, so you can’t say that you’re mad. “is the tea that good?”

he snaps a thumbs up with a wink to confirm that ‘it’s the best!’ as he usually says. you conclude that the tea here is better than what he has at home, and so, you decide to secretly go here early tomorrow morning. his throat hurts the most after sleeping, and you’re hoping it would help put him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

jungkook wears his jacket again, and then the pink scarf. as it’s snowing harder and it’s getting colder, you take this opportunity to put the earmuffs on him.

“so cute.” you mutter quietly, kissing his cheek because it’s impossible not to shower him with love when your heart is overflowing with it. you roll your eyes when your boyfriend leans closer to wordlessly ask for another. nevertheless, you cup his face with your warm hand, kissing the mole on top of his cheekbone.

jungkook opens the umbrella the moment you step out of the bakery, and the sound of chimes get muted when the door closes on its own. the green eco-bag where the christmas lights are in gently swings as you walk back to the car parked three blocks away. parking was full almost everywhere so you had no choice but to go with whichever empty spot you saw.

you make a noise of confusion when jungkook suddenly grabs your arm to stop you from walking. he dishes out the phone from his pocket and begins typing using only his thumb. you remain standing there, motionless, waiting for him to communicate.

he pushes back his earmuffs a bit before showing you the screen. ‘baby do you want a pasta maker?’

“why would i want a pasta ma- do you want a pasta maker?”

‘they’re on sale at the store we went to :D’

you fail to hold back a laugh when you realize that he’s probably been thinking about it since you were waiting in line back at the store. “want to go back and let me buy it for you?”

‘i love you <3’

you hide a stupid grin under your mask, shyly pushing down the screen to hide it. “yah, we’re in the middle of the sidewalk.”

jungkook only giggles, stubbornly raising the screen to show it to you once more. you pull him over to the side when you see a big group of people about to walk by, accidentally stepping on a pile of snow that makes you an inch taller.

“i love you more.” you brush off the snow that fell on his hair, and you share a sincere smile that can be recognized even only through the eyes. “you promise that you’ll use it more than once?”

he replies with a fervent nod. and it’s his eyes again . . . it’s always those wide eyes shimmering with love and optimism. they make you feel as though you are capable of moving mountains and parting oceans and turning dust into gold. and as long as it’s for jungkook, those might just be true.

“alright. let’s go then.” your boyfriend takes that as the green light to grab your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he excitedly tugs you back to the opposite way.

“walk slowly! i’m scared of slipping!” you whine in panic as you and jungkook leave behind footprints on the snow, temporarily carving the memories of today into stone.

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[lovelybeesthings]

Quick like a bunny Ch 2

Coriolanus Snow x reader

Warnings: none I think

Word count: 1.8k

Ch 1 & 3

Mansion

Why did he have to say such hurtful things all I’m trying to do is to care for him is that not enough? What does Lucy Grey have that I don’t she's a poor tribute form that distracts 12 from what he's doing he can end up killed or hanged! *I cry into my pillows as I try to find a way to release my feelings and emotions as tears find a way to escape from my sniffs and efforts push them away* “Yvanna dear come down for dinner!” *I hear my mother call as I get up in my pink pastel long puffy Lacey dress with my hair in curls*

Training

The next day I attended the Academy sitting threw my classes and lessons with focus but I couldn't help but look at Coriolanus his beauty his curls his looks- I stopped myself from looking and continued to focus on ways to take advantage of the games. As the lesson soon ended I came across my tribute as we practiced one-on-one trying to think of how I could better his odds even though he has the brown I would like to give him the brain.

I shortly walked away to get some Items to see how Reaper works with them and I soon came across a tribute his features were beyond what I'd seen from the Capitol his eyes sea green, his hair bronzed color his skin the color of gold if possible whatever he came from they had been keeping him well.. I felt a rush of warmth from my cheeks this tribute quickly noticed my luring eyes. “Fenwick Odair District 4” his smile was a bright pure one he knew he was handsome and showed it* “Did I scare you little bunny?” he said as I quickly regained my thoughts and answered “No, I was just impressed I believe you have a good chance of winning I think the odds are surely more in your favor” he looked at me hand on his chin smirking “That so little bunny?” “Better watch out then this bunny is quick” I smile as I flirt a bit with him and quickly return to Reaper to continue our training.

Unnoticeable to me Coriolanus was watching our interactions on his way to Dr. Volumnia's lab he felt his heart clench with bitter thoughts surfaced in his head what did he do to that tribute from District 4- no what did he think he was here to learn more knowledge to find a better way for Lucy to better her odds for his odds.

After hours

I spent my time brushing my silky (c/h) as it didn't have any tangles or any worries in my long healthy hair as I think about my encounter with Fenwick his love is his charms make me blush still, I hope he wins the game is know I should try to win but Id like to spend more time with him.

I heard a sudden knock on my door and I got up from my vanity in my pink lacey nightgown opened the door got my candle lamp to see who had visited my room in such late hours Maye a maid “y/n” Coriolanus speaks I'm shocked to see him here this light at night “what happen why are you home are you alright is Tigris okay?” I say confused and worried soon his cold hands reach my face and hold my chin I look completely lost to his sudden affection.

He pushes his way inside my room and preps me down on my bed I'm blushing and not sure what he's planning to do “What are you doing Coriolanus?” I say as his piercing blue eyes look at mine like a wolf looking at a poor rabbit to slaughter in minutes, his response was his lips on mine I'm surprised I mean this man was my fiance but he never really showed me an ounce of affection like that and since our last words, I wasn't sure he wanted to be in my life.

I respond with his kisses as he’s on top of me vulnerable to his lips how could I shut him down his mop of white blinding curly hair he just does it for me though in the back of my mind I think of Fenwick and gently push snow off “what are you doing..?” he looks at me a bit surprised and confused “What do you mean y/n I'm showing my affection and love for you” he looks at my eyes then lips then back up to my lips “No this doesn't feel right you don't….Are you okay this doesn't seem like something you think about clearly” I know I want his attention and his kisses but it feels like he's thinking of someone else..not someone Lucy..

“You don't want this you think you do but you love her..” I say “Right now you don't know what you want to be what makes you happy” *I say as I hold a smile and angle face holding tears back pushing the one I want to be happy “Lucy will cherish you as much as I will” he nods and slips out of my room my house like he was never even there the only reaches left were the stolen kisses of mine.

How do we think about this chapter? Is it good for your guys' standards I'll try to make the third one a time skip to after what goes down in the book and snows return back to the Capitol.

please like 😘

SHOUTOUT TO @edb954 for some of the inspiration and @watercolorskyy

[lusciniiax]

since you dont have any ideas, how about I give you one, cheeky kitsune heizou x bunny reader, just thinking about the times kitsune heizou will tease bunny reader, bunny reader whos so afraid him and doesnt like his teasings one bit <333

☾ . . poor bunny.

dom!heizou x sub!reader. 1.6k words. warnings include everything included in the ask, gn afab reader, a little mean/teasing heizou, ig dubcon if you squint, pet names (bunny), dacryphilia, fingering, creampie - also was written at 1 in the morning, there may be typos or grammar mistakes

notes: hello mocha ~ thank you so much for the idea , i've had vague thoughts but nothing good enough to really build on recently , so it's much appreciated <3 i just love heizou

written by a minor [15]. dni if uncomfortable.

you were out on the streets of inazuma, hastily doing your shopping. right now, your only goal was to get home without encountering that terrible heizou and his cruel antics.

for the past few months, you and him had had this ongoing . . game of sorts. it wasn't very funny to you, but no matter what you did, he seemed to adore your every reaction. you couldn't deny that you did care for him to some extent, and almost missed him when he wasn't around on some days. but for the most part he caused more trouble than help.

the shopkeeper handed you a package containing some bottles of dango milk. you dipped your head in gratitude with a small 'thank you' and rushed off back to your home.

when your house came into sight, you let out a soft sigh of relief, having seen no signs of heizou.

it was as you were unlocking and opening the door that you suddenly felt a tug on your cotton-ball tail and hot breath on your ear as an all too familiar voice whispered 'boo!'

the appearance was entirely unexpected - the kitsune's attacks usually came while you were in town, so you'd let your guard down. with a shriek, you jumped and dropped the package, a loud crack coming from it as it hit the ground.

trembling, you whipped around to face heizou, who was now laughing meanly. as usual, you felt hot tears start to pool in your eyes, trying your best to stand your ground and hold them back.

"i-i paid for those . ." you sniffled, meekly fidgeting with your hands.

"awhh. poor bunny." he mocked, smirking down at you. "perhaps i could accompany you into town to get some more?"

"no way!" you retorted, scared out of your wits but determined not to let him push you around.

he only gave a light-hearted shrug, and you felt somewhat dejected that he hadn't acknowledged your efforts. "suit yourself. i'll make myself at home, then, while i'm here.

before you could protest, heizou had pushed past you, already inside your house and inspecting anything he could get his hands on. "stop that!! those aren't yours!"

"hm? i'm only taking a look. it's only natural i'm curious what my little bunny keeps around." he complained as you snatched a decorative figure out of his hands.

"stop calling me that, i have a name - and for archon's sake, get out!" you grumbled, giving him a quick whack on the head with the back of your hand.

without missing a beat, he'd shapeshifted into you. "for archon's sake, get out!" he repeated, grinning as your face grew a bright red out of frustration.

"you're not funny!" you retorted, feeling more powerless against his non-stop teasing by the second. as expected, he echoed you again. "whatever. i'm going to my room - at least let me have that to myself." you said with a defeating sigh and a crushed look on your face.

he shapeshifted back into his usual form as you brushed past him to the bedroom and continued practically ransacking your house.

you buried your head in your pillow with a groan, praying he'd get bored soon and go - you hadn't heard him quietly slipping into your room.

"hey, bunny." you heard as he grabbed your rabbit ears and pulled your head up by them. a sudden, sharp pain shot through the sensitive parts and you let out a choked squeal or sob.

the tears finally started to fall. you got more stressed every minute he was nearby, and this was the final straw. you cried and cried, exhausted from the constant worrying. heizou had managed to slip into every aspect of your life, always somewhere in your thoughts.

after a few seconds, he released you, standing by your bed and silently watching you with an intent gaze.

when your crying had finally reduced to a quiet whimpering, you sat up shakily, looking down at the floor with puffy eyes.

"please g- go away . ." you whispered, pleading to the archons he'd oblige. they must've not heard, for heizou ignored you, instead taking your chin between his thumb and fingers and raising your head to look him in the eye. you could almost feel him scrutinizing your expression.

"hm . . poor thing." he cooed lowly. you swallowed, throat feeling dry. you hated the man, truly - he was childish, rude and just a bully - but in this moment he was almost . . attractive?

