#i’m gonna listen to her voice notes and watch her videos and look at her beautiful face until i feel better (it’s gonna be instant ofc)

[alluralater]

your new avatar AHHH i luv u <3

you are so sweet! it’s an old pic from like three or four months ago and i’ll be using it as a placeholder until i take some new hot ones. i have options currently but i have no clue which one to pick. i’d ask my cutiepie to choose but she is asleep and hopefully having the loveliest of dreams.

[wtfsteveharrington]

after midnight | carmen berzatto x reader

summary: chicago is expensive, okay? so you pick up a job outside of the restaurant which just so happens to involve your camera. everything's fine until richie stumbles upon the website and shares it with camry.

contents: perv!carmy, male & female masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk, cam sex, slight dub-con kinda if you look for it. carmy’s honestly a wreck. mentions of unprotected sex, choking, oral sex, overstimulation. please note!! no formal intercourse takes place yet but it's cuming coming but ya girl wants a slow burn

reader description: she/her pronouns, there is semi a hair scene but i use no real descriptors so still vague!

word count: basically 3.9k

author notes: first fic in a year baby and boy did i lose the plot!! filth!! also i sure love saying fuck in this so enjoy that

part two

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Richie’s voice is annoying. It echos, ricochets off the walls, and can’t be contained by even the highest quality of sound proofing. Which is why, at 8 in the morning, Carmen’s already considering having to take Excedrin as Richie bursts through the doors. 

“Carmy, Cousin, you’re never gonna fuckin’ believe what I found last night.” He’s out of breath after running in, fumbling around with his phone in a rush to pull something up. He’d spent all night contemplating if he texted Carmen or waited to show him in person. Ultimately the urge to see his reaction won but that didn’t stop Richie from waking up before his alarm out of excitement. “Listen, we’re both grown ass men so I’m gonna say it -“ he’s glancing around to make sure they’re alone, “- So I’m laying there and jerkin’ my shit, right?” 

Carmen’s wincing, pinching the bridge of his nose and contemplating every decision that brought him back to Chicago. 

“Dude, fuck off. I don’t wanna hear -“ Richie tsks, cutting him off. 

“Nah, shut the fuck up because you wanna hear this. In fact, you’re gonna wanna fall to your knees and kiss my shoes and praise my ass as a thank you for finding this.” 

He’s holding up his phone, an iPhone 8 he refuses to upgrade, and illuminated on the screen is a video of you. You, on your knees, in lingerie. You, with your fingers dragging down your chest, across the lace that covers your breasts. Your head falls back as you run your thumbs across your nipples. A sound so angelic coming from your lips that Carmen starts to understand why people spend so much time at Church. He’s convinced you’re hand carved by God, or Buddha, or whatever might be up there. 

Carmy’s instantly feeling a rush of heat across his chest and his cheeks as he takes the sight of you in. It feels wrong but at the same time the coiling in his stomach feels so good he can’t look away quite yet. “Why the…” He’s cut off by a whine coming from Richie’s speaker as you keep teasing yourself. His brain is frying for a second as he tries to focus on finishing his sentence. “How the hell did you find this?” 

“Listen, sometimes I get bored on the same ole sites, okay? Clicked an ad to see who was live and ended up here. Now I stopped watching, obviously, out of respect but this? I’ve known you long enough to know when you gotta thing for someone and you’re not gonna act on it. Also, I caught you staring at her ass as she filled the deep freeze the other night. Kinda gave it away. So this is the way you can still get some pussy while being a fuckin’ pussy.” Richie’s punching the air, clearly proud of himself.

Carmy’s smacking him upside the head, his body now torn between lust and annoyance. “Watch your mouth, alright? That is so fucked, Richie. Put that shit anyway and I better not see you tell a single other person this exists.” 

And yeah, he took note of your screen name before he walked away. Don’t judge him. 

———★–————————–

Look - There have been a lot of times in his life where Carmen hasn’t been proud of himself. But settling back into bed, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down to rest under his balls? Yeah, he’s not proud to say the least. After seeing even just the glimpse of you this morning though it’s been all he could think about. The. Whole. Fucking. Day. He watched out of the corner of his eye while you bent over the line to scrub down the wall behind your station tonight. Burning to memory the way your ass just slightly jiggled from the aggressive motion of wiping down the surface. A soft grunt coming from you as you reach for something just a little too high. He finally snapped out of it when the smell of the chemicals he sprayed down on his own surface got a little too strong and refocused. 

He wasn’t proud when he ran to the restroom and contemplated just jacking off over the toilet to get some relief. You were clouding his brain, only the rush of the evening giving him some small relief. 

You seemed vocal in the small clip he saw. He’s wondering if you would have asked him to cum for you. Would you think it’s a waste that he’s cumming down the drain instead of covering your ass with it? Filling your mouth and making you swallow every drop around him? Or, Jesus Christ, would you wrap your legs around his waist and beg him not to pull out? 

So yeah. Carmy’s had quite the fucking day to say the least. 

He’s finally home and running straight to bed. His stuff dropped in a heap by the front door and was easily forgotten. Throwing himself back onto the mattress after ripping off his shirt and his pants. Left just groaning into the empty room, his cock twitching at the thought of you. Your page has been sitting on an Incognito tab all day and it’s finally, finally being loaded up. This feels like an invasion of privacy in a way but Carmen can’t quite think logically with how heavy his balls feel and how painfully hard he is. There’s not much time to spare so he clicks the first video you’ve uploaded that he can.

And there you are. 

Sitting in the middle of a big bed and rubbing your hands along your thighs, smiling at the camera. His heart is twitching, cock is twitching, everything is fucking twitching. And you’re just sitting there, licking your lips and sliding your hands under the thin material of some weird lace one piece he wants to rip off. 

“Hi there, Pretty Boy.” Your voice is music to his ears and Carmy can’t take it any longer. His fist is wrapping around his cock, a broken moan filling the room as he finally gets some relief. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day.”

Sue him, but he’s skipping ahead a little. There’s not much time until he cums and he needs to see you. All of you. He’s gripping his phone with one hand, bringing the other that’s around his cock up to his mouth to spit in. His thumb is haphazardly trying to keep the phone balanced while scrubbing through the video until he thinks he’s at a good spot. You’re laid back now, thighs spread for the camera and pussy on display. Carmen’s muttering to himself about how gorgeous you are, longing to tell you in person. You’re holding this royal blue dildo in your hands that’s suddenly his biggest enemy. He deserves to be there, not this stupid, useless chuck of silicone. There’s a whimper from the speaker as you take the toy and slide it along yourself, tapping it twice against your clit. “Fuck, I need you.” 

Fuckin’ hell does he needs you too. 

His fist is clamped around his dick once again, fucking his hips up into the the slick, tight grip. You’re still teasing yourself by sticking just the head of the dildo in before gasping and pulling it back out. “Please, Baby. I need you so bad, need to come for you.” His brain is breaking. An animalistic urge taking over to fuck you until you can’t move, can’t think, just a blubbering mess begging him for more. Without warning you push the dildo all the way in, throwing your head back with a pleasured scream. 

Carmy gasps, hips sputtering and losing their rhythm as he watches you fuck yourself. He’s stroking himself at the same pace you’re moving the dildo, imaging it’s you he’s fucking into. Picturing you laid under him, your breasts covered in hickies because he hates the idea of these… Perverts watching you get off. He wants to mark you, claim you as his. His balls are tightening and he can’t think of the last time he came this quick. It’s almost embarrassing - What are you doing to him? 

Your free hand comes up to shove two fingers in your mouth, lewdly sucking them for the camera. The sucking noise now accompanying the wet, addictive sounds of your pussy being fucked. Carmen whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, and twists his wrist over his cock to get a little more friction. Your voice hits him once again as you slide your wet fingers out of your mouth and down your throat. “Oh fuck I’m so close. So, so close. Are you close, Baby? Want you to come with me.” You’re lightly choking yourself, a whining mess. 

Carmy’s aware he’s talking to an empty room but he can’t stop himself. “Fuck, oh fuck. Gonna come for you.” And his stomach coils, hips sputter, the phone falling to the bed as he has to let go of it as his orgasm washes over him. He’s slack jaw, warm cum landing on his chest and the sounds of you finishing at the same time ringing out from his phone. 

Oh he’s so fucked. 

————–——★–————

Carmy slept well for once in his life. His orgasm lulling his body to sleep, dreams filled of you. How beautiful you look sucking his cock. The way you must sound while he eats you out. And he takes his time in his dream. Tongue dragging between your folds as his rough hands hold your hips in place. You’re powerless, made to lay back and let him eat you out for his own pleasure. Tongue circling around your clit but he waits until you’re close to tears to stop teasing. He’d praise you. “Look how fucking wet you are, Princess. You’re already getting the bed wet, aren’t you? Gonna have to lick you for hours to get you all cleaned up. Can you say please, huh? Ask me to suck on your clit, Baby. You know you need it.” 

He woke up hard and overstimulated, rolling over onto his stomach and pathetically dragging his hips against the warm bed to get some much needed friction along his cock. Carmy’s telling himself how pathetic this is and forcing himself to push off the bed and get into the shower before he’s late. 

Yes, he jacked off in the shower before work. 

He had to. 

Carmy can’t decide if it’s heaven or hell when he walks in to see you standing in the kitchen. 

You’re on your tiptoes, balancing haphazardly as you’re reaching up to change the light. There’s a wobbly step stool under you. Everyone keeps saying it needs to be replaced but it continues to live on. Your face is scrunching up in concentration. Carmy’s chuckling at the sight and ignoring the way he feels his balls tug at the sight of you. “What’re you doing there, Chef?” 

You huff in annoyance, finally untwisting the light cover from the ceiling. “Damn light went out right as I started veggie prep. Hate to be a bother but will you come spot me while I’m up on this thing? I’ve seen Fak bust his ass one too many times to trust it.” 

Carmy can’t verbally respond at first, instead stalking over to stand next to you. His hand comes up to cup the back of your knee and he’s lying to himself saying it’s for your own safety. To keep you balanced. “Yea well something tells me you’re less clumsy than Fak. I’ve seen that guy fall over while just standing still.” 

And you laugh. 

You laugh. At him. At his joke. He, Carmen Berzatto, made you laugh. The sound filling his ears and now his damn heart and balls are both reacting to you and what the hell is he supposed to do with all these emotions. 

“Don’t distract me up here, Chef.” He doesn’t mind taking commands from you. Silently reaching up to hold the light fixture you’re passing him as you change gears to switch out the lightbulbs now. 

And maybe his eyes are wandering around the kitchen to see who else might catch a glimpse of you two together. Everyone who’s in so far is honed in on their prep task and Carmy thanks God that Richie hasn’t shown up yet today. 

He’s become quite faithful since he started falling for you it seems. 

It happens, by chance, that you feel a little unsteady and Carmen tightens his grip on the back of your leg. Fingers digging into your soft skin. He’s looking down at the stool to make sure it’s level before looking up to take in the sight that is his hand around your leg. 

And he stops looking there. 

Okay fine that’s a fucking lie - he’s looking up. Eyes trailing up your thighs, following along the curve of your ass. When you have to lean forward just slightly to twist in the light cover he’s convinced he can see the outline of your pussy through the thin material of your leggings. He’s contemplating his options - If he could, would he lean in and lick over the outline? His warm mouth teasing you through your leggings. Through your underwear. Are you wearing underwear? He’s torn between picturing you with or without them. 

Or would he slide his hand up your leg, palming your thigh as he goes. Cupping over you and dragging his middle finger across the shape of you. Memorizing the feeling. Would you whine? Grind down against his hand? He doesn’t think you’d shoo his touch away. 

God he just knows you’re a needy little thing. 

He wonders what it would feel like for you to lick your own wetness from his jaw after he’s decided he’s done savoring you. To taste you on your own tongue when he kissed you after. You’d look so pretty with his cum dripping down your lips too. All fucked out and exhausted and full of bliss. 

“Okay, I think I got it fixed, Carmy.” God, he’s so fucked for thinking of you like this as you’re innocently changing the light. Just trying to improve the kitchen and he’s thinking about ruining you. He was so caught up in daydreaming that he didn’t even feel you take the light cover back out of his hand and screw it into place again. 

You’re beaming down at him, using his shoulders as arm rests as you bounce down from the stepping stool. His hand grazes your ass - A total accident. He swears it. You reach behind him to sit the screwdriver down, your chest firmly against his. Nothing thinking anything of the personal space violation as you’re used to it from so many slammed nights in the kitchen. 

“Thank you for helping me. Sorry it was basically just five minutes of my ass in your face.” Carmy chokes. 

His cheeks are hot. 

Fuck is he blushing? 

He’s sputtering out of his words. “It uh, it wasn’t in my face. Not that I looked, y’know. Just uh… Just - just trying to say that I’m happy to help.” He sounds like an idiot

You’re cocking an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “Holy shit, Carmy.” You pat your hands against his chest, not knowing your touch was like fire on his skin. He grabs the screwdriver and makes a beeline to the office to put it away for you. 

Sure he grabbed a rag on the way. No it’s not for him to jack off into while he thinks of you. 

Okay fine, it is. 

“Fuck me.” The only thing Carmy can risk trying to say as the door shuts heavy behind him and his pants hit the ground. 

———————–★–———

Carmen doesn’t avoid you now but he certainly makes it hard to get close to you. He’s too distracted when you’re around. Maybe there’s a bit of guilt mixed in too at his new night routine. Leave the restaurant, load your page, and wait to see what happens. New videos? New pictures? You were wormed into the back of his brain and it had to stop. 

So your station got moved further down rotation. You’re at the end of the line on the left, he’s at the start on the right. It helps clear his mind, lets him hone in on perfecting what goes to the floor. 

He’s able to move quickly, shifts blowing by as the restaurant’s rush takes all his attention. The clock clicks down two minutes till close, everyone working in silence to get the place flipped and go home. He’s wrapping up with Syd, helping her make a few adjustments to expo before grabbing a dead plate off of the end of the line and heading to the office with his food and a cup of water in hand. He needs a mental minute, a bite of food, and to let his thoughts all catch up. 

The door’s already cracked and he’s halfway through the entry way when he registers you. Sitting there. At his desk. Your legs are crossed, a cool damp towel resting over your eyes. He wants to turn on his heel and retreat but decides that he can’t treat you any differently just because he’s developed some silly little crush. Running away would be treating you different. 

“You good, Chef?” 

To which you groan. Different from the ones he’s used to - This one is guttural, pained. You press your hands flat against the rag and will the cool temperature to help the pressure in your head. “Killer migraine, that’s all. Shit was moving so fast tonight and I wacked the back of my head on something in the walk in. Sorry for being in here, Carm. Just uh, needed a second.” You should push up out of the chair, show your respect. But right now you’re half convinced that standing up would be detrimental so for now you’re cemented to the seat. 

“Heard.” Carmen nods to himself, sitting down the plate before opening up the desk drawer as quietly as possible. Your knee is pressing into the side of his thigh, grounding and warm. He fishes out a bottle of medicine, shaking out two pills. “Hold out your hand.” 

You take a second to brace yourself for movement, sitting up and moving the towel off your eyes. Letting it pile up into a clump on the desk besides you. There’s no way around it - You look pitiful. Pouting up at Carmen as he hands over two pills and his cup out water. You take the pills diligently, taking a few gulps and letting your eyes fall back closed as you will them to kick in instantly. “Can I ask a favor?” 

“Anything, Chef.” 

Slowly, so not to shake yourself up, you turn the chair until your back is to Carmen. “Will you see if I gotta bump back there? Kinda terrified I gave myself a concussion but I don’t wanna believe it was that hard.” 

He snickering, a grin pulling up the corners of his mouth as he steps closer. “Well you’d absolutely fuck me if you needed to file workmen’s comp so I’m gonna need you to be fine, ‘kay? Way too much fuckin’ paperwork to do on a Friday night.” You start to laugh but it’s quickly cut off into a small groan of appreciation as you feel warm, rough hands clasp either side of your shoulders. 

Carmen works his way up your neck and catches himself holding his breath as his fingers brush along your scalp. He’s taking his time, savoring the moment, all under the pretense of taking care of his employee. That’s all. “Think we’re both in the clear. You feeling alright besides the headache? Need me to hold up some fingers for ya to guess? Haven’t managed to cut any off so we’ve got all ten to work with.” He’s got you laughing again while rough fingers work their way back down to your neck. The feeling of the vibration of your laughter against his hands sending chills down his back. 

Wordlessly Carmen gets to work rubbing your shoulders. Tender, deep. Years of practice rolling out dough and desserts and tenderizing meat coming into play as he continues to knead away at your tense body. You let out an appreciative moan and Carmen has to start thinking of something to keep his inevitable hard on from being obvious. 

When his hands come up closer to your neck once again he’s hit with flashbacks of the first video he watched. You choking yourself — Is that something you truly liked? If his hand came around to cup your throat, palm resting on one side with his fingertips firmly against the other, and lightly squeezed would you moan? Rub your thighs together in search of some hint of relief? 

“Are you always this good with your hands, Chef? Hmm? Can’t imagine you giving Marcus this treatment.” You’re laughing and can practically hear the smirk in Carmen’s voice as he responds. “Yeah - You uh, didn’t know that? I just love you know, rubbing shoulders. It’s my thing. Kick your ass all night and then rub the stress out.” 

He’s blanching a little at his reply. Kinda obvious but okay then, Carmen. You reach up, putting your hands atop his with a little smile. “Well thank you for… Rubbing my stress out, Chef.” 

Carmen’s red. Head to toe just bright red. “Of course, Chef. Anytime.” He’s entertaining to say the least as you pat his hands before spinning around in his chair. You snag another drink of water, throwing him a wink before moving to exit the office. Your hand runs along his chest, an appreciative gesture, as you head back to the floor. 

——————————★–

Late Saturday night Carmen’s so exhausted that he barely has the energy to take his work clothes off. Falling haphazardly onto his old couch, kicking his work boots off one at a time. His eyes are heavy, body aching, and he almost falls asleep before he gets to see you. 

But he’s fishing his phone from his pocket, refreshing the all too familiar landing page to see you’re actively live. How you have the energy is beyond him. 

You’re standing there trying on clothes that someone must send in and Carmy feels a pang of jealousy. He’s watching through half hooded eyes as you slip in a pair of shorts, turning your behind towards the camera and pulling them up just slightly to put more of your ass on display. You’re chatting away about the material while slowly pulling them down to reveal just this frilly little pair of panties that was sent in as well. 

He’s propping the phone up on the armrest of the couch, laying on his side while he watches you chat away. It’s soothing. Almost like an ASMR video. 

Carmen’s not sure when he fell asleep - Somewhere in-between you trying on a third outfit and attempting to clean up your bed from all the packaging. He finds you soothing, comforting. He makes a mental note to hunt out some sort of wish list you must have for these items before passing out and, once again, dreaming of you.

[trippinsorrows]

without you + two

authors note: there's a couple moving parts at play here. some foreshadowing in this one as well. as things get more intense, i'll add appropriate cw/tw's.

do not read this story if you haven’t read ’with me’. it won’t work as a standalone.

warnings: none

song inspo: be without you by mary j. blige

one

words: 6k

Since having a conversation with Callie and reassuring her that nothing and no one could separate her from Y/N and Joe, she’s calmed down a bit with the possessiveness. She’s still very much interested in making him her personal playmate, which he doesn’t necessarily oppose, but she’s also just as interested in playing and spending time with Y/N as well.

