#i’m so tired but that doesn’t mean i’m sleepy 😭

[strawberry-cow-sorceress]

ohhhhhh we might be speed running night 2 no (or very limited) sleep ? that seems bad but trying to fall asleep rn seems badder ?? so. not much choice in the matter it seems. how many times can i say seems in one post until it stops seeming like a word ? does using seeming after seems so often seem better or worse ? and now we see the introduction of the single seem ! what shall she do !

um

end the post, it would seem ?

[moshpitgamma]

pls write a john dory nsfw headcanons / fic if u can !!! <3 love ur writing!

Sureeee I’m so sorry for taking so long😭

John Dory x Reader||NSFW Headcannons

Warning:sexual themes——————————

🚎He is at least 7.5 inches and is a grower more than a shower.

🚎John cums a lot. I mean he’s literally a bussing waterfall.

🚎He doesn’t like to be quiet during sex so prepare for little compliments, jokes, and loud, deep and rugged moans.

🚎When y’all fuck Rhonda rocks👀

🚎(Act like they have phones in this)If you send a spicy pic to him with your location, this man if full sprinting to it. He’s there in about 5 minutes.

🚎His kinks are spanking, bdsm, edging, and food play. Y’all can’t tell me he isn’t the type of man to put whip cream on his body and let you lick it or vice versa.

🚎Will sneak up behind you if you’re bending over and just rub his hard bulge on your ass.

🚎Loves when you sit on his lap. It usually ends in a hot makeout session with you doing cowgirl.

🚎He is a totally ass and thigh man. I also headcannon he like bigger people and just loves to leave hickeys and love bites on their thighs.

🚎He loves to take risks, so if you wanna have sex in a crowded place, he’s there holding you up in the corner with his hand over your mouth to muffle the slutty sounds coming from you.

🚎John can last about 3-4 rounds. If you’re up for more he’s just letting you overstimulate him.

🚎He is 100% a top but bottoms out when he’s tired.

🚎Morning sex is a MUST. He’s just rubbing you through your panties/boxers while you’re still sleep just to hear your sleepy moans.

🚎He loves to have unserious sex but if the mood is DEEP, he’s stuffing you and making this experience as loving and serious and possible.

🚎Since he’s been in Rhonda for 20 years not having to worry about his growth down there. He’s hairy and doesn’t really shave or maintain his hair until you say something. If you don’t then you’re fucking a beast.

🚎loves to mark you and makes you wear clothes that show them. He will even ask you to do the same to him and he’ll show it with pride.

🚎If y’all met in his band days, he would take his anger out on you and angry sex with him would just make you immobile and shaking with pleasure.

🚎His biggest turn ons are you wearing his clothes, doing things for him, or you literally scolding or yelling. (He loves a feisty s/o)

🚎If you pull his hair while he’s giving head, he’s going max speed and has an adrenaline boost right then and there cause he’s making his s/o feel good

🚎His aftercare is IMMACULATE. He will fix you a snack, give you some water, and run you a bath. Once you’re taken care of, he’s knocked out like a light right on top of you.

THE ENDDD😘😘😘 (Do y’all actually enjoy my content?)😲🥺

[soapyghostie]

Hey! Absolutely random request, but imagine reader being a tired person that out of wounds and stress they just fall asleep when they're being carried, about to go on a hook. How would the dbd killers(any, really) react?

Like, imagine. Being carried, without anything under legs can already make someone sleepy if they don't have adrenaline pumped through their veins. Plus, i know that having wounds(aka blood loss) can make people very tired.

Since this request it a little vague, I decided to get a little creative with it and wrote some angst because I’m a sucker for angst with dad slashers (except Frank is your big brother in this request). 😭 Hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny would be confused at first, bloodlust still kicking through his veins even after killing all our teammates as he carries you, his injured daughter, to the hook (Sorry (Y/N), he’s just doing his job. No hard feelings). He’ll pause for a moment, trying to process the fact that you feel asleep on his shoulder.

As he realizes that you fell asleep due to exhaustion and stress from your wounds, Danny’s demeanor would soften and his parental instincts within him kicks in. He’ll gently adjust you in his arms from being thrown over his shoulder to being carried bridal style, ensuring that you’re comfortable even as he still proceeds to hook you. 

Seeing you in such a vulnerable state would stir up a lot of internal conflict in Danny. He’s torn between his role as a merciless killer and his love for you as his daughter as he hesitates to sacrifice you to the Entity. Danny’s had a lot of bad performances in trials lately and he really needs the 4K. However, to get the 4K he needs to sacrifice you. Of course it has to be you: the Entity is so cruel. 

As to not get punished by the Entity, sadly, Danny will throw you onto the hook. Danny would feel a pang of remorse and sadness. He knows that he’s the cause of your pain and exhaustion, and seeing you in such a vulnerable state serves as a painful reminder of the life he’s subjected you to. He silently reflects on his actions and their consequences. He’ll gaze at your sleeping form dangling from the hook, grappling with the complexities of his emotions and the choices he made. 

Despite his conflicted emotions, Danny remains committed to his role in the Entity’s twisted game. However, Danny’s determination to protect you remains unwavering. He’ll play the Entity’s game and continue this dark path as a killer if it means to ensure your safety as he doesn’t want you to be harmed as a result of his shortcomings… 

The Legion/Frank Morrison

Frank would be initially shocked and panicked to see you, his younger sister, in such a vulnerable state. Despite his tough ‘bad boy’ exterior, he deeply cares about you and seeing you hurt triggers his protective instincts. 

The sight of you falling asleep from exhaustion and stress while carrying you to the hook fills Frank with anger and frustration. He’ll curse under his breath, feeling powerless to protect you and frustrated with the situation at hand. First off, your god damn heavy after going unconscious and, secondly, he has no choice but to hook you due to the amount of failed trials he’s had lately to try and please the Entity. 

Despite his anger, Frank, also like Danny, would feel a sense of inner conflict. On one hand, he wants to lash out at the Entity for throwing her into a trial with him, but on the other hand, he knows he has to get the 4K by hooking you so you end up safe and sound at the survivor camp instead of the agony the Entity threatened to put you through if he didn’t start stepping it up in trials. You’re the reason he has the strength to keep going in this awful, twisted game of cat and mouse. 

Frank would grapple with the feeling of guilt and responsibility for your condition. As your older brother, he feels entitled to preventing you from getting hurt in the first place and blames himself for everything that has happened to you. Despite his conflicting emotions, he would carefully and gently place you on the hook, making sure you're as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. As he watches you sleep on the hook, Frank would have a quiet moment of reflection. He reminisces about y’all’s childhood together and vows silently to himself to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. 

Seeing you vulnerable would only fuel Frank’s determination to perform better in trials. He would be even more relentless in his pursuit of survivors, driven by the desire to protect you from the Entity’s hungry claws. 

The Shape/Michael Myers

Michael would pause, a flicker of confusion crossing his expressionless face. The sight of you, his daughter, falling asleep despite the dire circumstances briefly disrupts his usual relentless pursuit to satisfy his murderous desires. 

Deep within his obscured psyche, a conflict brews. While Michael is driven by an insatiable urge to kill, his parental instincts stir, conflicting with his murderous impulses. This momentary hesitation leads to a brief internal struggle, the likes of which observers of Michael would never perceive. 

Despite the task at hand and the chaos of the trial, Michael momentarily freezes, holding your unconscious body with an eerie stillness. His iconic breathing momentarily ceases, as if he too, like Danny and Frank, were contemplating the peculiar situation. 

In a rare display of tenderness, Michael gingerly adjusts your position, ensuring that you're comfortable even as he prepares to hook you. His movements would be precise, almost caring, as if he’s trying to shield you from further harm, even in your unconscious state. As he gazes upon your sleeping form, fragments of memories flicker through Michael’s mind. Images of you as a child, innocent and untouched by the darkness that now envelopes you both, momentarily soften his gaze, perhaps even cause a subtle twitch at the corners of his mouth – a long-forgotten smile. You are his world. 