"you're so pretty when you cry, y'know?" you blinked, more tears falling as you did. your vision was somewhat blurry, and all your senses felt hazy - was the room getting warmer? "i want to see you cry more." he breathed, moving his hand away from your chin to cup your cheek in it. such a gentle gesture for such cruel words. instinctively, you found yourself leaning into his hand.

he moved forward, and you allowed him to, ending up with your back on the sheets and him above you, both of you breathing heavily. heizou pushed up your shirt and grabbed your waist with a grin, running his hands up and down and gradually going up to your tits, taking the shirt off all the way and keeping his eyes on your face the whole time.

you squeezed your eyes shut as he groped them, twisting the nipple of one between his fingers and licking at the other. he took it in his mouth, skillfully swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. you startled with a small yip when he bit it lightly and he snickered.

he moved up again, pressing kisses to your collarbone and the side of your neck. you shivered under his touch, pressing your legs together as some strange feeling surged through your stomach. having him so close was both terrifying and arousing.

you tentatively opened your eyes as he stopped, now unbuckling his pants and taking off his shirt. he sat back and gestured for you to come over. after a brief hesitation, you complied, crawling over. he pulled you into his lap when you were close enough and earned a squeal from you. you could certainly feel his dick poking you through your skirt, but he didn't appear embarrassed or ashamed in the slightest.

the kitsune rested his head on your shoulder, arms around you and holding you tightly to his bare chest. "take your skirt off, will you, bunny?" he asked tauntingly, a hand snaking up to brush fingers over the base of one of your ears.

you nodded, everything tense as you clumsily maneuvered it off. he brought his remaining hand down to your pussy, slipping a finger inside. your breathing quickened, already feeling overstimulated from one hand stroking your ear and the other fingering you.

he added another finger inside you, stretching you out with the two. you let out a small contented sigh and relaxed a little, beginning to feel more comfortable with it all. he noticed and gave your cheek a quick kiss, a triumphant smirk on his lips. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do these things to you." he said, and you gave him a soft, distracted hum in response.

heizou pulled his slick-coated fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, giving one a quick lick before moving them to yours. "open." he commanded, and you reluctantly complied, knowing he'd get his way no matter what you did.

he placed his fingers on your tongue, lightly pressing down, and you licked the fluids off of them, face flushing red in embarrassment.

"an indirect kiss." he purred, removing his fingers from your mouth with a quiet pop.

". . gross." you muttered, wiping your mouth. heizou only laughed, squeezing you tighter for a moment and pulling you up further onto his lap.

"may i put it in now?" he asked. you glanced down to his dick, the tip swollen and pink with precum glistening on it.

"mhm. please be gentle, heizou . ." you murmured, absentmindedly running one of your fingers along it, collecting the fluid that stuck to your fingers. he let out a breathy grunt as you did and carefully picked your hips up.

you inhaled sharply as he slowly eased you down onto his cock, trying to take deep breathes. "f-fuck. you're so tight - feels so good, my dear bunny . ." he groaned once he'd completely filled your hole.

heizou gave you a minute before starting to rut into you, starting out slow but quickly speeding up. it wasn't long until he had you bouncing on his lap, crying out his name.

he grabbed your ears roughly this time, carelessly yanking you towards him and giving you a long kiss on the mouth this time. tears were streaming down your cheeks rapidly now, and after pulling away he peppered smaller pecks onto them.

you hated how his mistreatment of your sensitive ears got you so riled up, hated how you absolutely ate up his little grunts - and yet it was perfect. the moment was entirely perfect.

"oh- oh, heizou, i-i'm cumming!" you cried, and he moved his hands down to your hips, slamming them up and back onto his cock. "go on, cum for me, bunny." he cooed as you rode out your orgasm, creaming around him while he thrusted.

he hardly slowed after you came, incoherent babbling and pleas spilling out of your mouth from the extreme sensitivity.

"sh-shit, i'm cumming-" he warned, his speed faltering as his sticky cum filled your womb, a white ring appearing where his dick was inside your now ravaged pussy.

he laid back against the bed frame, huffing out a sigh. you didn't hesitate to fall onto his chest, ears twitching and panting. heizou reached down a hand to play with your hair, soothingly running his fingers along your scalp.

"so, bunny," he asked after a minute of the comfortable silence.

"are you ready for round two?"

[dokoni-mo]

Crave: Part Six || William Afton x GN! Reader

summary: the eye of the storm

mild NSFW

word count: 4404

warnings: age-gap relationship (reader is 20 william is pushing 40), allusions to mental illness, willy is obsessive, possessive too, and a little creepy, and a hypocrite, and narcissistic lol, and a little bit of a yandere, mentions of divorce, dysfunctional parent-child relationships, secret relationships, swearing, gaslighting, manipulation tactics, dom/sub undertones if you squint, willy is VERY egotistical, allusions to corruption kink, sir kink, smoking, sensual touching, dirty fantasies, praise, lying, erections, indirect mentions of stalking, dirty fantasies, kissing

minors dni // please read warnings!!

part one // two // three // four // five

a/n: helloooo everyone!! I am back again with another part!! I've gotten a lot of messages asking where this was and here it is!! It's my spring break now, so i have time to feed all of you guys again!! thank you to everyone who was patient with me in the meantime, it means a lot <3 hopefully the length of this chapter will make up for the wait!! enjoy!!

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Even though it was very much out of the way, Mr. Afton's office was still far too noisy for his liking.

When first establishing the diner, he was well aware that the target audience was children first, and then their parents second. And, having had children of his own, William knew that children were noisy. Very noisy. But surely their parents could control them in public spaces, yes? Other kids want to enjoy the animatronics and the music too. And that's hard to do when brat one and brat two are screaming their heads off. So surely the parents would teach them some manners, right?

No. Of course not. He was being too optimistic.

And, over the years, William found that smoking was the only cure to his headaches. They were frequent while at work, and he took frequent long breaks to cure them. The nicotine was the only remedy.

Aside from his bunny, of course. Though you were far more addicting than the nicotine.

William hadn't heard a word from you ever since the incident with Michael on Monday. It was Wednesday now, and he still missed you just as much as he had prior. You remembered your rules, didn't you? Phone him once a week? Don't tell him you forgot already. Each minute that ticked by he could feel the pull of anticipation coming from whatever phone was nearby. Hell, he had barely slept the last few nights because he wanted to be sure he'd get your call. But the lack of sleep was getting to him. He could feel it in the sting of his eyes every time he blinked.

Damn it, bunny. You need to be more attentive with these things.

Running his hand through his brown-grey hair, he breathed out a heavy sigh as he tamped out his third cigarette of the day. His elbows were situated heavy on his expensive, messy desk, leaned forward in his chair. He needed to get a hold of himself. It had only been a few days. You were a good bunny, and of course you were gonna follow the rules. William shouldn't chastise you too much. You had things to do, most likely. Or just wanted to wait to play it safe. He just missed you a lot more than he expected. Especially after all that with Michael.

The brit felt his jaw clench, reaching in his desk drawer for a fresh pack of cigarettes.

Who the fuck did that boy even think he was? He had no right to disturb William's peace like that, sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Your relationship with the older man was none of his damned business. And who was he to even question it to begin with? Question him? Question you? Poor bunny. You were probably so frightened, weren't you? William hoped you weren't scared off too much, enough to where you didn't want to call. Did you think it was best not to anymore? God damn it. Mr. Afton wished he could communicate with you better.

The brit bent his neck down as he pulled open one of his drawers, searching for his lighter.

Fucking Michael. Always ruining shit. William was getting fucking sick and tired of his bullshit, having to be the ring-leader in the fuckery circus. Michael was a damn brat.

He'd fucking pay for this.

After successfully lighting the cigarette, William heard a knock as he put the lighter away. A brief twinge of hope rushed through him as he looked up at his office door. Could it be you, little bunny? Did you not call because you were planning to visit him this whole time? Sweet little one. Always so considerate.

But, then again...

William's excitement vanished as soon as it came up. He gave you the key to his office, and instructed you to let yourself in. This couldn't be you, no.

Damn. Fucking, damn.

Fuck whoever this was. He could go fuck himself.

Clearing his throat, William put on his rehearsed friendly voice as he called out to the mystery person.

"Come in!"

The door clicking open and shut, William was greeted with a pleasant surprise, but not the one he was hoping for.

Henry.

William felt a little bad for thinking Henry should go fuck himself.

Henry was William's best friend. Hell, in a lot of ways, William's only friend. At least the only person that he considered to be a real friend. Aside from his bunny, Henry was the only person William allowed to be at least somewhat of himself around. Of course, the brit was never fully himself, no. He knew if Henry saw the real him, his American friend would want nothing to do with the brit. No, his true self was only reserved for you, little one. Because he just loved you that much. And you loved him just the same. But still, Henry was a close friend to William. They had known each other since William had first stepped foot in the states, all those years ago. William knew everything about Henry, and Henry knew all he needed to know. It was a nice friendship.

Stepping through the door, William noticed right away that Henry was slightly out of breath, sweaty too. Being a heavier-set man, Henry was prone to sweating every now and again, but the slickness in his fiery reddish-blond hair told William that he'd probably just stepped out of the Fredbear costume. Henry's glasses were fogged, but he seemed more preoccupied with catching his breath to care right now.

"Hey, Bill! Sorry to barge in." Henry chuckled to his friend, leaning against the cool surface of the wooden door, "I just had to get away from those kids out there."

William gave the man the most sympathetic smile he could, taking a puff of his cigarette, "Tough crowd, hm?"

Henry chuckled again, shaking his head, "Nah, just really excited to see Fredbear. They missed ol' Bonnie though, you know."

The brit breathed out a hum, "Well Bonnie had to file his restaurant's taxes this afternoon. And someone has to keep this place afloat, no?"

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for taking care of that, by the way. I know how much you hate crunching the numbers."

"It's no big deal." William sat back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk, "I'd argue you got the tougher job today out of anyone."

Henry laughed again, one of his signature belly-laughs, "Yeah, yeah, that's fair. How's it going, Bill? How're you?"

William knew that Henry was going to be keen on talking, so that meant not much time for smoking. The brit took one last puff of nicotine before tamping it out.

"Quite well, actually. You?"

"Oh, you know me! Same old, same old. How're the kids doing? I hear Mikey's getting along well in college these days! That's good for him, though. I remember how much he used to struggle. I told him though, he just needed to find his people, find what he's passionate about, yknow?"

William felt his jaw clench. The only thing his son was passionate about was making a mess of things.

"He's doing fine, yeah." William said, "Though he's hardly ever home long enough for me to ask these days. But, I haven't gotten a letter of expulsion. So I assume all is well, yeah?"

Henry laughed, "Definitely! And how 'bout lil' Evan and Liz? Jee, it's been forever since I've seen them two. They grow like weeds at this age, at least Charlie did. Bet they're huge now!"

William let his smile fall a little, "Actually, I haven't seen them much either."

"Oh? Really?"

"Really." William took his feet off his desk and sat forward in his seat, "Clara seems not quite as willing to let them come over these days, it seems. Something about Evan's nightmares popping up again. The robots seemed to frighten him more than I had realized."

Henry crossed his arms, "Ah, jee, Bill. I'm so sorry. I know you gotta miss 'em."

"I do. I know Clara has her reasons, but... Let's just say the house is a lot more quiet with just me and Mike in there, yeah?"

Henry seemed to finally catch his breath and stop sweating now, taking off his fogged glasses. Glancing between the brit and the lenses, the red-head used the end of his t-shirt to wipe the glass.

"Yknow, Bill," Henry began, "It's been about 8 years since you and Clara split. Maybe it's time to, yknow... get back out there. It's not too late, even for old guys like us. I'm sure the kids would understand, too. At least eventually they would."

William felt another smile threaten to creep up on his face. Oh, Henry. You poor soul. The brit appreciated the sentiment, but there wasn't any need to worry about him. At least, not now. Not anymore. William had his precious, adorable little bunny now. And they were everything the older man needed and more. All he'd ever need ever again.

