#i can't lock in rn guys im sorry

[k3n-dyll]

"I should finish up my drafts"

*proceeds to write three sentences and correct a typo or two*

"Welp...a hard days work deserves a break!"

[hoonieyun]

Hello I know your requests are closed rn but when they’re open I was wondering if you can do reader doing the trend when she tells enhypen that she can’t pay rent this month (lmk if you don’t know the trend I’ll link it!)

i can’t pay the rent ⊹˚. ♡

pranking enha hyung line by telling them you can't pay the rent for the month

warnings: profanity, kissing, teasing/pranks, consensual touching, 18+ genre: fluff… just fluff idek LOL notes: OKAY I SWEAR NOWTHIS IS MY LAST REQUEST IM DOING TIL NEXT YEAR LOL yall keep sending good ones and i dont wanna make you guys wait but PLS save the requests for next year, i promise i will do them all hehe anyways thank you for requesting!! i thought this was so funny because my sister did this on her husband recently and he was so dramatic about it, telling her that they had to sell her car LOL anyways enjoy and as per usual… not proofread lmao

husband!heeseung ⋆˚ʚɞ – wc: 484

– you thought this prank was hilarious, especially because it seems like the people’s reactions were always so dramatic and you knew heeseung’s would be similar, if not funnier. heeseung was going to be arriving home from work anytime soon so you sat at your dinner table waiting for him to walk through your front door. 

in just a few minutes, you could hear his keys enter the lock and turn the doorknob. heeseung was very hardworking and as much as you fought him on the fact that you were okay also working, he wasn’t going to let his wife do another day of corporate work if he had anything to say. 

the year before you two got married, heeseung received a huge promotion, one that allowed him to take care of the two of you without you having to ever lift a finger ever again. you were grateful for him and you did your best to be a good wife even if heeseung was okay coming home to ramyeon and cuddling in bed all day. 

“hi, my love. how are you?” he says, throwing his shoes off and making his way over to you. he quickly presses a kiss on your temple and you release a pent up sigh to make your distress believable. “what’s wrong?” heeseung asks, squatting down so that he could be more eye level. 

“hee… promise you won’t be mad at me?” you say and he nods at you, slightly pouting and looking at you with his big doe eyes. he was unsure of where this was going and the contrast to your usual bubbly personality was a bit worrying to him. 

“i don’t think i can pay the rent this month…” you say, jutting out your bottom lip with a slight quiver. heeseung looks like he’s just heard the saddest thing ever, like you just confessed the utmost heartbreaking statement. “baby, that's okay! please don’t worry? we’ll make it work…” heeseung says, pulling you intoa hug anf rubbing your back softly. you accept his hug but can’t stop yourself from bursting out into laughter. heeseung suddenly pulls you away, holding your shoulders and looking at you with a suspicious expression, his left eyebrow raised as he stares at you. 

“babe? why are you laughing! we can’t pay rent and you’re laughing– wait…” heeseung begins to say and you realize that he’s caught on. “you don’t even pay the rent! i do!” heeseung says, shooting up straight and posing with his hands on his hips with a scolding face. “sorry hee!! i had to prank you because your reaction is too cute!!” you respond and he smirks with a chuckle, falling into your arms with a hug. “you’re lucky i love you!” heeseung says before the two of you share a kiss. 

“now… where’s my ramyeon!” he says, picking you up bridal style and walking over to the kitchen.

husband!jongseong ⋆˚ʚɞ – wc: 663

– everything about jay just screamed gentleman. he always opens doors for you, when it rains he carries the umbrella predominantly on your side more than his, he keeps you on the side furthest from the street when walking on the sidewalk, he showers you in love and compliments, and never lets you forget how much he loves you. 

he respected your wishes when you said that after getting married you no longer wanted to work, in fact, he encouraged it. he had wanted you to stop working for a while now because of how shitty your boss was but you ultimately waited until you were married to do so. he wanted you to stay home and work on your dream home, encouraging you to use his card for whatever you needed so that you could make the house you two got together, the one of your dreams. 

so when jay was at work, you were at home doing projects to do just that; make this house your dream home that you and jay would spend the rest of your lives together in. you were taking a break from gardening in the backyard when you came across the tiktok and because you knew that jay was weak to your pranks, it was going to be easy to pull one over on him. 

you finish doing the rest of your garden for the day just as jay was coming home from work. you greet him at the front door, sliding your gloves off and giving him a kiss on the cheek instead of a hug so that you wouldn’t get his clothes dirty since yours was slightly covered in dirt. 

“hi baby, can we talk?” you ask and the atmosphere instantly shifts as you grab him by his hand to the kitchen. you pour him a glass of water as he’s taking a seat at your kitchen counter, eyes fixed on you as you walk over to him. “is everything okay, my love?” he asks and you pause for a second as you try to bite back a laugh. 

“i don’t know how to tell you this but i can’t pay our mortage this month…” you confess and he looks at you with furrowed brows. “what mortage?” he ask and you tell him the mortage for the house and his eyebrows remain furrowed. “did you buy a new house??” he ask and you couldn’t help but break character. “why are you laughing?? what’s going on??” he asks, even more confused than before and you explain to him that it was a prank you saw but he wasn’t able to move on from your statement, still asking if you had bought another house that he hadn’t known about. “wait so is there another house? do you pay the mortage for that house?” he asks as you try to catch your breath from laughing so much. 

“can you be serious? i have no idea what’s going on! do you need me to pay the mortage on this house? it’s okay if you do, you know i’ll help you with anything.” jay adds, proving yet again how kind and generous he was. 

“baby, it’s a joke! there’s no other house.” you answer in between laughs and his eyes narrow at you after finally realizing what you were saying while laughing. 

“wow, i’m going to need to learn how to stop falling for your pranks. what’s next, you’re going to bring home a bunch of puppies?” and when your eyes widen at his response, he pulls you into a hug while shaking his head; “no, don’t even think about it!” he says, pulling you towards the bathroom. 

“but– nope! we are not getting a puppy!” jay says cutting you off. you look at him with a pout and all he can do is place a soft kiss onto your lips. “okay, fine. i’ll think about it.” he says and you cheer knowing deep down jay wanted a puppy too. 

boyfriend!jaeyun ⋆˚ʚɞ – wc: 733

– you and jake have just moved into your first apartment together after graduating from college. it was nothing crazy, just a humble 2 bedroom apartment and although you would’ve settled with 1 bedroom, jake insisted on getting two so that you could have a dedicated space for your art. jake definitely made more than you and although it made you a bit insecure that he was always taking care of the finances, he reassures you that he wouldn’t want it any other way.

often telling you that he’s happy to do it if it means you could put all your focus in your passion for your art. he even goes as far as having your art supplies on a refill cycle because he knows how fast you go through them and he doesn’t want you to ever run out so he has them delivered just in time as you’re about to run out of something whether it be a canvas, tools, or a certain color of paint. jake was loving like that. 

willing to spend what he needed, no matter the price, just so that he can make sure that you have everything you needed because he was your number one supporter. 

you were scrolling on tiktok, procrastinating on a piece, when you scrolled into the trend and it seems after seeing that first video led your algorithm to show you similar videos 8 more times before you decided that you would try and prank jake. you often tried to prank jake because his reactions were always cute and dramatic but you could tell whenever he was able to catch on so for this one, you prepared yourself. going over a small script in your head about how you would say it and what responses you would have for whatever jake could possibly say in return. 

so, when jake got back from work you walked out of your little art studio and welcomed him home with a hug and kiss on the lips. “hi, pretty. how was your day?” he asks and when you tell him that you were stressed and a bit anxious, he immediately drops his work bag and holds you closer. “what’s wrong?” he asks and you slowly you pull yourself out of his grip so you could look at him– bad idea because his eyes seemed to carry so much love and adoration for you in them that you could get lost in them. 

“yn?” he asks and you shake yourself out of the trance of looking into his doe eyes. 

“jake, i don’t think i can pay the rent this month… baby i’m so sorry!” you respond, throwing yourself back into his arms and burying your face into his chest to show him just how bad you felt and you could feel jake hesitantly put his hand on your back. 

“pay the rent?” he asks and you nod your head against his chest. “my love, no offense but i pay the rent not you.” jake says and when you look up at him his head is slightly tilted to the side with a furrowed gaze. 

“we all know i make the big bucks around here, baby!” jake says proudly and although it didn’t offend you at all, you pretend to be hurt by softly hitting him on the chest and pouting. 

“hey!” you yell while crossing your arms. 

“it’s true!” he says, pulling you back into his arms while rocking the two of you side to side. “what are you even talking about? i thought we agreed that i would cover our rent so you could focus on getting your art exhibit together?” he asks and you couldn’t even prolong the joke anymore because he was being too sweet. 

“yeah, i know… it was just a stupid prank i saw on tiktok.” you confessed and jake laughs at you endearly. “aww… not your best one babe.” he says and this time you hit him again because he was teasing you. he let out a small “oww” even though it didn’t actually hurt. 