Ultimately, the weight of his desire to kill and the futility of his attempts to connect with you wash over Michael. With a heavy heart hidden beneath his iconic mask, he proceeds with the task at hand – sacrificing you to the Entity. With a solemn determination, Michael carries you to the hook, his obsession with killing eclipsing any semblance of any paternal sentiment.

[mandukkul]

PRACTICE — n. rk

synopsis: niki needs a break from dance practice and what’s better if not you to rewind and cool down

tags: bf!idol!niki x gn!reader, FLUFF!!! , established relationship

warning: not proofread, grammatical and spelling probably, please tell me if there’s any gendered pronouns in here i’m pretty sure it’s all gn but i’m not sure

word count 1k

published: 20th July, 2023

reblogs + comments appreciated!!!

author’s note: this one is so old i forgot i even had it. TRIALS IS LITERALLY LIYERALY LITERALLY STRIPPING ME BARE HOW DOES SCHOOL EXPECT ME TO REMEMEBRR THE ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAT INTO 3 HRS 😭😭😭. anywyas have a good read while i study my bio exam

The music began to die out, slowly being replaced with heavy huffs of air. The lights in the practice room reflected off their sweat, and the scent of icy-hot was infused with blood sweat and tears. 

the choreographer clapped their hands in satisfaction, finally declaring their break. 

The enhypen boys let out one big sigh in unison, all relieving from their end position and heading to their bottles. 

Riki, without a second thought, darted at you, sitting all pretty (what he said)  and watching intently— legs swinging as you hummed the tune of their song. a smile stretches across your features, shiny pearls that riki swore, outshined the lights in the room. 

“you did so well, riki” 

His name on your tongue was all he needed to get his energy back. 

“here” shifting a cold bottle of water towards his direction, riki gratefully took it from your grasp, making sure to ever so slightly brush his hand against yours before probably downed 50% of the contents. 

your eyes glued to him, staring as if he was a painting come to life. You didn’t mean to stare, but who could blame you. His glistening skin only made him look more ethereal with the lights assistance, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed what was supposed to be you water, his hair flipped back which further exposed his headband that you got because it reminded her of him. 

He was perfect. 

Finally looking down, he wiped the tiny dribble off his lips and stared down at you. 

you staring wasn’t any new occurrence, no, it had been caught in the act several times prior, and today was no different.  Although, Riki never seemed to get over it. 

your doe eyes and pretty lips, how your cheeks naturally blush— maybe it’s because you’ve been staring at him for the whole time. 

He kneels to your height, on his knees with your positions swapped. riki looked up to you with nothing but adoration in his eyes as you subconsciously brush a hand against his cheek. 

he holds into your hand and leans into her touch. “you’ve been doing so well, riki” a hums a response pushing forward towards you. 

you take  it as a sign for affection, leaning in allowing your foreheads to touch— despite the spongy sweat filled band. 

The enhypen boys try their best not to stare at the kdrama scene unfolding right in front of them but they swore they saw sparkles emit when your hands touched.

“OI, NIKI NO KISSING!” Jake calls out after entering the room with new bottles of water for the rest of them. 

the boy doesn’t flinch at the noise, in fact he ignores it completely. “wanna cuddle” he mumbles in a sleepy tone, probably tired from the relentless hours of dancing and singing. 

“hmm?” you hums almost teasingly, leaning away from him which makes his eyes dart awake. “if you want, i’ll stay over tonight, i’m sure junwon won’t mind” you suggest which seemed to rejuvenate him. 

“okay!” he pulls your hand away from his face, and with a mischievous glint in his eye, chomps down on your finger. 

a quiet yelp left your lips as you went to retaliate with a hard forehead flick which sent him rolling around in the ground. 

“oi, i’ll make you sleep on the ground tonight!” you scold but there’s no threat in your tone, “but it’s my bed, won’t you sleep on the floor then?” he tilts his head at you. 

“then i guess Sunghoon won’t mind an extra visitor in his bed, will he” he knows it’s not true, she also knows it isn’t — even sunghoon knows it isn’t, but he’s just so in love with you that he can't even bare the thought of it ever occurring. 

whining, he gets up to hug you, with all his sweat spreading against your fresh clothes (which retrospectively, are his). “noo! you’re mine, only mine” he whines in a low volume which makes you giggle. 

“of course i’m yours, second to Beomgyu of course” you tease once again kissing the side of his cheek to avoid any more complaints due to your teasing. 

“beomgyu-sunbae doesn’t even know you exist” he remarks, holding onto her tightly, “yeah well, beomgyu-sunbae wouldn’t mind meeting me then” you retort with a giggle as he huffs in defeat. 

“don’t worry, I'll always be in love with you. only” you reassures and he takes a moment to absorb her feature once again before rushing to peck her lips. 

“HEY, THE KIDS ARE  KISSING!” heeseung shouts for basically the whole world to hear, “at least i have a lover hyung, kiss jay if you’re so lonely” riki sneers back tightening his grip on you. 

“why not i kiss you instead” heeseung giggles mischievously as he slowly approaches riki— who’s fight or flight response kicks in. 

Almost immediately , niki began being chased by heesung. one taking his long arms to advantage by outstretching them to pull him in for a kiss while one took his long legs as a benefit to sprint faster around the room. 

“hey riki! if heeseung catches you, i’ll consider that cheating and find Beomgyu myself”  You shouts only pouring more gasoline into the fire. 

“NO! ONLY I CAN KISS YOU!” and suddenly, youre off your chair,being lifted and bolted out the practice room like a sack of potatoes leaving the rest of his members behind. 

“What about practice?” you laugh as you turn around to barely face him, “it’s okay, i learnt the dance ten minutes into practice!” he confidently proclaimed. 

his hands around your waist holding secularly as you try your best not to wiggle out of his grip, he knows , as does she, that a memory like this is worth all the scolding they’ll get as soon as they’re found.

authors note pt. 2: THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS, I CANT DO MUCH RN BECAUSE IM PREPARING FOR EXAMS BUT I DEFINITELY HAVE STUFF SAVED UP FOR THIS (not alot but still stuff) AGAIN THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME AND I HOPE WE CAN GROW TOGETHER 🤓🤞

[ransprang]

Hello, I was reading your Hajime No Ippo headcanons and I got really excited because I don't know people who write about it 😭 you still receive requests? If so, can you write some Aokimura and also Mashiba with a short female partner?

hii me neither anon. I remember trying to find sendo content but there weren’t really any. so i read sendo x ippo content for a while LOL. I’m surprised i get so many hni requests. the other admins think it’s a dead fandom but i like writing for myself and the 4 hajime no ippo fans on this playform 😭❤️

anywhoooo u r the first person to request aoki wowie, enjoy xx

aoki & mashiba x short!reader - sfw

aoki

* aoki is 5’7 so if you are shorter than him you boost his ego immensely because he feels a little insecure about his height, especially compared to the other kamogawa boys

* he dotes on your height as well as every part of you, mans is very simpy. he’ll give you tons of hugs and rub his cheek onto yours telling you how cute you are

* if you ever complain about being short, aoki will try to find food that helps you grow taller (but also he will pick you up and spin you around in his muscular arms telling you that you are the perfect size)

* if you are ever tired of walking or just sleepy after a late night, aoki will always give you piggy back rides or carry you home bridal style not caring about looks from strangers

mashiba

* being 5’10 mashiba is taller than most of the people around him so he doesn’t mind if you are shorter than him

* however, your small stature does make him want to protect you

* ippo even comments on how mashiba looks like a doberman guard dog next to you and then he never commented on it ever again after mashiba’s glare

* when you speak mashiba he just kinda looks and stares at you with whatever he is thinking. it might be intimidating at first maintaining eye contact with him, but if he is amused he’ll give you a slight smile and pat your head

* if you are the feisty type or get into an argument with someone for being mean to mashiba, he simply picks you up with one arm under your waist and takes you away from the scene

yours shortly,

admin sar

[alaskan-wallflower]