Fuck.

He missed you. He missed you so fucking much.

Henry seemed genuinely worried for William, too. Not that Henry wasn't ever genuine. Aside from his bunny, Henry was the most genuine person William had ever met. Never had a bad word to say to anyone about anything. It allowed William to put some of his trust in Henry, and make him a friend.

The extent of that trust?

Enough to tell Henry about you. Or, at least, tell him a little bit about you. Henry didn't need to know the whole truth.

Just enough for William to stop missing you so much.

"Actually," William began, his smile finally spilling over onto his handsome features, "I have... met someone, you could say."

Henry looked to the brit with shock and amusement, his smile widening as he put his glasses back on, "No way, really?! Bill, that's great! I mean... wow! I didn't even realize you were looking!"

"Thank you. We only started... seeing each other this past weekend. But, I already like them quite a bit. They are... unlike anyone I've ever met before. We click, yeah?"

The American let out an amused chuckle, "Wow, I mean, that's amazing, man! What's their name? Where're the from?"

William knew that he couldn't give Henry your real name. This town was too small. If Henry didn't already know you, he'd find out who you were one way or another. And he wasn't ready for that yet.

"Their name is... Bunny. From... Vegas."

"Vegas, huh? Interesting! What're they like?"

William let out a hum from the back of his throat, picturing your little face in his head, "Everything I could ever want. Or need."

Henry laughed again, "Wow, sounds like you really like 'em!"

"I do. Though they're a busy person. It's... difficult for us to be together all the time. I miss them terribly."

"I can understand that. It was like that with me and the Mrs. for a while there. Especially when setting up this joint." Henry responded as he patted the doorframe for emphasis, "But! Yknow what really helped us back then?"

"Hm?"

"When the dust settled enough, we took a week away! Just her and I, and left Charlie with the grandparents. It really helped us, like, reassure each other that we were our biggest priorities. It's like we fell in love all over again! We still talk about it to this day!"

William felt his lips part as he listened to his friend. A week away, hm? Now that did sound intriguing. The idea of getting away from this shithole town and whisking you away somewhere private did sound nice. Somewhere nice and secluded, so it could just be you and him. No worries looming over your shoulders of being caught, or leaving some sort of trail behind. Somewhere where you didn't have to look over your shoulder, and fully be in the moment. Together.

The brit shifted his grey eyes over to the calendar at the front of his desk. Your fall break was coming up soon. Next week, to be precise. Would that be enough time to plan all of it out? Money wasn't an issue to William, not at all. But he just wondered if him and you could be away for a whole weekend without raising any eyebrows.

But, then again. College students rarely stayed around town that week. Hell, Michael would probably be even spending it a this mother's. That makes things more convenient. William could just say he needs to travel for business. And he could just get you to say that you were spending it away at distant relative's houses.

Yes, that could work.

But where would he take you? There's that national park upstate not too far away. Tucked away in the few woods that Utah had. William remembered taking his family up there once a long time ago, when Michael was still in high school. The only people there were a few other families, as well as the managers of the hotel site. And they wouldn't give a damn about anything that the two of you could possibly get up to, so long as things stay quiet and the checks cleared.

Though, if William gets you all to himself like that... it might be a bit hard to keep you quiet.

He wanted to hear just how loud his little bunny could get.

But, that could sort itself out later.

Henry was a smart man.

When William got back after next week, he'd have to thank him for the wonderful idea.

~~~

"A trip? Together? Will, don't you think that's a bit... risky?"

It wasn't until the sun had started to creep down the horizon the next day that you called. Although his talk with Henry had helped, William still missed you deeply during the time in between. His fantasies of you and the jacket that he stole could only keep him company for so long. He was just grateful that he had been home when you called, and that Michael wasn't there to ruin any more shit.

William didn't expect you to be so apprehensive about his little idea. He assumed that if he was the one that brought up something like that, you'd know that it was safe to do so. William is smart, little one. He's already thought every little detail through. Don't you trust him not to put you in any kind of danger?

He told you that you two would leave on Sunday, it being Thursday now. This would give you time to wrap up anything for school that you had outstanding, if any, and give him enough time to sort things out. The hotel reservation. Lying to everyone that he'd be on a business trip. Making sure that idiot Michael was tucked away at his mother's for the week. Plus, enough time for him to think of what the two of you would do up there, tucked away in the little corner of the woods.

Alone.

Without any prying eyes.

Oh bunny. If only you knew what he was capable of. When things were perfect like that. When things were how they should be.

"It's not risky at all, love." He responded to you, holding the phone up with his shoulder as he circled the number of the Hotel on the newspaper, "We'd be far enough away from town to where no one would recognize us. It's just a tourist destination anyway, bit run down, yeah? There'd be no one we'd know, just perhaps a few other passer-bys."

William could hear how you turned over in your bed from the other end of the phone, perhaps to prop yourself up on your elbows, "But what if someone is there? Like, how're we supposed to explain that?"

"Love, there's not going to be anyone there we know."

"Yeah, but... what if there is?"

William chuckled as he set the newspaper down, re-grabbing the phone from off his shoulder, "You worry far too much, bunny."

"Well I don't think you're worried enough, Will. This could be really dangerous for us..."

"But it won't be, (Y/N). I wouldn't have suggested it if I thought it'd be too dangerous. You know that."

You sighed, "I do, it's just..."

The brit shifted the phone to his other ear as he leaned his back against the wall, "What, love? You can tell me."

"It's just I don't wanna be, like... found out this early on. Like, what if someone really is there? And we can't see each other again because of it? And we'd have to go back home and pretend to be strangers again and it all gets, like, ruined and..."

You trailed off towards the end, but William understood what you were trying to say. Oh, sweet bunny. It's so cute you were so worried. But it wasn't anything to worry about in the first place, and perhaps you knew that deep down. You like to worry yourself silly, don't you, little one? Turns out you were far more paranoid than even William himself. Didn't that wear you out?

You need to calm down, bunny. William would never let anything stand between you and him. He loved you, and he'd fight for you until the bitter end.

"Bunny, listen to me, yeah?" The brit hummed, "Nothing is going to happen out there. I'll make sure nothing could possibly go wrong. And even if something did, it won't be anything for you to fret over, love. I'll take care of everything. I promise."

You fell silent for a few moments, but eventually let out a tiny sigh, the ruffling of your bed covers coming from the background again.

"Finneeeee." You breathed out, "But only if you're sure it'll be okay."

William felt his grin stretch across his handsome face, "I'm certain, little one. Just leave it all the me, yeah?"

"Where even is this place again? I've never heard of it before."

"It's only a few hours north of here. Kind of out in the middle of nowhere, but that just means no one will bother us with our... quality time."

The older man heard how you giggled over the phone, imagining the blush that came up on your cheeks, "Where'd you even hear of this place to begin with? You don't seem like the outdoors-y type. No offense."

"Ah, no, love, I'm not, but I used to take my kids up there every now and again. Back when we all still lived together."

"I see... Will, yknow, if you'd rather spend this week with them, I won't be offen-"

William chuckled again, "No, love, it's quite alright. Michael's too old for that sort of thing now, and the ex-wife is already taking the other two up to her mum's. Besides, I'd much rather be with you, anyway. I miss you, bunny."

"I miss you too, Will."

He let out a pleased hum, "Are you excited, love?"

"I am! I'm gonna start packing in the morning after my midterm."

"If you need any help, bunny, just give me a ring, alright?"

"I will, I will. Oh, and after we get back, just tell me how much everything was and I'll give you back half-"

William laughed again, amused by how cute you were, "Darling, please. There'll be none of that. I've got it all covered, sweet thing."

He heard you sit up in your bed, "Oh my god, no! Will, please, I can't ask you to do all that for m-"

"It's not an issue, bunny. Trust me."

"Still! That's a lot of money, and I can't just-"

The brit chuckled, "You can, love. I've got it all taken care of. Having you with me is payback enough, I promise. This isn't putting me out or anything. Just in this phone call I've made enough money to cover it two times over. Just be a good bunny for me, yeah? Let me spoil my sweet rabbit a bit. Think of this as just a little... honeymoon, of sorts. Alright?"

He could practically hear your blush from the other end, "O-Okay... Thank you, Will. Thank you very much, I... no one's ever been this kind to me before. So thank you."

"It's not a problem, little one. There's no need to thank me. This is just what you get when you're good for me, yeah? Do you understand?"

"I do."

"Good bunny. Though, if you really do want to say thank you, how about a nice kiss when I see you on Sunday, hm? Could you do that for me?"

You breathed out a smile, "Yeah, I can. Yes sir."

William let out another pleased hum, his smirk stretching even further, "Good bunny. It's getting late, little one. You should get some rest. We've got a long week ahead of us."

You ruffled around to where you were lying down again, "Yeah, you're right. Just... thank you again, Will. For everything."

"Of course, love. Anytime. Good luck on your exam tomorrow, yeah? I know you'll do fine. I'll see you Sunday, alright?"

"See ya Sunday, Will. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, bunny."

~~~

"Okay, Mike. Next one. The principle of conservation of momentum is a direct consequence of Newton's third law of motion. True or False?"

"Umm... false?"

"Mike! Come on, we learned this in high school!"

Michael groaned at his own cluelessness as you laughed at him for the umpteenth time today. It was Friday morning, much too early and much too cold to be cramming for a physics midterm. Yet, here Michael was.

With you.

The moment he locked eyes with you on campus, Michael had drug you away to your usual shared study-spot. Behind the old welcome center, which gradually had turned into a dumping site for any supplies or equipment the college didn't need anymore, but didn't bother to throw out. The cinder-block building made it much colder than it already was, but it was secluded. It always let the two of you be outside but without anyone threatening the join. You and Michael were a bit awkward. Not much of talkers to outsiders.

You were in your usual spot up on the ledge of the building. It was structured in a way in which part of the corner was cut out from the main walls. Originally intended for some sort of statue or monument, the corner was left empty once people lost interest in any sort of project being placed there. But, it made a nice little human-sized cubby to sit in. Your back was against the cold brick wall, with Michael sitting opposite you with his back on the stone as well. A flurry of old assignments and your books were strewn about in the narrow space between you and him, your legs tangled together in a bit of a mess.

Though you weren't in his physics class, you knew how much Michael struggled with it. Admittedly, he was never much of a math guy. Or any kind of school guy, really. But, you were. Michael knew you were a nerd. Even though you'd never admit it, you were. He'd joke about it to you every now and again, but deep down, admired that about you. You never needed to study much for anything. Or at least, not nearly to the magnitude he needed to.

That's why he didn't feel bad making you help him last-minute cram that morning. He knew you would be fine without studying for your test. Well, it was two birds with one stone, in a way. He both desperately needed the help, and desperately needed to know what was up with you.

He hadn't spoken to you since Monday of that same week, after his father had forced him to call you. Michael felt bad about potentially worrying you then, or even just calling you at such an ungodly hour, but he had decided it was ultimately for the best. He knew his father did some shit to you.

And he had to know what that shit was.

He knew that old man would rather finally croak than spill the beans, so he had to rely on you to give him answers. Seeing as you had most likely lied to him over the phone (not that he blamed you too much, he knew how manipulative the old geezer could be), he'd have to rely on his intuition as best he could. From the cues you gave.