“come on! i’m just playing!” he says, now he was looking at you with a pout and your scowl transforms into a smile. the two of you shared a tender kiss before preparing dinner. he was your hard working and caring boyfriend and you were his “little picasso if picasso was sexy”; his words not yours. 

boyfriend!sunghoon ⋆˚ʚɞ – wc: 835

– sunghoon, although usually very quiet, was very mischieveious and silly when the two of you were alone. he often played harmless pranks on you like hiding and waiting behind corners and jumping out when you got close, placing fake plastic bugs in unsuspecting spots for you to find, or just randomly having an outburst of energy and screaming that would startle you. 

and although you would tell him that you hated being scared or surprised, you secretly loved this goofy side of him because it brings out the biggest smile on his face whenever he sees your reactions. even when you do get scared, which is almost all the time, he makes it up to you by cuddling up close to you and whispering loving things into your ear until the two of you fall asleep. 

so, when your best friend sent you the tiktok and said you should get revenge on sunghoon for scaring you just the day before, you didn’t hesitate to dwelve into the tiktok trend to find inspiration on how you could really sell the story and try to prank sunghoon the way he pranks you. 

sunghoon would be getting home from work soon, he was a part of the IT team of a large scale company and you loved how smart he was, his cute face was just a bonus. when he got the job and moved the two of you to a bigger condo closer to his work, the two of you agreed that he would take care of the rent if you took care of the smaller finances like groceries and esstentials. 

at first you were a bit reluctant because you didn’t want it to come off like he was taking care of everything but sunghoon soothed your worries and told you that if he were to ever let you take care of the rent, his parents would be highly disappointed in him for letting his lady do that. as time passed, you slowly became comfortable with sunghoon’s job and how it did provide more than enough for the two of you. you didn’t really work, you often would help out at your family’s floral shop but it wasn’t anything to sunghoon’s big tech job; something you’re very grateful for… and of course, him. 

“honey, i’m home!” sunghoon announces as he enters your shared condo and you stay in place, slightly hiding in the blanket so it looked like you had been having a gloomy day instead of running outside to greet him like you usually do. 

sunghoon quickly makes his way to your shared bedroom when you don’t come out to greet him and he finds you on the bed, in a fetal position and hiding under the big fluffy white blanket. “honey, are you ok? you look sad…” sunghoon says softly and his tone of voice tugs at your heartstrings, almost making you back out of the prank. 

you mumbled something but because you were hiding under the blanket, he couldn’t hear you so he gently pulls the blanket off to reveal you, now hiding shyly behind your hands. 

“what’s wrong?” he says, grabbing your hands and placing them in his, gently rubbing circles on your knuckles with his thumbs. 

“hoon… i’m so sorry but i can’t pay the rent this month.” you say, finally making eye contact with him, giving him sad puppy eyes and when sunghoon’s blank face doesn’t change for a moment except for a few blinks, you start to believe that you’ve totally convinced him… wrong. 

“baby… i’m gonna hold you hand when i say this– you’re broke and you’ve never paid the rent a day in your cute little life.” he says, flashing you his cheeky smile that showed his fang like canine teeth. your jaw drops in shock at his response, prompting you to shout an empty “i hate you” at him as you grab the blanket and return to hiding underneath it. 

“noo, you looove me!” sunghoon says, grabbing the blanket once again to reveal a pouty version of you. 

“i buy you those creepy furry thingies you like, i buy you all your favorite snacks, and i pay for this lovely condo so you can have a beautiful home.” sunghoon says, getting closer with each word and finally placing a kiss on your lips. 

“hey! the labubus are not creepy…” you mutter and the both of you look over to your vanity where there sat a pink labubu. 

“okay, yeah they’re kinda creepy– but i was trying to prank you because you always prank me but i guess it didn’t work.” you confess and he pats your head, brushing some of your hair out of your face. 

“don’t worry baby, your cuteness makes up for your bad pranks.” he says with a laugh before lunging out of bed, just in time as you try to lunge at him; starting a cat and mouse chase around your condo until one of you, you 99% of the time, gets tired. 

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[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙u & i ended up in the same room, at the same time | LN4 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lando norris x student y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: brief mentions of substances & sex but apart from that all fluff

summary: in which you wake up in a mystery bedroom with a mystery tattoo and a not so mystery headache

a/n: sorry sorry sorry lando norris is my guilty pleasure anyone else ? 🤫 this is me redeeming myself after my charles fic where i made him evil

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[mono-dot-jpeg]

the tiny exception - express crew

summary; there's only one exception to the few rules that the express crew have...

genre/extra tags; fluff, family dynamics, pompom is the softest rabbit thing in the universe i love them, papa welt (real), auntie himeko iykyk, the rest of the gang are the siblings, caelus learns abt the world with you :'), your honor they're just trash raccoons, selective mute! caelus

[platonic] [child (7-9)! reader]

[warnings; reader implied to have a tough life before getting taken in, trash digging mentioned/j]

word count; 608

a/n; whoops i made another hsr fic and it's another family fic :) im watching blue lock rn and it's definitely passed some expectations and i like it so far so that's good, there's some silly little guys i like (it's the crazies unsurprisingly) maybe i'll write something to test the waters for blue lock. this show wildin tho

i use caelus for hsr so im writing caelus, sorry stelle enjoyers

[rule 1; no touching pompom]

caelus learned that one after attempting to comfort the conductor. and yet,

"you're so squishy, pompom!" a pure as snow giggle rings in the train as the trailblazer watches you cuddle pompom. "so fluffy!"

"oi! don't hug me too hard!" they squirm, trying to loosen your grip.

"sorry!" you smile innocently as you look up to see the silver-haired trailblazer, watching you. "hey caelie!" you let go of pompom, running straight to him.

he's quick to pick you up as you stretch your own arms out towards him. he looks at you with curious eyes and then glances at pompom who is cleaning their uniform.

"i wanted to hug pompom! and i did!" you cheered. it earns you a silent chuckle from caelus. much to pompom's relief, he takes you away and to the passenger rooms.

[rule 2; don't drink mr. welt's coffee]

that rule was interesting. it was set because of you really. you tried the coffee once and almost cried. turns out you can't handle the bitter taste unsurprisingly.

"i know you're gonna do it, y/n." you freeze in his lap as welt continues to answer caelus's questions on the phone.

"but what if it tastes different?"

"it's still coffee, dear." you rest your cheek on welt's shoulder, face squished as you stare at the cup of dark liquid. welt doesn't say anything after that, a gentle sigh leaving his lips.

"did auntie himeko make it?"

"no, she didn't."

"then it will taste different." you reason but it doesn't sway the tired father figure. you reach to take a sip. you look up at welt as if expecting the male to stop you but he doesn't.

he knows. he knows what's going to happen and he's not going to stop it. (he does have a different drink on hand, ready for you.)

you take a sip.

and you cry. "papa!" he sets your favorite drink down, moving the coffee towards him. "why do you drink that?!" he guides your favorite drink towards you and you immediately drink it.

"i drink it because i like it."

"you have bad tastes, papa." you stick your tongue out at him.

"and yet you keep drinking it every time."

[rule 3; sleep on time!]

another rule in place for you. did you ever follow it? sometimes.

but you were only a kid.

"but i don't wanna sleep!" you tugged onto dan heng's clothes as if he would help.

he does not.

"you need to sleep. you're going to be all sleepy in the morning."

"but i want to stay with you guys!" dan heng picks you up into his slightly awkward hold. "please?" you drag out your pleas in hopes of convincing your older brother figure to let you stay up with the trio.

"sorry, y/n. but i don't think welt would allow that."

"but i'm not ti.. tired!" you yawn between your last word, your hands reaching to rub your eyes.

"you totally are, y/n." march cooed, taking you from dan heng's arms. "let's get you to himeko or welt, hm?" the trio is gentle to bid you a goodnight and a pat on the head (and kiss on the cheek from march) while you're taken to rest with himeko.

"there's the sweetie. awh, you must be exhausted." you're laying in himeko's arms, feeling sleepy with her warmth wrapped around you. "thank you march, have a good time with the others." march waves her goodbye before leaving with the trailblazer and dan heng.

"but i wanna go..." you frown, twisting and turning in the redhead's arms.

"how about you spend sometime with me, welt, and pompom before bed?" himeko suggests.

"are we gonna read some stories?"

"we'll let you pick."

"okay."

you fell asleep about 3 minutes later before you could even hear a story.

[fearfics]

no one but you.

skye riley x fem!reader

friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight?? angst??; skye has a long day of work and the only thing that can help is you :3

warnings: skye's hair pulling is the only thing i think but if there's anything else that might need a warning, lmk!

a/n: heyyy finally posting smth and like i've said before...i wouldn't call myself a writer i'm just a girl who imagines scenarios in her head and needs to write them out sometimes SO if it's quite cheesy and cliche, shhh i know this is just for fun!!! this is in bullet format just because it's an easier way for me to separate my thoughts so sorry if it's hard to read...

also, just like fun fact and im rambling but the main idea i had for this was watching the piano scene and thinking...okay but what if she plays a song for you for the first time...and boom. and the title is taken from no one noticed by the marias :] anyways, if you read this far, i’m kinda proud of this so i hope you enjoy and ty for reading <3

• skye has a rougher than usual day of work leaving her distressed and completely exhausted :(

• she collapses on her bed, her mind racing from the events today but the thoughts all lead back to you. for skye, being around or thinking of you is one of the few things that can help her relax.