Ok I’m trying to think of some fluffy stuff

• the gang all trust each other so much that they’ve almost all fallen asleep on all of each other at some point. It means a lot for them tbh since people like Johnny and Dally, even Steve, have to be alert a lot of the time, so them being vulnerable with the gang really shows their trust

• just picture Darry teaching everyone how to swim and whoever is afraid/isn’t a good swimmer just clinging to him like a wet cat

• Soda is such a sleepy snuggler, if he’s getting tired he’ll cling to whoever is closest. Everyone has had to deal with a clingy Soda at least once, Darry and Pony are the biggest victims at home and Steve has to deal with it everyday at work but they don’t mind because Soda is just adorable and precious when he’s sleepy

• once Pony was sick but Darry and Soda couldn’t get off work so Two-Bit watched him and Darry came home to Pony bundled up on the couch and Two-Bit cooking soup and cleaning the kitchen like a housewife wearing a kiss the cook apron. He laughed so hard he cried but he was actually extremely grateful

• they’re all just so touchy and affectionate. More often than not it’s mainly wrestling, shoulder squeezes, stuff like that but also lots of hair ruffles, arms around shoulders or waists, lots of hugs :)

• idk if this is canon or not but Darry will just pick anyone up and move them out of the way. They’re all so used to it by now even Johnny doesn’t even flinch when he feels Darry just hoist him up and out of the way like a ragdoll

• all ticklish. All instigators. No one is safe

I hope these were fluffy and fun ❤️🎞️

awwwww! these are all so cute 😭😭 i love the fact that even johnny doesn’t flinch at them, it’s so cute 🥺 i love these fools-also dart kits being a rock for people who don’t like the water is so real. i wanna cling to him, i just know he would be sooooo warm too, ugh, i wanna cuddle him :/

these are genuinely so so cute :(

[beedlemania]

this week has been really exhausting and i’m just stuck all sad at my house 😭 could you spare any thoughts about lil davy’s before-bedtime routine? I need cute sleepy monkee stuff <3

Of course!!

Davy’s bedtime routine can go one of two ways; either he’s super calm and sleepy and ready for bed or the exact opposite.

Davy’s bedtime is a whole production so usually Mike will give an allowance of an hour to get Davy down to sleep. He has to give Davy a warning to finish up whatever he’s doing, which will always be met with a protest. Davy always claims he’s “not tired!” even if he’s falling asleep on the spot. Micky has the job of taking Davy down to the beach if he’s still full of energy and chasing him around until he’s good and worn out. The only issue Mike has with this is it usually means Davy needs a bath before bed.

Mike usually tries to fit Davy’s bath in in the morning but sometimes it has to happen at night. Mike will make it as warm as possible in the hopes it lulls Davy to sleep. Mike will wash him then leave him alone for a while to play with the bath toys and usually by the time he comes to get him out, Davy’s eyes are all droopy.

Mike helps Davy into his pjs after. If he doesn’t need a bath, mike will put him in his pjs long before bedtime and that a signal to everyone that they’re not allowed get Davy worked up. It also makes it easier later on when Davy’s too tired to lift his arms.

Davys favourite part of bedtime is when Peter pampers him. Peter will give him lots of cuddles and brush out his hair and either Peter or Mike will help him brush his teeth. Peter will wash Davy’s face gently with a wash cloth and make sure he’s nice and clean and relaxed. When it’s hotter outside, Peter will braid Davy’s hair back so it wont annoy him or make him too hot when he’s sleeping.

Bedtime of course means bedtime stories! If Davy still has a bunch of energy, Micky will come in and act out a story for him and make it super exciting to wear out his brain. If he’s already nodding off, Mike will get in bed with him and read him a story calmly. Davy always falls asleep before the end because Mike’s so warm and cozy.

In the summer, it’s a lot harder to get Davy to sleep. He refuses to sleep if the sun is still up and it makes him feel restless in bed. The summer always means Davy will be put to bed then reappear every ten minutes. He also finds it hard to sleep because of the heat (hes from England, hes not used to it). When they can afford the electricity bill, they’ll fill the downstairs bedroom with fans and air conditioning for him. The heat makes Davy cranky at night time and he often asks mike to tell the sun to go away.

If its not too hot, Peter will sometimes get into bed with Davy and hold him for the night. It comforts the both of them and will stop Davy from falling out of the bed. Peter always has bruises on his shins because Davy kicks in his sleep.

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!!! Hii beautiful!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

I hope you’ve been doing amazing!! (Small update on my genshin exploration: I’m almost done with the desert! I’m just missing the last expansion patch that we got like 2 months ago! I haven’t even started the new event because I want to finish my exploration before Fontaine comes) but how have you been? Have you been saving for any new chars? If so what are your funds? I’d love to know!!

Alright on to the main topic! This is kinda just a small headcanon and also inspired by what you said in a brainrot: but fragile!reader most likely does wake up in the middle of the night at times. (Most likely due to reoccurring nightmares) so usually when you do get startled awake, you usually just walk around the laboratory. And whenever you do, a clone or two will find you and slightly scold you for being out of bed and that your body seriously needs it. But after scolding you they usually just join you on your small walk to hopefully tire you out. (I swear the clones are like small kittens who won’t detach themselves from you bc of how much they love you and just imagining these blue haired scary looking masked grown men following little you is 😭💕💗💖)

However, at times when you’re really shaken up, you’ll just head straight to Dottore’s lab or his bedroom. Although it’s usually the first since Dottore never sleeps, so when he sees you walk into his lab at 3 AM, he knows it’s because you’ve been shaken up badly from one of your nightmares again. So he’ll let you stay as he continues to work. Letting you sit at his desk while he runs an experiment. Or he would offer to you his bedroom, which you usually decline as what you want is to see your husband be safe. (Your nightmares sometimes concern him, so you just want to make sure he’s safe and not in the condition that you saw him in, in your nightmare) but you do eventually fall asleep in his lab, which makes him pick you up and put you in his bedroom. He wishes he could have your nightmares instead. Already being inflicted with a mysterious illness and now having nightmares. He just wants you to be truly happy, and not have to put up a fake act or fake smiles (Dottore most likely Can tell whenever you’re faking your smiles, although he doesn’t want to upset you and call you out on it) so in the meantime he’ll try his somewhat best in making you smile. Sure his attempts may be horrible at first, but it’s the thought that counts! You’ll be sure his kiss his cheeks and lips a few times as an “A for effort”.

What was supposed to be short turned out long I’m so sorry!! 😭 I always get carried away and end up writing more than I mean to. (Also just a little self indulgent but what if fragile!reader had a blanket they’ve had since probably when they were a kid, and they just love it. Like their plushie! But instead, whenever you wake up from your nightmares and go on walks or to Dottore’s lab, you just…bring it with you. It’s what helps you sleep after all! You could literally sleep on the floor so long as you have your blanket (and plushie) with you) I’m only adding this because I’ve had a blanket since I was born and I literally drag it with me in the house. I’m going to the kitchen? It’s coming with me. OKAYOKAY! I’ll stay quiet now!! I hope you enjoy this smooches!! I am smooching your cheeks n forehead and ur nose till your face is all sore ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ you’re deserving of all the cuddles and hugs and kisses in the world I love you so so much!! I’m wishing you a very happy day and week!! Hehe okay bye bye!!!!૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 💕💗💖💗

-From your boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

MY LOVELY 🎐 ANON YOUR IDEAS MAKE ME SO SO HAPPY 😭💖

GOSH I AM KISSING YOUR BRAIN THIS IS JUST SO 🥺🥺😍 Whenever you have dreams, it’s a bit of a struggle to go back to sleep. Not only do the nightmares make you too scared to sleep again, but even the happier dreams of the past make you too sad to get sleepy again since you keep thinking of what once was. So instead of twisting and turning alone in the dark you decide to just walk around the lab to try and get your mind off things. But of course the lab always has clones running about no matter what time it is, sometimes you only walk a few feet and already bump into a clone. Every time they just sigh and give you that look again, that lecture that you probably have memorized already, they always try to guide you back to your room (and sometimes it works, and they sit in your room with you and help you fall back to sleep.) But if you pull out the pleading and pouty eyes they’ll be giving in quickly and entertain your request (cue them carrying you back to bed later 🥺) (Also Cattore so real… I find it so funny you could just be walking with a clone or two and they’ll be treating you with so much respect and love, talking very animatedly and then when you come across a regular Fatui assistant they’ll just give them a ‘wtf are u looking at slacker I’ll kill u’ and the assistant is just praying they get transferred to another squad 😭) (Plus they report it every time this stuff happens to Prime and he’s just :( he is at a loss at how he or science can help you, every time he sees those eye bags… he just. Curses internally.)