It’s balanced out. 

Joe is even able to take Y/N out for date night that includes a hotel room and night spent with just each other while Callie stays the night at Kaylah’s house with Ellie. 

For all intents and purposes, it’s a bit of smooth sailing.

But now, it’s time for meetings.

Because while Joe is on indefinite leave from television and the ring, he still very much has a huge chunk of say in the creative direction of the Bloodline. Thus, scheduled meetings to discuss how that all plays out during his absence are occasional.

Joe is in the middle of listening to Paul and Hunter propose some ideas regarding Joseph, Solo, and his promotion with Joe being off air. He’s about to comment on something when there’s a small knock on the door. 

It’s followed up with the door opening, revealing Callie, her tablet and headphones in hand. Joe hits mute on the mic and computer and turns to her. “What’s up, baby girl?”

Instead of verbally responding, Callie walks over and climbs onto his lap. She hands him the tablet and headphones. “I wanna watch Moana.”

Joe chuckles. “I thought you were taking a nap with mommy.” A planned, scheduled thing because Y/N wanted to give Joe some privacy. Wanted to let him be able to focus and zone in on work without his little twin shadowing him.  

Not that that matters at this moment. There’s no way he’s turning his daughter away.

“I’m not tired.” She replies in the voice of a child who probably is in fact tired but too stubborn to actually sleep.

Joe takes the tablet, putting the passcode in and unlocking it as he gets to work on syncing her headphones.

Callie, meanwhile, looks around and realizes the computer is on, a video conference between the men at play. Curious, she asks in that sing-song voice. “What are you doing?”

Joe matches her tone, answering. “In a meeting.”

Head tilted, Callie follows up with a question he knows is really for something else. “How long is the meeting gonna be?” I.e. how much longer till he can play and spend time with her. 

It brings a smile to his face as she looks over at the screen, waving when she sees Joseph. He quickly hits unmute on both the mic and computer. 

“Hi, cousin Joseph!”

Joseph smiles, “what’s up, Callie?” He then asks. “What you been doing?”

“Playing with daddy!” She answers, leaning over closer to the computer than probably what’s necessary. “How come you and daddy have the same name?”

Joseph laughs, shrugging. “I guess our family really likes the name Joseph.”

Callie suddenly takes a bit of an attitude, correcting almost even though she’s literally the one who said they were the same names. “My daddy’s name is Joe.” 

Joe chuckles. She’s every bit of her mom sometimes. He beckons her to turn around to face him, placing her headphones over her ears. “She’s supposed to be taking a nap with her mama.”

Headphones on but nothing playing yet, Callie turns back to the screen and only then notices Paul and Hunter. She waves enthusiastically. “Hi, Mr. Hunter. Hi, Mr. Paul!”

They laugh and greet her, Hunter asking, “you don’t want to go take a nice nap? I sure wish I could take one.”

She pouts and shakes her head. “Naps are boring.”

“Spoken like a child,” Paul comments, asking Callie, “I bet you could stay up for a very long time, couldn’t you, Callie?”

She nods again, sharing, “one time, I stayed up till midnight.”

The men on the screen do a wonderful job of feigning surprise at her ludicrous admission. Meanwhile, Joe is trying to figure out just when in the hell this child stayed up so late.

But, that’s a conversation for another day.

He opens up Disney Plus, navigating to the Moana splash screen and reaching it to her. He’s not sure if she wants to resume or restart, so he leaves it up to her.

A small part of him thought she’d be on her merry way with her tablet and headphones all synched and ready to go, but he also knew better. Knows his daughter. Cause Callie only proceeds to sit further back against his chest, tablet in hand as her attention is now devoted to the screen in front of her.

He shakes his head, apologizing. “I guess she’s sticking around.” He adds, “her headphones are on, so she can’t hear anything.” His suggestion to buy her the noise canceling ones truly turned out to be the best decision. “Where were we?”

Hunter waves him off. “No worries. We’re all dad’s here.” It’s evident too in the way they interact with Callie and are completely unbothered by her presence, even if unexpected. “I was just running down your potential return timeline.”

Joe quickly checks, looking down to see if Callie is somehow snooping, but she’s completely in the Disney zone. Good. She doesn’t need to overhear any of this. “Alright.”

Hunter jumps right into explaining, “Here’s what we’re thinking. A possible return for Bad Blood which will set the stage for Bloodline Civil War 2 in November. Then from there, start preparation for WrestleMania.”

Joe nods, taking in the timeline, Hunter asking, “whatcha thinking?” A lot. He’s thinking a lot. “You know this is all still up in the air. Just wanna get an idea of when you plan to come back just so we’re ready and doing what we need to do to make that what it needs to be for you.”

And he knows that. Appreciates it. Truth be told, he hasn’t thought a lot about that. His return.  Largely due to the little girl in his lap, the woman upstairs sleeping in his bed as well as the children growing in her stomach.

His family. His family has been his priority. They always will be.

But, he understands that there’s still space to think about his career as well.

“Bad Blood is in October, right?” Y/N is due in September. That’s a month, if that, to be home with the babies. They’ll still be newborns.

“Would he be required to attend all SmackDown tapings following that return?” Paul asks a very valid question, once again proving why he’s such a valuable team member for Joe to have at this point in his career.

Hunter shakes his head. “No. No, of course not. The modified schedule will stay as Joe requested. The SmackDown show immediately following Bad Blood, he’ll need to be at, but we can mess around with specific shows he’s gonna be needed for when we get there.”

Joe nods, appreciative of Hunter willing to accommodate this new part time schedule. There’s no way in hell he could return back to being on the road full time. He couldn’t do that to his family.

Couldn’t do that to Y/N.

“Let me talk to Y/N.” It should be the answer everyone saw coming. “See what she thinks.”

Callie suddenly giggles and shifts on his lap, Joe glancing at the tablet to see it’s a scene with that brainless chicken from the movie. He gestures to her. “And especially this one.”

Hunter laughs a little. “Of course. Take your time. There’s no rush. Joseph’s got this.”

Joe turns his attention to his younger cousin. “You’re doing great already, man.” 

Joseph appears deeply appreciative of the kind words. “Thanks, Uce. That means a lot.” 

Hunter checks the time on his watch. “Well, I’ve got another meeting in a couple of minutes, so Joe just reach out when you have an answer or just to let me know where your head is. Or you can have Paul contact me too.”

“Will do. Thanks again for understanding.”

Hunter lifts his hands. “Hey. You know if anyone gets how important family is, it’s me.” He then suggests, “but a little father to father advice that I’m sure Joseph and Paul would agree with me on….make her take the nap.”

Paul nods almost as enthusiastically as Callie when she was waving. “Absolutely.”

Joseph chimes, shaking his head. “Man, if you don’t, you gon regret it later.”

Joe chuckles, taking it into consideration even though he’s pretty certain it won’t happen. Callie is too hype. Plus, what’s one day without a nap gonna do to her?

———-

Megan fucking hates being paired with Jeremy.

For one, he’s fucking boring.

For two, he’s old and balding.

For three, he’s too nice. And not even in an insincere way. He’s truly a nice, family oriented, God fearing man. All that is fine and shit if not for the fact they’re supposed to be trying to make a sale here. The goal is to end this informal virtual meeting with Roman Reigns at least expressing that he’ll consider the role.

It’s not going to be easy. All that Megan has heard via coworkers and her own deep dive is that the man is extremely family oriented and not interested in doing anything other than spending time with his pregnant fiancé and kid for the next couple months. If not longer.

Still, with the movie primarily filming in Florida and not starting for another month or two, she’s hopeful that their pitch will be enough to win him over.

Well, less she’s more hoping Jeremy will let her handle this.

She can be….very persuasive when it comes to men.

And Roman Reigns is the quintessential definition of what a man is. Because the minute he joins in on the call, all she sees is broad, muscular shoulders, pretty brown eyes and one of the most handsome men she’s ever seen.

Unfortunately, he’s not alone.

No. There’s a kid on his lap. His kid, she’d guess. The little girl has her head down, focused on something else, but even with that angle, it’s hard not to see the similarities.

It definitely kills her mood a little bit. Hard to fanasize about a man fucking you senseless with his kid sitting right there. Still, she does her best to hide the irritation and jumps to introductions before Jeremy can.

“Hi, Roman. It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Megan, and this is my colleague, Jeremy. We’re the reps from Apex that’ll be working with you, hopefully, on your next film.” She flashes him the most charming smile she can muster and nearly moans as he also offers a smile. Not as wide. Just as friendly.

“Nice to meet you both. Please. Call me Joe.” Megan crosses one leg over the other. Joe….it fits him. “I’m also sorry about my daughter being here. She’s really been enjoying me being home.” He ends with a chuckle, kid still not looking up. Good. Hopefully, she’ll stay quiet.

Jeremy’s annoying ass, however, just has to stay true to his gregarious nature. “No worries. I got three at home. I get it. What’s her name?”

Megan has to suppress an eye roll as Joe lightly taps on the little girl’s arm. She lifts her head, and he shifts her headphone so one ear is exposed.

He asks, “can you say hi and tell them your name?”

She pouts a little, voice soft and almost unsure. “Hi. My name is Calista.”

“What a very pretty name, Calista.” Jeremy is quick with the introduction. “My name is Jeremy, and this is my friend, Megan.” 

Megan has to force herself to tap into the truly non-existent kid-interacting skills she has. “Hi there, Lis.”

Her pout deepens as she corrects with a fucking attutude, “my name is Calista. Not Lis.”

“Callie,” Joe lightly chides Calista or Callie or whatever her fucking name is. Little brat shouldn’t be there anyway. “Be nice, baby girl.”

“It’s okay,” Megan smiles. One of the first things on the list will need to be finding the brat a boarding school of some sort. She seems pretty young, but there has to be something out there. “My apologies, Calista.”

Megan is relieved when the kid places the headphone back on, tuning out the adults. And to be fair, she’s not the only one turning out because while she’s partially annoyed Jeremy then takes over the handling of the meeting, it allows her time and space to fawn over the man on screen. 

God, he’s so damn handsome, and his smile is infectious. She finds herself pushing back her own smile whenever Jeremy makes one of his lame ass dad jokes that somehow Joe seems to find funny. 

Must be a father thing.

The request for his real name to be used leads to Megan subtly grabbing her phone and googling him yet again. She can never remember his last name. It’s complicated as fuck.

Anoa’i. 

She doesn’t know how to pronounce it but decides to save that for another conversation. Preferably when his failed Plan B isn’t around. 

She finds herself doodling on her legal pad. 

Megan Anoa’i.

She can’t help the smile this time around. The pronunciation may still be unknown, but it looks damn good on paper.

Way better than Y/N Anoa’i.

But speak of the fucking devil, and she will appear. 

Because Megan watches Joe turn his head to the side and gesture over someone who turns out to be Y/N herself, thanks to Jeremy saying something about wanting to say hi.

God, she hates this man.

Y/N apologizes, and Megan has to hold back her scowl at the woman on screen, her hand on her big ass pregnant stomach. 

“Hi. I’m sorry,” she chuckles, other hand moving to Calista’s shoulder. “I just came to get this one who was supposed to be taking a nap with me.” She leans down, kissing the side of the little girl’s neck, making her giggle.

Good lord. Is this a fucking family reunion?

Jeremy also laughs. “Don’t worry about it. She’s semed real focused on that tablet versus any of our boring conversation.”

Megan forces herself to join in even though it literally kills her to talk to this woman. Like seriously, what the hell does Joe see in her anyway? If they only had one kid, she’d bet it’s because the bitch trapped him with a kid. But now two kids?

Maybe she gives good head or something.

Megan is better though.

“Oh, I bet whatever she’s watching is way cooler.”

Y/N lands her eyes on Megan. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

Megan forces a deeper smile and little laugh. “Megan. I’m sorry, I don’t think I offered it. Sometimes, I space out a bit during these types of things.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I’m a teacher. I get it.” She doesn’t remember asking this bitch what she does for a living but okay. “I’ll just escort this one….” 

Caliope or whatever the fuck her name is starts to whine, and it’s irritating as fuck. “I wanna stay with daddy.”

“Daddy’s gotta work,” Y/N emphasizes, offering a potential compromise Megan hopes the kid goes for. “Come help me make dinner, and you can have ice cream for dessert.”

That does it as the girl gasps, jumps off Joe’s lap, and sprints off, out of view. Good.

Y/N laughs and waves bye. “It was nice meeting both of you.” The feeling isn’t mutual, but Megan musters up another smile and feels utterly relieved when they both leave.

If only Jeremy would do the same that way things could be as they should.

Just Megan and Joe.

—-------------

Mom: Hi, baby. Just got out of evening service, and you fell heavy on my spirit. I just want you to know I’m always here for you, and I know I always raised and told you how strong we as black women are. But, I don’t know if I told you enough how we don’t always have to be strong.

Mom: You’re about to be a mother again to three babies at the same time. That’s a lot on anyone, even with the support you’re gonna have. I guess what I am trying to say is that I hope you know you can always talk to me if you need it. 

Mom: Talk to Joe. Your sister. Someone. Just never think that you’re alone.

Mom: Love you, and I’ll try to call you tomorrow. ♥️

You have to read over your mom’s texts a couple of times before shaking your head and chalking it up to her just being an overtly concerned mom who’s worried about her daughter who just moved away from home. 

Regardless, you appreciate her kind words even if they don’t necessarily seem….well…..necessary.

There was a bittersweet theme to your first pregnancy, the absence of Joe and not having him as your partner noticeable, maybe more than you initially realized. But, that was then, and this is now. He’s back in your life. For good. You’re about to commit yourself to this man until death do you part.

You’re about to welcome three beautiful babies in the fall. The most strength you’ll need to deal with whatever stress or trial your mom believes is coming will probably be limited to the fact that you’ll have to push out three children at the same damn time.

And even then, Joe will be right by your side.

So again, while you forever love your mom and her thoughtfulness, she’s worried for nothing.

The person who should be worried is your future husband who suddenly walks into the bedroom, brushing his hands together. “Okay, kitchen is all clean, Callie Bear is sleep—” You snort, grabbing the remote to pause the episode of Judge Judy you were watching. “What?”

“Didn’t you say you didn’t make her take a nap today?” 

He looks from side to side confused. “Yeah. She said she wasn’t tired.”

Covering your mouth to hold in your laugh, you inform him as kindly as you can, “then that child is not asleep.”

“I put her down for bed. She was falling asleep when I left.”

You sigh. Your poor, handsome future husband is so naive. “Did you take her tablet when you left?”

“No, cause she was sleep.”

“Joe, I bet you any money that lil’ girl is in her room right now on that tablet watching Disney Plus or playing Roblox cause I know you forgot to put the passcode back on it too.” He opens and then closes his mouth. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You sit back against the pillows, grabbing a couple more pretzels from the bag you were eating out of. “You’re gonna have to go in there and set her lil’ ass straight. Because she’s gonna be irritable as hell too since she didn’t have her nap.”

He sucks his teeth. “I keep telling you she’s sleeping.” You roll your eyes, chewing on the pretzels and sipping some of your sweet tea. “And if she’s not for some reason—”

“She’s not.”

“—I’ll just tell her to go to sleep.”

That makes you almost choke on your food. “That’s funny. You think it’s just gonna be that easy? Joe, you haven’t seen Callie throw a tantrum before. She’s a lil’ nightmare. You can’t be that super sweet daddy. You gotta be stern with her.”

He shakes his head. “I got this, okay?”

You lift your hands in a defensive position. “Okay.” Grabbing the remote to hit play, you start humming the Undertaker music as he walks away. 

“Annoying ass,” he mutters under his breath, exiting the room. 

Joe is more than certain he’s about to prove you wrong and come back with a smug ass disposition that’ll lead into taking advantage of Callie being sleep by fucking you senseless and reminding you why you also call him daddy.

There’s only one problem with his plan.

Callie is very much not sleeping and instead sitting near her play area.

On that damn tablet.

It takes a second for him to take in the scene before him. “Callie, why aren’t you in bed?” 

She ignores him, continuing to play on her tablet. “Calista.”

It’s only then she whines out, “what?”

That takes Joe back for a second. He can’t recall a time where she’s said as such. “Don’t what me. I thought I told you to go to bed.”

She murmurs, mouth pouted. “I don’t want to go to bed.”

Fuck. This is the first time he’s actually had her push back on him. Experienced a side of Callie that isn’t 100% agreeable. “Callie, it’s late, and you need to get in the bed. Now. I’m not gonna—”

“Be quiet,” she whines, cutting him off, turning her back toward him. 

Joe is nearly rendered completely silent. He’s never known Callie to be capable of disrespecting anyone like this. 

“Callie.” Joe tries to make his voice sound stern. Emphasis on try. Because as frustrated as he’s getting, she’s still his little girl. “It’s time for bed.”

She’s unmoved, still sitting in the corner on her tablet as she shouts out, “I don’t want to go to bed!”

Joe has to mentally count backwards from 10 before trying yet again to get his almost 5-year-old daughter to just go to bed. “I understand that, Callie, but you need your sl—“

Again, she cuts him off, hitting the ground as she screams, “I said no!”

Joe closes his eyes and shakes his head. Without another word, he’s down the hall and in the master where you’re still laid comfortably up in the middle of the bed snacking on some pretzels and enjoying the court case on the TV.

You land your eyes on him, head tilted as you ask with an intentional amount of inauthentic sweetness, “how’d it go, Mr. Gentle Parenting?”

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Fine. You win. She’s not listening at all. What should I do?”

You smirk and close up the bag of pretzels, carefully climbing out the bed. “Watch and learn, Daddy.” You clap your hands to get rid of the salt remnants, providing him some context on just how he got here. “Because you didn’t make her take her nap, she’s extra irritable because she’s tired even though her lil’ stubborn ass is too hard headed to realize it. So you gotta be extra bold with her.”

You can tell he’s partially confused or just not in agreement, clearly needing a demonstration. Taking his hand, you lead him out of your shared bedroom and into hers. 

“Calista Manaia Anoa’i, if you don’t get your little ass off that damn tablet and into the bed right now.” His eyes widen a bit at your tone. You’re not yelling, not screaming, but you’re definitely not using the typical tone used with her.

Callie looks up from her tablet with determination that’s a bit wavered. “But, I’m not sleepy!”

You cross your arms over your chest. “I don’t care if you’re sleepy or not. Your daddy and I say it’s time for bed, so it’s time for bed, sis.”

“But—”

You lift a finger to silence her. “Calista. I brought your little butt in this world, and I’ll take you out.” You point to her bed. “Bed. Now.”

Joe watches with slight amazement as Callie stomps over to hand you her tablet and stomps right back over to her bed, climbing in, still pouting. 

“And don’t you ever disrespect your dad like that again, you understand me, lil girl?” She doesn't say anything, but she doesn’t need to because you know she knows you mean business. 

But it’s when her bottom lip starts to tremble and she starts to ‘cry’ that Joe damn near acts like the girl just got her arm broken. 

He starts moving toward her. “Cal—”

You stop him, however, instead telling Callie, “if you wake up in the middle of the night and wanna come sleep with us, you can.”

But Callie is too busy with her tearless crying, shouting again, “I don’t want to go to bed!”