• of course, she’d never admit that to anybody because she thinks she sounds crazy but it’s true!

• she runs her hands over her face and sighs before pulling out her phone. clicking your conversation, her thumb hovers over the text box.

• as her eyes move across the screen, she rereads your message from this morning – "good luck in the studio today girl 💗 oh here are the pics from the other night btw 😙" – she smiles softly at the emojis, thinking about the casual dinner you guys had with some friends.

• she swipes through the pictures, mostly silly and cute posing with your food and kissy faces…she can't help but zoom in on the two of you, remembering how pretty she thought you looked with your hair loose and makeup slightly smudged and -

• OKAY so maybe she’s incredibly down bad and that’s why just the thought of you is so calming for her!

• BUT she doesn’t want to bother youuuu. while you’re not living the same hectic lifestyle she is, you could still be busy, you know. you have your own life and things to do and take care of. she glances at the time noticing it’s later than she thought. you could already be sleeping…

• she can feel her hand rising, fingers reaching for That Spot in her hair as she begins to overthink even messaging you at all.

• *DING* she shifts her eyes back to her phone, locking onto the blue text bubble – “skyeee you haven’t said anything all dayyyy like not even the usual picture of your lunch i was visually starving girl”

• she lets out a deep breath, palm falling flat on her head. oh, thank god you texted something first..wait that means you were thinking about her…and so late at night too…which could mean nothing…

• she thinks for a second before replying – “sorry it was just super busy today..had to spend extra time in the booth im exhaustedd” sent.

• she places her acrylic nail between her teeth, biting out some nervous energy.. should i just ask? oh, fuck it i’ll just ask.

• “actually um could you possibly come over to my place? i could really use someone to talk to rn… i can send a car or whatever you know but if it’s too late you don’t have to that’s totally fine” sent.

• she continues chewing her nail as she watches the three dots pop up indicating you’re typing. – “oh skye :( don’t worry about it! ofc it’s not too late. you know i’ll come over any time. i’ll be there soon <3”

• <3. <3!!!!

• okay, she’s normal about you. she’s fine...just smiling too hard at her phone before replying with her own “<33”

• while she waits for the driver to bring you to her place, she takes a hot shower, letting the heat relax her body and ease her mind for as long as she needs. after getting into comfier clothes, she heads to the kitchen to grab a water. a sigh escapes her as she places her hands on the counter. the nerves course through her body once more as she thinks about you on your way over. she takes a breath before unscrewing the water and gulping down half the liquid. the bottle makes a loud *thunk* as she sets it down on the counter. she still can’t believe she’s gotten used to doing that.

• she reaches to replace the cap when she hears a knock on her door. you’re here. the exhaustion in her body replaces itself with…excitement? anxiety? she doesn’t know. she’s just happy that you’re here.

• screwing the cap back on as fast as she can, she takes quick footsteps over to the door, sliding a little as her sock covered feet don’t leave the ground. catching herself on the wall, she steadies herself, fixing the hair that fell in her face. god, she’s mess.

• she reaches for the knob while tip toeing up to take a peek through the peep hole. she couldn’t help but crack a smile at your hello kitty pjs before opening the door.

• you wear an empathetic smile as you hold up your bag, “i brought candy.”

• skyes let’s out a breath of relief, smiling back and relaxing her shoulders, “you. are amazing. get in here.” she grabs your arm, pulls you in and locks the door back up while you let out a small laugh.

• “i know, i know." you reply removing your coat and shoes. “so,” you start to speak as skye follows slowly behind, smile still lingering on her lips. you jog over to the couch plopping yourself into the seat, “you get first pick as always.” you hold the bag open, shaking the sides as you usher her over to take a seat next to you.

• skye tilts her head, jokingly rolling her eyes as she hovers her hamd over the bag. “i’ll take…oo these! thank you very much.” she pulls out a blue bag and sits herself to the right to you. you knew that blue bag all too well.

• “not the gummy wormsss! you know those are my favorite!” “we can share! we always share.” "right, right..."

• the conversation continues while you empty the rest of bag on the table. you take turns sharing candies, telling skye a story about the cutest cat you saw outside the shop and how you almost brought him with you.

• there was a moment of silence before you spoke up “did you want to talk about today?”

• skye glances down at her fingers staying quiet for a moment “uh…yeah, no, i mean...it’s just…” she takes air in through her nose and runs a hand through her hair, breathing out.

• you watched her facial expression change. there was nothing more you wanted than to just hold her in your arms and caress and kiss her troubles away. you never knew how far you could go without it feeling weird. what if she didn’t reciprocate?

• you always settled for holding her hand. it kept her from teasing with her hair and suppressed the urge to pull at the blonde locks and instead play with your fingers.

• “we were um…working on recording this new song. i’d played it for them a little while ago and they really liked it.” she glances at your face, your full attention on her, arm resting on the back of the couch with your chin sitting in the palm of your hand. god, you were so pretty…

• you smile softly, “of course they did. you make great music, duh.” she returns the smile at your compliment. her eyes begin to dart around the room, the stress making it’s way back into her head. you rub your thumb over the back of her hand that was still sitting in yours.

• “while we- while we were recording, it was fine but um…there’s this one part in the song i wanted to be sung a certain way but..they didn’t agree. told me to sing it the way they wanted. 'cause it ‘sounded better’. ‘tracks would’ve been faster to mix’. or some shit. i tried to argue it but…it just started something bigger and my mom was there. god, my mother…she’s no help. just wants me to follow along like usual…”

• you felt a tug at your heart as skye spoke. “oh, skye…i know how passionate you are about your music. it's awful when there’s assholes like that who just wanna make something quick and easy. it’s hard for people like you who actually care about the quality of their work. i don’t see where you did anything wrong."

• skye wipes away a couple of tears. “hey,” you reach for her other hand, interlocking both your fingers, “i know for a fact that the way you wanted your song, mind you, your song...that you wrote …i know it sounded beautiful, okay? and perfect while we’re at it.”

• skye chuckles, speaking softly “please, how could you say that if you haven’t even heard it?”

• “show me.” your volume matches hers but your words catch her attention, eyes shifting to your face. silence. “if you’re up for it, you know.”

• skyes heart races as she feels a mixture of anxiety and vulnerability. it’s not like she hasn’t sung in front of you before but right now it feels much more intimate.

• she hesitates for a moment “okay…yeah.” you smile in excitement. you were basically her number 1 fan. and she would do anything for you. this is a win-win situation.

• skye stands up to go to the piano, a rush of butterflies in her stomach as you follow behind. she adjusts the bench a little before sitting down and you stand to the side of the large instrument, elbow making contact with the top as your chin rests in your palm again.

• skye fiddles with her journal trying to find the correct page. she nervously flips onto the page titled ‘just my name’ and looks over at you before placing her fingers on the keys.

• ‘i’ve got thick skin but i’m hollow…made up of broken parts...’ from the the first line you’re mesmerized (as usual) by her voice. you listen on, paying attention to the lyrics and how relaxed skye begins to look after focusing on the melody, ‘is this how my story’s told? i get higher 'til my worlds on fire and i'm ice cold…’ seeing the raw emotion in her facial expressions as she closes her eyes, almost like she’s reliving her memories. you can tell how much this song and the lyrics really mean to skye and her experience. oh, your sweet skye…

• the final notes echo through the room. skye removes her hands from the piano, waiting for you to say something, ANYTHING…

• but your response doesn’t come. you instead take a few steps over and wrap your arms around her shoulders. her head finds its place in your neck and her arms take place under yours as you sit down beside her. you sit together like this for a moment before speaking. “that was beautiful, skye. just like i said it would be.” you whisper, your thumb caressing the back of her head, her breath felt on your neck.

• “mmm you’re just being nice 'cause you’re my friend.” she deflects. “skye, c'mon.” you pull away leaving your hands on her shoulders and look her in her eyes, “i wouldn’t lie to you. especially, especially, about your music. i know how much it means to you.”

• skye can’t help the blush that creeps up on her cheeks becoming hyperaware of the close proximity between you two. theres a flutter in your stomach at the slight nudge of her hand against your thigh.

• she clears her throat before speaking “thank you, y/n. for everything, really. i'm so so so grateful to have you in my life. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

• okay, you actually need to kiss skye so bad. her eyes glossy from the tears, the beauty mark by her lips that were soft and pouted. if the look she was giving you wasn’t enough alone, everything she just confessed solidified the feelings you couldn’t deny any longer.

• skye’s breath gets caught in her throat as she feels your hand softly take place on her cheek. the heat of the moment seems to last forever as you both stare into each other's eyes, your faces just inches apart. the unspoken feelings have been building up for so long neither of you can fathom the situation that’s unfolding. your heart is beating so loudly that you can hear it in your ears as you both sit there, hoping hers was doing just the same.