The first few times you walked right into his lab an at ungodly hour he was just like ??? Internally panicking and worrying something was really wrong with you to seek him out at this hour, and probably barraged you with questions and was even about to run some tests on you until you just interrupt him and spill the whole dilemma you’ve been in. How the nightmares are hurting you and you can’t find it in you to sleep again. Dottore knows very well how one will find it hard to sleep if the mind is troubled so he won’t force you to sleep again, but he’ll encourage you to try at least. Even if he’s in the middle of doing something that requires to stand up, he’ll find something to work on so you can sit down comfortably on his lap. He sometimes wonders about your dreams but you prefer not to speak about them or do so very vaguely so he doesn’t push it. Unfortunately he has yes to develop a dream-preventing injection so the only thing he can do is be ready to receive you when you show up at his door ;( The first time Dottore called you out on a fake smile you were so shocked and then nearly broke down catching him off guard. Though he is a very straight to the point no bs person he’s learned not to do that again. He is not very good with verbal affection so a lot of it just comes from him holding you, and also recounting some infuriating encounters he had with the other Harbingers (you find them hilarious though) and he tolerates it simply because of the kisses and actual smiles he gets <3

And omg… yes reader’s special blanket <3 (The lab would be torn upside down if you ever lost it) I love how cherished your blanket is 💖 I don’t have a specific blanket but I also can’t sleep if I dont have one, and if I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t find my plushies I get mad and search in the dark and sometimes resort to turning on the light 😭

Okay moving on from the dot brainrot- I’m so glad you’re catching up on the desert progress! It really is a lot, but I know you got this!! Hopefully Fontaine is more fun, I love exploring but even the desert had me like 💀 most because of the scenery. If you do play the summer event I hope you enjoy it, it’s definitely my favorite out of the 3 summer events we’ve gotten :3 As for me… I have roughly 70 wishes I think? Close to pity, no guarantee. I was considering trying to get Lyney since I want some Fontaine characters, but I���m not too sure yet so I’m just gonna wait until the release to decide who I want! I might just skip everyone for Arlecchino too haha. Are you saving for anyone 🎐 anon? Dottore maybe? AND DONT WORRY I LOVE YOUR LONG BRAINROTS!!! The depth and everything is so chefs kiss 😫 I am giving you infinite number of smooches mwah mwah!! Ily more🎐 anon~!!

[mental-health-advice]

I am preparing for a competitive exam and I can’t put myself to even shower daily forget about studying daily. I was seeking therapy and then we decided that I can cope on my own but I’m still on meds(mood stabiliser and got off antidepressants few months ago). I was diagnosed with depression last year and I seeked therapy for about a year. Now I’m off therapy and I have trouble doing things and starting things, I fall asleep way easily during my online lectures and because I’m not so productive I beat myself up over it and tell myself that I’ll start all over again tomorrow … with a new timetable and what not and then I don’t follow it. I procrastinate all day and then I still go to bed tired and sleepy. I also have trouble eating all my meds.

I want to do well in my competitive exam and get into a good college but I am overwhelmed with the number of exams I’ll have to give and the number of admission forms I have to fill. And my dad who used to help me with all this now doesn’t help with admission forms saying “I have grown old you deal with it” 😭😭

I have been binge watching phineas and ferb because that makes me go haha lol.

Do you think I need to go back to therapy? Also, how should I tackle procrastination and not fall into loop of sleeping all day and not doing the basic chores even like showering daily. Also, I have an upcoming appointment with a psychiatrist should I tell him all of this?

This is my first ask, I hope you respond as soon as possible. Thank you!

Hey there,

Firstly, I am glad that you have an upcoming appointment with a psychiatrist. This is a really positive step and if you are able to, I would encourage you to share as much with them as you can in regards to how you are currently feeling and coping with things. i.e. struggling to do everyday things like showering for example. I am also not a qualified medical professional but it sounds as though maybe restarting anti-depressants may also be considered by your psychiatrist and especially if they were helpful when you were last on them. Sometimes people can be on AD’s for a good few years or even for longer until they find the relevant coping strategies to enable them to do everyday things, and sometimes people may need to be on a medication for life as they may have a chemical imbalance that they need a psych med to help balance things out which I am thinking is partly why you are still on your mood stabiliser but right now you may be needing something extra or a higher dosage to help you through – I am by no means a doctor though so don’t quote me on this!

Studying for any type of exam can be really stressful and overwhelming for anyone, so it’s only natural that you are finding things quite tough right now and are finding even the little things hard to do. Have you ever thought of writing out a list of daily things you need to get done/ do each day and once completing these things crossing them off the list? I know that for me this helps me to get back into a routine and especially when I get to see the list getting smaller and smaller with each task I achieve. Just an idea! Doing this may also be more helpful than a simple timetable as well due to looking as a timetable can seem quite overwhelming and especially when you are already finding things difficult. Trying to get yourself into a bit of a routine (even if you only do one or two things a day to get started) can also help you to stay awake and then help you to get a better sleep at nights, so this is also something else to consider!

In regards to filling out admission forms, one thing I find helpful again for myself is to just focus on filling out or answering one or two questions each day. If you break the forms up and only focus on a section at a time then it may seem more achievable if that makes sense and this too can be part of your routine and especially if you have a bit to fill out/ answer.

For the time being starting therapy again may also be helpful for you and especially in this really stressful period. Even if you just use the sessions to vent or offload what’s on your mind. This may make it a bit easier for you to then refocus your attention on your studies and upcoming exams as you may find you are not worrying so much on other life stressors if that makes sense. And remember that it’s more than OK to ask and reach out for help and support again, it doesn’t mean you have gone backwards in your recovery, just that you need an extra helping hand and by asking for help, it actually shows your strength in knowing and being able to acknowledge when you are needing some extra support. And like your upcoming psychiatrist appointment, this too is a big positive if you are feeling that therapy would be beneficial for you to restart!

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you, hope that you are going well and wish you all the best with your exams!

Take care,

Lauren

[seitmai]

Many thoughts so read more it is..

“Mommy, I’m sleepy,” she groans, looking up at you. You know how tired she is, her eyes tell you everything. She looks towards Andy, and then at you. He has been amazing. Calm, and rational, while you’ve been a ball of emotions. “Can Andy hold me like you are Suede so I can sleep?”

I get it, I want to be held by Andy to fall asleep too

“No, being a mother is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and I love it. But seeing him like this, and how he was earlier; Andy, I could have lost him.” “But we didn’t,” a new round of never ending tears flow freely, and he doesn’t even realize what those two letters mean to you. We. You didn’t have to do this alone. You didn’t have to sit here with Suede, while Scott took Audrey home. You didn’t have to carry all this emotion and responsibility alone.

🥹🥹🥹

“I should have said that he’s a happy healthy boy because of the way that you have been raising him. Your kids are incredible because of you,” you hate crying. Despise it. And today you have cried so much! “Hey,” you look at Andy as he places Audrey in her seat. Taking so much care, so he doesn’t wake her up, “Can you let me shoulder some of this burden?” Placing your baby boy in his seat, you peer at Andy from across the car, and nod your head. Clearing your throat, “As long as you let me carry some of your burdens.”

They really just wann do it all together, the good and the bad 🥹

Her brow furrows while she starts drawing figures in the jury box. Pausing to count each one, and Andy lets out a long breath, “Daddy said I’m going to be a lawyer, so I need to know these things,” she stops again, poking a finger at each figure, drawing in two more. “Twelve.”