Ignoring her, it literally takes you lightly pushing on Joe’s chest to guide him out of the room as you close the door to her bedroom, partially obscuring the sound of Callie screaming.

“She’s upset. We can’t just leave her.” He seems just about as upset as his unruly four-year-old twin.

You turn around and correct him. “No, she’s throwing a tantrum because she didn’t get her way.” And before he can protest, you point out, “did you see any actual tears coming out her eyes? Exactly.”

“But—“

You wait until the two of you are back in the room before placing your hands on his chest, trying to butter him up a bit before hitting him with the truth. “Baby, I love you so much. You’re such a good dad, but when it comes to this discipline thing, you suck.” He rolls his eyes. “I told you she’s a nightmare when she’s having one of her temper tantrums.”

He really has no need to worry about her. You’ve done this song and dance countless times to know how it works. In less than ten minutes, she’ll be out like a light. 

Joe scoffs. “Yeah, well, she gets all that attitude from you.”

You can only also roll your eyes because he’s not entirely wrong. Joe is legitimately a chill ass person. You’re the one who’s got the smart mouth from time to time. Or maybe more often than not. “Maybe so, but you still love me and all my attitude so….” 

He moves his hands to your ass, pulling you into him. “Damn straight….”

And before he can kiss you, you hit him with the truth you’ve been sitting on since this afternoon. “So are you gonna willingly tell me about that movie they want you to be in or do I have to fuck it out of you? I mean, I’m cool with either.”

“How about we skip the movie talk and just fuck instead?”

“Nice try.” You lean up and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Get to talking, baby.”

“I knew your ass overheard something.”

“I’m a mother, Joe. I hear and see everything.” Moving away to grab your bag of pretzels, you again remind him. “Now start talking.”

He shrugs. “It’s an action movie.”

“Not just any action movie, they’re rebooting Reacher and want you to have a leading role. Baby, that’s huge. You know that’s one of my favorite shows too. The only man I would ever consider leaving you for.” It’s more a joke than anything, even though Alan Ritchson is not hard on the eyes at all. “Seriously, Joe, it’s a great opportunity.”

“I get that, Y/N, but I’m taking a break from work.”

“No, you’re taking a break from wrestling. There’s a difference.” You motion him over to the bed, patting the spot next to you. He comes and plops his body down. “I heard them, Joe. It’s filming here in Florida. Less than what, an hour away?” His silence is the answer. “And you wouldn’t even need to be there all the time. 2 or 3 days out of the week, max.”

Realizing what’s probably got him most hesitant, you close up the pretzels, placing the bag back on the nightstand. Sliding closer to him, you place his hand on your stomach. “Joe, I’ll be fine. The babies will be fine. Callie will be fine not having her best friend around 24/7. It’s not like you’ll be on the road like you are with wrestling. You’ll still be close enough if we need you.”

“I don’t want you feeling like I’m putting my career first.”

“I would never think that, Joe. Ever. With everything you’ve done for us, there’s no question where your focus is.” This man has been too good to you for you to ever even think he’s about anything other than his family. “I just think this would be great for your career, and I know you’re at least a little bit interested or else you wouldn’t have even agreed to hear them out.”

The guy seemed cool. The woman was alright. Just your average looking white woman. Nothing to write home about. But, they represent something much bigger, an amazing opportunity for Joe to further his career, to possibly transition into something else fully when his wrestling days are done.

“Besides, you said it yourself, you didn’t have to go to Hollywood, Hollywood came to you.” You do your best to imitate him from one of his stellar promos. It makes him smile and laugh a bit.

“Yeah….” He then shares. “Met with Hunter today too, and he asked if I would be open to returning around October.”

You shrug, no strong opinion on that. “That sounds reasonable to me.”

He looks at you, an expression of disagreement on his handsome face. “The babies will only be a month or so old.”

“I’m aware.” You move your hand to the hair at the nape of his neck. “But, you’re still gonna transition to the part time schedule once you return, right?” He nods. “So, it’s not like you’ll be gone consistently. My mom will probably still be here. Kaylah’s here. Alexis is here. We have a really great support system, baby. It doesn’t have to be all on you.”

“What about Callie?” He asks, clearly a high priority point for him. You as well, but Joe’s concern is probably a bit deeper than what’s necessary. “She’s already scared I’m going to leave her.”

“And you will sometimes, because that’s the nature of what you do. We’re working with her on that though.” And you are. Gradually getting Callie to a place where she isn’t as anxious about something happening to her parents. “Plus, she’ll be in kindergarten at that point, so it’s not like she’ll be moping around the house all sad. She’ll also have ballet.”

Not wanting to be too pushy, you decide to leave the ball in his court. “It’s completely up to you, Joe. Just know whatever you decide, I support you, baby.” You take his hand in his. “I’ve also been thinking about the wedding.”

He looks down at you. “And?”

“I think we should wait until next summer to have it.” Before he can protest or ask follow-up questions, you explain, “I don’t want to walk down the aisle big and pregnant. Plus, there’s realistically not enough time for us to plan a wedding before the babies get here. Not to mention, trying to coordinate everyone’s schedule so the people we want to attend can do so is virtually impossible with such a short timeframe.” Because you can’t imagine having a dream wedding if the people you love and care about the most can’t be present. “The babies will be almost a year old. It gives everyone time to clear their schedule. I won’t be as big as a house…it’ll just be better that way.”

You know he knows that you’re right. He doesn’t appear to be happy with it though. “I hear you. I just….” He scratches his beard. “I hate the idea of having to wait that long for us to get married.”

Frowning, you agree with him there. “Me too, but—”

“What—” He cuts you off, looking at you. “What if we didn’t?”

For a second, your heart stops. “Didn’t get married?”

He’s quick to shoot that down. “No. No. The opposite. What if….what if we got married now?” And just like you, he jumps straight into explanations. “We can still have a wedding. As big or whatever as you want it to be, because you deserve that. I wanna give you that. But…but what if we just legally got married now and the wedding is just for the social and show aspect of it?”

The more he talks, the better you’re able to follow along. “Like….like we just go to the court house?”

Your voice must unintentionally indicate some level of disagreement. “I know it’s not how you probably imagined it—”

Cutting him off, you place your hand over his that’s still resting peacefully on your stomach. “I would marry you under a bridge if that’s what it took, Leati.” His eyes soften as your lips curve into a small smile. “But, we don’t need a bridge, because we’re going to the court house.”

He seems genuinely surprised. “Yeah?”

It’s not a hard sell. At all. You love this man. He’s your best friend. Your lover. Your soulmate. Being married legally before the actual wedding is actually a brilliant idea. You want more than anything for you all to share the same last name. 

Smirking, you get up and climb onto his lap, your baby bump providing a little bit of a barrier.

“Alexa.” You call out, locking eyes on him as you make your request. “Play Let’s Get Married by Jagged Edge.”

———-

“.....Because I am Wrestlemania!”

Megan’s thin lips turn upwards into a big smile. She likes the video and adds it to her ‘Lover ♥️’ playlist on YouTube. Private, of course. It must be the 50th video she’s added. She quickly clicks the back button to see the result list that has nothing but Roman Reigns videos.

Watching him, watching Joe is such an experience. It’s fascinating to her how he can be such a dominating, narcissistic presence on screen but such a gentle soul behind the scenes. It’s fascinating and impressive as hell how he navigates both roles so seamlessly.

Makes him even more attractive. 

But, it’s when a video with Cody Rhodes from the latest SmackDown show appears in her list that she scowls. Megan still can’t believe Joe actually dropped the belt for her. For Y/N.

She’s read articles, seen the gossip on wrestling blogs. The internet wrestling community seems to be torn on that. Half say it was time anyway and that Cody needed to ‘finish the story’ while the other half say Joe himself asked to be relieved so he could spend more time with his family.

And with that fat bitch pregnant with his second child, the second choice seems more believable to her.

Megan groans and turns on her back. She truly cannot see nor understand why Joe ever settled with the likes of that. This man is a god among men, yet he chose a maggot.

He reproduced with that unworthy bitch. 

She grabs her phone and goes to his profile again, the latest option in her search history. His page is nearly perfect, filled with Roman based posts except for the last three. No. He just had to ruin the algorithm by posting them. The first personal post is a picture of him, Y/N, and the spoiled little brat, Cathy. The caption is long and essentially him defending them. 

From what Megan read online as well as what Paige sent over, Y/N had an ex best friend that leaked a lot of shit online. Some true. Some untrue. Apparently, ever since getting slapped with a slate of lawsuits, one or two of which could include jail time, she’s gone dark.

Unfortunate considering she almost got rid of Y/N for Megan.

The second post is of the bitch. From some date night he took her on or something.

What-fucking-ever. 

And the latest post is of the kid with some sappy caption.

Again, what-fucking-ever.

Humming his theme song, Megan climbs off the bed and opens up her top dresser drawer. She digs around, pulling out her favorite red lingerie set and putting it on. Grabbing her phone, she moves to her bathroom, using the mirror attached to the back of the door to snap a couple photos. 

Settling on her favorite photo, she uploads the photo, smiling at her caption.

[ethereal-engene]

hey tayo? but that's appa!

pairing: enhypen!husband maknae line x fem!reader

genre: slice-of-life, husband/father AU, fluff, and attempted humor // warnings: none

summary: how I think the maknae line would react to you showing your kid’s (like the kid is yours and his) hey tayo/billy poco

word count: ~1.5k

note: THANK YOU THANK YOU so much to anon who requested this! I’m sorry for the long wait 😭 I hope you enjoy this <3 your message made my day so much when I got it!! // hyung line ver

Sunoo

You’re in the living room with your child as they watch tayo the little bus on the tv

It’s been a long day with them running around and playing pretend with them. Oh and of course, they spent a lot of time running away from you while trying to put on their clothes

They bring you lots of joy but it can still be tiring

So you settle for some tv time before nap time and you’re on the brink of falling asleep until you hear a familiar tune start to play that instantly wakes you up

It’s the one and only billy poco music video

You hold in your laughter and watch your child’s reaction to it and they have stars in their eyes

They 100% recognize their dad and is having the time of their lives right now

Sunoo is in the other room and when he hears it, he smiles and walks over to y’all

Seeing his child dance to this song makes him really happy and his heart full

So he starts showing his kid how to do the dance and sing his lines

Even goes as far to pick them up and spin them around while singing

“Appa! Appa! You met tayo and his friends?? What were they like? Please tell me so I can tell all of my friends how cool my dad is!!” They excitedly take a seat when sunoo sets them down

Sunoo gently shhhs them and making a motion to calm down

“To answer your question love bug, I did meet them and they were all so friendly and kind. If you promise me to be kinder to mommy and help her out by listening to her, I’ll make sure you get a special gift from tayo! Can you do that for me, love bug?” Sunoo asks while staring at them

They nod so much that you worry their head is gonna roll off. Not long after, they go over to you and apologize for running away earlier

You tell them it’s okay and that you accept their apology

“Now, can we please play the song again?? I really like appa’s voice, it’s so pretty!”

Handing him the remote, he replays it and sits next to you. Sunoo gently lifts your head up so he can move his arm through you & then places your head onto his arm

So your neck is more comfy and you smile at each other

Watching your little bundle of joy enjoy this song is a great memory and one that you both won’t forget

It fills his heart with pride and happiness that he was able to have made something for his kid to appreciate growing up

Bonus, the kid got a happy birthday message AND a message from tayo & his friends telling them that they love them and they should be listen to their parents

Jungwon

As far as I can tell jungwon seems to be pretty chill about singing hey tayo or billy poco

So much that he’s actually the one showing your kid(s) the music video

(gotta switch up the scenario for wonnie🥺)

He’s teaching them the lyrics and how to sing it

Not even gonna lie, you thought you were just hearing things as you were in another room doing another chore for the house

But then as you listen, you recognize that he’s really playing the song that you’re hearing

Curiosity gets the best of you and take a peek out of the door to see them

Your heart melts as you watch them play with jungwon

Trying to dance and sing like their dad 🤧

Jungwon has no shame in his career, even if he had to sing some kid songs

He lets them sing it to him, despite it being off-key

Sooner or later, you join them and ask them if they recognize their “appa”

Not even taking a moment to think, they point to jungwon

“Appa looks like an agi here. He was so cute, but I love appa now too! Appa, how come you met Tayo before I was born?? You could have taken me.” They pout and sulk a little when they remember this fact about their dad

Jungwon looks at you for help but you gesture it’s your probelm not mine

“Oh sweetheart, if I had known you wanted to come I would have brought you. Don’t worry, next time I get to meet Tayo, I’ll bring you with me, is it okay?” He asks them while holding them up in air

“okay okay!! YAY!! Appa you’re the best! Now let me down please!” And of course, jungwon obliged to the request

Not long after, they get tired and you put them down for nap time

Heading over to where Jungwon is, you tell him “Honey, that was a good save there. Sorry I couldn’t help you out, but I honestly wanted to see what’d you say.”

You plant a small kiss on cheek after finishing your sentence and drag him to the couch to nap

“I can’t believe you let fend for myself back there but I gotta say having quick wits and thinking is just a skill I learned from being a leader.”

He places your head on his chest and gives you a forehead kiss before napping with you

Ni-ki

It’s not that Ni-ki hates billy poco or hey tayo, it’s just notttt what he really expected to be doing when he became an idol

Anyways let’s get to the story

You, the kid, and Ni-ki were out and about

Probably shopping at the mall and stopped by a kids shop

The kids shop has a tv on and it’s playing hey tayo

Before Riki even registers it, his child is watching the TV screen with a dazed look on their face

They look at the TV screen and then back to their dad (and repeat the process for a few times)

Riki still hasn’t registered it until his kid runs up to him asking him about it

He is confused as ever like where and how did they learn about this

Riki wanted to pretend it didn’t exist 😭

Before he gets any questions out, you point to the screen and his eyes just pop

He feels like his world is falling apart (he’s so dramatic)

Legit drops down to his knees and hands on his head

Your child thinks they did something wrong and starts to get worried

Runs over to their dad and hugs him

“I’m sorry if I made you sad otōsan . I just wanted to know if you were the same guy on the screen. I didn’t mean to make you cry, please don’t be sad!”

You lovingly smack Riki on the back of the head. MAKING YOUR KID CRY LIKE THAT??

“Riki, if you don’t get your butt up, I’m going to give you something to actually cry about. And bubba, don’t worry. Otōsan isn’t sad, he’s just not happy but don’t worry, we’ll make it all better!”

Slightly scolding him, you gesture him to explain to their child about this

He wipes their tears away and hugs them tightly back.

“Oh bubba, no no. You didn’t make me sad. I was just shocked that this song was still playing. Please don’t cry, I’m sorry for making you feel that way earlier. Yes, I’m in the video, a long time ago I filmed a video and song for tayo and his friends. I’ll tell you more about at home, is that okay?”

They hug him back and nod. “It’s okay otōsan, I still love you and I think you look the coolest! Especially when you had your moment with dancing. Can you teach me how to do it?”

Riki nods and kisses them on the head

“Now let’s get back to shopping!” He says before dragging them around the store and playing with them

Before y’all leave the store after checking out, the employee shyly asks for his signature in which he accepts but cringes when he realizes it’s on a tayo product 😭

You are for sure never letting him forget about these songs for tayo and baby shark. You laugh a bit hard when you see what he has to sign

On the bright side, Riki still feels like he’s on top of the world with his kid reassuring him he looks the coolest (even if it’s a kids song)

thank you so much again to the anon who requested this <3 happy holidays and I hope everyone has a safe new years!!

as always if you liked it, please leave feedback through the notes, send me a dm or an ask, or reblog it with your thoughts in the tag !! they really mean the world to me 💗

signing off with love,

- ash

[dvrk-moon]

SPIDER-FIEND - chapter iii

read chapter 2 here!

— synopsis: you learned that riki isn’t really one for sympathy, even towards his best friend.

— word count: .9k

— warnings: cursing, mentions of suicide

— featuring: p1h jongseob, kiof haneul

— a/n: this short ass chapter wbwjdhwjwr

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iii. SPIDER-CLUTZ?

“I still can’t believe that happened to you,” Jongseob laughed in shock, hitting replay on the video for what seemed like the tenth time.

You tried to swipe the phone out of his hands, but to no avail, you were unsuccessful. Jongseob moved the phone out of the way and hit replay again.

Moments later, Riki made his way over to your lunch table and sat next to you. He pulled out his brown bag lunch and simultaneously pulled out a notebook and a pencil. 

“Hey,” you offered, giving up on Jongseob and turning your attention to your best friend. He paid you little to no mind as he flipped through the notebook, seemingly trying to find an exact page. As soon as he found said page, he stuck his pencil in the notebook as a page holder and shut it promptly. Riki grabbed his lunch and opened it, quickly pulling out an orange to peel for himself.

“Hello?” You nudged Riki, “Is anyone in there?”

He kept his hands peeling at the orange and his gazed fixated down but hummed, “Yes?”

You rolled your eyes at him, grabbing your own lunch. You had packed a salad, but you weren’t even sure if you had the appetite to eat it right now. You were already full of stress.

Jongseob hit replay on the video again, and Haneul made her way over to him from her spot to watch the video with him. There was no doubt that she’d already seen it, but of course, as your best friends, they wouldn’t miss any chance they had to mess with you.

After hearing yourself say, “You ruined my shirt, thanks.” for what seemed like the one millionth time of the day, you loudly sighed.

“If I hear that video one more time, I’m actually going to blow my brains out,” you commented, “and I’ll write your name on the suicide note.” You glared at Jongseob and Haneul, who were watching the video and laughing.

You turned back to Riki, who now had his notebook open. From what you could tell, it looked like he was drawing someone. You didn’t really want to interrupt him, but it was either that, or listen to your own voice cuss out Spider-Man for what seemed like the billionth time that day.

You scooted closer to Riki, not missing how he quickly slammed the notebook shut and looked at you. He moved it away from the both of you, but he still kept taking glances at it when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Everything okay…?” You asked, looking at him as if he had a second head.

He quickly cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“You’re acting super weird,” you said, “I mean, you are weird, but this is a new level.”

He slightly nudged his notebook further away from you and returned to his orange, “I’m fine. Want a slice?” He offered you a slice of his orange.

You declined, “No, thanks. I don’t really have an appetite at all right now.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at you, “Why?”

“That damn video is giving me so much stress.”

“What video?” He asked.

You were taken aback. How had your best friend of all people not seen the video? You sighed, “The one Haneul and Jongseob are watching. It’s this stupid video of me getting mad that was uploaded and tons of people have seen it.”

“Is that one you texted me about? Am I allowed to watch it?”

“Yeah,” you said, “I’m not gonna stop you. It’s not like everyone else hasn’t already seen it, so…”

You snatched Jongseob’s phone out his hand just before he could hit replay again and handed the phone to Riki, the video still pulled up. Jongseob whined in protest but immediately shut up when you gave him a deadly look.

Riki said nothing while watching the video; he didn’t chuckle, didn’t cringe, didn’t furrow his eyebrows, didn’t do anything. When the video ended, he handed the phone back to Jongseob and still said nothing.

“So,” you started, “do you understand why I’m so stressed now?”

“Not really. The video isn’t that bad.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Thanks for the sympathy, asshole.” You scooted away from him towards Haneul and Jongseob who had finally stopped watching the video.