But, that was the problem.

Although you hadn't lied to him before, nor really hid anything from him, turns you were damn good at it.

On Monday, he hadn't been able to pick up anything from you at all. You had greeted him and hung out with him like nothing was wrong. And hell, even now, you still were. You were your same old self. Just perhaps slightly... happier? More energetic?

That should be a good thing. Michael wanted to be happy for you.

But he knew something was up. It wasn't just a coincidence. And he needed to get to the bottom of it.

For you.

"This is all bullshit, anyway!" Michael exclaimed, running his hands though his long, feathered hair, "I didn't care back then about this shit, and I still don't now!"

You dropped the stack of flash-cards down to look at your friend square in his freckled face, "Mike, if you wanna be an engineer, you're gonna have to know Newton's Laws. It's, like, the main thing."

Michael scoffed, but not annoyedly, "Look, all I'm saying is, if they were really that important, I'd already know them."

The young man heard you laugh again, "Maybe if you already knew them you'd not be failing."

"I am not failing! I actually have a C this semester, thank you very much."

"Thaaaaat's nearly failing, Mike."

"Well thank god I've got the best tutor ever then, right?"

Michael felt himself smile to match your own, watching you roll your eyes playfully as you shuffled the flash cards in your hands, "It's just one more test then we're outta here. Then you can diss Newton all you want. But for now, we need to study."

Michael's grey eyes fell to the cards, silence falling over him. Right, fall break. He had forgotten all about it. He was gonna head up to his mom's house, with Liz and Evan.

But, his father...

"Hey," he said, "I never asked you. What're you doing for break?"

You glanced up at your friend at his question, only for your eyes to fall down to your hands again, "Actually, I'm gonna go outta town."

Michael shifted in his seat, "Out of town?"

"Yeah," you responded, "My grandma invited me to her place up state. I'm gonna spend the week with her."

"Where does she live?"

"I don't remember off the top of my head. But somewhere up in the woods."

The woods...

"What're you gonna do?" You asked him, catching the young man a bit off guard.

"Oh," he said, "I'm gonna go spend time with my mum and brother and sister. Probably the whole week."

Michael watched as you smiled at him, searching for any sort of hint behind your eyes, "That sounds fun. Hope you have a good time."

"Yeah... too bad my dad won't be coming."

Michael saw you glance up again at him.

"He won't?"

"Nah. Something about a business trip."

"That's understandable, though. Gotta do what you gotta do. I'm just surprised you'd miss him. It's not like you were ever his biggest fan."

Michael scoffed again, "Yeah. Maybe it's for the best."

"Yeah... maybe."

Silence fell over the two of you again, only broken by the shuffling of paper in your hands and the cool Utah air flooding through the trees in the distance.

Shit. Had Michael fucked it up? Was he being too direct? He never really talked to you too much about his relationship with his dad. At least, not in-depth, and nothing besides the occasional venting session. He'd have to explain every little nuance to you for you to get the whole picture. Of why he felt how he felt abut his old man. And he never wanted to unpack all that onto you. It wasn't fair. It wasn't your job to take care of him.

But, still.

He needed to get to the bottom of this.

"You think so too?" He asked, tearing your gaze away from the flashcards to focus on him.

"I mean," you said, "Things turn out how they do for a reason. Maybe it's just not time for a family reunion yet."

"Yeah, you're right... It's just, I kinda miss how things were before, yknow? When my mum and dad were still together."

"I can understand that. But, ultimately, it happened for a reason. And they probably did it because it just would've been best for you and your siblings. Better than just letting it... sit and brew, right?"

"I guess... So, does your grandma, like, live in a cabin or something? Is she a witch?"

You laughed, "No, no. Not a witch. At least from what I remember. And yeah I think it's a cabin. Or at least kinda like one. She rents it out occasionally, too."

A rentable cabin...

In the woods...

"For, like, tourists?"

"Or just any passers-by."

Michael felt his lips part at your words, a small pit forming in the bottom of his stomach.

The woods. The cabin. Your trip. His dad's trip.

Oh god.

Oh fucking god.

"Umm, Mike?" the young man heard you ask, briefly snapping out of his train of thought, "Are you good?"

Michael looked to you again and threw on his best smile, running a hand through his hair, "Shit, I'm so sorry, (Y/N)! I just remembered I agreed to study with Steven this morning. Sorry, but I gotta run!"

The young man stood up and threw all his things into his backpack quicker than he ever had before. He didn't even care how all his papers were being crumpled, and the bookmarks were flying out of the pages.

You watched him with a somewhat confused expression, "Uhhh, okay? I can come with if you-"

"No, no, it's alright!" Michael exclaimed, almost too quickly, "You've already helped me more than enough, thanks. I just really gotta run."

Once all his stuff was in, Michael threw his bag over his shoulder, not even bothering to zip it up, "I'll see you after break, alright? Have a good week, (Y/N). Enjoy your grandma's."

Michael heard you call out something back to him, but he was already trudged off in the opposite direction. He didn't look back, not even once, his grey eyes fixated to the ground.

They stayed there for a good long while.

Until his legs carried him to the pay phone, his arms searched through his pockets, his fingers put in the quarter, and dialed his mother's number.

~~~

When Sunday rolled around, William had spent a fuck ton of time getting ready that morning. A lot longer than he normally did.

The brit had hardly slept the night before. He was just way too excited about what was to come after the sun had risen. An entire week away. With his precious bunny at his side. Away from this fuckhole town. Away from all the idiots that lived here. Away from his business. Away from his lonely home. Away from Michael. Away from any prying eyes that might threaten to take you away from him.

No. Come that morning, he'd be able to get away from it all. And have you close to him. Where you should always be.

He had laid out his best outfit before settling into bed the previous night. The purple sweater-vest he loved so much, with his black tie, slacks, and dress shoes. all tied together with his light-purple dress shirt underneath, accented with his silver watch and class ring from his university. Staring at himself in the mirror for what felt like hours, he had finally gotten his brown-and-grey hair to fall as perfectly as he wanted. As he would expect for himself when seeing you. You were already perfect for him. The least he could do was be the same for you.

Before William marched out the door to his car, he made sure to give himself an extra spritz of his cologne. Just to be sure that you'd be able to memorize his scent over this week. He planned by the end to either give you a piece of the clothes he had packed for you to keep, or spray his own cologne on your clothes. To give you some sort of unconscious reminder of him. For when the week was over. He was leaning towards the latter, however. Easier to slip in, and more long-lasting.

He'd think about it. He had plenty of time to decide.

The older man had already packed everything he needed long before the weekend ever came. He wanted to make sure that he didn't forget anything. This week needed to go by as perfectly as possible. He knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he fucked it up somehow. Sure, yes, you were his good bunny. You'd reassure him with your adorable smile that everything was okay. But it wouldn't be, bunny.

There was no room for fuck-ups this week.

None.

Even though, William was pretty sure he was about to fuck-up at any second right then.

You and him had agreed that he would be he one to drive the two of you to the hotel. More like William decided, but you didn't seem to protest too much. At least not that he could pick up on. But, with that, William knew that he'd have to help you carry your luggage. Over the phone, you didn't say as much. Not in any way that might embarrass yourself.

"It might be a little tough for me to haul my shit down the stairs." You told him over the phone, "So just be patient with me, alright?"

William smiled to himself as he recalled your little voice. Oh, bunny. His silly little bunny. There's no shame in asking William to help you, sweet thing. Wouldn't you like to see a display of his strength? See just how much he can lift without any trouble at all? Why'd you want to see that, bunny? To see how well he could throw you around during you and his playtime?

Naughty bunny. Naughty naughty bunny. Who knew your mind was so filthy?

The brit was waiting outside of your door for you to answer, the sound of the wind breaking between the trees and the gentle rumble of his car's engine filling his rosy ears. He had knocked a few minutes ago, and was trying to be as patient as possible for you to answer. William knew you were awake. If he was careful about it, he could hear you scurrying around your house in a mad dash. It was cute. And he was a patient man.

Normally speaking.

William found it hard to resist the urge to just kick down the door and scoop you up into his arms. He had missed you so fucking much in the days leading up to today. His heart ached for you. His body ached for you. Just like before, he could already feel himself starting to harden inside his trousers. Just in the excitement and anticipation of seeing you again. The heat on his cheeks was creeping down his neck, making him shudder in the cold morning air.

Fucking hell. He was glad he picked out black to wear again today. Any other color, and you would've noticed his hard-on. As much as he loved playing with his bunny, he wanted to just be sweet and loving with you today. Hold you close. Kiss those adorable cheeks. Fuck. He just wanted you near him; needed you near him. Your warmth against his was so addicting. He had gone far too long without it. The jacket he stole from you was fine, but it wasn't the same. It couldn't replicate the feeling of your chest against his. The feeling of your plush thighs overtop his own. The way your little fingers ran through his hair, and down his scars... Fuck, bunny. Fucking hell. How we wanted you to touch him again. How we wanted to touch you again. Your skin was so smooth and soft. The way his long, calloused fingers could just slide across your belly and thighs like it was nothing. The dip of your waist own to your hips, and how his hands fit so perfectly there. God fucking damn. And your cute little butt; god above how he loved it. How he could just-

Before William could fantasize any more, the door keeping him from you finally clicked open, ripping his gaze away from the trees in the distance. The older man felt his lips gently part, finally being able to drink in the sight of you again. After so long.

Even though you were awake, it looked like you hadn't been for too long. For one, you were still in your pajamas. And you hadn't even seemed to comb your hair yet. Or, if you had, whatever you were doing made it unkept again. you were smiling at him, but your adorable little eyes were still tired. He could see the faint dark circles that lingered under them, coupled with the sheen of redness from within.

He was really happy he wore black trousers that day.

"Morning, Will!" you said, your sleepiness still in your voice, "Sorry to keep you waiting, just gimme-"

Before you could finish your sentiment, William pushed himself through the door and slammed it shut behind him. You had taken a few steps back from his sudden barging-in, but he was quick to close the distance between the two of you, the surprise of it all lighting up your sleepy eyes. Snaking one of his arms around your middle, his other hand landing on your cheek, William closed the rest of the distance between you and him, capturing your sweet, soft lips into a kiss. You had let out a tiny hum of protest from his sudden movements, but quickly stopped as you eased in, reciprocating the older man's affections. As the kiss deepened, William gently was able to turn the two of you around, backing you up against the door with your shoulder blades flush against the wood.

Your hands eventually found their home on his shoulders, allowing himself to press further against you. He wasn't too sure if you could feel the hardness in his pants against your thigh or not, but he didn't fucking care. All that mattered was that you were here. You were in his arms again, after so fucking long. You hadn't gotten much better at kissing since the last time he saw you, but he didn't fucking care about that either. All that mattered was that they were your kisses. And it was him that got to kiss you.

Did you understand that, bunny?

Only he was allowed to kiss you.

Him.

And only him.

Because you were his sweet, adorable, sexy baby bunny.

You eventually had to pull away for air, but that didn't stop William's barrage of affection onto you. With no more access to your lips, the brit turned his attention to your neck, tilting his head down towards the soft flesh. He could feel how you gripped onto him tighter as he gave you quick, demanding little bites against the side of your windpipe, sucking on the skin every now and again. It wasn't until his hands started to wander under your shirt that you said anything.

"Will!" You exclaimed, a slight giggle in your voice, "Please! I missed you too, but calm down!"

The brit let out a hum against your neck, moving his hand back to your waist as he gave your collarbones a few more kisses, "I'm sorry, bunny. I just missed you... I missed you a lot."

You giggled again at him, "It's okay, I missed you too. I'm just really tired. I didn't sleep too well last night."

Tilting his head back up, William gave you a kiss to your blushy cheek before locking eyes with you again, brushing the hair away from your face.

"No?" He asked, admiring his precious bunny's adorable features. You were even cuter than the last time he saw you.

"Yeah, I was too excited. And I kept feeling like... I dunno. Like I was gonna forget something."

"I understand, love. I was in the same boat myself." He leaned down to you, pressing a quick peck against your lips, "You can sleep on the car ride if you want to, bunny. I won't mind."

"It's alright. I'm used to staying up anyway, but... thanks again, Will. For all of this. I just... No one's ever done something like this for me before. It's a little hard to believe this is, like, real."

The older man chuckled, giving you another quick kiss, "There's really no need to thank me, darling. I've already gotten all the thanks I need."

Breathing out another smile, you stood on your tip-toes to press one last kiss against his lips.

"I hate to ask you this, but..." you said, "I can't lift my suitcase enough to get it downstairs. Can you help me? Please?"

William smiled. You were just too cute.

"Of course, bunny."

"Thank you. Come on, it's upstairs in my room."

Even though he was reluctant to do so, William let you go out of his grasp, immediately feeling a lot colder without you close to him. Following behind you, he could already see how the fresh hickies he had given you were starting to form. Three bright red spots now lined the right side of your neck, marking you as his.

William couldn't help but smirk to himself.

Your house was smaller than William's was, and much more empty too. You had told him before that it was largely only you that lived there now. Your parents lived there too, but only when they were around. Which was next to never, their line of work having them over-seas a majority of the time. Even still, the house was a bit of a mess for only having one person living in it. Granted, it's not like you had to clean up if you didn't want to. You weren't trying to keep a tidy home for everyone else. While William was definitely more of a tidy person, he understood the mess. And, admittedly, found it a little comforting.

It was your mess, after all.

This feeling of comfort only magnified itself the closer you lead him to your room. The mess gradually got messier as he neared the door, and the items strewn about became progressively more personal to you. Papers turned to books. Books turned to albums. Albums turned to clothes. Clothes turned into your more... personal clothes.

Fucking Christ.

William wanted to steal some of those too.

But eventually, all of the different items eventually amalgamated into your room. Both you and him had to step over a few piles of things to get past the door, but he was the first to stop. He was positioned just a foot or so past your bedroom door, while you scurried off more towards the back of it all.

"Sorry about all the mess," you said over your shoulder, "I meant to clean up before you came, but... I slept through my alarm."

William looked down to his feet at your words, kicking over a pile of your clothes gently to investigate its contents, "It's alright, love. I've seen much worse."

"Just wait there for a sec. I need to pack a few more things first."

William took this as a cue to further his investigation into your room. Honestly, it wasn't quite what he expected. Although, he had never really given any thought into how it might've looked. But regardless, he found himself quite fond of it.

Because it was just so... you.

It had all your favorite things in it. The posters on the wall of your favorite bands. The pictures of you and your family. A few art pieces that seemed just a bit aged. All the little trinkets and knick-knacks that lined shelves full of books you liked. The clothes you liked strewn about the ground. Album covers. Old movie ticket stubs. Your schoolwork. Your sheets. Your stuffed animals. Your scent.

It was like William had stepped inside of your mind.

And he fucking loved it.

Why didn't he think of this sooner? Coming into your room? He would've been able to learn so much more about you so much quicker than he had. Instead of pestering his dumbass son, he could've just come here all along. Oh god. Oh fucking god. This was all too much. He was surrounded by you. Everywhere he looked was something to remind him of you, because everything was you. Fucking hell. It smelled just like you too. And your bed. Your fucking bed. Just inches away from him, the place where you slept at night whilst away from him. The very thing that housed all your dreams, your phone calls, your tears, your study sessions, your pleasure. Did you think of him in there, bunny? How many times has his name echoed off of those walls? How many times have you imagined him there with you? Did you picture him slipping on top of you in that bed? Did you fantasize about his hands roaming up and down your body there? Did you? Was it his lips you imagined on your flesh? His voice you wanted to whisper in your ear?

Oh it was bunny. He knew it was. Just like he had done for you, in his own bed.

William was grateful to hear your voice again from the other side of the room. He was worried he might have another accident if he hadn't been stopped.

"Like what you see?" You asked him, shoving a few last-minute things into your suitcase.

The brit cleared his throat before responding to you, "I do actually, yes."

He hard you scoff playfully, "You don't have to humor me, Will. I know you're a neat-freak."

"No, no, I do like it, bunny." He reassured you, "It's very... you."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"A good thing, of course."

You chuckled, "Well I guess it makes sense. I've had the same room since the day I was born."

William felt one of his brows raise, "You've never moved?"

"Nah. This house has been in the family since, like, the 20s or something. I've never been outside of Hurricane, actually."

The older man felt his bewilderment grow, "Never?"

"Never ever. Other than a Disney trip when I was a baby, but I don't remember anything from it so it doesn't count. This trip will be my first time out of the city."

"Is that so... Well, I'm honored to be your first, bunny."

You chuckled again, "You're a lot of my firsts, Will."

William smiled to himself. Indeed he was, little bunny. Just like how it should be. You'd never need another man in your life, anyway. Not anymore, not after being his now. Isn't that all you'd ever want?

This trip was going to be good for you. He knew it would.

"Well I'm honored to be all of them."