There is so much pressure on her and she is just 4 😭

“How does…no. I mean, is he going to always look like that now?” Her face crinkles up a bit, “He was cuter before.”

Lmao I love the honesty of kids and siblings have a special kind of honesty, I know from experience 😅

Are you okay? You know you can talk to your mom, me, even your dad about this whenever you want,” she looks back down at her drawing, and shakes her head. “No, you’re not okay?” “I’m okay, but daddy don’t like to talk about this, and it makes mommy sad.”

She should not have to deal with this 💔

Holding him on your hip as you grab the towel next to Scott, and he grabs your wrist, “You’re being negligent since he came into your life.” “Careful with your words, Scott. Because you purposefully let that woman bring a cat into my house, knowing our son was allergic,” you jerk your hand away from him, and bring the towel with you. Getting into the bedroom when you maneuver it around Suede’s body. “You do not get to put this on me. Just today your fiancé was telling us how Suede would like apples with walnuts on it.”

Yes!! Tell him!!👏🏻

“You got as much to say as she does with Taylor living with you. For the past three months, if I recall. That is when her apartment lease was up, and it wasn’t renewed. Now, I’m guessing since she hasn’t signed anywhere else, and you added another person to your own rental agreement, that she officially lives with you. So let’s quit going tit for tat, Scott because I got you beat. Whatever happened in the past, is the past. Currently we’re all trying to make sure that kids are happy and healthy. Suede is happy, and despite an added allergy, he’s healthy. Audrey is happy, despite her drawing a courtroom for fun,” Andy will continue to bring this up because it disgusts him. She should be playing with Barbie dolls.

Wow this was perfect 👏🏻

“And he doesn’t have to kick you when you’re down. What are you two doing?” You don’t move, just smile at the kids being able to see you and Andy love each other. It takes two point five seconds before they run, and crash into your back. “Do not get all silly, it’s bedtime,” they’re happy. They’re happy despite the chaos and hurt of the day. Giggling and having fun. Seeing true love between the adults in the house. A family in every sense of the word.

🥰🥰🥰

His eyes are so glossy, and you want to hold him so tightly. He didn’t have a family growing up. Didn’t have a present mother, father was in prison, didn’t have siblings, and you knew how much he wanted moments like this. “I’m fine,” Andy opts to keep his shirt, and pajama bottoms on. You get it, but you do love his topless suggles.

The moments he always wished for 🥹

Audrey shrugs, sitting up in the bed to look on the floor, “There’s room for him to sleep down there,” you shush her. Already she was getting too excited about Ann visiting. Ransom would never sleep on the floor, but she didn’t have to know it.

Haha just imagining Ransom on the floor for a sleep over 😂

Today has been exhausting, but this is the way you would want it to end. Suede’s rattling breathing on your chest, Audrey snuggled next to you, a hand holding Suede’s and a foot on Andy’s waist. She’s making sure she touches everyone.

She's so sweet 🥰

That is all it takes for Audrey and Suede to reach for the bags, pulling out the perfectly stuffed tissue paper. Audrey squeals as she holds up an iPad box, and your head immediately jerks towards Ransom, and Suede giggles, pulling out his own. “Ransom!” “What, they’re minis. And, they have their own data, so they can call you whenever they want.”

I love that his reasoning is that he got them not iPads but iPad minis 😂

Halfway through the trial, and a warning from the judge, Andy realized that Scott never thought you would move on. Thought that you would be there waiting on him for when he and Taylor inevitably split up. A man that wants to belittle a woman, just so he can weasel himself back in, but he didn’t know you.

He really is the worst 🤢

“You’re a pig, and that is the least of the things I can say. You called your own children baggage, and the only drama in her life is you. You want to say you got the best years, and you didn’t. I got all her firsts, and I’m going to have all her lasts, and you’re going to be a sad pathetic lonely man. Do you get that? Clearly you do, and that’s why you’re so bitter. You were a placeholder in her life, one that gave her the two best things you could, and you don’t even realize it. You had it all. Everything, and you threw it away for a woman that’s barely a woman, and when she’s bored, she will leave you. And if I ever hear you say another thing about my future wife…”

Ngl I love Andy's rants against Scott 🤭

No one has ever told you they love how you are a mother. It was just something that was expected of you. But hearing it from him is nearly painful. A pain that reverberates through your body because you believe him, and his words are strong. It’s a love that is so powerful it stings and overwhelms.

🥹🥹🥹

“Damn right it is. Go to sleep, little deer. I’ll clean everything up, and unlock the door, okay?” You smile, and nod. Letting beautiful dreams of unknown children, and your two oldest run around in a big backyard. What a dream. What a beautiful dream.

A dream that hopefully soon will be reality 🤞🏻

Two Good Reasons, Part 6

Summary: Andy’s

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, Scott Huffman, mentions of Suede’s bee stings, cute and sweet Ransom, self esteem issues, oral sex (F receiving), body worship, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 8K

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Lifting up Suede’s hand, you kiss over his welts and swollen skin. He had finally gone to sleep a little bit ago, and now you get to fully look over his pitiful body. Eyes puffy, nearly swollen shut, while welts dot over his exposed skin in a grotesque painful looking way. Putting his arm down, you glance over at Audrey who is nodding off to sleep. Lifting up her hand where a pretty pink bandage now resides to kiss her sting as well. She was a trooper through it all.

“Mommy, I’m sleepy,” she groans, looking up at you. You know how tired she is, her eyes tell you everything. She looks towards Andy, and then at you. He has been amazing. Calm, and rational, while you’ve been a ball of emotions. “Can Andy hold me like you are Suede so I can sleep?”

It hadn’t ever occurred to you how much Andy stepped back more with Audrey. Not because he didn’t like her or wasn’t comfortable, but because she has a voice, and she has a great relationship with her father. So instead of forcing, Andy waits on her. “If it’s okay with him, why don’t you ask?���

“Andy,” she sleepily says looking at him. He already leans back in the chair, but waits for her to actually ask him, “Can you hold me, so I can sleep?”

“Of course, princess,” you hold her hand, so she can jump off the exam table, and she wobbles one time before she gets to Andy, and he picks up your abnormally small daughter, and lets her koala on him, using his shoulder as a resting spot for her head. It’s nearly instantly her breathing changes.

“Thank you,” you sigh, wiping tears from your eyes. You thought you loved Andy, but seeing him in dad mode makes you love him more. It still shocks you just how much you do love him in this state, “Not just for that, but today. All of it. It was a good day, until it wasn’t.”

“Were you aware of his allergy to bees?” You shake your head no, and tears steadily stream down your cheeks. It is just another thing to add to his growing list. Food allergies were terrifying, but you still had ways to control them. Bees are something you can't. You can’t keep him inside, locked up in a bubble.

“Honey,” Andy coos, trying to soothe you from afar, and you shake your head in frustration. Wiping away the saline trails that stain your face.

“No, being a mother is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and I love it. But seeing him like this, and how he was earlier; Andy, I could have lost him.”

“But we didn’t,” a new round of never ending tears flow freely, and he doesn’t even realize what those two letters mean to you. We. You didn’t have to do this alone. You didn’t have to sit here with Suede, while Scott took Audrey home. You didn’t have to carry all this emotion and responsibility alone.

“Seeing him like that never gets easier.”

“How many times have you had to use the EpiPen?”

“That was just the second time. But it was somehow worse. It happened so fast, and I could see him straining to breathe, and he just couldn’t. And he was just looking up at me, so scared, and in so much pain. Seventeen times,” you lament. “He was stung seventeen times. And everything was rushing around us, and all I could see was my baby unable to just breathe. Allergies suck.”

“Fuck allergies,” you snort out a laughter as you brush back Suede’s curls. Even swollen, he is one of the most beautiful babies you’ve ever seen. Him and Audrey tied. Everyone thinks their own children are beautiful, but you just know, you have the most beautiful babies ever.

Andy stands abruptly when the door opens, followed by the doctor. Audrey never stirs, and he holds her tighter. It was such a fluid motion, like he was meant to be a father. Standing at attention for any news. “Alright, Mr. And Mrs. Huffman,” Andy rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything. The doctor thought the kids were his, and that’s all he cares about. Even if the last name annoyed him.