“You know, I really liked that blouse.” Haneul commented.

“Same,” you sighed, “but when some random inconsiderate jerk decides that he doesn’t, I guess spilling coffee on it is definitely a way to get me to never wear it again. Now no one can like that blouse.”

Finally breaking his blank façade, Riki spoke up.

“Maybe it was an accident.”

Your head shot towards him, “What, so you’re defending him now?” You teased, slightly masking your passive-aggressive comment.

“No,” he said, grabbing his notebook, “I’m just saying, superhero aside, he’s just another person. He could just be clumsy.”

“I’d get that,” you replied, “but he didn’t even apologize. That’s what stuck with me.”

“Well, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” you commented, “because I want him to.”

Like that, the bell rang, signifying that you had to transfer to your second-to-last bell of the day before you could leave.

You gave Riki a look before leaving, “Will you be able to Skype tonight like usual?”

“I should be, yeah.” He said.

“‘Kay. I’ll talk to you later.”

a/n : i haven’t updated spider fiend in sooo long im so sorry 😭

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Glue (Part 2)

Summary: The Pogues go to the police for help getting (Y/N) back but JJ and John B end up taking matters into their own hands.

TW/CW: Routledge!Reader x JJ Maybank, More mentions of a gun and Reader being kidnapped, more JJ angst.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,053

A/N: Part 1 Here || Aww my poor baby... Requests are Open! Much love to all!

JJ's POV

A quick drive later, we’re pulling up at the Sheriff’s office, storming inside and demanding to speak to Shoop. Having created a commotion, Shoop exits his office to investigate, “What on earth is going on here?” Sarah places her phone on the counter and hits play. Luke’s voice once again permeates my senses as Shoop looks down at her phone and watches the entire video, “Get me anything you can on that number,” he commands to his officer before turning his attention back to us, “Last seen? What was she wearing?” 

John B nudges my side and I whip my head up to look at Shoop, “Bout 8:30. Grey muscle tank, denim shorts, and flip flops.” 

Shoop nods and motions to another officer, “Put out an amber. Make sure you make it sound like a runaway young teen. Throw him off as much as possible.” 

The officer nods and hurries off as John B glares at Shoop, “He said not to get the cops involved. If my sister dies- “ 

Shoop throws his hand out, “He’s gonna make sure it’s vague enough. Calm down and have a seat. JJ, my office.” I begrudgingly follow Shoop to his office and once inside he shuts the door and motions to a chair on the opposite side of his desk from the seat he takes. I take my offered seat and he says, “I need to know as much as possible. I don’t care how unrelated you think the detail is, I need it.” 

I nod, “We were outside working on the boat,” I show him the back of my hand, “I sliced my hand on the inside of the engine bay, so she went inside to get the first aid kit.” I pause trying to remember as much as possible. “She was in there about fifteen minutes, so I went in to check on her. All I found was the first aid kit on the floor. She was gone.” 

Shoop nods, taking notes, “Anything else? Any small detail. Anything you dismissed at the time?” 

Searching my memory, I realize and get flashed back to the many nights that I laid on the floor beaten and bruised, listening to his truck rumble out of the driveway and leave before calling (Y/N) to pick me up. “A truck. I heard a truck off in the distance, but I didn’t think anything of it. It had to have been his truck I swear, Shoop.” He nods and adds this to his notes. “Shoop, you gotta find her man. I- we can’t lose her. She’s our glue.” 

Shoop nods, “We will JJ. Just hang in there.” He motions for me to leave so I make my way to join the others. We’re waiting amongst chaos as the entire sheriff’s office hustles to filter through amber alert tips. Finally, my phone ringing breaks through the noise. I whip it out and recognize the number.  

I rush to Shoop’s office and put my phone on speaker, “Hello?” 

“Duckette’s Warf, midnight tonight. Don’t forget $200k, don’t call the cops,” Luke’s voice flows through the speaker. Shoop writes a note and shows it to me. I nod, “I-I need to know she’s alive. I don’t trust your ass.” 

Sounding braver than I feel, Luke chuckles, “We’ll you sure grew some balls. Here sweetheart, talk to your little boyfriend.” 

Her voice is steady and stern, “JJ… please…” 

Luke takes back over, “There. Now bring me my money boy.” He hangs up. 

I can’t do anything but worry over my best friend. I can’t lose her. She’s my best friend and now the worst person possible has her. And it’s all my fault. Shoop speaks before I can spiral down that path, “You kids just settle back in, in the waiting room. We’ll let you know when we need something.” 

“No, I want to know what you’re gonna do to save my sister,” John B demands. “I need to know that this is in good hands or I’m gonna go get her myself.” 

Shoop sighs, “You two will do the drop off with false bills. We’ll have a team nearby to take him down after you make the switch.” 

John B’s jaw clenches, “You swear to me that you won’t let her get hurt.” 

Before Shoop can promise, I speak up, “He won’t bring her to the drop. He’ll keep her somewhere and give us her location only after he gets the cash.” I pause as everyone looks at me, “I know how he thinks. He’s gonna use her as a distraction for his getaway.” 

Shoop sighs, “Plum!” Plum pokes her head in the office allowing Shoop to give his instructions, “Filter the amber tips for spottings near Duckette’s Warf.” She nods and leaves to do so. Shoop returns to us, “We’ll look for locations he may be hiding out. If we can get to her before the drop, we can save the hassle of a drop off.” 

We all nod as Shoop motions us back to more waiting. Finally, after hours of worrying myself shitless, Plum heads to Shoop’s office. We all jump up and race to the door, hoping to hear what she has to say. “There was a tip about a guy fitting Luke’s description at a marina right next door to Duckette’s. I checked and there was a houseboat rented a few weeks back under the name Mason Bank.” 

Shoop nods, “The oldest alias he has. Get some under covers out there to scope the area.” 

John B and I look at each other as Plum rushes off. A silent look passes between us.  

After a narrow escape from Sarah, Kie, Pope, and Cleo, John B and I sneak away to take matters into our own hands. We make our way to the marina, beating the under covers there. We’re scoping the boats docked when I see it. A houseboat sits at the very back of the marina. I drag John B with me, and we sneak around the side of the boat, peaking into windows and keeping an eye out for Luke. Finally, I spot her in a dark room on the other side of a small window. Luke is in the room with his back to the window. We watch as she struggles against the zips around her wrists. 

Part 3 Here

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[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Up All Night Listen Party

2011

Part 13

I sit on a sofa between Louis and Zayn cheering that our first Album is out next week! A woman named Dianna, who is the interviewer, sits on a chair next to us

“Hello! It’s been a bit of an amazing year for you I believe. I’ve got a small note of all of your achievements so far. Ok, UK fastest selling single with What Makes You Beautiful and a sold out tour, you excited!”

“Yeah” we all shout smiling

“I’ve also heard the fans have made paper dolls of you” as soon as Dianna says that the fans here for the live party throw the dolls at us. One nearly hits my face, but Zayn is quick to catch it

“Carful” Niall laughs

“Ok so the fans have got quests for you. Ok the first one is why is the album called up all night?” Niall hands the microphone to me

“YN wants to answer this”

“Thanks” I chuckle rolling my eyes “errm It’s called up all night because it’s just a big party really. When we’re together we end up staying up all night just chatting, playing games, watching movies. Also it’s named after a song” I hand the microphone back to Dianna

“Ok perfect. Next question what was your favourite thing about making the album?”

“Being in the the recording studio, but also filming the music videos was sick” Louis says

“I enjoyed the writing process, I didn’t think I’d enjoy writing songs as much as I have done” I say leaning over to Louis who’s still holding the microphone.

“Ok which song is the hardest one to sing?”

“What makes you beautiful because I have to sing that top harmony” Niall says then passes the microphone to Liam

“I would say for me, off the extended version, moments because it’s high”

“Save you tonight because of that chorus is so high” Louis passes the microphone to me

“Vocal wise stole my heart because I have to go from low into head voice so quick, but emotionally more than this. Ahhh hits me in the feels” I say before handing the mic to Zayn

“I’d have to say it’s between save you tonight and tell me a lie”

“I would say what makes you beautiful because it’s high” Harry finishes off and we pass the mic back to Dianna.

We then listen to some music before getting back into the interview. Dianna gives us some cookies while we are asked more questions

“Ok. Would you rather meet queen of England or Megan fox?”

“I know what these boys would say” I laugh

“Who’s that?”

“Megan Fox obviously. I’d say the Queen”

“You’d have tea and scones with her” Harry says in the typical posh British accent

“Love me a cuppa tea” I say nodding

“If you could add a 7th member to the group who would it be?”

“Another girl!” I yell “any girl!” everyone laughs at me

“Do you guys cook?”

“Yeah sometime. Louis’ a good cook” Liam says pointing to Louis

“Can you give us your favourite lyrics from the album”

“I like your friends look good but you look better” Harry says

“I like get out of my head and fall into my arms instead”

“I love that one. Ok next question do you cry when you hear any of your songs?”

“Yes! More than this. How I’m gonna sing it on tour I have no idea” I say

“I got teary eyed just listening to it last night so I can’t imagine how you will feel singing it”

“More than this is an emotional song anyway but now I can relate to that song more now than when we recorded it”

“What song off the album makes you happy. Zayn” Dianna hands the mic to Zayn

“Everything about and up all night”

“We’re moving on and playing some more music”

We carry on doing the watch party shock we have a lot of fun with. Then I head back home with Louis and Harry.

[hyeitsju]

Loona on the first date!! pt.2

(Loona x FEMALE Reader)

Note(pls read!!):

I got bored so I wrote this. It’s not gonna be perfection, just a short fun thing. reader is short in this! She’s my height (4’11) but if you want Loona w taller reader, just request it! Seriously, y’all, I’m pretty sure my request box is growing cobwebs.

🐟jinsoul/jinsol🐟

(Friends to lovers here, y’all were like besties until she asked you out)

(I actually pulled this idea straight outta my ass, sorry if it sucks)

I think the first date would be a regular sleepover

It’s as if y’all are still regular friends

Playing board and card games

Eating a ton of snacks in her bed while you watch a movie

And she definitely holds your hand through the whole thing

Eventually though, you both get hungry and decide to walk to a convenience store at 2 am

You both grab WAYY too many snacks and when you go to pay, she immediately gives the cashier her card before you could even say anything

Then when you get back and get back into her bed to each the snacks

She steals almost all of yours

You both watch a sad movie like train to busan

And she definitely laughs when you cry

But still comforts you but hugging you and running her fingers through your hair

Although still letting out small giggles ever so often

After you each are done getting ready for bed you just lay down and quietly talk about random stuff while looking at each other in the dark until one of you falls asleep

I feel like she would initiate the first kiss then, when you are looking at each other while laying down in the dark

You are whispering about something random, maybe college, work, or something of the sort

And she’s just staring deep into your eyes with heart eyes and a small smile on her lips

Before she grabs your cheeks and leans in to place a passionate kiss on your lips

And would have the biggest smile on her face after, before pulling you in for a big hug with your face in her neck

Finally falling asleep

🦇choerry/yerim🦇

(Y’all already knew each other and talked occasionally before you started dating for this)

I feel like she’d def take you to an aquarium for the first date

Holding hands while walking through every exhibit

She definitely does all of the talking, she just can’t help it

But after you reciprocated her energy, she’s over the moon

Constant rambles about how much she likes you and how she’s so happy you like her back

Gives you kisses like it’s NOTHING

And is all confused when you’re suprised

Excited yells when she finds cute animals

You already know she’s looking at pictures of a flapjack octopus and saying “I want one!!”

Honestly same

SOOO many polaroid photos of you and pictures posted on her instagram

If you told someone that day that her instagram account is a fan account for you, they’d believe you

Is already planning your wedding in her mind

When you reach the end of the exhibit and see the gift shop, she buys you so much stuff from there it’s actually insane

Afterwards she drives you to a ice cream shop and you both eat ice cream in her car while watching YouTube videos on your phone until the sky turns dark

Is all pouty when your dorm mates start texting you, reminding you that it’s almost curfew

After you get out of the car she’s already texting you details about the next date

🦢yves/sooyoung🦢

IM OBSESSED WITH THIS YVES AKSJHD

I feel like y’all would go to a pottery class together

Is so focused

She chooses to make a mug while you go with one of those flat bowls (idk what they’re called fr)

Hers would def be the best out of everyone else’s

Helping you out on yours

After teasing you for needing help, ofc

Chatting as you work on the pottery pieces

It’s mostly hee listening to you, tho

Mostly because she’s way too focused on shaping her piece

But also because she loves listening to your voice

Constantly complimenting you, just to make you blush

When your pieces are done you come back a few days later to paint and glaze it (idk how long, I googled and everyone told me smth diff so I chose this)

You both give your pieces to each other to paint

So your painting her mug and she’s painting your bowl

She sooo does the little (S+?) thingy at the bottom😭😭

Loves the design you do, constantly complimenting it

When she gets it back she will cherish it

Never lets anyone use it, it just sits on her nightstand untouched except for when she occasionally cleans it from dust every few days

Whenever someone asks where she got it from she goes on a whole rant about how you’re the best gf and made it for her (even tho she made the mug)

🐧chuu/jiwoo🐧

Okay, this is actually so cute but hee showing you around her hometown for the first date ahhhh!!!

She would start at some stores she often goes to, happily chatting with any people who happen to recognize her

Then going to her favorite café

Ordering you her usual and staring excitedly as you eat it, waiting for your opinion

Squealed so loud you swear your ears will burst when she hears that you like it

“I know!! It’s so good, right!”

Next she goes down her neighborhood, stopping at her house to visit her family who happily greet you

Making you stay to eat something quickly, asking you so many questions

Very welcoming, though

Automatically they take you in as their child

After that, she takes you to the park at the end of the street

Sitting on the bench with you while holding your hand and giggling together as you both watch the kids play

Eventually you have to go, sending you off to the bus back home with a huge pout and a bone crushing hug

Already blowing up your phone before the bus even leaves the station

🦋gowon/chaewon🦋

Y’all would go to a café

Specifically, a café that she is a regular at

She introduces you to the owner of the small coffee shop, who she has grown close, who’s delighted to see you

Having already heard Gowon mention you about a million times

Which he makes sure to mention to you in front of Gowon who smacks her shoulder before giving you a tight and embarrassed smile

She orders her regular and the owner brings you out a few deserts and a coffee on the house

Thanking you for making Gowon happy

You two talk about anything and everything

You find out quickly that you two are extremely similar

She of course teases you occasionally when she gets more comfortable

Which makes you blush and smile at the same time, happy she’s being more like herself

Initiates hand holding and what not

Often putting her hand on your thigh when she laughs

Or having an arm around your waist just because she can

It makes her smile big but it also makes her heart race in nervousness

The conversation continues, even after your cups are empty and your stomachs are full

Eventually it gets late and the shop has to close

So you head out and walk around to a park where you talk about random stuff as you sit on the swing sets under the moonlight

Your roommate eventually comes to pick you up, sadly

You reluctantly go, giving Gowon a hug and reaching up to give her a kiss on the cheek which gives her a heart attack

She’s standing there holding her cheek for the next 5 after you leave

Frantically texting her friends as she walks back home with a huge grin on her face

🐺hyeju🐺

(You knew each other through mutual friends and she was already in love with you, like, a year prior to finally asking you out Yves forced her)

SHE LOOKED TEW FINE HERE, ITS LIKE SHE WANTED ME DEAD

Just a chill at home date at her dorm

Super quiet at first

She doesn’t wanna mess anything up,

Even tho you’ve told her countless times that you love her for her and that she doesn’t need to hold herself back when she’s with you

Is sooo happy when Gureum loves you

Cuz he’s basically her child

Just listening to you talk about switching dog food brands like it’s the most interesting thing in the world 😭😭

With the biggest heart eyes in the world, you can almost see the outline of her eyes shifting to creat the hearts

Constantly staring at you as if she’s lost in your beauty

Which she probably is

I mean, look at you

Your stunning

Eventually when you notice her lack of conversation or movement you suggest playing video games with her

Because you know she loves that

That’s what gets her to loosen up and actually start making jokes that make you laugh

A laugh that she has quickly fallen in love with

Once she notices, however, that you’re getting a bit sad that you have yet to win a single game

She lets you choose one and lets you win it

Pretending to be upset whilst you jump up in happiness

Holding back a smile at the sight of yours

Ordering food for the both of you to eat while watching a tv show.

At the end of the night she decides to walk you to your dorm seeing as you only live the floor above hers

And then looks like she’s having a heat stroke when you give her a kiss on the cheek

Acting like she didn’t like it even though, secretly, she’s wanting more of them from you

Actually kinda sad once your gone

Spends the rest of the night about you

More specifically, the way you make her feel..

Note:

This actually took way longer than I thought but I actually think I did good on this for once.

I hope y’all like it!! Please remember to request, seriously, I don’t mind!!!

[catchyhuh]

Hello I am DEVOURING your headcanons. they're so so so fun to read dude, you have no idea. I'd be honored to fuel the beast 👍

As a hypothetical au, if the gang (pops included) were to be in a band together, what roles do you think they would have? Who'd be the front/ on vocals, who would play what instruments, would one of them take the manager role (or maybe which side character would be their manager?), etc etc??

Cheers, and welcome to tumblr!)