• your eyes flicker across her soft features taking one last look at her lips before returning to her eyes. “would it be like kinda crazy if we just, you know…kissed right now? i mean like if you wanted to. because i definitely want to and it would be nice but if-“

• skye lets out a puff of laughter and you’re left with a slightly amused yet confused look on your face. “god, y/n, i thought i was bad at this.” your hand falls back to her shoulder, “um what exactly is that supposed to mean?” “nothing, nothing...”

• you smirk at the casual banter, “okay, okay…so…” “oh, come here.” skyes confidence boosts as she takes your face in her hands and your lips finally touch. your eyes flutter closed and skye can feel the smirk still resting on your lips as you respond to the kiss.

• it starts out soft and slow, the gentle press of your lips against each other. but as the initial kiss sparks something between the two of you, it quickly deepens. your mouths moving hungrily against each other, the taste of the fruity candy lingering on your tongues, skyes hands running through your hair as your hands have found themselves just above her chest, toying with her necklace.

• as you two lose yourself in the moment, falling into each other, you lean a little too far, elbow landing on the piano keys. the loud, earsplitting chord jolts you back to reality, breaking the kiss. your breathing is heavy and faces are flushed with surprise and the realization of what just happened. you both can’t help but burst into giggles, the tension from before fades into a light hearted moment.

• as the giggles subside, you look at skye, “maybe.. we should take this somewhere else or something…” skye sucks her teeth, a few butterflies lingering at the bottom of her stomach, “oh is that so?”

• you roll your eyes before standing up. taking skyes hands, you pull her up with you. “well...yes. don’t ask stupid questions.” skye chuckles as she’s dragged along, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement to finally be able to kiss you the way she’s always wanted.

[cchloset]

buster and eddie headcanons

still struggling to draw and i feel really lazy but i have to say. buster and eddie together, just the concept alone, has me giggling and kicking my legs. theyre so silly. and yes i DO think theyre boyfriends. sorry if this is hard to read its late and im not giving much attention to legibility rn. big walls of text sorryguys - i kinda flipflop between if they met in very late high school or during college because buster says to nana "we met at eddie's graduation". i think it fits better canonically if buster was already maybe halfway through/almost done with his courses and then met a freshman eddie. buster graduated first, then eddie followed. - eddie did not take college seriously at all. guy failed everything. but he locked in the last year, because from the Eddie's Life Coach short film he's shown to know how to get his act together – even if it means immediately forgetting it afterwards - eddie majored in sound design. he wanted to make sound effects for video games - these guys are HUGE morons. oh my god. dumb and dumber over here. average intelligence decreases by 20% whenever they walked into a room - buster was a lot more hyperactive and scattered back then but has mellowed out with age and got his adhd medicated - eddie comes from a spanish-speaking family. he understands spanish but can't speak a word (me with afrikaans lol) - no one at the theatre really knows who eddie is beside his name, the fact that he helps out from time to time, and that he sometimes brings in mcdonalds and coffee for mr moon - eddie smokes pot. not as much now but always used to back then - did he share with buster? obviously - buster CANNOT cook. his father always made the food when he was alive, or miss crawley would make him things, or he'd just buy microwavable stuff you slap in for a few minutes and its ready to eat. do not trust this man around a stove - the kitchen in his loft apartment is seldom used because he eats microwavable lasagna or something every single day - one time he tried making something and set the place on fire - also i think buster's dad's name is David because the Dave and Buster's pun cracks me up n makes me hysterical - as a housewarming gift, eddie gave buster his old xbox. it still works fine but he has a newer one and doesnt want the old one collecting dust. well it collects dust anyway because buster has not played any. hes too busy - buster cant see far away. hes always squinting and getting headaches. refuses to get glasses because 'theyre such a hassle' and opts for contact lenses - eddie has given buster his own keys to the pool house because he visits so often - eddie's parents don't like buster so much. the constant mooching and borrowing money (which he still hasnt paid back btw) doesnt leave a good impression. buster doesnt mind and hops the fence when they lock him out

its 3am ill write more if i think of them. and maybe draw soon. sob sob

[oh-no-its-bird]

reading ur fic one step three steps rn and I don't usually read oc-insert fics but ichigo is SUCH a menace I love her to death... and the idea of this feral, unchecked little kid being put in kakashi's care is so good. he's gonna suffer so much but it'll be good for him I think 👍 anyway I can't help but wonder how things would go down with the whole. obito thing. because I can't help making everything about my favorite insane guy. do you think they'd bond over their love for making kakashi suffer. do you think they'd bond over their shared affinity for chaos. I don't know I just!! think they have so much potential as a duo ANYWAY sorry for rambling have a nice day

DJFBDKDJDJS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HER???

I'm also kind of in the boat of not especially liking or reading oc centered fics, I think making Ichigo was a bit easier for me than it would have been otherwise bc I really went into it treating her like a plot divice. Still am tbh. I love Ichigo but the story isn't there for her, it's there bc of her. I needed someone to stir shit up and bring up some very specific topics and issues, so she became that. And I fell a little in love with her character along the way

Inevitable tbh, it's probably impossible to write a character that much without finding or molding them into something you can like writing

Kakashi absoloutley deserves to be harassed by tiny children, and now he can't escape bc Ichigo is in his fucking house!! She's gonna bring back more (even tinier) children to harass him, starting with Naruto. He will never know peace.

ITS FUNNY YOU MENTION OBITO BC I ACTUALLY HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN SOME STUFF FOR HIM IN THE FUTURE WHENEVER HES INTRODUCED!!

I have so many notes and plans laid out for One Step Three Steps u don't even know

Anyways spoilers for the eventually Obito introduction in the fic, take a snippet for his introduction (it's liable to change tho, we won't be seeing Obito for a while in the fic)

"I . . . am Madara Uchiha."

Ichigo opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

Finally, in her flattest voice, she went, "No you're not."

The imposter paused, then shook his head and gave a sinister chuckle. It was a decent enough imitation but she'd seen Hashirama give a better Madara impression.

While drunk.

"I understand it's hard for you to believe, but the stories of my death were greatly exaggerated."

Ichigo aimed her best impression of Ojisan's unimpressed face at him. Lip curled in distaste and head tilted to stare down at him like he was a bug.

He twitched. It was a pretty good impression. (Better than his Madara one, anyways)

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No. You're really not."

"Yes, I really am."

They stared at eachother, locked in stalemate, till she smirked.

"Ok sure, you're Madara-sama. What's my name then?"

"Um."

"Come on, Dara-chan," she batted her eyes at him innocently. "I'm sure you can remember."

He seemed to regain control of myself, straightening up and giving another echo of what might have been Madara's laugh. If he was a crazy cave hermit who'd decided to inject a gallon of cringe fail evil villain juice into his laughter, anyways.

"Come now, Ichigo, I know it's hard to believe but it really is me."

"Ha!" She shoved her hand towards him, pointing triumphantly. "My real name is Hatake Miko! I gave them a fake when I got here, and if you were the real Madara-sama you'd know that!"

"O-of course, Miko-chan, I was just testing you. I had to be sure you were the real Miko I remembered, after all."

"No, I lied I really am Ichigo." She deadpanned, giving him a little peace sign.

He staggered under some invisible weight, making a noise like a popped balloon.

"I don't usually kill children, but . . ." He mumbled to himself, and she scoffed.

"You don't even have his hair." She squinted at him, feeling insulted om Madara's behalf. "You're pretending to be Madara with hair like that? Have some standards.

[charnelhouse]

Hello Charnie ♡ i am dying on my period rn and it got me thinking. that part in no promises where ghost is sitting next to red and she starts crying from her hangover despite having suffered worse bodily injuries kinda reminded me of myself. I've gotten some pretty decent injuries and usually didn't cry. But my period cramps? Lord help me. They will absolutely bring me to the floor crying and whimpering, I don't know what it is about them. But it made me want to write a lil soft simon thing (him and red aren't together yet but I'm tying in golden net and how ghost can always sense when red is in pain)(ghost is in a bad mood for no given reason)(this is so very long im sorry):

It's late as ghost walks down the halls of the barracks. Everyone is already asleep in their small rooms, the only noise is the rasp of his boots and the slight buzz of the florescent lights above. Simon walks quickly, heavily. He wants to go to bed, be done with this hellish day that he'd only grown more sick of as it went on. He tries to curb his agitation, settle his mind if he wants to even have a shot at sleeping.

Sleeping never comes easy for him.

He sighs deep, tries to roll out his muscles as he walks. He tries to curb his sour mood, put a stop to his tension, but his mind swirls with his aggravations, each trying to take center stage in his mind, whooshing around, on the verge of giving him a goddamn headache and—

Suddenly he feels a pull in his chest, in his tummy. His mind abruptly goes quiet. He realizes he's approaching Red's door. Red. Red. He hasn't seen Red all day. He and Price got sent out early, early even for the military, and they hadn't been back till now. He hasn't seen Red all day. The pull gets stronger, he walks faster. Had she been sent out today? Did she return with any injuries? He doesn't like the sensation in his body.