“I think it’s safe to say that Suede is allergic to bees for now. Here’s a prescription for a new EpiPen, and we’ve got him scheduled for a visit with his allergist. He needs to be tested again,” you assumed that was coming, and you dread it.

“Is there a possibility he isn’t allergic and it was because of the amount of stings?” Out of the corner of your eyes you see Andy slowly rub over Audrey’s back. Whether it was to keep her asleep or his own anxiety, you’re not sure, but in a weird way it soothes you.

The doctor sighs, “It’s possible of course, but you still need to go to the allergist. Other than that, he’s fine. He’ll probably need to do a sinus wash, give him his antihistamine, monitor him, but other than that, he’s free to go,” you nod. Overwhelmed, and exhausted yourself. Scooting to the edge of the exam table before Andy steps over, holding out his hand.

“Mrs. Huffman, I see you look defeated, and you shouldn’t be. He’s a strong boy, and you reacted quickly. You did everything that you could to prevent anything terrible. Don’t beat yourself up. Your son is a happy healthy boy because of how you two are raising him,” Andy beams. Standing up straighter, but then he looks at you, softening his smile as he helps you off the table. “Suede deserves lots of rest, and may I suggest mango sorbet?”

“We’ll keep that in mind, doctor. Thank you,” his words lift so much pressure off your back. Exhausted didn’t even begin to describe the way you feel. Exhaustion laces through every fiber of your body as you and Andy walk out of the ER. His hand firmly planted on the small of your back.

“I should have said that he’s a happy healthy boy because of the way that you have been raising him. Your kids are incredible because of you,” you hate crying. Despise it. And today you have cried so much! “Hey,” you look at Andy as he places Audrey in her seat. Taking so much care, so he doesn’t wake her up, “Can you let me shoulder some of this burden?”

Placing your baby boy in his seat, you peer at Andy from across the car, and nod your head. Clearing your throat, “As long as you let me carry some of your burdens.”

“Doe, I’ve never kept any secrets from you. You know all about my life, my family, and you still want me in yours and their life. But yes, if it gets too hard, we can be each other’s support,” for the first time since you heard Suede’s pained cries, and Audrey’s shrill screams, you smile. This is a difficult situation, but knowing you’re not alone as you trudge through this uncharted territory helps. Things don’t feel so heavy.

Settling into the car, Andy grabs your hand in his own quickly, while you lay up against his shoulder. Just breathing, and just listening to them. All of them. Including Andy.

——

“Auds, what cha doing?” Andy places another dish in the dishwasher, while Audrey sticks her tongue out, scribbling something on a piece of paper. She sits up on her knees with her face so close to the paper. “Audrey, you’re going to hurt your eyes,” and she sits back a bit more, and looks up at Andy.

“Who is the ban-if again?” Her head twists to the side, looking like a puppy as Andy throws a towel on the counter, walking towards the dinner table. He looks down at the picture Audrey has been coloring, and bites his tongue.

“This is the judge. That is the defense attorney, and this is you, the prosecutor. But what is the ban-if? I can’t remember.”

“Bailiff,” Andy says softly, reaching for his own crayon. He draws a person, and Audrey looks up at him smiling. “Do you remember what they do?”

“Umm,” he tries to make sense of this. Tries to figure out why a four year old is drawing parts of a courtroom for fun when she should be actually playing. Or coloring My Little Ponies or something. Anything but this. “That’s the one that is like a police officer? And they can take criminals back to jail?”

“Yeah, they’re the ones that keep the courtroom safe. Why are you doing this?”

Her brow furrows while she starts drawing figures in the jury box. Pausing to count each one, and Andy lets out a long breath, “Daddy said I’m going to be a lawyer, so I need to know these things,” she stops again, poking a finger at each figure, drawing in two more. “Twelve.”

Audrey leans back in her chair, looking up at Andy, “Can I have an applesauce pack?” Finally something normal for a child. He gets up out of his seat, and returns with two pouches. One for him, and one for her. She only eats one squeeze before she stares at her drawing. “Did Suede almost die?”

“No,” he answers without hesitation. Not almost. He could have, but everyone did what they needed to do.

“He looked purple though,” Andy’s fingers drum over the kitchen table, trying to think of a way to answer her questions. Questions that you might refuse to answer. “I tell Taylor that Suede can’t have walnuts or eggs because he’ll die, but can he really?”

“Yes, he can. But that’s why we carry those pens with us. They’re the safety measure until we get him to the hospital. As long as we’re careful…”

“How does…no. I mean, is he going to always look like that now?” Her face crinkles up a bit, “He was cuter before.”

“The swelling will go down. I’m sure it’ll look different for a few days, but it won’t stay that way. Are you okay? You know you can talk to your mom, me, even your dad about this whenever you want,” she looks back down at her drawing, and shakes her head. “No, you’re not okay?”

“I’m okay, but daddy don’t like to talk about this, and it makes mommy sad.”

“I’ll always listen. Mommy will, too. Even if it makes her sad,” he sees a slight grin edge up on her face before he settles back into his chair, and she picks up a different crayon. He couldn’t stop what’s already been done, so might add to it, “Where does the witness sit during cross examination?”

Her body wiggles around excitedly, drawing a square next to the judge, and then a little figure, “Good job, sweetheart,” he says, flicking his head towards the door before he jogs off to answer the knock. “Evening, Scott.”

“Where’s my son?” he pushes past Andy, and into the foyer, walking down the hall, and deeper in the house. Looking around the living room when he doesn’t see Suede. “And my daughter?”

“Audrey is doing courtroom homework in the dining room, and Suede is getting a bath in the big tub,” he flicks his eyes towards the dining room, before returning to Andy. “Audrey’s fine. I think you should check on Suede.”

Scott rolls his eyes before walking towards his old bedroom. Glancing towards the open closet, and his jaw tightens. Andy’s clothes were all in the closet. In the hamper. A different bed. He barely knocks on the door to the bathroom before opening it, and Suede looks at you before standing up in the tub, and trying to give you a hug. You softly run your hand up and down his back, keeping your movements slow. Careful not to be harsh on his welts.

Scott scans over Suede’s body before leaning back on the bathroom counter, and Suede gives him a little smile, realizing he wasn’t there to take him from you. You keep humming the song you had been humming before Suede squats back down, and falls into the water with a laugh.

“How is he?” It’s one of the first times you’ve ever felt like Scott has sounded concerned for Suede. “How many stings? My god. Buddy, you okay?”

“Chess. Mama. Na Na,” his few words turn to gibberish, and Scott pinches the bridge of his nose.

“He’s got to go back to the allergist, and get pricked again,” your hand skims the warm water. Trying to relax Suede, but relax yourself more. The ability to see all his stings hurt you so much.

“I think it’s safe to say that he’s allergic to bees. How many stings?”

Suede’s hand reaches towards yours before he stands, and creates a slide down the back of the tub. Giggling before doing it again. “You know I don’t like when he does that in my house.”

“Seventeen times,” you try to change the subject. Suede rarely took a bath in the big tub. And as soon as you caught Scott fucking the babysitter, his rules for your children having fun didn’t apply anymore. “Audrey was stung once.”

“Is she okay?” Keeping your eyes on your baby, you roll your eyes, but nod.

“Yes. They got the stinger out, and gave her a pink unicorn bandage. There’s a little bit of swelling, but it’s her left hand, so she can still hold a crayon.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being condescending or not,” not towards your daughter, but towards his priorities.

“And neither can I,” everything you said was the truth, and under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have cared for his concern. But here sits his son with seventeen stings, welts, swollen, wet coughs, and a snotty nose, and he’s worried about one sting. “His face turned purple again.”

“And how long did it take you to get to him?” Even though his words are calm, they cut deeply. Watching Suede now, you realize this evening could have ended very differently in a matter of seconds.

“It didn’t take long, but his airways had been sealed shut.”