SEE THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKIN ABOUT!! I’D NEVER HAVE EVEN CONSIDERED THIS WITHOUT YOUR ASK! THANK YOU SO MUCH! for both the inspiration and the kind words/welcome :)

ok battle of the bands let’s see…

lupin:

known attention whore = MADE for the too self important lead vocalist whose ego eventually breaks up the band. it’s just that by standard lupin miracles nobody has even considered that as an option! but just saying “main character is the frontman” is boring so let’s go further

lupin probably had like piano lessons as a kid per the hyper decadent lifestyle of the family, but he only retained like. don’t stop believin maybe. piano isn't totally his style in a BAND band, like he COULD do keyboard reasonably if he wanted but he thinks it looks silly so he doesn’t because he’s just. like that. it's his band he gets to do whatever

jack of all trades master of none most likely. can play a little on the guitar, bass, bagpipes for all i care, jaw harp, elementary school recorder, etc, but it’s mostly for show. he’d kill on drums but that’s in the BACK and HE can’t be in THE BACK

jigen: 

a second in command comfortable with being second in command? jigen wouldn’t even be on the stage if it was up to him, he’d just play his part like standing on the steps to the platform

guitar, but prefers acoustic. he processes the notes better if they're like, "organic" like that, not to say he CAN'T do electric guitar, and he admits it sounds pretty sick time to time, but he has his preference. he loves the sound of piano, too, but he doesn’t have the fingers for it, and he’d LOVE to do saxophone but learning it is a real task and it’s hard to juggle murder, burglary, and lessons simultaneously. maybe if he ever retires. and if that smoker’s lung capacity doesn’t have anything to say about it

jigen’s gonna be causing beef about the music styles for sure. and lupin’s like “you LOVE rock” and he’s like “but this is specifically is shit. actually take it down a few steps pal let’s just do some billy joel” “WE HAVE AN AMP.”

fujiko:

oh god she has a beautiful singing voice. you know it, i know it, everyone does, and maybe she’ll sing once in a while, but her REAL deal is managing.

oh she LOVES being on that clunky flip phone going “my talent would sooner play a swamp than take pocket change from your dinky little joint” and really none of the others like the setup side of playing live music so really it works out! plus she gets to hit ‘em with the agent royalties. best of both worlds

could probably play damn near any instrument if she really tried, but she doesn’t care too much to make that effort, at least not for this purpose. she likes listening and dancing to music more anyway! it’s probably why she doesn’t sing too much despite her natural gift there. i bet she'd be hands on if they made a music video or something though

goemon:

you know what instrument/position perfectly encapsulates “often overlooked but everything would fall apart without them”? THE BASS. and let’s be honest nothing hits like a sick bass line. auditory equivalent of watching this guy slice the moon in half or some shit

initially i see him not getting why anyone would want to do this? the recording he gets, he’d wanna listen to this again later too, and the live music he understands, because it’s more. personal. frankly cooler. but performing for strangers? but au or not MONEY IS A HELL OF A MOTIVATOR! 

they’re not even that type of band and yet goemon is absolutely the dreamboat pick with all the fans. it’s so funny he himself doesn’t even care (the idea flatters him, but none of these people really know him, ergo the attraction isn’t completely bc of who he is as a person so he’s like hm. whatever) but lupin’s like we’re not a fucking boyband. and if we were a boyband WHY IS IT YOU AND NOT ME? 

could pull sales by himself tbh but he wouldn’t. he loves his friends he’s not bailing for money. no matter how often fujiko suggests i

zenigata:

wait. hold on i gotta look something up i feel like i just remembFUCK

I WAS GONNA SAY DRUMS. I WAS GONNA SAY DRUMS AND I DON’T WANT IT TO LOOK LIKE I'M JUST GOING THE BASIC ROUTE BUT REALLY IT’D BE GOOD FOR HIM TO GET SOME ENERGY OUT ON THOSE THINGS. also its symbolic because the drums are placed furthest away from the other instruments. it’s a music metaphor

okay let’s just forget the blurry t-shirt image. i’m sticking with drums. solid, consistent and neverfuckingending, just like he is. the first and last part of the song, most often. we love symbolism. as for why he’s here and his role in the madness? god knows. maybe he’s just doing it for the free drinks! i wouldn’t blame him! i can’t imagine the mental timeout i’d need touring with these people!

the only one that. not really clashes with fujiko's managing but the only one that has an opinion on the way they go about things. he probably went "what? why the hell would we open with that. what's the matter with you" and took the setlist and the others went. shrug. ok. and then he got on their backs about how they shouldn't be so passive this is a CAREER they're talking about!! HAVE AN OPINION ON THIS

a little addendum: it would be so cute if yata was also trying to manage them. like he’s fujiko’s assistant. man gets stuff DONE i can easily imagine the trade off of “yes i can schedule this. wait what are the hours? ooooh. lemme get you on the line with miss mine” and she just grins knowing she’s about to unload a whole schpeel on this phone guy. good cop bad cop managers. if i knew more about the band scene as a whole i bet i could throw some other thoughts in here but for now we'll just reach the honorary sixth guy :)

[delphi-dreamin]

I Just Wanna Be (The Girl You Like)

[Stream 2]

Some things come to light and Delphi gets some bonding time in with Asmo.

Characters: MC!Delphi, Asmodeus, Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub (mentioned), Belphegor, Leviathan (mentioned), Satan, unnamed succubus OC

Relationships: Asmo x Delphi, Lucifer x Delphi (mutual pining)

Word Count: 3319

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: some self-esteem issues, public sex (rented out spa), orgasm denial (I may have missed something. Lemme know, as always.)

Notes: Sorry it's 10:30 when I'm posting this. I'm switching to nights starting tomorrow, so I'm gonna be on a weird posting schedule for a couple months. We'll be back to regular scheduling the second week of May.

Previous | Next

Sunday - Morning

When Delphi wakes up, hair still damp and tangled up in Asmo’s arms, she’s so comfy and warm that she wants to just curl back up and go back to sleep. But Mammon’s on breakfast duty. And she’d promised Beel and Belphie that she would help out the next time he was on meal duty. So that it’d be edible.

She carefully extricates herself from Asmo’s grasp, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead before throwing on her pajamas and heading into the kitchen. She finds Mammon leaning on the counter, arms crossed and looking deep in thought.

“Morning, Mams,” she yawns, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him in for a hug. His bare chest is warm against her, and she sighs contentedly as he wraps his arms around her shoulders and holds her close.

“M-mornin’,” he stammers. She can practically hear him blushing and it causes her to grin.

“Want some help with breakfast?” she offers, looking up at him with a smile.

He shakes his head, scratching the back of his neck with a chuckle, “Only if you wanna help.”

“Mm, I’d love to,” Delphi replies, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. She pulls back, and points to the bowl of fruit on the counter. “Start cutting fruit. I’m gonna start on some pancakes and bacon.”

Mammon does as he’s told, grabbing a knife from the block on the counter and beginning the herculean task of cutting enough fruit for everyone and Beel. Delphi smiles, watching him for a moment, then goes to the dish cabinet to pull out the big mixing bowl. They work in silence for a while, Mammon cutting fruit, Delphi bustling around managing several pans’ worth of pancakes and bacon.

It had been hard at first, cooking for so many people. But Delphi had quickly gotten the hang of it. Though, cooking for Beel is still sometimes a challenge.

She’s just about done pulling pancakes from the pan when Mammon gently bumps her with his hip.

“So, I got somethin’ ya might wanna know,” he starts, frowning down at the stove.

“What is it, Mams?” Delphi asks, still pulling pancakes off the heat and plating them.

He takes a deep breath, scratching at the back of his neck. With a sigh, Mammon turns to face her, arms crossed but still looking anywhere but directly at her. “I think I heard Lucifer watchin’ your stream last night. Or at least old videos on your channel.”

Delphi freezes, looking up at him. His deep blue eyes are still averted, and he won’t meet her gaze even as she tries to get him to look at her. Finally, Delphi huffs, “Mammon, look at me!”

His eyes snap to hers, cheeks darkening with embarrassment.

“What do you mean you heard him watching my videos?” she asks.

Mammon sighs, leaning against the counter. “I was in the library last night and the door to his office was open. And I heard somethin’, some kinda noise, comin’ from inside. So I listened in and I could hear your voice.”

“And you’re sure I wasn’t in his office?” she teases halfheartedly.

“Yeah, I’m sure!” Mammon snaps. “You and Asmo were in your room, talkin’ about the stream like ya always do. Anyway, he sounded like he was watchin’ one of your old videos. I thought ya might wanna know.”

Delphi ponders this for a long moment, piling pancakes onto the serving platter in her hand. She checks the time and goes to pull the bacon out of the oven. Mammon has to catch her, though, shouting, “Stop! Stop! You’ll burn yourself!”

“Shit,” she sighs, stopping just as Mammon grabs her wrists. He grabs the pans out for her, setting them on the counter.

“Ya gotta be more careful,” Mammon chides, taking her hands and looking them over. “Ya didn’t burn yourself, did ya?”

“No, I’m fine, Mams,” Delphi replies, letting him look her palms over anyway. He’ll work himself into a tizzy otherwise. “I didn’t even touch the pans.”

Breakfast is a boisterous affair for a Sunday morning. Everyone is in attendance, even Levi, who’s usually still asleep at such an early hour. Delphi takes her seat between Asmodeus and Mammon, giggling and passing plates between them and across the table to Beel. Even Belphie doesn’t seem as tired as usual, a bright glint in his orchid eyes as he and Satan mutter back and forth to each other, glancing up at Lucifer every so often. The eldest, for his part, is mostly silent. He drinks his coffee, every now and then taking a bite of a pancake, and reads from a manila file folder in front of him.  

Once everyone but Beel finally has everything they need, Delphi tries to discreetly pull her D.D.D. from her pocket and shoot off a text to Asmo.

Me: We need to meet up and talk. Outside of the house.

Boo💋: But, darling! It’s spa day!

Me: Let’s go out for spa day today.

Me: I have news.

Boo💋: Fine…

Boo💋: But after our spa day, you’re spending the night in my room ♡

Me: Deal.

“Delphi,” Lucifer says from the head of the table, clearing his throat. “I know you have plans with Asmodeus today, but before you leave, I’d like to speak with you in my study.”

Delphi blinks, looking between Asmo and Lucifer with only thinly veiled confusion, but nods. “Okay. I’ll stop in after I get dressed.”

“Thank you,” the eldest replies. He gets up from the table and takes his dishes to the kitchen without another word and the rest of them are left staring after him.

“Has he ever requested anything from anyone?” Belphie asks after a moment, eyes wide.

Satan shakes his head and adds, “Or said thank you?”

“Hell’s gonna freeze over,” Mammon breathes, staring down at his plate, unblinking.

Delphi scoffs, “Oh, stop it!"

She pushes back from the table, grabbing her own dishes and storming off to the kitchen. She deposits her dishes in the sink for Levi to do and heads to her room to get dressed, still rolling her eyes at the dramatics from just a few moments before. They’d had a point, though. Lucifer doesn’t request anything. He demands. And you acquiesce because that’s just what you do.

After talking with Mammon, though, she isn’t sure what to think.

The hidden door to Lucifer's study is open when Delphi enters the library. As she approaches the passageway into the office, she hears him call from inside, “It’s open.”

With a deep breath and more than a little trepidation, she continues inside the office, stopping in front of Lucifer's grand desk. The dark wooden surface is littered with papers and folders, empty bottles of ink, broken quills, and the occasional rubber stamp. Lucifer sits behind it, elbow on the desktop and his head in his hand, graying locks clenched between gloved fingers.

Delphi gently clears her throat before asking, “You wanted to see me, Lucifer?”

“Yes,” the eldest replies, sounding more distant than he had at breakfast. He gestures to the armchairs in front of the fireplace behind her. “Please, pull up a chair. Have a seat.”

“Am I in trouble?” she tries to joke as she goes to get a chair and brings it back.

“Not at all,” Lucifer assures her, giving her a light smile. “I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.”

“Oh,” Delphi breathes, a relieved laugh escaping her lips. “I’m doing fine, really! I helped Mammon with breakfast this morning.”

“I noticed the lack of flour pockets in the pancakes,” Lucifer chuckles.

“You’re welcome,” she grins in response. “And Asmo is taking me out for our spa day today. But just in general, I’m doing great. I know I’m gonna have to leave in a few months, but I’m enjoying my time here. Since October, I’ve gotten to know everyone really well and it’s been…I dunno, it’s been fun.”

Lucifer nods, his smile dropping just a bit. “I’m glad to hear it. And how has your channel been doing?”

Delphi stops, gaping at him. Lucifer is usually the last to ask about her DevilFans, preferring to act like it doesn’t exist. They all know that she knows they know, but some of the brothers are more shy about it than others. Like Levi, he’d rather die than bring up her channel to her. And Mammon will only bring it up under dire circumstances, like earlier. Beel thinks it’s cool, though, and will chat with her and Asmo about it if given the chance.

But this is the first time Lucifer has brought it up of his own accord.

Mentally shaking away the shock, Delphi replies, “Yeah, it’s been doing well! I broke my views record last night, and Asmo and I are gonna talk shop while we’re out, I think. We have some ideas on how to grow the channel just a bit more before I have to leave. And then, of course, I can upload videos while I’m in the human world if I decide to continue with it.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows shoot up at that. “And are you considering it? Continuing the channel, I mean?”

Delphi nods. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it. I mean, I’ll need money when I come back and it’s a steady income that I don’t have to really think too much about. And I mean, it’s not like I have to report it on my taxes in the human world.”

Lucifer shakes his head with an amused sigh, “No, I suppose not. Well, all right. I won’t keep you. I know Asmo is waiting for you.”

“Okay,” she sighs, tucking her hair behind her ear. “It was good chatting with you, Lucifer. We should do this more often.”

With that, Delphi moves her chair back to its place in front of the fire and leaves, pushing the door closed behind her.

Lucifer watches her leave, her hips swaying in her cutoff shorts and her thighs tantalizingly wrapped up in black fishnet lace. He lets out a frustrated groan when the door shuts, letting his head fall to the desk in front of him. How is he supposed to chat with her more often when all he can think about when she’s around is how much he wants to rip off those tiny shorts and tights and have her right there on his desk?

Delphi can’t help the groan that leaves her throat. “Ohh, fuck,” she sighs. “Oh, right there. Sweet hell you’re good at that.”

Asmo giggles, turning to watch as her masseuse works out a particularly tough knot in her shoulder. His massage was done about five minutes ago, as hers should have been, but the tension in her muscles was something neither he nor the succubus performing her massage had planned on.

“Darling, what in the world have you been doing to be so tense?” he asks, resting his cheek on his folded hands.

“That’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about,” she replies as her masseuse finishes up. She adds, “Make sure you tip her well."

“Oh, I will, kitten. Don’t worry,” Asmo purrs, watching the succubus leave the room.

“Gross,” Delphi snickers. “Anyway, can we head to the bath now? I have news.”

A wicked grin forms on Asmo’s lovely lips. “Of course, kitten. Let’s go.”

They leave the massage room and go directly across the hall to the changing room for the baths. Since Asmo had reserved the entire place just for them, Delphi isn’t bothered about him joining her in the ladies’ changing room. She also isn’t bothered by him slipping into her shower stall to “help” her wash off the massage oils, letting her head fall to the side as his lips trail from her ear down her neck and across her shoulder, shivering as his hands roam her back, dipping down her sides and to her hips. She even relishes when he gently turns her around to tilt her head up and pull her in for a soft but heated kiss.

“Fucking hell, Asmo,” she sighs when he finally lets her go, feeling his pact mark on her inner thigh pulsing with warmth. He only smiles at her and takes her hand, leading her out of the changing room and into the baths.

The water is warm and rose-scented when they sink in, Asmo sitting down and pulling Delphi gently onto his lap. She grins, draping her arms over his narrow shoulders.

“I should have known you’d have something like this up your sleeve,” Delphi laughs.

“Don't I always?” Asmo replies with a sultry grin. “You did well last night, hon. I wanted to reward you.”

“Well, I’m always a sucker for a reward,” she replies, matching his grin. She allows him to take her by the hips and lift her up, guiding her back down to hover just above his hard cock. Delphi wiggles lightly in his grasp, a pout forming on her lips.

The Avatar of Lust lets her squirm for a moment, letting the heat in their pact build up as he teases lightly at her slit. He likes to act like he’s physically weaker than his brothers, that he can’t lift anything heavier than a facial roller because he doesn’t want to build too much muscle. Because he prefers a slight build. But Delphi knows from experience that the fifth-born is just as strong as any of his brothers and is more than capable of holding her exactly where he wants her when he feels like it.

Delphi is powerless to resist as Asmo lowers her slowly, whimpering as he slides in inch by agonizing inch. She groans when he finally sits her down fully on his lap, dropping her head to rest on his shoulder.

“Fuck, Asmo,” she breathes, shaky already.

Asmo chuckles, lifting her slowly once again. “You feel amazing, darling,” he purrs, letting her sink back down his shaft with a groan.

Her answering moan is positively sinful, and Asmo eats it up, taking her chin in one perfectly manicured hand and turning it to capture her lips with his own. The bath is his second favorite place to have her, when everything is warm and wet and their bodies can slide against one another without resistance. Even her lips, soft and warm, glide smoothly over his own, parting easily when he runs his tongue along their seam. It’s unhurried, the way their tongues slip and dance around each other, each savoring every little noise the other makes.

Delphi rocks her hips slowly for a few moments, her pace slowing until she’s sitting in Asmodeus’s lap, just enjoying the closeness. She breaks the kiss and rests her forehead against his, breathless and grinning.

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time,” she giggles, meeting his hazy amber eyes.

“It helps to have such a gorgeous partner,” Asmo replies, a lazy smile on his petal pink lips. He tucks a stray hair behind her ear and asks, “So, what did you want to talk about, hon?”

She yelps lightly as he reclines back, taking her with him. She crosses her arms over his chest and rests her chin on them, trying not to squirm as she feels him begin to gently thrust into her once more. She can feel her face flush, but she clears her throat and begins, “I talked to Mammon while we were making breakfast this morning.”

“Mhmm,” Asmo hums, his hands snaking down her waist to rest on her ass.

“He told me that he heard Lucifer watching one of my video-ohs last night,” she stammers, eyes crossing as he slams his hips into hers just once.

“Wait,” Asmo stops, realization dawning on him. “You don’t think Lucifer is…?”

“Wolf?” she finishes for him, taking the opportunity to grind down on him. It’s a game at this point. “I don’t know. But the way they talk is similar. And I think Lucifer is the definition of living close to me. But there’s no way Lucifer loves…”

The Avatar of Lust cups his human’s face in his hands, frowning at her. “No way he loves who? You? Are you saying that you’re not good enough for Lucifer to love? But you’re fine for me?”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Delphi sighs, not quite able to meet Asmo’s eyes.

“But it is,” he replies, his frown deepening. “Darling, you are more than good enough for Lucifer. Because you’re good enough for me. I love you more than words could ever express. And if my dear older brother doesn’t love you just as much, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

Delphi smiles, resting her head on her arms once again. “That was really sweet, boo. But you know it’s hard to take you seriously when I can feel your dick twitching inside me, right?”

The exaggerated, scandalized look on his face is enough to make Delphi giggle. She lets him bring them both up to sitting and bring her in for another kiss, this one soft and sweet. His deft hands massage her scalp, coaxing little groans of pleasure from her throat. He continues his ministrations until she’s whimpering and rolling her hips desperately, clinging to his shoulders for support.

She can feel herself on the very edge of bliss, but her pace isn’t quite enough to get her there, even with Asmo’s fingers tangled in her hair and digging deliciously into her scalp. Even with his lips working so tirelessly against hers, making every nerve within her light up, none of it is quite enough and the Avatar of Lust knows it.

He pulls back, smiling at her swollen lips and glowing pink irises. He untangles his hands from her hair, brushing it back from her face and tuts, “Do you want to come, darling?”

Delphi nods, whimpering, “I’m so close, baby. Please!”

Asmo chuckles darkly, his hands trailing to her hips and holing her still. “I don’t think you deserve it yet, hon,” he whispers, pecking her lightly on the lips.

“So, we’re gonna do the collab in two weeks,” Delphi muses, flipping through her planner to pencil in the event. “We’ll announce it on my stream next week, and then on yours the Monday after. And we can take some selfies together to turn into banner ads for our videos for the week leading up to the event. Sound good?”

Asmo frowns, taking a bite of the strawberry licorice in his hand. “I think we can do better than just some selfies, hon. I have a photographer friend who owes me a favor. Ooh! What if we did a boudoir shoot?”

Delphi grins, “I like it! Let’s do it!”

They lay tangled up in each other in Asmo’s bed, a horror movie playing quietly in the background. If Delphi tries to move, she’s reminded that they’re still joined, having wanted to feel him for as long as possible. And Asmo was more than happy to indulge her, letting her straddle his lap as she worked in her planner and running a hand up and down her spine.

“Perfect,” he purrs. “I’ll message my friend and let you know when we’re doing the shoot. Do you want to go find outfits for it tomorrow after classes?”

“I’d love to!” Delphi replies with a giggle. Shopping with Asmodeus is one of her favorite pastimes. And lingerie shopping? It’ll be an excellent time. She tosses her planner aside and lays her head against his chest, wrapping her arms around his narrow frame. With a smile, she murmurs against his skin, “Thank you.”