~~~

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me."

"Oh, hey, sugar. What's up?"

"I have an update. On what's going on."

"Already? That's good, I just didn't expect somethin' so soon. Especially with him."

"Yeah, me neither, but... I think it might be worse than we thought."

"Worse how, baby?"

"Do you remember that old hotel place up state? We used to vacation to, like, before?"

"Oh God, don't tell me..."

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure they're heading there this weekend."

"I understand. I can get there before them if I leave tonight. Will you be here by then? To watch the kiddos?"

"Yeah, I will. What do you want me to tell them?"

"Just say I'm visiting their Auntie for a day or two and you're gonna watch them. I'll leave some money out on the counter for pizza, and there'll be some leftovers in the fridge. Just keep an extra eye on your brother, pumpkin. Poor thing's been having bad dreams again."

"Does he know?"

"No, I haven't told either of them. Probably won't, if I'm bein' honest."

"That's probably for the best. Just wait until they're older. I can't imagine trying to explain it to them now."

"They still love him, baby. It's better not to break their little hearts all over again."

"I know, I know, just... I wish they could know the truth. I feel like I'm lying to them."

"You're not, sugar. You're just protectin' them. They're just kids, pumpkin pie. Let 'em believe their daddy is a good man just a little bit longer."

"But he isn't. That's the thing. He's already fucked us up, now he's fucking my best friend up."

"I know, sweetie, I know. But we'll get it all fixed up, I promise you. Save 'em before it's too late 'n all."

"Yeah... yeah, you're right, I just... I'm sorry. I'm just worried."

"I know you are, I am too. But worryin' isn't gonna solve anythin'. Not right now. I'll be up there before sunrise tomorrow. I'll take care of it, sugar. Just try and enjoy your break in the meantime."

"Are you going to need any help? I can bring Liz and Ev up to Grandma's for a little."

"I don't think so. The restrainin' order should scare him off enough, but I'm gonna wait until I can get your little friend alone just to be sure."

"Okay... only if you're sure."

"Positive, baby. Don't you be worryin' about me, now. This ain't my first rodeo with him."

"Heh, yeah... You're right. As usual."

"Should I mention you when the time comes?"

"If you want. (Y/N)'s gonna figure it out quickly, anyway, so..."

"Okay."

"Thank you again. For all of this, I... I don't know what I'd do without you. I can't win against him."

"It's no trouble at all, sugar. Anything to keep it from happenin' again."

"Yeah..."

"Good luck on your test, baby. I gotta go start packin' now, okay? I love you, Mikey. Everything's gonna be fine."