“Seventeen goddamn times,” he says your name, and tears instantly flood your vision. “What the hell were you doing when our baby was stung that many times?”

“I was closer than you were.”

“Because it was your weekend. I would have never…”

“I didn’t know he was allergic to bees!” You shout, causing Suede to flinch. You take a deep breath, continuing the conversation softer, “Do you think I want my children to be stung? For them to feel any pain? Especially when it comes to their lives?” Suede whispers ‘Mama,’ standing up in the water, and he leans against you. “Do not put this on me, and act like it was my fault, I already feel guilty enough as it is.”

“You should!” Your eyes squeeze shut. Inhale. Exhale. You slowly open your eyes and look at Suede when you pick him up out of the tub without a towel. Holding him on your hip as you grab the towel next to Scott, and he grabs your wrist, “You’re being negligent since he came into your life.”

“Careful with your words, Scott. Because you purposefully let that woman bring a cat into my house, knowing our son was allergic,” you jerk your hand away from him, and bring the towel with you. Getting into the bedroom when you maneuver it around Suede’s body. “You do not get to put this on me. Just today your fiancé was telling us how Suede would like apples with walnuts on it.”

“That’s different!”

“How?” You shout. Actually raising your voice, and then pull the towel covered Suede closer against your body, while you snuggle him. “How is that different?”

“Because she didn’t actually do it! You’re the one that was stupid enough to take your eyes off our kids, probably to make out with Andy fucking Barber!”

“It’s time for you to leave,” Andy’s presence is enormous as he steps into the doorframe. Hands on his hips, and his voice so calm, and yet demanding. It’s easy to see why he is feared in the courtroom. How everyone knows he will be a judge one day. “You’re not coming into our home and talking like that in front of the kids.”

“Take a look at the deed, you prick,” Scott spins on his heels stopping in front of Andy, “There is no ‘our’ with you. There’s not even ‘our’ with me. There’s one person’s name on that deed, and it’s not hers. You want to know the reason why she’s still living here?”

“Because she’s got your children. You wouldn’t want her and the kids to be homeless now, would you?” Scott and Andy silently stare at one another. “I would have given her the house, too, Scott. It’s what good men do, right?”

“I’m still going for sole custody. This incident will be recorded. I’ve already gotten a copy of his ER discharge papers,” Andy’s eyes go ablaze with every disgusting word he says.

“No! Scott, don’t you dare! You don’t even want him. You let her bring a cat into his home! That was intentional,” you hold Suede even tighter, and Andy raises his hand slightly, keeping his eyes on your soon to be ex husband.

“Scott, you’re going to quit threatening my girlfriend.”

“My wife,” Scott gives him an evil smirk.

“That you cheated on,” Scott blinks quickly, looking away for a split second, “I should probably look at the prenup agreement, huh? You’re going to quit with your idle threats, you’re not going to push for sole custody. You’re going to carry on with the agreement that was settled in mediation, and when we find a house, you can have this place back since you’re the only one on the deed.”

“We’re still married. You know I can have something to say about you living here,” you wish he would. You wish that he would say something. Pig.

“You got as much to say as she does with Taylor living with you. For the past three months, if I recall. That is when her apartment lease was up, and it wasn’t renewed. Now, I’m guessing since she hasn’t signed anywhere else, and you added another person to your own rental agreement, that she officially lives with you. So let’s quit going tit for tat, Scott because I got you beat. Whatever happened in the past, is the past. Currently we’re all trying to make sure that kids are happy and healthy. Suede is happy, and despite an added allergy, he’s healthy. Audrey is happy, despite her drawing a courtroom for fun,” Andy will continue to bring this up because it disgusts him. She should be playing with Barbie dolls.

“This isn’t over,” Scott grunts before shoving past Andy’s shoulder. He stops to look towards the dining room before walking to the front door, leaving with a slam, and not a word to Audrey, and you gracefully fall to the floor. Clinging to and rocking Suede.

Exhausted.

Mentally exhausted.

Andy reaches on the bed, handing you Suede’s pajamas and cream. Sitting on the edge of the bed quietly as you put a diaper on him. Rubbing the cream into all of his stings. Slipping those pajamas on before lifting him up and holding him so tightly, and still he says nothing. He stares out into space.

“Suedey, you want to go get sissy so we can get everyone in bed?”

“Chess,” he runs off, and you spin to look at Andy. He’s the only reason you’re upright at this moment. He has been your strength.

“Would you tell me if I overstep my bounds?” You get to your knees, crawling in between his thighs before laying on his lap. Extending both arms around his waist, and just hug him. “This is too sweet, but you’re not answering.”

“Yes, babe, I’d tell you. You know you’re the only person that’s ever taken up for me,” Andy gives your back scritches. Sighing as his body relaxes. Going limp almost at your calming touch, “You didn’t have to go so hard on him with the house, but I loved it.”

“And he doesn’t have to kick you when you’re down. What are you two doing?” You don’t move, just smile at the kids being able to see you and Andy love each other. It takes two point five seconds before they run, and crash into your back. “Do not get all silly, it’s bedtime,” they’re happy. They’re happy despite the chaos and hurt of the day. Giggling and having fun. Seeing true love between the adults in the house. A family in every sense of the word.

“Since…since Suedey is sleeping in here, can I sleep in here, too?” Andy looks at you, and you look at him, and without saying a word, and barely either of your faces changing, you know the answer. You give her a nod and she runs, struggling to get into the bed.

Suede’s eyes already get heavy, his antihistamine kicking in. Audrey understood that her brother is going to sleep on your chest all night, while you hardly sleep. A paranoia of his breathing stopping, so you need to watch his body rise and fall with his oxygen intake.

“How about a movie?” Audrey asks, motoring her lips and blowing a raspberry. She’s extra cute when she thinks she’s being sly.

“One movie. Lights completely out,” you tell her, crawling into the bed with Audrey. “Andy?” It isn't hesitation in his eyes as much as it’s observing. Smiling as Audrey leans over on your stomach. Wiggling around to get comfortable, and then reaches for her brother’s hand. “You okay?”

His eyes are so glossy, and you want to hold him so tightly. He didn’t have a family growing up. Didn’t have a present mother, father was in prison, didn’t have siblings, and you knew how much he wanted moments like this. “I’m fine,” Andy opts to keep his shirt, and pajama bottoms on. You get it, but you do love his topless suggles.

“Is there room for me?” He asks lifting his edge of the bed’s covers up.

“Chess, Na Na! Hewe!”

“You hold mommy’s hand.”

“I don’t mind if I do,” Andy leans over, giving you a quick peck to your temple, causing an uproar of sleepy laughter, and he weaves his fingers in yours. His other hand grabs the remote. “I say we watch Winnie the Pooh,” both kids nod, giggling again.

“Next time can Ann come to our slumber party?”

“Where is he going to sleep, baby?”

Audrey shrugs, sitting up in the bed to look on the floor, “There’s room for him to sleep down there,” you shush her. Already she was getting too excited about Ann visiting. Ransom would never sleep on the floor, but she didn’t have to know it. She settles back in between you and Andy, and you glimpse her edging a little closer to him. Finally, sticking her foot out, so she can touch him, too.

Touch is a way she shows her comfort. Before Suede was born, if she slept in the bed with you and Scott, she’d lay diagonally between the two of you. Hands on you, feet on him. It feels right. Like they’ve always belonged to him. To you and him.

Today has been exhausting, but this is the way you would want it to end. Suede’s rattling breathing on your chest, Audrey snuggled next to you, a hand holding Suede’s and a foot on Andy’s waist. She’s making sure she touches everyone. And the man that you know is without a doubt your soulmate. Your mate. Your best friend. And the man you are going to marry, once the divorce is over. But there’s a part of you that also believes you could maybe give him a child. It’s what he deserves.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him, and he pulses his hand around yours.

“Get a couple hours of sleep. I’ll watch his breathing,” you thank him again, but you can’t sleep. Not like that. You're sure he’s fine, but a mother will forever worry. But tonight, the worry isn’t as bad because you have your entire world in one bed.