“For what, hon?” Asmo asks, tucking her hair behind her ear and frowning.

“For making a pact with me,” she sighs. “For being my best friend. For loving me.”

“You’re easy to love, kitten,” he chuckles, holding her just a little tighter.

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @sparkbeast20 @rensphilia @attic-club-sandwich @consolationblog

[tosaida]

“our actress”

take note! whole story is just skzflix but with twice members.

dahyun slowly woke up.

the first thing she sees is the sky.

“why didn’t you come today?”

sana’s voice was heard, making dahyun sit up.

she turns her head to sana.

“wh…who?” dahyun replied.

“i mean, why didn’t you come today? the art teacher said today’s class could’ve been better. the teacher wanted us to draw great facial expressions, but you didn’t show up.”

dahyun stays silent.

sana then ate her popsicle before taking out another popsicle and gave it to dahyun.

—

chaeyoung and nayeon were bicycling through the woods.

“at that point, you say, i have to go back.” chaeyoung says.

“well, we need a good actress for that.” nayeon replied.

“actually, i can easily find one!”

“hey, i’m the director, ‘kay?” nayeon giggles.

“eh?”

“keep that in mind, i’ll do the casting!” nayeon says as she looks at chaeyoung before looking back forward.

“i can find the right one so fast.” chaeyoung says.

nayeon sighs.

“i want to find… the right actress…”

she gets lost in her thoughts, not realizing how she’s bicycling faster than chaeyoung.

“i want to find a really amazing actress…” nayeon mutters.

“hey, slow down…!” chaeyoung calls out.

—

sana stood up and walks a few steps before stopping to turn to dahyun.

“wanna take a walk?” sana asked.

dahyun looked at her and took a bite of her popsicle before nodding.

“yeah, let’s go.” she replied.

they walked into the woods.

—

“why are you so fast? wait for me, nayeon-unnie!” chaeyoung said as she tried to cycle faster.

nayeon, still lost in her thoughts.

“i want to find… a really capable actress.” she mumbles.

chaeyoung furrows her eyebrows in frustration, still trying to go faster.

“hey wait for me! i’m not done talking about the script yet…”

—

as sana and dahyun walked, sana looks at dahyun and asks,

“by the way, why do you want to be an actress?”

“hmm… hmmmm… i can be free…. and i can become anyone.” dahyun replied.

she looks at sana before looking down.

“also when i see actresses like that, it’s like i’m seeing the wide world.” she added.

they continue walking.

—

nayeon suddenly stopped cycling, chaeyoung managed to catch up with her.

“why why why, did you find something?” chaeyoung said between panting.

nayeon took her monocular out, it pointed at 2 girls. she smiled.

“i think i found the one.” nayeon said.

“found what?” chaeyoung asked.

“our actress.”

chaeyoung takes the monocular from her, closing the other eye.

sana and dahyun.

“huh?”

—

“hello, a woman who’ll make a new era in the movie industry and become a master one day, i’m im nayeon.”

jihyo listened to the recording through her laptop.

“oh, the director i respect is steven spielberg, and i want to be like him…”

“jihyo-unnie, what what are you watching?” tzuyu said from the door.

jihyo looks up from her laptop.

“shoot sci-fi movies… and young adult romance movies… and…”

she closes her laptop.

“nothing, i’m just watching the videos of applicants.” jihyo replied.

“are there many applicants? i heard jeongyeon is preparing for the short film festival again.” tzuyu asked as she sat on the table.

“oh, is she?”

jihyo stood up, tzuyu standing up as well. as jihyo walked; she wrapped an arm around tzuyu’s shoulder.

they both walked towards the door as they talked.

“tzuyu-ah, what role do you want to take on if we make a short film this time?” jihyo asks as they both walk out.

“i want to be a camerawoman, but you’re better than me, unnie.”

“camera?”

“i’ll be an actress this time again.”

—

jeongyeon slams her hand onto the table before standing up and looking at momo, tzuyu, mina, and jihyo.

“we’re gonna make something this time as well.” jeongyeon says.

momo claps SO FUCKING LOUD AND AGGRESSIVE, tzuyu looking at her as if she was a weirdo.

“what’s it gonna be about this time?” momo asks.

“i’m not worried about shooting.” mina said, smiling.

“i’m gonna meet the director and the writer.” jeongyeon replied.

—

nayeon was holding a rolled up paper in front of jeongyeon, tzuyu, momo, mina, and jihyo. suddenly, she let a finger off and the paper unrolled, showing a list of their awards. she had a smug on.

“this is our award history.” nayeon says, proud of herself.

“ohhh, pretty good!” tzuyu says, impressed.

momo claps AGGRESSIVELY AND FUCKING LOUD, causing the other 4 to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

“this time, we’re gonna talk about protagonists who came to see old friends and must go back again. we’re gonna talk about parallel worlds.” chaeyoung explained.

momo was gonna clap again till mina took her wrists.

“momoring, stick to your principles.” mina says, making momo put her hands down.

—

sana and dahyun were sitting next to each other; nayeon, chayeoung, and jeongyeon sitting next to each other in front of the two girls.

“i like it.” sana says, looking at dahyun

dahyun looks back.

“oh, okay then.” dahyun replied.

jeongyeon stood up.

“then, i’ll just be waiting for the story.” jeongyeon says before walking away.

—

6 girls playing basket ball, chaeyoung explaining the script, sana and tzuyu sitting at the bleachers.

“after noticing the parallel world, dahyun passes by her friends. and then, you’ll look awesome on the screen!” chaeyoung explains to dahyun.

the ball is passed to dahyun.

“eh? me?” she says, throwing the ball to the hoop.

it misses.

jihyo pants.

yet, sana claps for dahyun’s try. she then looks at the plastic bag she was sitting next to. it had snacks in it.

“tzuyu, you’ll have coffee mi-“ sana cuts herself off when tzuyu is already getting the coffee milk.

jihyo suddenly sits next to tzuyu and takes her coffee milk, drinking it as she giggles at an annoyed tzuyu.

—

nayeon, jeongyeon, and momo were preparing the special effects.

there was a long board, the other edge having an open bag of flour.

“is this right?” nayeon asked.

jeongyeon thought for a little.

“…we’ll just give it a try…” jeongyeon replied.

the 3 stood up.

“if you step on the edge of the board like this, an awesome effect will pop up behind dahyun!” nayeon explains before walking a few steps away from it.

momo walked towards it to try it.

“i’ll try it, so give me a sign on when to start.” momo said.

jeongyeon stands beside nayeon and looks at her.

“nayeonnie, you give the sign.” jeongyeon says.

nayeon nods and looks at momo.

“then start now!” nayeon said.

momo steps on the edge of the board, making the bag of flour fly up the sky, making a look-a-like smoke. it results the 3 to start coughing cause of how much flour had gotten out.

momo gives a thumbs up to the 2, signaling she’s alright.

“it’s fine, you did great. good job, good job.” nayeon says, giving a thumbs up back as jeongyeon is still coughing.

—

the 9 girls are in a bus on the way home.

“i have to go back now…” sana mumbles to herself as she looks down.

she then turns to the others.

“how was it? it was good, wasn’t it?” she asked, but the others were asleep.

nayeon and jeongyeon laying their heads together,

momo and jihyo laying together,

tzuyu’s head against the window sleeping as mina’s head is on her shoulder sleeping as well,

dahyun sitting beside sana with her head laid against the window.

sana looks back down.

—

“stand by!” nayeon says.

“now, scene no. 32!” she adds before chaeyoung puts down the clapper, making a loud clap.

“ready, action!”

dahyun ran to sana and tzuyu. sana was holding a little box of milk.

“we have to go find them!” dahyun said.

momo steps on the board, letting up the flour. but… sana accidentally dropped the box of milk. dahyun sighs.

“cut!” nayeon says loudly.

“unnie, how can you drop the milk?” dahyun said before getting it and giving it to sana.

then multiple ‘cut’s later. . .

finally…

dahyun ran up to sana and tzuyu.

“we have to go find them.” dahyun said in a more stern voice before momo steps on the board.

“cut!” nayeon says, proud.

sana and dahyun laugh together.

—

the 9 hang out for a while before finally reviewing the final result of the scene they did.

the scene with sana, dahyun, and tzuyu.

they were… impressed by the effects!

“woooooaaaaahhhh!” all of them exclaimed.

“hey, director!” dahyun teased, pointing at chaeyoung

“hey, hey, hey! camera! who’s camera-“ chaeyoung asked.

the 7 talking about how the final result came good, proud of themselves and everyone.

“you’re perfect, sana-unnie!” dahyun said, wrapping an arm around sana’s shoulder, complimenting her.

“uhuh.” sana mutters.

—

they were viewing the ending in the theatre, it was jeongyeon’s birthday. dahyun and tzuyu sitting together while the others are standing and lighting up the candles on jeongyeon’s cake.

“sorry guys, there’s not much time left. i’ll say goodbye in advance…” tzuyu’s thought was speaking in the film.

dahyun turning to tzuyu.

dahyun noticed something in the film. she moved a little, trying to find-

“where’s sana-unnie?” dahyun asked before looking at tzuyu.

tzuyu raised an eyebrow.

“hmm?” she was confused.

“where’s sana-unnie? we we’re shooting together.” dahyun asked again.

tzuyu looked at her, still confused.

“who’s that?” tzuyu replied.

dahyun became silent and stood up, running to jeongyeon and the others.

“where’s sana-unnie?” dahyun asked.

“…who’s ‘sana’?” jeongyeon replied, confused.

“sana-unn-“ dahyun cuts herself, off, sighing before running out.

jihyo runs after her.

—

dahyun ran to her and sana’s usual meetup place. when she got there, she was panting.

she saw sana sitting at the bench.

they both looked at each other,

silent.

…

it really does take long to get over a best friend’s accident.

[janeykath318]

Steve’s Christmas Miracle Chapter 2

Christmas Eve saw Steve camped out in front of his still undecorated fireplace, trying to stay engrossed in a novel and fend off his friends’ holiday cheer. Bucky and Sam had sent him videos from Louisiana and both looked very festive and very merry. He noted with a spark of delight that Bucky was very cozy with Sarah Wilson and seemed to act downright giddy around her.

“They don’t need me,” he thought. “I would have just been a downer to the fun.”

Feeling better about his decision to skip Christmas, he returned his attention to his book and was soon lost to the world……

“Well, well, well. Would you look at this depressing man cave.”

“Yeah. I could have done SO MUCH with this.”

“And not even a cute doggo wearing a Santa Hat!”

Steve jerked awake to the sound of three female voices in his immediate vicinity. He blindly groped for his shield before he remembered it wasn’t his anymore. His eyes widened when he recognized the women in front of him, well, two of them anyway. The third looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.

“Peggy? Nat?” he gasped. “Did someone drug me? Am I dead? And who are you?”

The third woman, a very gorgeous brunette, grinned at him and waved.

“I’d be offended that you don’t remember me, but in your defense, it’s been eighty years. I’m Darcy. I used to wait tables at Charlie’s.”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve remembered, “Bucky loved flirting with you. I loved watching you shoot him down every single time.”

Darcy grinned. So she wasn’t quite as unnoticed as she thought.

“But, how…..” Steve continued. “All three of you are dead, right? Or this is some crazy dream I’m having.”

“Steve, you’re not dead or drugged. We’re here for an intervention,” Peggy told him firmly. “You’ve hidden away for over a year and it’s becoming unhealthy. I know you’re grieving, but you’re not healing, and you’ve lost your Christmas Spirit.”

Steve smiled a touch sarcastically.

“So, I’m Scrooge, then? Perfect. Bah! Humbug!” He scowled and then chuckled mirthlessly. “I suppose you’re gonna teach me a “lesson.” The sarcasm was thick in his tone and there was a troubling hardness to his eyes.

Peggy sighed and Nat and Darcy looked at each other in concern.

“He’s worse than I thought,” Nat whispered.

“Oh, dear,” Darcy murmured. She was struggling to reconcile this Steve with the quiet kid who’d smiled at her. She thought she preferred Skinny! Steve, honestly.

“Don’t be a dick, Steve,” Natasha said bluntly. “I didn’t trade my life for the soul stone just to see you waste the rest of yours away. Now get your ass up and listen to Peggy. She’s going to take you on a little trip down memory lane.”

“And if I refuse?” Steve asked, crossing his arms stubbornly.

Peggy gave him the look that had made countless officers, world leaders, and Howard Stark quake in their boots. Steve swallowed. He’d never had that particular expression aimed at him before.

“Oh, alright. I guess the sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can be alone again,” Steve sighed in annoyance. “What do I do?”

“Hold this,” Peggy instructed, handing him a glowing metal ball that felt surprisingly cool for how bright it looked. “Now, we’re going to go back and visit your past. Nobody will be able to see or hear you. Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Steve grumbled. Peggy snapped her fingers and the cabin disappeared, replaced by a tiny apartment in Brooklyn. Furnishings were sparse and it was rather dilapidated, but meticulously clean and had a cheery air about it. Pine cones and paper garlands decorated the homely kitchen and a small blonde boy sat at the table, concentrating deeply on the letter he was working on.

“Steve, honey. Dinner’s ready. Have you finished your letter to Santa?”

Steve’s heart lurched at the sound of his mother’s voice and he stared in wonder as Sarah Rogers placed her hand on young Steve’s shoulder.

“Ma….” he breathed out longingly.

“Do you remember this?” Peggy asked.

“Yeah,” Steve said hoarsely.

“Almost done, Ma!” young Steve proclaimed, carefully signing his name and folding up the letter with painstaking neatness.

Sarah set a bowl of something hot and delicious smelling in front of her son, and smiled her approval.

“What did you ask Santa for, darling?” she asked, sitting down across from him with her own bowl.

Steve scrawled “SANTA” on the envelope and solemnly set it aside.

“I can’t tell you, ma. ‘Cause then It won’t come true.”

“Good point,” Sarah responded merrily. “Well, I’m sure Santa will do his best to make your wish come true. In the meantime, I thought after supper we could do our special reading of A Christmas Carol.”

Young Steve’s eyes lit up.

“Will you do the funny voices?”

“Absolutely. And you’ll do Tiny Tim very well again,” Sarah told him. “Now let’s say grace and enjoy our soup.”

Steve felt his eyes grow misty as he watched his younger self clasp Sarah’s hand as she blessed the food.

“You two looked so happy,” Peggy commented softly.

“We were very happy, Despite being dirt poor and me being sick half the time. She loved me so much……” Steve’s voice cracked, and he blinked away tears.

Peggy thoughtfully gave him time to regain his composure before indicating it was time to move on.

“Where to?” He asked curiously.

“Bucky’s bachelor pad,” Peggy informed him with a smirk as she snapped her fingers again.

Steve found himself inside the equally shabby and considerably more grungy apartment he’d shared with Bucky. It was rather clumsily decorated, with some ragged garlands around the walls and a very scrawny Christmas Tree in the corner.

Steve smiled fondly as he watched his youthful self laughing and joking with Bucky and Becca and her family around the small table. It was the Christmas after Becca had been married and she’d brought dinner over to Bucky and Steve.

Steve craned to hear snippets of their conversation.

“……So he’s lucky I stepped in before he got even more hurt trying to play hero. I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, punk,” Bucky sighed, elbowing Steve, who was sporting several bruises on his cheek and looked completely unrepentant.

“Well, someone’s gotta stand up to the bullies,” Steve shrugged, taking another helping of potatoes. “Did you tell Becca that you’ve finally met a woman who’s immune to your ridiculous flirting?”

Bucky scowled and Becca perked up.

“Oooh? Do tell! Who is finally ignoring your terrible lines?”

“There’s a new waitress at Charlie’s and she’s got quite a mouth on her, shutting him down with sass,” Steve snitched. “It’s fantastic.”

He related the latest tale of Bucky’s rejection with great aplomb, which resulted in much teasing and a slightly sulky Bucky. He cheered up as presents were exchanged and Steve watched the cozy memory with a soft smile.

“Christmas 1940,” he mused. “The last truly happy Christmas before it all went to hell. They were so good to me. I’m glad none of us knew what was going to happen.”

Peggy shot him a sympathetic look.

She snapped her fingers again and the scene shifted to a cold wintry night in France where the Howling Commandos were hunkered down in what could only be described as a hovel, bundled up to their noses, but all smiling cheerily as they exchanged stories and shared goodies from various care packages.

“Aww, Dum-Dum,” Steve sighed fondly. “He kept up the Christmas Spirit, even in the worst of circumstances. I wasn’t too keen on celebrating, but I realized how important it was to keep morale up. We had a contest as to who could spin the wildest Christmas yarn, then talk about what we were going to do the first Christmas home. Helped keep us going.”

Steve’s voice trailed off as he watched his younger self peek at the picture in his compass.

“By the way, I’m sorry we never got that dance,” Steve told her. “I’m not a man who goes back on his promises.”

“I know you aren’t,” Peggy told him. “And I never held that against you. Don’t let the rest of your life be defined by what ifs. I had a great life and I’ve spent the afterlife helping others find that too. You, Steve, are my last mission and I am very invested in this succeeding. Now, come on, we’ve got another Christmas to look at.”

The scene switched again and this time they were back at Avenger’s Tower in the middle of a lively Holiday party. Everyone was wearing Ugly sweaters and sipping eggnog and generally being jovial.

“Gotta admit, Capsicle,” Tony remarked, “ you entered into the spirit of the ugly sweater contest with impressive dedication. I’m not even mad about losing to you. That right there takes the cake. Barton is gonna be pouting for weeks.”

Past Steve puffed out his chest a bit.

“Why, thank you, Tony. Never let it be said that I didn’t make an effort.”

He wiggled his arm, making the tiny bells on his sweater jingle.

“How in the world did you find that holiday monstrosity anyway?” Tony queried.

“The magical world of the internet,” Steve said in an exaggerated tone of awe and wonder, making Tony snort. “Believe it or not, I can use Google.”

“You’ve come a long way since the whole “It runs on some sort of electricity” moment,” Tony observed. “I’m so proud.” He wiped a fake tear from his eye, then clapped Steve on the shoulder and wandered over to Bruce.

“Man, I miss this,” Steve whispered, watching his past self laughing with Natasha over Clint’s terrible karaoke attempts.

“You six made quite the team,” Peggy complimented.

“For a few years, anyway,” Steve said distantly. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m still here and they aren’t.”

He nodded at Tony and Natasha.

“Survivor’s guilt?” Peggy asked. He nodded.

“I think the world needed them more than me,” he confessed.

“And on that note, I’m going to hand you off to Darcy, who will help you see that your statement is completely wrong,” Peggy announced. “Hang on, Steve.”

She snapped again and everything went dark.

[foxingpeculiar]

AC6 Blogging:

Behold, for I have vanquished the mighty ice worm! On the third try, too. The first one I restarted cos I was just like… overwhelmed: it’s very hard to track and that stun needle thing does NOT fire quickly. The second time I got blown up once it got to its final stage where it’s going all nuts. Third time was the charm.