"I love you too, mum. Thanks."

~~~

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[nanawritesit]

Wonho Boyfriend Headcanons!

a/n: this wasn’t requested but there’s a CRIMINALLY low amount of wonho content so i thought i’d do something since he’s literally my husband 💞 (don’t tell san or yoongi hehe)

He loves to call you bunny 🐰

probably wants you to call him bunny as well, it’s a mutual nickname between the two of you

Holding his hand whenever he has to go somewhere high up since he’s afraid of heights, even though his hand is massive compared to yours (he is baby okay)

gym dates 🏋🏼‍♀️

even if you don’t want to work out he just likes taking you with him :)

he likes that you get to see him in his element, all sweaty and breathing heavily 😳

and you’ll usually ward off all the girls and guys who try to hit on him 😀

he’s the best at opening jars, like he should get an award for it

if you’re having trouble opening something you don’t even have to ask, you’ll just hand it to him and he’ll pop it open like it’s the easiest thing in the world

ramen dates 🍜

or pizza, depending on the day 🍕

although he prefers to make it at home with you and just snuggle up on the couch :)

you guys love cooking together

speaking of which, when you guys are alone at home, he barely wears any clothes 💀

like you sometimes wonder why he has so many shirts when he hardly ever wears them

if it’s fall or winter he’ll usually wear sweatpants around the house but that’s about it

(plus it gives him an excuse to cuddle up to you 💞)

he’s SUCH a cuddle bug

everyone thinks he’s so tough and dominant but i think he’s super soft as a boyfriend

loves it when you trace your finger along his tattoos

he can be pretty protective of you, especially if someone is being rude to you

he’ll straight up be like “hey, don’t talk to my partner like that”

he doesn’t like to act serious bc he thinks his size can be intimidating enough to people, but when it comes to protecting you, he won’t hesitate to scare tf out of someone

does NOT like it when other people hit on you

he’ll just bite the inside of his cheek and tighten his grip on your waist while his eyes are piercing into the other persons’ like daggers

again, he’s only scary when he wants to be

it doesn’t bother you though, you mostly just find him extremely attractive when he gets protective of you 👀

but moving on from that, he has a habit of just randomly picking you up and holding you in his arms no matter where you are

even if you’re around your friends, he’ll just scoop you up out of nowhere, and you’ll continue on with your conversation like nothing is happening

your friends are just like ??? why does he do that ???

and you’re just like idk he likes holding me ig 🤷🏼‍♀️

buying his his favorite milk and a tangerine from the convenience store as a surprise before you visit him at work

although he’s usually the one visiting you at work, mostly bc he doesn’t like to eat alone 🥺

you’ve started just packing both your lunches together since you usually end up sharing them

poor baby gets sick really easily so you usually end up being his nurse 💞

he gets SO whiny and needy when he’s sick too 😭

you just baby tf out of him bc he’s so damn cute

making him soup, putting a wet towel on his forehead, rubbing his tummy, refilling his humidifier, anything he needs

he’d do the same for you if he wasn’t always the one falling ill 🙃

you’ve started forcing him to take vitamin c capsules bc you’re tired of seeing him sick all the time

coffee dates ☕️

LOVES it when you steal his shirts

they’re just so big on you and he thinks you look absolutely adorable in them <3

he never gets upset when you take them, in fact he encourages it

“what’s mine is yours bunny” 🥰

obv he loves it when you get all dressed up for an event, and he’ll drool over the sight of you every time, but his favorite look is just you in casual, lazy clothes

asks you to help him practice his english almost every day

he wants to travel the world with you

buying him metamong plushies whenever you see them

he randomly buys you flowers a lot 💐

likes to send you spicy selfies when he knows you’re busy just to fluster you 😳

stealing his glasses just to mess with him, and as he’s looking for them, you’ll put them on and just sit there like ☺️

he just tackles you and covers your face in kisses bc he can’t stay mad at you

he usually prefers taking showers but he LOVES taking baths with you 💞 if he knows you’re having a stressful day he’ll draw a hot bath for the two of you before you get home with your favorite bubbles and light some candles too :)

also loves it when you touch his butt (you just can’t help yourself sometimes) 💀

you’ve definitely changed his mind about marriage. he never saw himself marrying anyone before he met you, and now he can’t imagine his life without you in it 🥰

[artdcnaldson]

(I just re-read changeover, and idk if you were headed this way, but I wanted to add my 2 cents)

So, I just know in my sould that the IUD failed. Maybe you fell pregnant. Maybe Patrick decided to put on some adult pants and decided to stay with you and raise the baby.

And maybe, just maybe, you two know that Art could be the father as much as Patrick, but you two never say it out loud because once the baby is born it looks so much like you, maybe the baby has art's nose and hair, but she also has Patrick ears and mannerisms, so none of you ever comment about it.

Anyway, you don't cross paths with art and tashi again until 2019. By that time, your kid is seven-eight years old, and you're holding a fat little baby no older than nine months. You're the main breadwinner (because Patrick is obviously not), and you have a stable job that lets you take some advantages... like staying at the Ritz...

I don't know, maybe Art sees you first, as you're checking in, holding the fat little baby that looks like a carbon copy of Patrick. Maybe he thinks you're really... out of his league now. That he shouldn't even think of speaking to you, but then there's this seven-eight year old with his hair and his nose...

Idk just thinking about it. If you're not writing changeover anymore, dw I just wanted to vent a bit

YUMMMMMM <3 no I always loved this concept and it did in fact cross my mind!!! But then it makes me sad bc I was like :( poor pat

ok let me reveal my four little plot bunnies i was fixated on

Reader and Patrick happily married by 2019. She’s succeeding in her career of sports journalism and follows him to New Rochelle for the tournament. She and Patrick are both excited to see ArTashi again and Meddle and Lust.

Reader and Patrick are married, but have been separated for a little over two months after they both had verrryyy different feelings after a pregnancy scare. She goes to new Rochelle to write about them being at the same tournament, knowing it was going to end with a match between the two of them after 13 years. But being back around him and Art (esp now that arts a dad) and Tashi drums up a ton of intense feelings.

Reader and Patrick were married shortly after Atlanta, but it didn’t last. They got a divorce and now you’re in New Rochelle on assignment to cover Art Donaldson’s presence in a challenger.

BEFORE new Rochelle, you and Patrick are a power couple, super happy. You run into Tashi at an industry event, catch up, maybe wind up sleeping together. You expect Art or Patrick to be upset, but they’re kind of not?? Everything is just kind of full circle.

Anyways idk none of them WORKED but I have so many thoughts and opinions as well :(((

[bigboipyromaniac]

can you make a james sunderland x fem!reader? (Or gender neutral Idm) Maybe searching for her (dead) sister in her childhood town, Silent Hill, and stumbling upon James. Reader teams up with james (not rlly being scared of him since he looked pathetic) after realizing they have a similar goal, not leaving him a choice.

Anyway maybe they get separated after a few hours of their journey, and after finding each other they realize just how much they need the other. Maybe the town plays a part (since its kinda sentient) in pushing them together? Their similar goals, lonely life without their loved one, how they went to silent hill, etc, at the same time definitely not being a mere coincidence.

(Lil info ab her sister: they were driving to silent hill 3 years ago to visit the cemetery for their parents, but reader and sis got into a fight about turning back and reader basically swerved the steering wheel to the side and caused them to crush. Reader, not knowing what to do since her older sis made all her decisions for her, just ran away and left her dead sis in the car. This wrecked her with guilt, causinf the town to punish her just like james. They could bond through their shared guilt and experiences and whatnot.)

Ive had this idea for a while so i’d love to see it written! Though if you dont wanna, its alright ^^

brother you are giving me so much juice for this story

THX BESTIEE

Btw maria won't show up cause idk where to place her here

Back where it all started

This letter... It can't be right. She was taken 3 years ago.

But, this was the same town we crashed in. Did she manage to survive? I kept looking at the letter, rereading the whole this, looking for imperfects in the writing.

'This has to be a prank, right? A sick prank..' i thought to myself. But everything about the letter, it seems too perfect for another person to write.

This has to be her.

Even if it wasn't, it was too late to go back now. I stood next to the entrance of the hospital, the memories of this place is all crashing on top of me. I've lost my family here.

It took a couple of minutes for me to built up the courage to walk back in. The doors creaked as I walked it.

It was quiet, and abandoned. The doctors and nurses who took care of your family were no longer here. Almost like time just stopped

Papers were all over the floor and desk, the room is started to fill itself with mold. I walked towards the elevator seeing if the power still worked.

Nothing...

Luckily the stairs weren't broken. As I walked up the stairs, I could see a drawing.

A bunny and a wolf? It looks like a kid drew it. Why would a kid be here? Monster were lurking, the poor kid could get hurt.

Entering the 2nd floor I could here someone closing a door. "Whos there?!" I yelled out while holding my pipe I found outside. The man seem startled, and placed his hands up in defense.

There light was shining in my eyes but I could see it was someone human! "Oh I'm sorry! Thought you were a monster." I said while lowering my pipe down.

The man looked at you, up and down, almost surprised to see another human being. "Hey it's okay!" He paused for a second. "My name is James."

"Y/N" You responded back.

"Y/N, I'm looking for someone, have you seen her?" He pulled out a picture of a woman, She was a beautiful lady with blonde hair.

I shook my head. "No sorry I just got here"

He looked a bit upset... "if you dont mind me asking, who is she?" you said trying not to make James feel too upset." she was... My late wife." James avoid looking at your eyes, almost like he was ashamed of himself.

"Your... Late wife?" you asked confused " that would man she's dead right?" you questioned this strange man, I mean who would come here looking for a dead person?

…

" Don't worry! I'm not going crazy! " James spoke up almost defensively. "Look I found this letter." He handed me a letter, it was different from my sisters letter, from the handwriting, to what is said on the letter itself.

I don't think one man could have done this...

I kept staring at the note, trying to find a flaw or a similarity between the note. James must have noticed the other letter and me comparing them. He placed his arm around my shoulder, almost trying to comfort, "Some else also sent you a letter?" My daze was broken from his voice. "Yea... my sister sent it to me, but 3 year ago, she was..."

There was a long pause, I couldn't finish my sentence, It still hurts to think about it. James rubbed my back, trying his best to comfort me, I could feel the awkwardness from him.

but it still felt nice that he cared about me, someone who he just met. "Hey.." he turned me to face him with both his hands on my shoulder. "How about you stay with me until you find your sister, do you know any place where she might be?"

I thought about it for a second...

"There was this hotel! its across the lake, I remember my sister and I playing with bugs in the garden area." James looked perplexed for a second "The Lakeview hotel?" I nodded " That was my wife and I special place.."

He looked at his map, maybe to find a way to head to the hotel. "Come on, lets head to Rosewater park, maybe we can find a boat there." before I could question him, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the hospital.

(surely nothing would bad happens when he get to the hotel(clueless)

[asher-agere]

is it alright if I make a request for little shiho and cg Ichika hurt/comfort maybe? exhausting days prompt these guys to rotate in my head.. music guys

-🌙

They’re such good guys to have rotating in your head though! But I am sad you’re having exhausting days :( I’ll try to help cheer you up! Even if it’s late-

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

‏𖦹 A lot of the time Shiho worries her friends will leave her alone. Scared that one day she’ll ask for to much and they’ll leave her. Scared that they’ll find someone better… And from her perspective regressing is just another scary thing that could lead to her losing her friends (ó﹏ò｡) Would they think it’s weird? So she hides it! She’ll completely isolate herself, even is it means skipping practice. Then once she’s in her big headspace she’ll come up with some lie “I wasn’t feeling well” or “Sorry I was busy helping out Shizuku” maybe even “I was given a last minute shift at my job” She feels bad. But she also feels like it’s necessary