He's now square at her door. His hand twitches at his side, he doesn't want to risk waking her up, but... he hasn't seen her all day. If he could just lay eyes on her, look at her and see she's alright, that'd satisfy him.

He turns the knob and her door opens, and even though it's given him access to what he wanted, now he wants to scold her. Why is your door unlocked? You can't get too comfortable, red, always lock your door. Because it's dangerous and stupid—

His annoyance dissolves instantly when he does finally lay eyes on her. Her little bedside lamp is on, she's all curled in on herself, brows furrowed, fists all balled up. He knows that form, she's hurt, he knew it. She didn't even hear him enter, only opening her eyes and looking towards him once she hears the door shut behind him.

He sees her eyes. There's exhaustion and tears  in them. His stomach drops. It must be bad if she's crying, Foxy's a trooper, she doesn't cry.

"Oh, hi Lieutenant." Her voice sounds weak, unfilled. "How was your guys mission today?"

"Are you hurt?" Disregarding her question, he strides over to her.

She starts to rise and prop herself up, trying to discreetly wipe her face and eyes as she does. "Umm.. no. I mean, not really. I'm fine." She gives him a weak smile.

"You look hurt, Red. What's wrong?" He can't believe she's really trying to lie to him when it's so clear something  is hurting her.

"It's nothing! I'm fine, it's nothing—"

There's more hushed arguing over her obviously false statements. She finally gives it up to him: alright Lt alright. I'm just on my period, that's all, I'm fine. I'm just.. hurting a little from it.

It takes him by surprise. Her period? Cramping has her like this..? Granted, he's a man, what would he know, but... the girl had taken bullets, been sliced open, beaten and bruised. And sure, he had seen her eyes water, anybody's would, but she didn't cry. How bad must these cramps be?

Her voice pulls him out of his thoughts, "Yeah, that's all. But I can't sleep. This off-brand Advil is not working," she chuckles to herself, rubbing a hand over her forehead. "I'd kill for a heating pad."

He quirks his brows. "A heating pad?" He asks lamely.

"Mhm," she gives him a little nod, gestures to her back and hips, "the heat, it feels nice. It helps."

He looks over her again. Her body looks tired. Her sheets and blankets are all tussled about her bed. He wonders how long she's been trying to get comfortable, alleviate the pain. Heating pad. Heat. It feels nice. It helps. He doesn't think they have that on the base. He hates that this pain is keeping her up, she needs to sleep. He moves to her before thinking.

"Here— lay on your stomach for a minute." She gives him a questioning look. "Just do it, Red."

He's at the side of her bed, putting one knee up on it. "Here." Hesitantly, carefully, he splays his palms over her lower back and hips. She tenses slightly at the contact, but then the warmth of his palms seeps through her sleeping shirt, melting onto the skin underneath. She relaxes and sinks, lets out a little moan that he tries so very hard not to fixate on and amplify in his mind.

"Oh my god. Ghost that feels so nice," she breathes out.

He smiles, just a little, under his mask. He's always run hot, much to his own discomfort, but right now it's useful. He's making her feel better. Something is ballooning in his chest.

After a minute, she speaks. "It would feel nice if your hands were right on my skin." She must of realized what she said because she quickly tries to backtrack, "But you don't have to, I was just- it'd just-"

She's so naive. She's got no clue. He'd never deny her anything.

He pushes her shirt up to the middle of her back. Her pretty skin, her battle scars, exposed to him. He's never seen this part of her and she looks like art, sculpted and beautiful. Figures.

He sets his hands back down on her, on to her bare skin. She's warm and so fucking soft. She's so small under him, his large hands on her body. His breath hitches. He tells his brain to knock it off, this is about making Red feel better. That's the mission right now.

She shifts under him trying get his hands where she wants them. He lets her, sinking them in when she finds the spot. He rubs little circles into her with his thumbs.

"There you go, love. Relax." Love. Christ, how did she get him like this?

"Thank you Simon," she says quietly, gratefully. She takes in a deep breath, her body relaxes further. She's got her eyes closed, her lashes rest on the curve of her cheek. Her trust of him is so genuine, different than the usual trust you need in the military. It's the dead of night and she trusts him, Simon Riley, enough to be in her room with his hands on her skin. She's vulnerable, and she trusts him that much. It squeezes at his heart. Ah, that's how.

For a few minutes, he sits with her. Letting his hands drown her muscles and bones with heat. Pressing the rough pads of his fingers into her, gently squeezing her. Occasionally rubbing over the expanse of skin.

"That better Foxy?" No answer. "Foxy?"

He shifts so he can see her face. No tears. No twisted muscles. Good. Her eyes are still closed and she looks peaceful. Breathing steadily.

"You fallin' asleep on me, kid?" He knows he's not getting an answer.

He pulls his hands away from her skin, his body hating the loss of her. He wants to touch her. Hold her. Press his face and lips into her. It pains him to leave her.

But he smooths her shirt back down, covering her from the cold of the room. He pulls the sheets and blankets over her, tucking her in.

He moves up to her nightstand to turn off the light. Her face is half buried in her pillow, knocked out. He smiles at her, he's glad she's not like him, he's glad she can get to sleep easily.

"Goodnight, Red." His hand moves with its own will, pushing her hair off the side of her face that's not buried.

He allows himself to touch her face, just for a moment. The backs of his fingers moving across her cheek. He presses his palm to her, thumb stroking the delicate skin under her eye, a featherlight touch he didn't know he was capable of.

Oh how he ached for her.

He flicks off her light, moving quietly along the tile floor. He casts one more look at her from the doorway and closes the door. Making sure to lock it behind him.

His mind is calm, body no longer carrying its tension, only the sensation of Red's skin under his hands remaining.

Red is asleep, a feeling of accomplishment warmly washes over him. And for the first time all night, Simon thinks he'll be able to sleep.

Omgggg I could die!!! This was absolute perfection. I desperately have needed some ghost inspo to finish mausoleum and this has done it

The below was so on point. Beyond 141, Red would never trust anyone because of how vulnerable she is in a male dominated profession. Love!!!

Her trust of him is so genuine, different than the usual trust you need in the military. It's the dead of night and she trusts him, Simon Riley, enough to be in her room with his hands on her skin. She's vulnerable, and she trusts him that much. It squeezes at his heart. Ah, that's how.

[pbaz7]

my day wasn't as bad today, but still not great so im very excited for this chap. praying that elle is gone for good...

sexual content

so excited right now. lemme put on my playlist

Paige adjusted her tie

already staring the chap off right

Paige smirked, brushing off her nerves as best she could

what's happening im scared

“Paige, I trust you’re taking good care of my daughter?”

only the best for her princess

“You look great tonight.”

the things id do to see p in a tie again

Or are you just hyping her up because she’s your girlfriend now?”

don't even be trying to call p overrated that's my goat

I can’t imagine what it’ll be like with two big ego’s in the house now, yours is already bad enough..”

LMAO JOSE IS SO SASSY

She tried to stay engaged, laughing at Jon’s jokes when no one else did and chiming in here and there, but her gaze kept drifting back to Paige.

Azzi's horny again... can't exactly say im surprised with her track record

Paige, sitting confidently beside her, was dressed in a crisp white shirt and a perfectly knotted tie that Azzi hadn’t seen her wear before. Her hair was slicked back into a neat bun, highlighting her jawline and the sparkle of her diamond stud earrings. A tennis bracelet caught the light every time Paige moved, drawing Azzi’s eyes to her long, graceful fingers adorned with rings on each hand.

I mean with this description... who can blame azzi.

and warmed her core in a way she wasn’t prepared for at this very moment.

azzi babe... ur parents are RIGHT there

“Something in my dress is poking me. Can you come with me to the bathroom to help me fix it, please?”

azzi! your pant are on fire! quick!

Paige placed a light hand on the small of Azzi’s back,

protective p😋

“Azzi—” Paige began, but her words were cut off as Azzi locked the door behind them and crashed her lips against Paige’s.

do y'all know where u are...

“We can’t go this long without sex again,”

well u certainly won't be doing it in this bathroom stall... right guys...

“Think you can do it in less than ten?”

guys. ur family is gonna know. and yes of course she can.

She toyed with Paige’s fingers, as she began sliding the rings off one by one

Im not sure if im okay rn

Paige moves her hand in between Azzi’s legs pulling her underwear hastily to the side

wasting no time I see..

“I miss you so much,” Azzi panted, her voice trembling as she tilted her head back.

she is currently INSIDE of you what do you mean you miss her

“You look too good tonight. I’m sorry I couldn’t wait.

can't even blame azzi cuz knowing me id probably do the exact same thing

“Oh fuck..right there baby. That’s the spot…don’t stop.”

are there not other people in the bathroom... like are they hearing this

“You look so fucking good like this Az. I can’t wait to have you later..take my time with you

ROUND 2 CONFIRMED

Azz grabs Paige’s free hand and brings it to her lips, sinking her teeth into it to muffle herself as she comes undone on Paige’s hand.

that's gotta be some kind of record time

her movements a little too calm for what just happened.