Terminal armor is fucking great, by the way. I’ve won multiple fights now (Rusty in the arena; Raven in the campaign) with 00001 AP because of that mod. Still rocking the same build I was before, although 1) I painted it red because I was finding it too hard to take the story seriously with the whole Hello Kitty thing, and 2) post-ice worm, I just got some new bell bottom-lookin’ legs I’m interested to try out. I tried a couple different armaments (including a very snazzy-looking laser rifle), but haven’t found one I like better for the RF slot than the Gatling gun. Gonna try this machine gun though. Also just switched out my booster for the first time in a minute, but have felt no need to fuck with the generator or FCS—my outputs are fine.

Also, breezed through B-rank arena. That one dude was giving me grief the other night, but this afternoon I got through him and everyone else (if by the skin of my teeth, as previously noted) in one try.

Story reflections:

It feels like the pace of the story kicked up a notch in the last few missions. I met (and blew up) a previous Raven, which I suspect is an allusion to the earlier games in the series? But I don’t know. They seem more principled than just about anyone else, so that’s something.

Then there was the journey back into the cave, wherein 2 things stood out to me. 1) The phrase “deploy Ibis,” in response to some kind of “mutation.” Which seems to suggest the whole Fires of Ibis catastrophe wasn’t some kind of accident or natural occurrence—it was intentionally done to destroy something specific. And 2) Learning more about Dolmayan and what his whole deal is. He seems, from the recovered writing, kinda… a few marbles short of a full bag, let’s say, but then again I am also hearing a disembodied female voice, so who am I to say?

It was interesting watching the two corporations and the RaD all come together, and even flatter one another (I’m thinking of that one Red Guns guy trying to convince Rusty to come to the “other side,” that bit). Especially after listening to Ayre talk about Raven (the other one), that ambivalence kind of underlines the whole… unprincipled nature of everyone here. Hired guns following orders from self-interested manipulators, no real consideration of the actual consequences of their actions by anyone. All that. That seems very much at the heart of this game.

I’m still not sure what Ayre means when she describes the Coral as her family. She calls herself a wave in the ocean (or something like that) but like… that’s sort of vague. Whatever she/it is, it’s obviously related to 1) what Dolmayan encountered, 2) whatever was mutating that precipitated Ibis, and 3) whatever it is Walter is actually after here.

The PS5 screen tells me I’m 60% through the game. So we’ll see. And I’ve been told that doing an NG+ run is pretty essential cos there’s different content, so I might zoom through one of those once I’m done.

In other video game news, I’ve got Tears of the Kingdom on deck, I just downloaded Sea of Stars, and I’ve decided to get myself an Xbox and Starfield for my birthday because I’m a grown-ass person and I can afford it. I’ve never had any of the Xboxes, but as I understand it, 1) the Series X is hella backward compatible, and 2) Game Pass is a thing. Which opens up a lot of possibilities.

[thats-the-teen-spirit]

Paramore - This Is Why in-depth album review

As for someone growing up in the emo scene, Paramore has always been the band that meant constant change for me. The band that could release any type of music tomorrow and I could bop my head to it. I enjoy pretty much everything they released so far in their career and I must say, when I heard the singles I didn’t know that this album would hold this many surprises.

1. This Is Why

Both the first single and the opening track of the album. The guitar is really funky, much like on the previous record After Laughter, the melodies are classic Paramore, just how everyone in the Parafamily likes it. I personally don’t know the writing process of the lyrics but it sounds like it was written during the quarantine times because it sounds like Hayley was actually a bit agoraphobic, and was actually scared to leave her house. I also adore the video of this song, it’s the weirdness and the quirkiness that I love this band for.

2. The News

Second single, second song on the record. The News is about being scared to watch or listen to any news outlet because all they do is bring the listener/watcher down. The parallels between the dark thoughts in someone’s head and the happenings that are actually out there are terrifying. The instrumental is a really dark but clean melody that with a little distortion could sound like an early Paramore song, even the pre-chorus reminded me of crushcrushcrush. This song is one of my favorites off the album.

3. Running Out of Time

This song is pretty straightforward, as the title suggests it’s about running out of time, always making excuses and being late. Around the bridge Hayley realizes that it’s best to accept that she’s never gonna be not out of time. Instrumentally the song follows similar song structure as This Is Why, the guitars are similar to that song too, barely any distortion or effect, weird time signature, it looks like that’s Paramore in 2023.

4. C’est Comme Ça

Undoubtedly the weirdest song on the album. Many of the fans didn’t like it after the first listen but honestly, for me the weirdness of this song is what makes it so good. C’est Comme Ça or in English ‘That’s The Way It Is” is about acceptance of failure when it comes to getting better. As someone going through hardships currently the line that say: ‘In a single year, I aged one hundred’ got instantly memorable for me. Hayley talks about healing and how her own self prevents being healed, self-sabotaging herself to the point of regression. She even admits: “getting better is boring”. Everyone has doubts about themselves getting better and this song shows Hayley is no exception.

5. Big Man, Little Dignity

For such an chill song this is one of the angriest lyrics I encountered in recent Paramore songs. Hayley sings about a man (or it can mean people like him in general), that are not held accountable for their actions. She says “she can’t look away” because they’re like “a movie that she loves to hate”. She’s waiting patiently for the demise of the previously mentioned men but when it doesn’t happen she gets disappointed. It looks like it’s the same old story over and over again and she’s really disappointed. She hopes for a different outcome too but that’s also not happening. Instumentally this song is nothing special, some chill guitar playing and slow tempo, but the lyrics are in the focus anyway so it doesn’t matter anyways.

6. You First

Not gonna lie, the first couple notes of this song were a little jarring to my ear. The drumbeat sounded also a little off. But when the verse kicked in it transformed this song to the best song on the album for me. The verses and the chrorus sound like they could be from the All We Know is Falling era. It’s like Hayley voice can’t get older from her 16 year old self. The song follows a similar theme as the previous one, she sings about revenge and that karma will reach us all. The best line on the album is in this song too: “Turns out I’m living in a horror film, where I’m both the killer and the final girl”. This song is pure emo excellence. I love it.

7. Figure 8

To my surprise You First wasn’t the only nostalgic sounding song on the album. This song is about endless pessimism, the fact that she can’t break away from these negative thoughts, these go on on forever. “spinning in an endless figure 8″. These lyrics are probably the most melancholic sounding ones so far. Eventually the song got a little boring for me. The chrorus undoubtedly screams early Paramore though which is one of the best things about it.

8. Liar

This song is about Hayley’s love to fellow band member Taylor York, and how admitting it to herself must be wrong. She says she got good at fighting it, Around the bridge she admits her love and says she’s not ashamed of it. This song is a sappy love song about being vulnerable with someone and how hard it is for everyone who feels that way. It’s a little too bland for me but it’s a really chill one for melancholic nights.

9. Crave

Probably the single most relatable song for me on the record. Crave follows a similar thought that After Laughter started back in 2017, but is about accepting the journey through mental illness instead of denying it. “I romanticize even the worst of times When all it took to make me cry was being alive” - these lyrics have to be relatable to everyone who have dealt with depression in the past, The chorus is a little repetitive but has a lot of power in it. Definitely the song that needs the most replays for me.

10. Thick Skull

This melancholic closing track features a mellow instrumental with drone sounds, shoegaze elements, weird drum patterns, the whole package. The song is about leaving the toxic managers and naysayers behind that caused Hayley and the rest of the band many insecurities in the past. As Hayley said in an interview: “This being the last album of this era of our career as part of the same contract I signed as a teen, I just want to leave all those fears and the bullshit here. I’m not taking it with me any further.” Good for her and for the whole band, It’s really an end of an era that is this song is the perfect closure for.

[ventihonklightice]

Clingy || Wilbur Soot

word count: 3.5k

~~~

Y/N had been lounging around the flat all day as her boyfriend filmed videos with his fellow Minecraft friends. Wilbur had currently been recording with Tommy and Quackity, another one of their wild Minecraft mod videos. She knew her love was busy and had his responsibilities with his own videos alongside the ones made with his friends, but she had been scrolling through Twitter and saw that he had just gotten verified. There was no way he knew about the news as he had been busy all day doing his job.

A smile grew on her face as she rushed to his bedroom door to share the great news, however she paused as she heard the nature of his current discussion with his friends.

“- but she’s been good. We’ve been really good,” Y/N smiled at his words, seemingly knowing it was about her. That smile quickly disappeared at the words her boyfriend was about to spew. “Just, she’s been kind of needy and clingy or something,” Wilbur shook his head not fully understanding his own words, looking at the wall behind his monitor too lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite understand his own thoughts half of the time, especially today as all he has done was played Minecraft. Slowly, the hate he has been receiving has been catching up to him, forcing him into this pit he’d never thought he’d be in which added to the stress that fueled his words. “Like she thinks she always has to be with me. Right now even, she’s at the flat.” Wilbur ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he proceeded to explain his relationship. “I love her, I do, but I can’t even be with her right now so I don’t understand why she has to be here,” he confessed, mind clouded with tiredness masked by the wine he downed in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Y/N furrowed her brows leaning forward to listen further. “Well, she loves you, so what do you expect her to do? Not want to be with you?” She heard an American accent, likely belonging to Quackity.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just- I’m not used to this. It’s been a while since I’ve seriously been with a girl like this before. I just need space, but she wants to be around me constantly. It’s annoying.” The anger, the annoyance, and the frustration were all evident in his voice, making Y/N second guess a lot of her choices the past few days. She looked down at her hands, the mustard sleeves reaching past her palms belonging to the man behind the door she leaned on.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to push back her tears before she walked away, not being able to listen to him any further. Her eyes began to water more and more as bothering him was the very last thing she had ever wished to do. She sat on the couch before pulling the jumper off of her body, folding it neatly in her hands before pulling on her shoes.

Fanning her face quickly to reduce any possible puffiness or redness, Y/N timidly knocked on the door to Wilbur’s room. “Hold on guys,” he spoke to his friends, muting himself on discord. “Yeah?” She heard his deep voice call from the other side, taking it as her cue to push the door open. His hair fluffed about as he turned to face her. “Hey what’s up?” He asked with a soft smile.

“I uh think I’m gonna head home, got an early shift tomorrow and all,” she spoke softly while avoiding his gaze. Y/N wasn’t one to lie so she felt guilty for doing so but she didn’t know what else to do.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her words. She almost always stays the night, especially when she works early because he lives closer to her job.

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y-You always do,” he muttered with slight concern in his words as he took his headset off.

She shook her head lightly, “nah it’s alright. Gotta water the plants,“ Y/N fiddled with the door handle as her other hand traced the sweater, knowing full well she doesn’t have any plants.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” he stood up, adjusting the chair in order to do so. Y/N reached out to him, his jumper resting in her hand, “where’d you like me to put this?”

He stood up, increasingly getting confused at her actions because he knew that she loved wearing his clothes and stealing them any chance she got. “I-I’ll um, just toss it on the bed,” he pointed to the made bed, slipping on his shoes to walk her out.

She felt his form loom over her as he walked with her out of the flat and to her car. They walked in silence, uncharacteristically. Wilburs’s hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants lost in his thoughts as he heard her car alarm He walked to the driver’s side, lost in his thoughts while he opened the door for her.

She approached the door, getting ready to sit in the driver’s seat before turning to Wilbur to bid goodbye. He leaned down to kiss her, standard for all of their farewells, but she turned her head at the last second, his lips crashing onto her cheek. His heart dropped at the odd situation he was placed in, wondering why this was happening.

“I-I’ll see you later,” she smiled softly before sitting down and preparing to drive.

He could let her go like this. He had to know if things were good, okay even. Before he shut the door, he leaned down a bit to get closer to her. “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off, darling.”

“Y-yeah I’m just really tired,” she chuckled humorlessly, placing a hand on her forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

“If you’re that tired you could stay here,” his voice practically pleaded, assuring her once more that she always had a place there.

“I-I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her words were soft along with her eyes, but she just wanted to give him what he desired; space.

“You sure?” He asked once more, extremely concerned, but what answer was he really expecting? Y/N nodded her head, “positive.”

“Alright, text me when you get home,” he leaned back, preparing to shut the door for her. She nodded her head, pushing her keys into the ignition. “I love you,” he spoke sincerely, bending down so that she’d be able to see him better once more. There was an emotion in YN’s eyes that he couldn’t recognize, but the smile on her face was sad. “I-you too, I’ll see you later,” she fiddled with her keys before meeting his gaze.

His heart shattered at the words. You too? What the hell is that suppose to mean?

He gave a tight smile before shutting the door for her. You too, the words echoed in his mind as he began walking back to the front door, pausing his steps on the pavement to watch her pull out of the driveway. He sighed before turning back to his path home. Upon returning, the place felt dimmer without her presence and he quickly took note of that.

Letting out a huge sigh, he plopped down at his desk, unmuting himself on Discord. “Sorry bout that, I’m back. J-Just walking Y/N out,” he spoke, taking the only opportunity his friends quieted down to speak.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yelled as the rest of the VC, which now had Niki, Jack and Fundy, errupted in chaos. “W-What? What the fuck happened?”

“Dude you got verified on Twitter,” Quackity shouted. His eyes went wide, opening the light blue app to see if it was true. Sure enough, a small check mark emphasized his name. He beamed at the sight of it, rushing to make a tweet about how grateful he was.

He went back to his feed, noticing that Y/N had made a tweet about ten or so minutes prior.

y/n✨| @yourusername

so proud of my favorite boy getting verified <3 love you @WilburSoot !!

His heart clenched at the tweet, being drawn back to the events that occurred moments beforehand. He liked and retweeted it, watching his fans swoon at the couple’s interaction without knowing what was happening behind closed doors, before getting back to his friends being completely distracted by thoughts on the girl he loves.

~~~

Y/N never texted him to tell him that she was home. She woke up late that morning seeing a few texts from him about twitter, how his stream went and so on.

As she looked at the time on her phone, realizing the lie she told him about working early and chose not to answer quite yet.

She spent the rest of her day around the house, cleaning, cooking or watching TV. She wasn’t in any mood to go on social media, not wanting to interact with Wilbur quite yet. Y/N sighed thinking about yesterday, thinking that it would be a better idea to just give him some space.

And so she did, for several days before Wilbur’s worry consumed him.

He sat on Discord with his friends, days after his last interaction with his girlfriend. “It’s just weird because she’s never like this. She always calls or texts me whenever she gets the chance regardless of whether or not I ask,” he expressed to his friends as they were fucking around on their own Minecraft world. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing in the game, just aimlessly pressing buttons and moving his mouse as he thought of Y/N.

Tommy chuckled shortly, “now look whos being needy.”

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur explained, running a hand across his chin, fingertips gracing his incredibly overgrown stubble. “Look I’m just saying,” the blond furthered, “there’s no need for you to say she’s clingy or whatever when your freaking out over a text! Like you saw her less than what, two, three ago?”

Wilbur shook his head, fuming now, “Oh my god, shut the fuck up Tommy! How would you, a literal child, know anything about what’s going on? You’ve barely hit puberty!” His outburst caused his friends to quiet down, them not being used to anger being directed in such a way.

“Wilbur,” Tommy started once again, becoming more serious, “I know you. You worrying over a few short days almost disproves everything you said the other day. I think you don’t know how to handle affection well, not that she’s clingy or whatever.” Hearing Tommy acting serious and not childish for this one second made something snap within Wilbur, knowing that the child was right.

He sighed, “I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. Everything is happening at once in my life right now and Y/N not talking to me has me worried. This isn’t what’s normal between us. It’s strange.”

“But isn’t this what you wanted? She isn’t being as ‘needy’ now. You got your wish, didn’t you?” George chimed in, hoping to help even though his own experiences with relationships hasn’t always been the best.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it, I don’t know why I even said that. I don’t mean it. I love when she’s around, I hate when she isn’t,” Wilbur went on, his thoughts focusing on the good memories he has with his girlfriend.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dream spoke ominously, feeling as if now was the most appropriate time to speak.

“I-I’m gonna call her,” the distressed twenty year old expressed, whipping out his phone to go to her number. As the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

“What if she got in an accident? Or someone kidnapped her or something?”He rushed before him and his friends heard “please leave a message for 3-“

“Wilbur, she’s probably fine. She probably had a long day at work or something,” Niki spoke, hoping to add a small but of optimism to the situation.

“Yeah but she would’ve told me that. She would’ve called me to rant about her day, and tell me how much she wanted to see me, but she didn’t.” He leaned back in his chair, getting more and more stressed out over this.