𖦹 Ichika however isn’t fooled by these lies! Ichika knows that even if Shiho got busy, she’d reach out to at least one of them and explain in that moment. Shiho wouldn’t want to worry her friends! So when Shiho doesn’t show up Ichika just goes to her house! She’ll chat with Shiho’s parents, explain she just wants to check in on Shiho, then heads up to her room! Which is… Locked. And blocked by a chair (How does a baby know how to do this? She’s only a grand total of 3 years old)

𖦹 Ichika of course calls out to Shiho, but all she hears back is a tiny whimper of a scared baby. She was caught. Now Ichi is gonna hate her and leave her and she’ll be alone and- Ichika hears the distressed girl though and keeps talking to her! She explains that she’s not upset, she was just a little worried about Shiho! She’ll mention fun times they’ve had together which calms the baby down! Once the sad little whimpers go away Ichika gently asks if Shiho can open the door, and a few seconds later it cracks open to reveal Shiho, nibbling on a bunny plushy (She got it when she was like 4, Shizuku has a matching one) and wrapped up in a star blanket (Leo/Need has matching star blankets that they take to the roof of their Sekai for stargazing because I say so)

𖦹 Ichika instantly goes in and closes the door behind her! She doesn’t know what’s going on, but she knows Shiho is sad, so she’ll comfort the little one! She’ll give Shiho a big hug and cradles her, sings her a song maybe even! She knows the things Shiho worries about so she reassures the baby that she’s not going anywhere! Eventually Shiho falls asleep, sleepy baby, then when she wakes up she explains things properly to Ichika! Ichika is of course accepting! She diligently researches to help Shiho out as much as she can!

“Hey Ash these aren’t headcanons-“ INSPIRATION. IT WENT BAM POW AND I WROTE WORDS. Headcanons incoming \(^ヮ^)/

𖦹 I think before Ichika found her Shiho tried to go to the Sekai when she regressed. That way no one could find her, she wouldn’t be bothering anyone. But when she arrives it notifies the Vocaloids (ó﹏ò｡) Poor baby leaves as fast as she possibly can and goes to cry in her bedroom. Why is she such a bother everywhere she goes? She doesn’t wanna bother anyone… But she also feels so so lonely… Poor baby, she needs comfort

𖦹 Once Ichika knows though the little one gets so much comfort! She’ll order cute baby items. Mainly star themed for Leo/Need or bunny themed for Shizuku! Shiho always needs reminders that the people in her life love her! Ichika has photo albums of when Leo/Need hangs out that she’ll show baby Shiho! She’ll point out how happy everyone looks and explain that they wouldn’t be that happy without Shiho there!

𖦹 Ichika’s singing is so soothing for the little baby! It reminds Shiho that her friends wanted to be with her so badly that they learned about music. Just for her!! She’ll just happily snuggle up to Ichika’s chest, nuzzle right up under Ichika’s chin all cozy! And Ichika rubs up and down the sweet girls back, gently singing soft lullabies… It isn’t long before Shiho is a sleepy baby. Stress can be so exhausting (>﹏<) Ichika happily holds her why she sleeps though! Wrapped up in her fluffy star blanket

𖦹 Pet names time! Ichika always aims to make Shiho feel treasured and loved, so she’ll use pet names like “Precious” “Baby” and she’ll also use “Starling”! It reminds poor little Shiho that she’s part of a group! It makes the baby giggle all cute and nibble on her bunny plushy! Ichika quickly replaces it with a pacifier of course. Shiho pouts a bit but she doesn’t really mind. Paci is nice too

𖦹 Sometimes Shiho struggles to express her feelings. She’s a stubborn little baby. Ichika offers lovely alternatives! Like maybe just a thumbs up or thumbs down, drawing a picture- But no. Shiho just looks away from her with a whine. Ichika has to bounce the little one in her lap, gently brushing through her hair and whispering gentle praise to encourage Shiho to explain a bit. Eventually she’ll open up! Just takes some time hehe

𖦹 Also candy! Ichika will look for cute candies and always bring some for Shiho! Especially anything star shaped hehe. Ichika will break things into tiny bits and hand them to Shiho, super careful to make sure the baby doesn’t eat too much too fast and choke! Shiho is pretty careful though, and she never demands more. She’s a very chill, go with the flow kind of baby. Whatever Ichika says is what’s gonna happen

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Yay posting normally again! Shiho is so baby… We love the baby bassist! Wait I’m gonna make that a tag…

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Ghosts Season 4 Premiere - 4x1

I've spoiler tagged, but under the cut just in case.

I'm excited.

Let's Do This!

Aw not the recap of 'I don't'.

OH MY GOD with the Basement Ghosts,

Patience! 'too severe' 1692.

Oh shit, she's scary in life... can't imagine what she's like in death.

OMG these girls.

Jay still wears a swimsuit in there?? Poor Jay.

NO ISAAC shouldn't be LOOPED IN.

Mark knows they're weird.

LOL they're so happy about Isaac and his failed marriage.

OMG Pete and his power, wow. He's like "you will never forget that I can leave and you can't" - he's more confident now. I wonder if all of the ghosts were this nutty about their powers after initial discovery?

Awwww, Isaac says sorry.

THEY WENT TO NIGEL ABOUT ISAAC MISSING?????

LOL Jay's like 'why is Nigel still here'

OKAY, Trevor can do better than that when they want him too. Also, why not go get Sam? And they're using him for his power, they could at least be nice. RUDE!

LOL Nancy. She's a surprisingly bad liar.

Body issues?

Oh Jay ....

Is Isaac lying here? About missing Patience? LOL the time it the hole sounds terrible.

STUART!! Nancy was married to the village Idiot???

Isaac was kidnapped - LOL Sam's recap and Jay caring about the tiles.

OMG what is this SL with Trevor so far? I think I hate it.

SASS has been TAKEN!!!

"YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME - we didn't know that was going to happen!!!"

OOOH she brought Sass because Isaac said he was lonely.

Sass looks terrified!!! I love it. <3

"Oh this sucks" - understatement.

You're depending on Flower's mind?

Thor is definitely scared.

She was a worm? LOL. OMG

"This is worse than Sam's water bill talk"

POOR TREVOR GETTING HIS ARM CUT OFF.

Sass looks terrified of Isaac's vowing here. LOL

"What happened to be a better person?"

OH NO OH NO - SHUT UP BOYS.

Isaac still going - not knowing...

Sam hiding the second shovel. LOL

LOL Thor is terrified!

Flower naming everyone!!!

Bad Thor! Leave Trevor alone. WTF.

OMG FLOWER. You're killing us. But you found bunnies!

"Did Pete do the raiders thing?" Jay and Pete would be so great if they could see each other!

LOL Sass is like "JUST TAKE HIM."

"Don't love that!"

Patience is delivering!!!

If Patience got her bearings, why can't she just re-join everyone in the mansion???

Rock paper scissors! LOL Sexual Tension!!!

Patience RETURNED THEM????

Awwwww, Patience.

Seriously, no rescue mission??

Bertie does not keep people's secrets. Sorry Alberta.

OH, they're going to go find her and ask her to join them.

"The fascinating saga of the water bill"

"Sometimes ghosts stuff just resolves itself, we should remember this in the future."

Isaac is reacting to being kidnapped for a day. "She just wants friends" - you could not kidnap people and then they'd be your friends... just saying.

LOL - Isaac "starting smaller" and failing!

DONT DESTROY THE FOUNTAIN.

GO TREVOR "Human Train" - "Well, ghost train" - "We're still human SAM!"

"At least we know he cannot sneeze."

"SUCK IT THOR, PASS IT ON!!!"

LOL SO FUNNY.

ISAAC let go again!!!!

Sass is better at this!

"SUCK IT THOR - Pass it on - Wait..." - Thor. LOL.

LOL Sam - hypotheticals.

SERIOUSLY WHY DOES ISAAC GET A SAY.

Alberta - Patience roommates, Alberta is not here for it.

Overall, great episode.

Welcome back!!!

[the-wiggler]

DION BUNNY AND KANE HC’S

watch out for poor grammar, poor punctuation and everything i wrote this haphazardly on my phone notes app.

dion loves sitting at the front of the bus/car but he always gets motion sick

one of the first things bunny showed dion was the arcade and they cheated on all the games to get the most expensive gift there

even if kane didnt pursue music, he has an absolutely incredible sense of rhythm and soloes at just dance, dance central and guitar hero

overcooked was the first co-op game bunny bought bc they wanted a co-op game to play together that wasn’t a competition (didn’t work, bunny now has one defunct controller that has suspiciously dion hand-shaped burn marks on it)

kane is the best at mancala and bunny is the worst but kane purposely lets bunny win and makes dion lose

while dion is a gamer like bunny, kane is more of a traditional board games guy like mancala, reversi (othello?), backgammon, mahjong.

bunny is just really bad at co-op games whether that be team-work or vs

bunny runs cold and they’re ALWAYS cold especially at night so Dion and Bunny cuddle up and its the best sleep Bunny has had in a while

and in the winter, they huddle up with kane and its a flame demon sandwich except dion won’t stop scolding kane for “hogging” bunny and kane won’t stop purposely pulling them closer to irritate dion (and other reasons, undisclosed) and bunny ends up with no sleep

sometimes when dion and kane's arguments get too heated (haha) bunny will make them stand in opposite corner of the room or in different rooms

kane is scared of riding in the car and he always white knuckle grips the handle and dion always tells bunny to “floor it”

dion’s favourite music genre is pop songs from 2000’s like flo rida, shakira, while Kane prefers old timey jazz music like louis armstrong, frank sinatra

dion constantly falls for the ICUP or the eye map ness jokes and kane keeps making them

dion likes sweeter teas (with milk and/or honey kind) whereas kane and bunny prefer more bitter teas (oolong, jasmine etc)

bunny has very bad eyebags because they keep staying up to play video games and dion has no sense of when humans should be in bed

kane has the best poker face and bunny has the worst ever

not sure if anyone’s seen miss kobayashi’s dragon maid but that’s basically how i see dion and bunny’s dynamic (is kane kanna…wait a minute) like they both revolutionised each others way of seeing life and changed each other

dion and kane doesn’t understand the “low heat long cook time” kind of recipes (like caramelised onions) and are the type to be like “oh why bake at 100 degrees for 30 minutes when i can blast it at 1000 degrees for 3 minutes?”

bunny’s favourite hobby is bed rotting and reading until dion and kane started staying with them

kane loves old timey talk sometimes he exclaims "egads!"

also they're all holding hands and kissing rn guys dont worry everythings ok

[strange-calathea]

Okay one other person expressed interest so I'm gonna do it :3

The wilds headcanons, ships, and predictions for how the next season might have gone if it wasn't cancelled!

⚠️ Spoiler warning! ⚠️

Obviously starting with the girlss<3

Now of course I love shoni and leatin, I think we all do however I am a multishipper and a huge fan of dotin they would so live together after everything and it would be adorable!!!

Aromantic Rachel is also sooo real to me she's pretty much the only one of them that I don't remember saying anything about romance?

Also there's Nora who I'm really just unsure about she scares me a little :3 I do LOVE her outfits tho the pants that look like skirts are fucking awesome!!! Also love the way she subtly directs everyone shes sooo manipulative<3

Martha might be the exception to the all of them are queer thing she's like the group ally

This is not to say I don't absolutely LOVE her character I love Martha soo much I loved the arc with her becoming the group hunter and then the bunny thing and just UGH I love it all

Also she def has weak ankles this doesn't really matter but I also have weak ankles so I'm projecting it onto her

Also about Shelby being the new confederate, I saw someone somewhere wondering why she would do that so I really wanna explain that since I totally get it. Of COURSE she would want to stay on the island it's where she learned what love REALLY is. It's the same reason she did nothing when she saw the boat.

Now the boysss they're sooo gay (and I might talk more about them than the girls I'm sorry there is a bias because I'm gay (also they have the craziest shit going on?? Most of the girls problems are discussed and dealt with in the show lol))

AND IM STARTING WITH HENRY I love him

he's an emo theatre kid he's def queer and I'm gonna project again, I hc him as omni <3

I also think Hen and Ivan would be a cute pairing & I think Ivan would constantly play the song emo boy by Ayesha Erotica to annoy him<3

RAF. YOU POOR BISEXUAL MESS. :(

I don't even really have more to say about him he just makes me sad

IVAN HOWEVER. I have soo much to say about him so first of all, he's gay, we know this

And to get ships out of the way, Ivan&hen and Ivan & Kirin are my favs

SO I wanna talk about the scene with him and Kirin because it's so hard to watch and it's so like???? So I just wanna explain how I see it, a young black gay boy catches his schoolmate crying over a former coach at their school because he was very close to this coach, but he recently got fired for doing blackface in the past (NOT excusing it, just to acknowledge that there is a CHANCE he has genuinely changed over time) assuming Kirin was upset because the coach was a father figure to him? We never get to see kirins family life but I feel like we can assume he's being raised by a single mother? And Ivan rightfully assumes Kirin is excusing the coachs actions but I think Kirin is just grieving because someone he looked up to turned out to probably be a bad person