Jose is definitely going to know

Katie popped into the bathroom. “Everything okay in here?”

LMAO KATIE BE GLAD YOU DIDNT COME IN EARLIER

“I think you might’ve left these in the bathroom when you were washing your hands,” the server said with a polite smile, holding out the rings Azzi had taken off of her.

IM DEAD. I AM SO DEAD. guys she just took them off to wash her hands I swear.

Before Paige could finish or reach for the rings, the server continued, her tone becoming more conversational. “They’re really cool honestly.

everyone wants both of them im deaaad

Jon and Jose exchanged knowing glances and immediately began snickering, their shoulders shaking with restrained laughter

they know so bad

“It’s already been taken care of.”

YEP I KNOW DAMN WELL THATS MY BABYS NIL MONEY

“Nah,” Jon said, slinging an arm around Jose. “We’re gonna hang out with Paige and Azzi for a bit.”

I can only imagine how messy this duo is

The sight of her had Azzi’s mind wandering again far more than she cared to admit.

azzi babe its been around one hour

Maybe she was the horn-ball after all.

Im starting to believe lil paigey

Suddenly, a memory resurfaced: a conversation she’d had with Paige a few weeks ago in the library.

yes can we pls go back to this

Azzi cut her off, her voice lower and softer now, but with a hint of urgency. “They can’t stay.”

Paige is boutta kick them out so fast

“Come find out.”

AZZI. U WERE SUPPOSED TO BE OVER THIS AFTER ROUND ONE LITERALLY ONE HOUR AGO

“Go sit on the bed,” Azzi said softly.

im scared... why am I scared

You remember what you found on my phone in the library?”

no I don't actually

“I never got to wear it for you when it got here.”

I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

“Do you want to see?”

yes.

“Fuck, baby,” she murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

I just said the same exact thing

“Like what you see?”

yes.

“You’re... perfect,”

princess for a reason

Her eyes traced the lines of Azzi’s toned abs, the curve of her waist, the strength in her long legs, and the soft pink lace that framed her so perfectly.

author- I- like wha- I can't- guys- I don't even- oh my god.

“Azzi, come here.”

sprinting

“Do you know how lucky I am? How lucky I feel every time I look at you?”

has anyone ever like fully say down and realized that pazzi is possibly the most attractive couple to ever live. like both of them are so insanely lucky.

Azzi followed Paige’s guidance, letting herself be drawn into her lap until her legs straddled Paige’s waist

is p ever gonna get something in return... like don't get me wrong top p over bottom p anyway but I wanna see a little bit of top az bottom p (edit: I got my wish and im so happy rn)

im choosing not to live react to this smut scene because I just can't you guys ill tweak out

“I can feel you all over my stomach pretty girl.”

this needs its own live react tho cuz. I don't think I can breathe.

author, I don't think there are even words for me to express my love for you and this chap

this was seriously incredible, my eyes feel blessed to have read this

I can never get enough of ur writing

-🍉

lmaoo you reacting to that SINGULAR line at the end is sending me for some reason 😭

i knew you wanted top azzi i made everybody wishes come true with this chapter 🙂‍↕️

what do i need to do to make your days great 🍉 i can’t keep allowing these eh days

[fobredactedove]

i wanna contribute to the girltrick convo rn but unfortunately for you guys im a gorefreak so

girltrick who's had enough of girlpete ignoring her in favour of guys. one time when they're hanging out girlpete has her back to her (texting some shitty boyfriend probably) when she feels a chloroform soaked rag being pressed to her mouth. she tries to scream but she gets too woozy and knocks out.

next thing she is aware of is being in a dark basement and girltrick riding her face. she can't pull her off because her hands are tied behind her back, so she's left to just struggle under girltrick's pussy. meanwhile girltrick is just moaning and whining like 'yeah thats what you fucking gettt for ignoring me, bet you've never let anyone do thisss'

when she's done with pete she just gets up and locks the basement door. for a few days (weeks, months? pete doesn't know, she can't see anything) it's just this, trick using her mouth or rutting against her pussy, but soon she delves into her worse fantasies. she asks pete if she loves her, petes like 'what the fuck? no! you're a rapist!' tricks face darkens.

'im gonna make you love me, pete.'

and she produces a knife from behind her. she drags the flat side along pete's chest, across her breasts and down to her belly button. she starts to press the knife in, pete almost chokes on her own spit out of pain- she starts to babble, 'ilove you i love you i love you please im sorry please please don't kill me i love you' but its too late for her. trick slowly, gently, carves a big heart across her torso, and licks up the blood while grinding her cunt against petes leg.

pete doesn't die, it was pretty shallow cuts, but she's definitely not having a good time, especially because this is only the first of the incisions girltrick is planning to make. they'll be together forever <3

-doll guts anon (gettin silly w it)

<3

[dark-in-the-rooms]

sorry for not posting guys, new letsplay will be on sunday, maybe will update tiktok tomorrow idk like some freaky shit is happening rn 💀💀

like... im trying to do a fortnight video but my parents are fighting so FUCKING LOUD DOWNSTAIRS i just can't record myself. okay, you do you, old men, sure do whatever the fuck you want ur life ur rules

BUT WHY THEY ARE FIGHTING GUESS WHY I COULD NEVER 🙄

like... my papa said to my dad that he loves his DAMN GUN MORE THAT HIM 💀💀 and now they are shouting smth about A DIVORCE 💀💀💀 like GIRL WHAAAT

idk MAYBE if their get a divorce i could NOT GO TO FUCKING MEDICAL SCHOOL??? just hear me out guys that bio teacher is wiiild why tf i should know mytosis or plants WHY DO I NEED TO KNOWWWW HOW SNAIL LIVES I'M NOT A FURRYYYY. and our chem is an old bitch she just doesn't like me at all after i put some metal thing in a sink and 7th grader went to the bathroom to fucking vape and FOR SOME REASON he just turned water on and ther were flaaames and he shat his pants and now entire school is smelling like piss and that bathroom is locked now. idk she just trying to ruin my GPA i think

like after THAT my dad told me i should be a normal member of society go get a degree and go work and pay taxes LIKE...

FATHER, YOU VIOLATED GENEVA CONVENTION ONE THOUSAND TIMES 💀💀💀 WHAT TAXES😭😭

and then my OTHER dad took MY vape and i'm not allowed in the operating room in the basement before i receive like at least C+ grades💀 thats NOT FAIR i can be a youtuber or a model for adidas or whatever

and THEY TOLD ME IF I WON'T PASS THE GRADE ILL GO TO AUNTIE'S HOUSE FOR A SUMMER her husband just craaaazy and not in a good way 💀💀 why summer??? i can do nails or smth. no one uses sterilizer in this house anyways. i hope they destroy the kitchen or the living room and forget abt that

anyways guys subscribe to my yt channel i do letsplays and post sometimes memes like L memes, best ones. and tiktok link is in my bio byeeeee

[m1d-45]

HI TEDDY WELCOME BACK I HOPE I CAN STILL BRING MEANUNGFUL THINGS INTO THIS CONVERSATION WITH MY LIMITED KNOWLEDGE ON MADELA/OTHER HORROR ANALOUGE

BUT TEDDY, WONDERFUL TEDDY ANON DO YOU ENJOY THE LAST OF US?

OKOK SO READING TEDDYS ASK MADE ME THINK OF A FINAL BATTLE AND JUST DO YOU GUYS KNOW THE ENDING OF PERSONA 5!?

ok so if you don't I hope you don't mind me spoiling it rn, in persona 5 you play as Akira (jokes guy with black hair and black coat) who in this universe is a trickster someone who can harness different powers of personas (personas are the power of your heart or a different manifestation of your soul) as a trickster you can learn to wear the masks of these personas/use them (btw this is a very brief explaination and I might even be wrong bc I haven't retouches the games ina while)

In the end of the game, the final boss you have to fight is the fake god who you've been close to this entire time but has been lying and tricking you. this final boss takes over the world essentially and the end of this fight is the result of the public's belief in you and your friend. if they believe you and think of you as a source of good, you harness their hopes and dreams and use that as your final mask as you defeat the false god (https://youtu.be/4YeklrJJbOA) okay so build up is from 38:50 to 46:00, but if you just wanna go to what I'm talking about it's 46:50 to 51:00

I love persona 5 with my whole heart so thank you for giving me the opportunity to ramble about it so even if you don't watch it it's good dw

NOW I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT SONGS THAT RESONATE WITH THIS WONDERFUL AU WE'VE BUILT

4:00 AM by taeko onuki

just the chorus in the background, imagine this song planning as the archons lay locked down and helpless, unable to do anything but pray for a blessing that will never come

and it's something so mistakable, it's something that you can't blame for ignorance, after all how are they supposed to know that the reason for their downfall is their type of prayer? how are they supposed to know that theyve been letting the coldness and wrongness into their heart by their prayers for wisdom? for hope? for a blessing?