“I-I think I’m gonna head to her flat.”

~~~

The drive was long as his anxiety slowly but surely began to increase with every green light. He pulled into her complex, parking and building up the courage to confront her.

“It’ll be fine. Things are fine,” he muttered to himself as he walked up the steps to the familiar doormat.

He knocked on the door, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. After a minute, there was no response so he knocked again with more ergency.

“Just a minute,” he heard her soft voice yell out, flooding him with relief. The voice wasn’t as warm as it typically was, only increasing his nervousness.

Before he knew it, Y/N opened the door, eyes meeting his chest before trickling to his eyes. “Wilbur? What are you doing here?”

He froze, shocked at the situation that he forced upon himself without realizing it. “I-You weren’t answering any calls or texts. I was worried,” he mumbled, immediately taking note of her puffy eyes.

“Have you been crying?” He stepped closer to her with concern lacing his voice. He reached out to hold her waist, caress her cheek, anything, but she stepped away slighted. Y/N blinked, “y-yeah, it’s just allergies.”

“You don’t have allergies like that Y/N. May I please come in?” Wilbur knew her better than that, probably even better than she knew herself. She nodded shortly opening the door wider for him to enter, looking down at her sock clad feet.

He entered the tiny flat, taking not that the once welcoming space has become littered with turmoil. The tissues by the sofa didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the pile of dishes in the sink. “What’s been going on? These past few days you’ve been acting strange,” he asked sincerely.

Y/N looked around, finding something and pretending to be busy with it. “I’ve just been busy,” she mumbled looking over the pile of mail she refused to actually look through. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, would you like some tea?” She asked, realizing her manners.

“Y/N,” he spoke defeated, “come on talk to me, please.” He practically begged as he followed her steps into the kitchen to start the kettle, even though he didn’t give her an answer.

“Everything’s fine, Wilbur,” she replied absentmindedly as she searched for her various teas. “We got chai tea, black tea, Engli-“

“Y/N, I dont fucking want tea right now I want you to talk to me,” he shouted, approaching her in the kitchen and forcing her to face him by pulling her waist gently. She gasped at the loudness of his words, not used to him yelling at her.

“Wilbur,” Y/N whispered, her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes. Desperation was clear in his before being mimicked in his words, “this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me Wil. Come on Y/N, please.” His voice cracked towards the end, the shakiness not leaving.

She closed her eyes tightly before she pulled herself out of his arms, turning to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, “you’re getting chai tea.”

“Love, I just want us to be okay,” he spoke passionately, pleading for things to be right.

“We are okay Wilbu- Wil,” she corrected, more so forcing the nickname to combat his complaint. As she prepared each cup, putting Wilbur’s desired amount of sugar into his cup and respectively her own.

He shook his head, not believing her words as his own eyes began to turn red, “there’s something wrong and I can tell. Please just-please Y/N.” His voice was completely broken and she knew she had to express her concerns. She paused her motions, staring at the jar of sugar she just placed onto the counter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” she muttered softly, examining the mugs before her.

The man sniffed, confusion growing within him. “W-What do you mean? You could never bother me Y/N,” his voice soft, approaching her once again.

She shook her head, moving to put sugar in each cup, forgetting that she already did so, “but that’s not true. We both know that.” The water remained on the stove while copious amount of sugar occupied each cup. Wilbur gently grabbed the hand holding the spoon that shoveled the sugar into the mugs, making her stop her own actions.

“Yes it is, love.” Wilbur whispered softly as she put the spoon into the jar, coming back to reality. Y/N let out a shaky breath, facing the counter while Wilbur occupied her side, facing her.

“So why’d you tell all of your friends that I’ve been clingy and needy and overbearing and everything under the sun?” She whispered as her voice wobbled, indicating that tears would soon come falling down.

Wilbur furrowed his brows, confused at the words she expressed. He scavenged his mind, not understanding what she was stating. “What are yo-“ he cut himself off, taking his hand from hers as he remembered that conversation.

Guilt washed over his soul as he realized the greater impact of his words. She thought she had to change....for those idiotic meaningless words expressed in a fit of stress and exhaustion. He shook his head lightly, refusing to look at her, refusing to look at the damage he’s caused.

“I didn’t mean it Y/N. I just-there was a lot on my plate and I just had to complain about something. A-And you were there to complain about.” He spoke honestly, knowing that it doesn’t excuse his behavior. The sound of the kettle went off, the whistle tones attacking his ears while Y/N ignored it to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I just didn’t want to be a burden,” she muttered with a wobbling bounce that made the tall idiotic man pull her into his arms.

“No,no,no don’t ever ever think that again. You are not a burden. You never were Y/N. This is on me, I shouldn’t have said what I had said,” he muttered into her hair, repeating apologies like a mantra while kissing her hairline.

She let go, allowing her pent up feelings from the past few day flow out through tears while in the comfort of his arms, “my biggest fear is bothering people. I-I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” he pulled away to hold her tear stained cheeks in his hands, regret prominent in his gaze, “you have been nothing but patient with me these past few months and that is something I don’t even have the words to express, love.”

“You, Y/N L/N, are not a burden, not now, not ever,” he whispered lovingly. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I even said it. I didn’t mean it, but fuck I shouldn’t have. Look at what I’ve done to you,” his voice wavered as he pulled away to assess the damage. “Fuck,” he shook his head as a sob escaped his lips before he could pull her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, holding her tight while the whistle pierced his ears. She leaned back slightly, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes, “I know, I know. It’s okay. I know you. I know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her head in one of his hands. “I love you too, Wil,” she whispered back, pulling his lips onto hers, sealing their words with this actions.

As much as he loved the feeling of her soft lips on his once again, he pulled away. “Okay, okay, as much as I don’t want this to stop, that damn kettle is driving me mad,” he expressed, making Y/N chuckle before kissing him on the cheek and going to turn off the stove.

He watched fondly as she was about to pour the water into the mugs, stoping to see the plethora of sugar in each. “Oh shit,” she paused, laughing at the mess she had made. Wilbur snapped out of his gaze, examining the scene that caused her words.

He shook his head lightly, grabbing the kettle from her hands before placing it back onto the stovetop. “You,” he turned to face her, poking her cheek, “go to bed, get all comfy and put on a film. I will finish the tea and bring it to you.” His eyes got soft towards the end of his statement as he went to assess the mug situation.

“Then,” he spoke gently, grabbing her waist once again, littering her face with kisses that trailed down her neck, “I’ll spend the whole day making it up to you.”

Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his soft hair, “can’t wait.” His lips stayed pressed onto her neck, before they made their way back to her own.

[rrazor]

hq boys post wisdom teeth extraction

tags: fluff, soft boyfies lol

kuroo tetsurou wakes up and immediately the first thing he tells the professionals around him is that he wants to see his girlfriend because he knows you’re waiting for him and “i love her so much 🥺🥰" he says it a few more times and everyone laughs at how doped up he is both from the drugs and you. when you walk in to take notes on how to take care of him afterwards, he just stares at you as he holds you hand with the SOFTEST LOOK on his face like 🥺😍☺️❤️💕💖💝🥺🥰💖💝☺️

tetsu cannot stop looking at you and u almost have to plead with him to watch where’s he walking like tetsu pls we don’t wanna have to come back to get your front teeth done sweetie 🅱️lease!!!!!! other than that he is pretty easy to reason with it as long as you promise to kiss every part of his face once in a particular order and if u mess up, unfortunately, you’ll just have to start over again sigh it makes his heart go 💥💥💥

bokuto kuroo offers to drive him back home and brings you along to support and comfort him. he helps kou get into the back with you but he refuses and goes “kuroooooo, she’s too pretty, I dun wanna sit next to her ☹️” LMFAO kuroo rolls his eyes and just sits him down and buckles him in despite his protests HA

kou is super nervous and keeps looking over you when he thinks you aren’t looking like 🥺😊 and you decide to play along and ask him how he’s feeling and if he’s in pain and he shakes his head and goes “‘m okay, you’re really pretty though 🥺😍” kuroo snorts in the front seat and you’re trying rlly hard to not laugh at how cute he is so you take his hand and kou lit rally thinks he’s gonna pass out when you call him handsome and ask him out before kissing his cheek. he starts crying as he says things like “kuroo!!!! the pretty girl is my girlfriend now!! 🥺❤️😭💖💕😭😭🥳”

akaashi you’re already by his side by the time he wakes up but he doesn’t remember jack so he goes “hello, have u seen my girlfriend? she looks just like you. can u tell me if u see her? I would like to see her—she’s my everything 😊🥰” UGGHH KISS HIIMMM

he doesn’t remember who you are until the medication wears off but you manage to convince him that you’re gonna take him to his girlfriend so you can take him home 💀 and he spends the whole car ride really pretty quiet until you ask him why he’s so fidgety and then he softly tells you “i… can’t wait to see my girlfriend 🥺🥰💕 she said we’d go on an ice-cream date after🍦i hope she’s not mad that it’s been so long 🥺❤️💗” AHDHJANAA like a little happy babyyyy 🥺😭

oikawa tooru’s procedure finishes earlier than expected and has a dental hygienist watching over him as they wait for you and for some reason he starts to sing, but it’s really out of tune because of all the cotton in his mouth and the dental hygienist is just standing there, taking it. you can hear him down the hall as you walk into his room and he’s so excited to see you!!! “did you hear me sing for you, babe? i didn’t want you to get lost in this maze 🥺🥰” “yes, i did, tooru, tysm you don’t have to sing anymore 😊😇💕”

tries to pull you into his lap as the dentist goes through the aftercare procedures and whines “pleasssseeeee, it huuurrrrrttttts i just want cuddddlllleesssss 😭☹️🥺💕” you opt to sit on the edge of the chair as he buries his head in your back 🥰

iwaizumi YOU try to flirt with hajime because he doesn’t remember that you’re his girlfriend and he’s all like stop!!! i have a girlfriend! 😡 AHAHA so you decide to ask him about his lovely girlfriend and he gets the softest smile on his face omggg and he starts going on about how hardworking you are ❤️, determined 💘, beautiful 💖, how nice you smell 😳

when you tell him its you he doesn’t believe you!!! like stop u r trying too hard, stranger!!! 😠 It’s not until you bring up a photo of yourselves and stick it next to your face does he go all soft again like babe i missed you 🥺 there was this weirdo trying to flirt with me, i’m so glad you’re here 🥰 and you tell him that the weirdo was you and he’s like “no, you’re better than that” LMFAAOO THANKS HAJIME 😭

matsukawa his mom is there to pick the two of you up and he’s holding your hand as he turns to you, super concerned and goes “babe, we forgot my teeth 😞” HWJJCKWJSJEF 💀 he’s all pouty and its sooooooo cute LMFAO WHAT DID HE THINK A REMOVAL WAS??? but you play it cool and squeeze his hand and say “i didnt forget you though 😊” he nods like a little kid and says “yeah” and tries to pull you into his lap so that you can cuddle but his mom is right there and you’re tryna be a good passenger and stop him from unbuckling your seatbelt: issei, we can cuddle when we get home!!!!

this giant dude just looks at you all 🥺 and BEGS like “babe please, just a little, i just want to hold you 🥺💕” he tries to guilt trip you like “c’mon, babe, you forgot my teeth” 😭😭😭 STFU u somehow make it back to his place and he tackles you into the couch and promptly falls asleep in 2 minutes flat 😴 his mom thinks its hilarious and thanks u for taking care of him ☺️❤️

hanamaki straight up asks you if you have a boyfriend. you say yes and he gets REALLY SAD OH MY GOD and is all “oh ☹️🥺” but then you cup his cheek and hold one of his hands and start telling him what your boyfriend looks like and how he has cute strawberry hair and pretty eyes and how handsome he is and talking about his cute little eyebrows and how good he is at volleyball and takahiro is like…. 🧐🤨 is that…… me??? but then he’s like wait it couldn’t be and gets all sad again 😭

you can’t take how sad he is and tell him it’s him!!!!! you give him some kisses as an apology 😭🥺💖❤️ and he’s all really?!!? 🥰💖💕💝🥳💕as he pulls you close to rest his head on your chest. he asks you to talk about how much you love him again 😭🥰🥺 refuses to remove himself from you

kyoutani he’s got this super angry expression on his face and everyone stays a good ways away from him 😬 when you come in, you get the same 😡 but then he chills because you’re wearing that one dress he went out of his way to buy for you when you were window shopping together that one time and he’s like …..suspicious why is she wearing her dress 😒 HAJFKAKSW KENTAROU

but THEN he sees the bracelet he got you for your one year anniversary and takes a whiff of you (um 😷) and NOW he’s all WAIT…… connections r being made—he gets super handsy 😳💕 really likes it when you kiss his forehead 🥺 and glares daggers at the dentist with his head on your chest, arms around your waist as you stand next to him and listen to what the aftercare instructions are because he’s all like grrr my girlfriend!! no touch!!! 😡🤬

daichi omg daichi is SO SHY and BASHFUL like he looks at you all 🥺🥰 and when you look towards him he immediately looks away but it’s so obvious because his ears are red and you can see his blush high on his cheekbones 😭🥺💕 you ask him what’s wrong and he’s stuttering trying to ask if you have a boyfriend and you’re like yes 💔

his face FALLS and it hurts but then you show him your matching engagement rings 💍 like “we’re fiancés, dai 🥰❤️” and he almost cries as hard as when he heard you say yes 😭💖💕 he’s so EMBARRASSED when you show the video back to him 😭 suga and asahi clown him 🤧

sugawara fella wakes up, looks you in the eye and is like “they’ve rebuilt me, babe✨” what? “the technology!!!” ??? “they made me better than i was before: better, stronger, faster 🤖💪🧠" LMFAO thinks he underwent some experiment like no we just fixed your teeth 😌

when you tell him so he gets a little dejected and asks you if you’d still love him without any upgrades with his lips pursed and his cheeks pink as he plays with your hands 🥺💗 like OFC KOUSHI!!! 🥰🥺❤️ really sweet and giggly on the bus ride home—holds you close and draws circles on your skin as he talks about the strangest things 🙈💖

kageyama no inhibitions so tobio is very attached to you!!! when he wakes up to see you next to him, he grabs you in his half-asleep state to leave slobbery kisses all over you like some dog before he falls back asleep again 💀 he wakes up twenty minutes later to see that you’re gone (had to wash off his spit 😬) and he panics when he doesn’t see you 😭🥺

he gets up to try to look for you and the second you come back, he hugs you and is all ☹️ telling you “don’t go too far, i wanna always be able to find you 😠🥺” you rub his back and pinky promise to stay close by and he’s so relieved he falls asleep standing 😴💕 like …..thanks 🤧 asks if he can play volleyball and pouts rlly hard when the dentist says no 😭💔

atsumu atsumu is loopy af and he wanted to go to the washroom so the poor staff had to hull around this 6’2”, 80kg man around but then you walk in just as they’re about to turn the corner and the moment he sees you, he’s goes “BABIEEEEE, I loOoove yoU! 😍” in this super adorable, high pitched sing-songy voice and makes OBNOXIOUS kissy faces at you but it looks so funny because his mouth is full of cotton 😭😭🤧🥴 the nurses tell you he’s a keeper but then he promptly slips and nearly falls on his face trying to walk over to you unassisted 🙄

the walk to the car is SO HARD because he clings to you like a baby koala and whines when you try to get him to loosen up so that you can get better leverage to support his weight like atsumu pls we’re almost there, just let go for a bit and he’s all puppy eyed like “don’t 🥺 ya 🥺 love 🥺 me 🥺 baby???????? i jus’ wanna be close to ya 💔💔💔” JAJCJJWNCMS he denies all of it when he sobers up

osamu all this fool remembers is that he has a girlfriend and that she looks EXACTLY like you but his brain synapses aren’t working like they used to 😔 so he doesn’t remember that YOU are literally his girlfriend so he just sits there and goes all “you look so much like her….. i miss her sm 😢🤕😞” with this faraway look in his eyes AS IF YOU WERE DEAD 💀 THE DISRESPECT

he rlly wants to hold your hand and touch you but like u aren’t his girlfriend right??? but you tell him u are after rolling ur eyes and show him some photos of the two of you as proof and he’s all “oh!” 😳 and he smiles so broad you can see his little dimple on his left cheek 😭💖 because he can FINALLY hold your hand 🥰 no filter so he whisper-begs for kisses throughout the entire time the dentist talks you through his surgery and how to care for him and you’re so embarrassed JAJCJKAKDSS “pls, pls can i have a kiss” you give him one “can i have one here now” “what about here” “pls another one pls” 🥺🥺🥺 at least he’s polite JAJCNKAFB

suna rin remembers you and right when he wakes up to see you next to him he says, “hello, wife 💖" and waits for your response but like wtf do u SAY like you’ve only ever heard him tell you he loves you that ONE time he thought u were ASLEEP!!! and you haven’t even talked about anything beyond dating yet!!! is it the anaesthetic that’s making him say this or is he just fooling you??? 💀😵 a few minutes later, he sighs and goes “you’re supposed to say ‘hello, husband ❤️’….” 🙄🥱

show him the video after the anaesthetic wears off and he’ll sit there looking at you like “….well? i’m still waiting? 😐” ugH modern romance am i right HAHDJKAKSKAA

ushijima wakatoshi thinks you’re another nurse even though you’re dressed nothing like them and he asks you when his girlfriend is coming and if she knows he’s done with the procedure and also “have you met my girlfriend? she is very beautiful and very kind. you must meet her ☺️” he asks the same questions to the dentist who comes in to talk to you afterwards and they’re looking at him like ?????? “isn’t this your girlfriend, ushijima-san?”

wakatoshi just goes 😯, looks at you and says your name so softly and in the sweetest way possible and tells you he missed you and he loves you and he wants to go get curry from that one restaurant later and the dentist tells you they’ll be back later as you sob 😭😭❤️💕❤️😭💖

semi eita thinks you’re one of the office receptionists when you walk in and asks you if you, his girlfriend 💕, had been notified that the procedure was done and you’re all uh yes she does, she’s coming soon!! he nods very cutely and thanks you, handsome smile on his face at the thought of seeing you 🥰 he turns around to look at the window and you just stand there all 😶 he HUMS softly as he waits and it’s that one song he played for you on his guitar HAJXNJSW 😭🥺💘❤️

he turns back around thirty seconds later like “babe?? is that you?? you got here so fast 😍🥺💖😚” as if it wasn’t you THE WHOLE TIME 💀 melts when you kiss his cheeks tenderly 🥰 plays with your fingers as he softly looks into your eyes!! 😍

tendou really wants to get his wisdom teeth back like just because you pulled them out doesn’t make them yours, sensei 🙄 LMFAO the dentist gives him his teeth afterwards and he holds them out for you and you’re like “tysm for your bloody, gross teeth, satori 🥰😬” “AWWW you’re welcome 😊 aren’t they cute? ya think our kids will be this cute? 💖”

many thoughts: 1) oh god oh GOD he wants to have KIDS WITH YOU!! MARRIAGE??!? 😵❤️ 2) y does he think his molars r cute and y does he hope your kids will look like nasty teeth 😭💀 he’s rlly adamant about you lazing around with him. keeps showing u his teeth for some reason but gives the cutest smiles and hums when you feed him his fav chocolate ice cream 💗💗💗

goshiki he tries to flirt with you but its so funny and endearingly awkward because he’s got all the gauze in his mouth and he isn’t that good at it and he’s on the verge of tears half the time and you dont know why??? you ask him and his brows are all furrowed, pout on his lips and says “just wanna be your boyfriend pls 🥺💕” “yeah?” “yeah,” he nods. “i promise to do my best 🥺”

when you tell him you’re already dating, he starts to cry and is all like i have to tell all my friends 😭 tsutomu cries to the dentist like “sensei, y’know, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend 😭❤️” he quiets down when you brush through his hair with your hands ☺️

terushima you walk into his room after he’s done and ask the dental hygienists how he’s doing and he looks at you all confused like 🤨 and asks the hygienists who you are. they think you’re married for some reason and say “that’s your wife!” and you’re so EMBARRASSED but also super happy on the inside HAHA he straight up goes “DAAAMMNNN, I did alright, huh?! when we bustin’ outta here?!” 🤪😜🥴😘 as if he could actually differentiate between left and right, up and down 😔

just in case, he asks you if you’re his wife at the same time the dentist asks if the two of you will be okay from here on out and you nod to the dentist’s question but yuuji thinks it’s for him so he lays back down with this satisfied look on his face like HELL YEAH alright, alright, alright 😌🥰🥴 and does those little nods SIDJAJJDJSJFJR HAHAHAHA

sakusa omi lets you play with his bangs and hands as you wait for the dentist and he LOVES IT softest smile on his face!! RIDICULOUSLY CLINGY!!!! he does NOT want you to leave him at all, will not let you go to the bathroom even though you’re like “omi, please, the dentist is busy with another patient right now, i’ll be back soon before we go through the aftercare stuff” “no” “omi, i have to pee” “do it here” and now it’s you who’s all 🤢

gets really defensive and protective when the dentist comes in and just shoves his head in your chest because he doesn’t want to look at them LMFAO death grip around your waist 🤧 when you show him what he said about you going to the bathroom he demands you delete it “omi, i didn’t know u loved me that much 🥰🥺💕” “…………..🤐”

hoshiumi kourai insisted he was fine on his own “nothing is impossible for hoshiumi kourai, national athlete 😤” when the dentist asked if he needed someone to watch over him and the dentist is 🤨 ok sir and leaves after he falls asleep. when he wakes up, no one’s in his room and he has to use the washroom and he’s like i’ll do just it myself 🙄 he tries to stand and promptly collapses to the floor. he CRAWLS around on his stomach and makes it out of his room just as you walk in and you’re like KOU whY are you on the FLOOR like a ROACH 😭😭😭

it’s like you’re reenacting some dramatic romance movie as kou groans around the gauze and makes poor attempts to stand up, holding onto you LAKDSHLASKAHD 💀💀💀 asks you to get on the floor with him because he honest to god can’t get UP so that he can cuddle with you as the dentist and his assistants stand two feet away 🥰💕 tries to fight the staff when they get too close to you trying to help him get back to his bed HAJJFKAKDMAD

extra: kita shinsuke (lol) when kita finishes his wisdom tooth extraction, he looks at you like this and doesnt remember who you are; he thinks you’re here for another patient and doesn’t say a word to you because his grandma taught him not to talk to strangers.