And about why Ivan egged him on, sometimes when you live with everyone saying those things to you, you begin to just expect it. He was so convinced that somebody like Kirin COULD NOT dislike him for any other reason that he practically put the words in his mouth. And I am gonna defend Kirin because he's NOT an asshole ! I feel like I shouldn't have to explain any of this but I might as well atp, when someone expects the worst of you, you give them what they want. So to summarize: assumptions and misunderstanding caused their problems and I think they should talk it out

Okay since that also counted as my thoughts on Kirin it's time for my hcs for him!! Gaygaygay so gay love him & Ivan and he's very touchy and protective with Josh (see: his response to Josh setting himself on fire),,, I don't think it's requited tho. I also just love the way he doesn't hesitate to believe and defend Josh

To conclude my thoughts on Kirin, a community meme :)

Scotty & Bo get to share a section because they are practically attached at the hip

They are sooo in love and they're gonna spend their whole lives together :3 I also really love both of them their characters are so interesting and so special to me

Josh is the team ally, or he tries to be alternatively I will accept the idea that he's aro

And I'm not gonna talk about Seth because I'm not a trained psychologist! So I don't know wtf is going on there

However I do think that Nora might also be in the little radio station place Seth was in at the end of season2 unless it was like Gretchen's way of making sure he can't hurt anyone else? Just put him in his own little box then he can't fuck it up!

In conclusion, I love the wilds:3 and please tell ur thoughts and headcanons!! I would love to hear what other people think about this show or what I've said about it!!!

[auxiliuno]

just konig being cute and awkward and struggling to ask the reader out or giving the reader a valentines card (even though thats passed lol) :3

König being cute and awkward for reader

College!Au

No warnings, just pure fluff ♪(´ε｀*)

He had been stealing glances at you ever since the beginning of the school year

He never knew you noticed though; you thought it was cute how he would always think he's being slick (bro is like 6 ft tall how slick can he be)

So you decided to purposely look at him when you catch him staring

He would turn red when you look, and smile at him

His face would turn so red, and he averts his eyes quickly

It wasn't like you didn't like him back; you did!

You even planned to ask him out on Valentines Day, but little did you know, the big boy was thinking the same thing 🥹

It was just so cute and funny to tease him like this in the meantime (you're mean 😡)

Sweet König is definitely he type to plan things out MANYYYYY days ahead because he didn't want to mess up and scare you away ( T∀T)

It was also because he's super anxious

He's asked other girls out before, like one or two, but none of those relationships were serious or lasted very long

But with you, he wanted something serious, something long lasting

So he did his research (or stalked) on what to give you on valentines: a record of your favorite band, a bouquet of flowers, your favorite chocolates, a bunny plushy and a letter declaring hi love for you

Don't ask him how he knows your favorite things, you won't get a real answer

You also prepared stuff to give him on Valentines day

Although u didn't *ehem* stalk him like someone did....

You were going to give him the basics: some cute chocolate, home baked valentine cupcakes, a bouquet of flowers, and a love letter

On Valentines day, you both decided to give each other the gifts after class without knowing you both had the same idea.

Both of you went back to your dorms to get the stuff, but König was quicker, immediately going to your dorm and knocking on your door nervously

He stood there like a rigid statue, feeling beads of sweat forming on his forehead

"What if she thinks I'm a creep and turns me down?"

Though you open the door almost immediately, like you knew it was him

The biggest smile on your face; the most beautiful thing he's ever seen

He stammers while trying to confess his love to you, even though he's rehearsed it over a thousand times in his head

"Y-y/n, I have be..en liking you for a while, and I wa-s wondering i-if you would like to be my V-valentines??"

Poor boy looks like he's almost about to cry 😭😭😭

He definitely thinks he fucked up

But you smile even wider

"Yes König! I would love you be your valentine's!"

"Would you be mine?"

You hand him your gifts and he almost melts right into the floor

"Yes! Yes I would love to be your Valentine's y/n!"

"I was afraid you wouldn't like me...." He pouts

"Oh König, why wouldn't I like you? I've been staring back at you for a while now too! Did you ever notice?"

"Yes..." He looks at the ground

He's so cute when he's nervous like this ( ＞Д＜；)

So you two start going out after that

You guys are definitely the cutest couple on campus

Yall make everybody jealous fr 😒😒

Hiii! Thank you for requesting something from me, I hope you enjoy this!

Have a great day! 💐

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 139 - Hopple Borfna Part 3

It's time for the "twins" to see their new room.

Jaden: Can we open our eyes now?

Ophelia: Yes!

The kids look around, in awe at their cool new space. It was everything they could have hoped for and more!

Another round of thanks for their hard work. Okay, fine, Xander did most of the work. Ophelia had a baby to feed.

Xander: You like it?

Gemma: Yes, thank you, Daddy! You're totally my favorite!

Not Ophelia being bitter 💀 Girl, she's a kid, she didn't mean it like that!

Their parents leave to let them enjoy their new room before bedtime.

Gemma: So, you nervous for school?

Jaden: Kinda, but excited too.

Gemma: Yeah, me too. At least we're in the same class.

Gemma: We gotta make a promise though.

Jaden: A promise?

Gemma: Yeah, that we'll look out for each other. It might not be active high school, but rabbithole school and all the popups can be just as scary.

Jaden: You've always had my back, I'll always have yours!

The two seal the deal with a hug.

They've always been best friends forever, and they always will be, but now they're finally old enough to make it official!

Meanwhile, Xander is feeling a little cocky.

Ophelia: What are you doing?

Xander: Just admiring Gemma's favorite parent.

Ophelia: It's not too late to move you into Lulu's room.

Speaking of Lulu, Ophelia goes to get her ready for bed.

Ophelia: Well hello there, grumpy butt. Don't you like having your own room?

Lulu: Gemma's MEAN.

Ophelia helps Lulu spin into her pajamas.

Ophelia: Oh, I see. You miss your big sister?

Lulu nods.

Ophelia: Nooboo, she's right down the hall. Gemma still loves you. She and Jaden will come play with you, but now you've got all kinds of room to play!

This appeases Lulu, at least for the moment. Ophelia manages to tuck her in without much of a problem.

Ophelia: Good night, cupcake. I'm right down the hall if you need anything, okay?

With a kiss to the forehead, Lulu slowly drifts off to sleepy town.

Uh oh! Wren wakes up in the middle of the night and she is NOT having it. This girl hates wakeup time. She's hungry and needs a diaper change STAT!

Don't worry, Wren, Mommy's coming!

Ophelia: Hey, don't get mad at me, grumpy bunny, you're the one who woke us both up.

Wren: angry hic

Maybe a new diaper will cheer the poor thing up.

As Ophelia works on getting Wren changed, Lulu toddles in. She had a nightmare and Daddy had to go in to cover someone who had to call out at work, so she finds Mommy. She'll give her some snuggles and make the scaries go away.

Lulu: Mo-Mommy?

Ophelia: One sec, sweetie.

She starts feeding Wren, who's too hungry to wait.

Lulu whimpers and tears swell in her eyes. This new baby comes along and now she takes up so much of Mommy and Daddy's attention. It's not fair! Lulu needs love too!

Adjusting to a new sibling, on top of Gemma leaving her in the dust for Jaden, it's like no one wants Lulu around!

Lulu: WAHHHH!

A lot of frustration goes into that wail, and Ophelia can definitely hear it. She finishes up with Wren as quickly as possible before coming to Lulu.

Ophelia pulls Lulu into an embrace, which the little one thankfully doesn't resist.

Ophelia: It's okay, sweetie, Momma's here.

Lulu's a sniveling mess.

Ophelia: What's got my little girl so worked up, hmm?

Once Lulu calms down a little, she tries to get to the bottom of the problem.

Lulu: No one likes me!

Ophelia: Cupcake, that's not true.

Lulu: Yeah-huh! Gemma likes Jaden more an' I had a scary dream an' I comed to get you like you sayed but you cared more 'bout Wren!

Ophelia nods sympathetically.

Ophelia: I understand you were scared and needed a hug and I'm sorry I couldn't hug you sooner. Mommy cares, she just needed a second to take care of Wren. I love you both equally, but there's things she can't do on her own yet, like feed herself.

Ophelia: It sounds like you have a lot of big feelings, and that's okay. I promise you, Gemma and Jaden still like you. Mommy's always here to help you, but sometimes I can't drop everything. I'm ready now, though. How about a story to help you go back to sleep?

Lulu nods.

It seems like Lulu feels a little left out, so Ophelia is sure to give her lots of attention as she tucks her back in, even if it means she'll get less sleep. That's what the coffee maker's for.

Ophelia makes a mental note to find ways to help toddlers cope with big feelings.

[gurokichi]

WE NEED TO PLAY MINECRAFT TOGETHER UGH. soon i promise😔😔 i feel like a total fraud because i first won you over by telling you how many pet mooshrooms and ender dragons i keep, and then you wanted to play minecraft with me!! it’s not my fault my laptop broke and i don’t have minecraft on mobile at such inconvenient timing… 😭 you could take all the diamonds in our world, i’m too lazy to find and mine them!! i prefer quartz, for…… no particular reason 🥰 (building) but i’m also too scared to go into the nether. i hate hate hate wither skeletons and blazes and all other scary nether mobs. piglins are cute though. i want to keep them as pets. are you keeping track of all the pets we need to keep, by the way? because i require them desperately also i am too scared to fight anything i will hide behind trees and you can fight the scary mobs. YOU COULD BE A KILLER BUNNY WAIT. was that a minecraft thing?? i vaguely remember something about it where like it’s really rare to spawn from a rabbit spawn egg and then i kept spamming rabbit spawn eggs and my killer bunny never arrived. i wanted to keep it as a pet. this was three years ago and i have been disappointed since ALSO ABOUT YOUR REBLOG do you KNOW how badly obsessed i am with you??? i think about you wayyyyy too much i got my history paper back and in the middle of my incoherent scribbling on the question paper there was your name written a bunch in pencil. i think i had planned to erase it but clearly never got around to it. i can’t show you now though because they take the papers back for a bit to confirm the marks grrrr but i have a feeling you’re similarly on my other subject papers as well. literally haunting me. i do hold back a lot on you, though. i’m like always fighting with myself thinking if what i want to do will creep you out or come off as overbearing and clingy even if i am overbearing and clingy. i try to filter out that and the urge to spam you throughout the day. and at nighttime when you’re sleeping and i miss you. i feel 65% more miserable when you’re not around and 130% happier when you are. i literally jump with joy when i see the notification for you posting anything on tumblr because you are so INTERESTING AND I LOVE YOU.

YES YES WE DO!! YOU NEED TO HURRY UP AND GET MINECRAFT GRRR.

That IS how you won me over... and now it's been 2 months yet we haven't played once!! How could you say all that about playing with me and then not do so, you fraud? Smh. TOTALLY YOUR FAULT!! You should've just not broken your laptop! Do you even have a laptop or was that a lie? SIGHH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE FROM YOU ANYMORE!! ...Just teasing you! I'm not serious, ehehe. Okay anyway seriously, WE NEED TO PLAY SOON. GROWLS. I will be taking all the diamonds, and I'll share them with you, because I'm so nice! I'll get quartz for you when I go netherite mining for us. I'll make sure to bring back piglins too! ...I am not keeping track, but I say we just get whatever mobs are cute. You poor thing, I'll fend off all the scary mobs for you <3 I am definitely a killer bunny! They do exist in Minecraft, but they can only be summoned with a command, which is why you couldn't spawn them, hahah. I do know!! I reblogged it as encouragement to stop holding back, you keep saying you're scared to upset me or scare me off, but I promise you that you definitely won't. AND THAT'S SO CUTE YOU WROTE MY NAME ON YOUR HISTORY PAPER AW. I wanna see whenever you get your papers back!! I gotta see the proof. You could never creep me out, and I love overbearing and clingy! I love it whenever you spam me too. Do whatever you'd like, and I'll still love you just the same. I miss you too whenever you're not around, and I also get super excited whenever I get a notification from you. I'm like "YIPPEE ERIS IS ONLINE YAYAYAYAYAY" AND I LOVE YOU TOO SO VERY MUCH ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