I think I get what you mean by kaeya being more susceptible than Diluc, Diluc prays for things for himself, for other people. for material things. kaeya kneels into the night and prays for things in himself, or within himself, for guidance in what to chose, the family that loved him or the nation that abandoned him?

this gives me ideas for albedo and Xiao now, especially since I've seen what you've written about them, but I'm not sure if albedos belief in you would make him vulnerable or not

anyways onto this rq

“o holy creator, maker of light and extinguisher of darkness, the foundation of the earth… please, deliver us from this evil.”

"OH in vol. 4 a ‘shepherd’ is mentioned, somebody who acts against the alternates, so like… that could be reader. "

^ OH MY FUCKING GOD HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THIS BEFORE "DELIVER US" FROM PRINCE OF EGYPT

midas, teddy anon could I please bring you both to a romantic candle light dinner and hold hands /pos

^^Deliver us, Send a shepherd to shepherd us, And deliver us to the Promised Land, Deliver us to the Promised Land'

'deliver us, hear our call, deliver us. Lord of all, remember us here in this burning sand. there's a land you promised us, deliver us to the promised land'

the teyvat they know is gone. their beautiful home is no more, your teyvat is dead, your creation is rotting the creator they knew would never have let it come to this but that was before you decended before they felt your heavy and cold presence. before the chains they had grown so used to locked onto their hands and feet and before they realized they where tricked

but their still might be hope...you. the real you might still be out there...please, oh great grace, the true One please deliver us to your promise land once more...

- 🍄 (HOLY SHIT I JUST REALIZED HOW LONG THIS IS IM SORRY YOU HAVE TO READ MY RANTING, teddy I'm so glad you've joined us, plz give me recs on more Mandela catalogue/analogue horror so I can keep up with you and midas thank you, I love and appreciate the energy we've built in the studio today, this is great <3)

welcome back and of COURSE you bring things to the table

straight up have no damn clue about persona five and it’s 11 at night where i am so i’m not gonna watch the vid rn and just work off what you told me

#1 mc working off the faith of the people? the entire thing you summarized about using the hopes of the people as your blade? fucking ELITE and translates so well

also i didn’t mean it like “diluc prays for material things” but more like “diluc prays for concrete things.” i know i was unclear and don’t blame you at all but like:

when faced with the same situation, the way the brothers pray is fundamentally different. diluc prays for the end goal, kaeya prays for the journey to take him there. if that. makes sense. essentially diluc is confident that hell receive the desired goal directly whereas kaeya thinks he still needs to work for it, and is asking for the journey that he can take. in. a way. idk it’s the closest i can put it into words- a lot of my feelings about this are… yk… feelings… so i can’t really english it out, but i hope this cleared it up a bit.

also i have no clue what you’re referring to abt albedo n xiao BUT i do have a lot of feelings about them both so please feel free to talk abt it

re: recs on horror: monument mythos, local 48(i think?? i forget the name), uhhh teddy says gemini home entertainment (i think idk names are hard) and i say the walten files. also the backrooms if you have time. or hiimmarymary but that’s a lot of really heavy topics really quickly so be careful.

“before the chains they had grown so used to locked onto their hands and feet and before they realized they were tricked” YES YES YOU GET IT YOU GRT IT MUSHROOM

post-takeover where the new revelation is not one of a false god, but of the true one. where they all realize their fault and pray to the real god, the true creator, where they learn of their chains and the wool is lifted from their eyes- YES YOU GET IT

you, me, and teddy are all in a polycule going to dinner, holding hands and talking about analog horror. the waiter is concerned we speak about murder so nonchalantly. the table next to us is wondering why three people are holding hands. all of it is /p and we decide who pays over like. rock paper scissors or something.

[midknitefox]

fallout 4 positng again I'm borwd

I'm halfway through a thing of frosting don't. don't come at me bros.

HANCOCK APPRECIATION MOMENT. I have an obsession. stepped on a mine and he went "are you okay? see any more?"

my HEART.

who couldn't love this man your first interaction is him stabbing the fuck outta a guy who tried to scam you. it's beautiful, really. get yoself a man willing to stab someone for u when you haven't even met yet.

slash jay dont

don't stab people pls this is fiction

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I think nick is better in a fight. oh god

this guy has a mini gun NOPENOPENOPENOPEOPENOEPEMOPNO

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i died

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I killed someone and he said "you handled yourself pretty well, sister"

explodes

HANCOCK STOP NOOOO

HE'S RUNNING INTO THE ROOM WITH THE MINIGUN GUY

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He fucking stabbed her to death what the actual fuck how did he not die (legendary gunner???? wtf????)

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I stole the minigun

perfect for me (Hancock keeps giving me drugs, and he likes when I get hooked on em. I refuse to buy more drugs so until he gives me more drugs I have no drugs. sorry it's not my fault jet is so useful </3)

Hancock I'm glad you're proud of yourself for getting me addicted to everything under the fucking sun. ily <3

oh I'm overweight now. minigun too heavy </3

throws it at Hancock

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does fallout 4 do the same thing as skyrim where if your companions inventory is full you can make them pick stuff up and it'll still work

I dont actually know

Hancock though is now carrying two miniguns (Ashmaker and Junkie's) and a fat man. and I think he has 2 rocket launchers for some reason? not sure.

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I'm so glad I have NO AMMO.

I'm out of 10mm, .44, and the only weapon I can use rn is basically my deathclaw hand

which isn't bad but it's up close and personal . in a gun fight.

I have a shit ton of .38 and .45 (755 and 489 respectively) but no guns for those :/

and now that I think about it I'm out of ammo for both my flamer and cryo thing so idk why I'm carrying them wtf

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maybe I'm overweight from the

yknow

50 fucking mirelurk eggs

why

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unrelated but I watched the show the other day. so good.

genuinely it felt more like the game than anything else I've watched

like . tlou was good. but it didn't feel like the game. fo felt like the game. there were moments that were just. perfect.

random radaways around, the time slowing down slightly in battle feeling like vats, so good

ok rant over (I would love to rant about it more if anyone wants to chat I'm lacking people to talk about it with other than my mother and that's kinda sad)

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I had to step back from a fight due to low hp and Hancock walked up next to me and destroyed them with the minigun I gave him

so real ❤️

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AH GRENADE

I sploded. rip

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STUCK ON DEBRIS 💔💔 WORST DAY EVER

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I picked up a coffee cup and got too much weight

no I refuse to drop the deathclaw hands and hide I lug around

I feel like this is fo4's version of the dragon scales and bones from skyrim </3

..maybe a little lot less heavy . but come on where else do I put em

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AYO HANCOCK

"I didn't say we were finished" in the middle of battle

mMMMmmMMM?????????

I'm so gay

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advanced lock vs a skyrim veteran with 90+ lockpicks, who will win

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yum

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FUCK YOU TOO

sobs violently

I can't believe I'm being forced to drop junk on the ground I'm so sad

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ok but

why

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I have so much jet...... Hancock I love you

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consequences of my actions (i had to drop more junk)

....... I blame the castle.

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HOLY SHIT I JUST GOT DRUGGED WATER

FUCK YEAH

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God I can't handle the dlcs being glitched.

PURPLE GUY!?!??!!?

sobbing. fr

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I'm about 2/3 of the way through this frosting send help

I need to put it away

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I was fixing my blanket and I didn't pause the game but hancock started doing knife tricks

im.

losing it.

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IM SORRY?

i

hate this dlc (not really)

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fuck mirelurks

I have mirelurk trauma (the castle quest)

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dies

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"not a lot of folks would travel with a ghoul, not even one with my charisma" i would any day yes pls ily

"just say the word if you wanna take a little Chem break" I WOULD LOVE TO.

I went to talk to him and i hit "talk" and he went "for you, any time" or something and I'm losing my shit

"seems to me like you're my kinda trouble" when I hit relationship 🥰

random but I love his voice it's just

idk something about it is really nice to me even though it falls into the category of voice types that I usually don't really like

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this has become me obsessing over Hancock holy fuck

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you've gotta be fucking kidding me

SHE CANT FIT AJAHWISHSH

halfway through her hp bar took about 200 bullets

ALL I GOTTA WORRY ABOUT IS THE LITTLE BABIES SHE SHITS OUT AHAHAHA

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........I don't have enough ammo for this like genuinely

[vantasei]

Cause no one asked and I like to hear you talk about him gray fox, or more specifically frank jaeger😀

tumblrs eaten this 3 times. can we get this through. you get BOTH my good friend <3

GRAY FOX

Favorite thing about them

i LOVE masochists sorry. obsessed w a guy who needs pain to live.

Least favorite thing about them

:strangle: bbg ur survival instinct. please. im begging.

Favorite line

"No, you've got it wrong. I hate war. Just like all the kids here. But... I need it. War is all we know. We can't make it in the normal world. We need the battlefield to survive."

:scream: :strangle: :despair: YOU KNOW?????

followed closely by "You look terrible, Snake. You haven't aged well." which i think about regularly bc it's so fucking funny can you be nice you're going to die in 5 minutes.

brOTP

>implying he's capable of being normal abt social relationships.

OTP

SNOXACON HAS BEEN COMPLETE WE GOT THE TRIFECTA BABY!!! snox my everything genuinely and unironically.

nOTP

gripping everyone. don't be weird. locking big boss behind a wall cask of amontillado style.

Random headcanon

I HAVE A MILLION OF THESE but most importantly rn. guy who will just watch bugs eat each other while pointedly avoiding his actual duties.

Unpopular opinion

i believe in plural fox supremacy.

Song I associate with them

Cherophobia by jacksonifyer again from my grox playlist heart emoji.

Favorite picture of them

pained smile. wait i can make this funnier.

from my icon comm ppt

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FRANK JAEGER

Favorite thing about them

we love a guys normalsona. he tries so hard and gets kind of nowhere at all i'm obsessed. the wifeguy ever.

Least favorite thing about them

at some point you just have got to feel bad for him. yknow? failguy supreme.

Favorite line

"Because I'm the one who killed her parents. I was young then and couldn't bring myself to kill her too. I felt so bad that I decided to take her with me. I raised her like she was my own blood to soothe my guilty conscience. Even now she thinks of me as her brother..."

sobs. sobbing. he doesn't have a lot of lines in game but ohhh my god he makes me crazy.

brOTP

>IMPLYING HE'S GOT LIKE. NORMAL FRIENDS.

OTP

FRANKSTAVA SWEEP !!!!!!!!!! THAT'S HIS WIFE!!!! THAT'S HIS WIFE!!!!!!!!

nOTP

slowly separating him from snavid.

Random headcanon

sports guy real. you know how snake actually is able to recognize gustava in mg2? you just know he's getting live news for all sorts of sports. ofc figure skating is at the top of that but. sports guy.

Unpopular opinion

i believe in plural fox supremacy... 2!!!!

Song I associate with them

Scheherazade by Rimsky-Korsakov (as performed by the Berlin Philharmonic conducted by Karajan). and also My dead love is forever buried in the sewer by Chisanahana also from my grox playlist.

Favorite picture of them

from that same ppt. lol. lmao even.

[onlyjaeyun]

COLD HEARTS J U S T STARTED AND LMFAOAOAOHDAKDJ DAWG WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THESE GCS 😭😭😭😭 easily one of the most unhinged gcs i’ve ever seen ngl 🤞 first of i cant believe that we’re about to start another smau again god bless you zadie and your unreal brain cells 💯 now the fact that u made the maknae line 4liferz makes me emotional like a lil bitch cuz they have a soft spot in my heart like they’re literally alvin and the chipmunks i LOVE THEM 💔💔💔💔 they’re so cute and unhinged ngl me and riki would actually be besties we would be like this 🤞 forever together forever. LOCKED IN 🔒‼️ second why is everyone coming for my manz jaems 🤨🤨 especially hoon like calm down elsa that’s na jaemin you’re talking about ntm on my boy ❕i love nana i don’t know how im gonna handle him being an asshole 💔 (ik it’s for the plot and it makes everything spicier so im SEATED 🪑) anywho heeseung you WHORE why is this man like this oh lord. idk if you’ve seen that one video of him during their concert where he’s literally signalling girls in the crowd to call him like 🤨🤚 CALM DOWN HELLO???? but that’s literally cold hearts heeseung rn. chill 😨 ANYWHO im so intrigued, perplexed and curious (not sponsored by shinee) about WHY sunghoon & yn had a fight 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 AND IT MADE THEM LIKE COMPLETELY FALL APART?? like what was it about yall about to have me galloping like taemin 🤔🤔🤔🧐🧐🧐🧐 call me detective conan the way im about to investigate shit like it’s a life or death situation 🕵️‍♀️ (i’m not gonna reach shit.) also STAR PLAYER RIKI LETS FUCKING GOOOO ⭐️ younger brother niki whos literally ready to drop out of the entire team for his sister god i love your mind 🙏🏼 he’s gonna be the star of this smau too i can already tell 😁 anywho moving onto the rats that escaped the sewage what was that girl’s name again??? jakyung?? i gen cant remember is she gonna be our sumin of cold hearts ☹️ man im all about women supporting women and feminism ✊ but girl if this mf turns out to be another pick me sumin & shiah’s love child shit i might actually have to get violent 👊 square up hoe i already dONT LIKE HER AT ALL 🤼 anywho yn pls take the job so ur enemies to lovers arc with hoon can start thank you 🙏🏼

i hope you’re taking care of yourself zadie :D love u sending u so many hugs & kisses ! <3

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I GENUINELY THOUGHT I HAD REPLIED TO THIS ALREADY IM SO SORRY BABY 😭😭😭

but firstly thank you SO much for always making my day with your sweet, funny ass messages they're lit my highlight 😭🤍

honwstly knowing you, you'll probably figure out a few bits rather faster bc your brain is like super quick to catch up 👀 can't wait to read your assumptions and ideas !!!!!

and yesss, i haven't included riki in any of my previous smaus so this time he's gonna be the glue of the group!!! and ofc i gave him and yn a super sad backstory to make it even more emotional and i cant wait for you guys to read that!🤍

thank you sm for this baby you made me giggle and ugly chuckle and kick my feet and blush all in the same breath and i love and appreciate you so, so much 🥺🫧☁️

[dckweed]

Clingy drunk Billy at a party with big gf hahaa I feel like he would be so clingy idk why

ok hidey hoe babes this is gonna be so short and im so so so so sorry lmao, i promise you guys, i have some long ones coming out very very very soon

anywhore, here's something short and cute, mwah!

p.s. you guys send in some steve requests bc im on such a steve kick rn !!

warnings: drinking, plus sized reader, billy being totally adorable ig? groping.

"isn't she lovely?" billy hargrove x plus sized reader

Music played so loudly that it reverberated through the floor, the heavy bass vibrating through your feet. You were probably one of the few people still completely sober, and you were searching for your extremely drunk boyfriend, whom you had left on the couch so you could use the restroom.

You look around the large, overly crowded room almost frantically, hoping to god he hadn't wandered off to the car, you hadn't thought to grab the car keys out of his jacket beforehand, a dumb move on your part. "Thank god," You breathe, pushing through the thick crowd of sweaty bodies as you catch sight of him. You see him wave over the heads of people, your thick, curvy frame wasn't hard to miss.

You cut a quick path through the drunk teenagers, thankfully avoiding a drink nearly being spilled on your pretty white dress, one of your favorites that actually managed to hide your pudgey stomach in just the right kind of way and still make you feel like the hottest girl in the room, and when it came to Billy, you knew that you were.

You furrow your eyebrows as you get closer, he's standing next to Steve, and if almost looks like he's about to start something when he catches you again in his sight. You see his features visibly soften, and a dumb, goofy little smile crawl across his lips that turned into a huge, cheesey grin.

"Look at her..isn't she lovely, stevie boy?" He asks, his drunk voice slurring the sentence out as he loses his balance slightly, his hand going to the back of Steve's head so he could angle it towards you.

Steve grunts, his arm going around Billy to help keep him standing as he locked sight on you as well. She really is lovely, he had thought. He was stupid to have let Billy steal you away from him so easily, though in the long run, he was stupid for not making a move on you period. Billy had been the only one out of the two of them who had the balls enough to do it. "Yeah, Billy, she is.." He sighs, biting his tongue. He couldn't be mad at him for making his move, you were absolutely stunning, the way your body was shaped, every curve and dip, every last dimple and ridge that he knew perfectly well littered your skin. You had a ton of guys after you, and though you and Steve had had some fun at one point, you only had eyes for one.

"That third keg stand went straight to your head, huh, Billy?" You ask, finally making it to them. You look up at Steve, a kind smile on your ever so beautifully full face. "Thanks, Steve, i can take him from here.."

"Y/N, my love..god i can't wait to get you home so i can get between those plush thighs of yours, spend hours down there..." Billy sighs, his smile going even wider and dopier as he talks to you. It really was his favorite place to eat. You grin and wrap your arms around his middle, hoisting him up off of Steve.

You shoot him one last smile as you slowly make your way to the door with your boyfriend drunk and giggly in your arms, your hands moving skillfully through each of his pockets in search of the keys, giggling at the jokes he makes about feeling him up in public as he places sloppy wet kisses all over every bit of you he can reach.

"Baby?" He asks, once you get him into the passenger seat of the camaro, of which you had helped him fix his broken windshield.

"Hmm?" You ask, glancing over at him. His eyes were closed, his head against the window as you turned the ignition and listened to it pur to life.

"Can I use your boobies as a pillow when we get home?" His voice is soft, almond childish. You grin as you start driving, headed to your house. You knew it was a safer bet than his. "They're so soft and fluffy..and they always smell like they pretty lotion.."

You reach over and run your fingers through his dark mop of hair, god you loved him when he was like this. "Anything you want, love.." You say, and he hums, nodding off to sleep slightly.

It was a struggle to get him inside, and true to your word after you had gotten his boots, jeans and jacket off, you let him fall face first into your bare chest, pulling you sheets over the top of you. He snored almost immediately, babbling a half incoherent "i love you.." as you played with his hair, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him locked in place, something that you knew made him feel secure.