——

“Uhh!” Suede stops his playing in the middle of the floor. His eyes big and wide as he stares at you, and then at Andy. “Hewe!”

“I’ll get it!” Audrey runs towards the door with you close behind. Going as fast as her short little legs will carry her, and Suede is right behind. She slings the door open, gasping as she stares at the tall man, “Uncle Ann!”

“Uncle?” Ransom asks confused.

“Ann!”

“Ran, what are you doing here?” He brings his hands out from behind his back, shrugging as he holds out two gift bags, too expertly decorated, and you give him an odd look. “What are you doing?”

“One, two!” Audrey shouts. Jumping up and down, and getting the same reaction from Suede. “There’s two, that’s for me and Suedey!”

“It is. Can I come in?” You step aside, waiting for Ransom to enter before closing the door, “Where’s your less than desirable boyfriend?”

“I heard that,” Andy steps out of the kitchen, extending a hand to his colleague, and Ransom shakes his head no. “I was cleaning up after lunch,” Ransom grimaces, “Doe made lunch, I cleaned up. And then for dinner we’re ordering out.”

“Indian!”

“Chess!” as if in response Andy smiles wide, noticing the presents, and both kids chasing Ransom’s arms that keep lifting the bags up. You have kept both kids out of ‘school’ until Suede fully heals. Needing to see what his new allergies are before you let him out of your sight. Audrey wanted to stay with her brother, much to Scott’s chagrin.

“Me?” Suede asks, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Yes, one is for you.”

“Let’s clean up the living room, and take everything back to the playroom room first,” the kids groan, but head into the living room, “Keep him here, until we’re done. It’s a mess,” Andy watches the three of you leave with the biggest smile on his face.

“So you made this thing social media official. Profile pictures changed to a family photo. I’m sure Scotty is going to love that,” Andy rolls his eyes playfully, starting to walk away, and Ransom chuckles. “Cute fingernail polish.”

“Audrey got bored during Suede and Doe’s nap. I’m taking it off before tomorrow. What’s in the bag?” Ransom shrugs with a smile walking down the hall before stopping. “Thought you were going to be cocky, but didn’t know where you were going.”

“Listen, I don’t get sappy, and I’m not going to start right now, but you suit this life. Maybe not in this dump of a house, but with her, the kids, maybe more kids,” his eyebrows raise and fall a few times, and Andy gets the biggest grin, “You’re already trying aren’t you? Before the divorce is finalized, that’s risky.”

“I know. I know. Her doctor and Scott really did a number to her self esteem with another pregnancy. But I am hopeful, and I enjoy the practice,” he turns around quickly, causing Suede to flinch before he giggles, screaming back down the hallway and into the living room, “I think he’s telling us they’ve cleaned, and he wants to see what the present is. And if it’s expensive, she’s going to complain.”

“Then I suppose I’ll hear her complain,” gesturing down the hall, Ransom lets Andy lead him into the living room where Suede and Audrey sit cross legged in the floor. Practically buzzing with excitement, and trying not to make grabby hands. Looking at their mom and then at Ransom. “I don’t know why you’re waiting on me.”

That is all it takes for Audrey and Suede to reach for the bags, pulling out the perfectly stuffed tissue paper. Audrey squeals as she holds up an iPad box, and your head immediately jerks towards Ransom, and Suede giggles, pulling out his own. “Ransom!”

“What, they’re minis. And, they have their own data, so they can call you whenever they want.”

“I can call from upstairs?” You shake your head no, and Audrey pouts a bit. “Why not?”

“You can if it’s important, but these will be kept up at night. You’re not going to sit and play with them all day. You’ll have to earn time on it,” you never want your kids to be addicted to media.

“Can we take it to daddy’s and I can call you there?” You glance towards Ransom who gives you a warm smile, nodding. “And we won’t even have to ask to FaceTime you!”

“Chess!” Suede takes his box over to Andy, crawling in his lap, and he gives it a tap. “Pease, Na Na.”

“Doe, I think they earned this. And it would be a nice opportunity for the future,” there is so much more to these than either of the men are making it. It’ll be an issue with their father. But to have the ability to call them whenever they’re at Scott’s would be a huge relief. You can only answer with a nod, motioning Audrey to let you help her open the box. Whispering a thank you to Ransom.

Relief warms your body. It could be just for the moment, Scott may not let them use the iPads, but right now, you have an ease when you didn’t realize it was something that bothered you. Now that Suede has at least one more allergy to deal with, you just know nobody watches him quite like you do. Even his father. Even Andy. And that’s something you have to deal with in your own time.

——

Andy nods his goodbye to the judge, collecting all his things, and tries to keep his eyes on his task. It was a trial with Scott. Andy had thankfully remained calm and collected, while Scott was losing grip on the trial. Taking things far too personally. The Neanderthal part of Andy wants to lash out at Scott, wants to tell him to grow up. The little man with a big issue.

Halfway through the trial, and a warning from the judge, Andy realized that Scott never thought you would move on. Thought that you would be there waiting on him for when he and Taylor inevitably split up. A man that wants to belittle a woman, just so he can weasel himself back in, but he didn’t know you. Cheating was always your ‘I’m done and never going back’ moment. And why anyone would want to cheat on you, the perfect woman, is beyond him.

He grabs up his briefcase, heading towards the door, and finally free from him and today. He is almost gone, “At least I got her best years,” Andy stops immediately. Contemplating how he wants to deal with this. How he wants to address Scott’s demeaning comment. During his thought process Scott walks past Andy, brushing roughly against his shoulder.

“Is there a problem?” Scott spins around, shaking his head no. Thankfully the courtroom has cleared out, but Andy is so tired of these mind games. The threats. The disgusting behavior. The low blowing comments. He’s hitting a peak that he knows he’s going to have to address. “Honestly, what’s your deal?”

“Nothing,” he acts as if to move, and then stops, “You really don’t need her drama. You’re a good looking man, and have younger women vying for your attention. You could have a woman without baggage, and one who can still give you a child,” Andy’s teeth clench just as hard as his fists. “Think about it. Your own children with your last name. And besides, you know, everything is tighter.”

“You’re a pig, and that is the least of the things I can say. You called your own children baggage, and the only drama in her life is you. You want to say you got the best years, and you didn’t. I got all her firsts, and I’m going to have all her lasts, and you’re going to be a sad pathetic lonely man. Do you get that? Clearly you do, and that’s why you’re so bitter. You were a placeholder in her life, one that gave her the two best things you could, and you don’t even realize it. You had it all. Everything, and you threw it away for a woman that’s barely a woman, and when she’s bored, she will leave you. And if I ever hear you say another thing about my future wife…”

“What?” Scott interrupts, and Andy smiles, resuming his walking. Let Scott ponder the things that Andy could do if he wanted to. Let him sit and think about all the things Andy could do to ruin him, while he gets to go home to you. He isn’t waiting, a new house will need to be found. Scott is pushing too many boundaries, and being shameless about it. Tonight, he just wants you to feel all the ways that he is better, and the ways you are better with him. How perfect you truly are.

——

Andy watches you from the bed. His book laying on his stomach, and his eyes flit over your entire body. For one, he just loves to look at you. He loves seeing how even though you and your body have changed, you’re still the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. You’re immaculate. Perfect. He just hates he missed so many years of getting to absorb you.

Another reason he watches, you seem tense. There’s an off-ness about you this evening that he can’t put his fingers on. Coupled with the words from Scott earlier today, it bothers him. You peer at yourself longer in the mirror than you normally do. You turn your body to the side, your eyes looking up and down your body. Do you not see what he sees? Do you not realize how amazing he finds your body? How every bit of the added curves are something that he wants to kiss.

You look into the mirror, and it’s like your face falls. You don’t see you like he sees you. You don’t understand the goddess that he gets to be in the presence of every day. Every fucking day he gets to be in your orbit, and he’s thankful, but you’re looking at yourself like you hate what you see. Even as a teenager you didn’t have this much self esteem issues, and he wonders what Scott has ever said to you to make you doubt your beauty, despite your flaws.

You turn to look at him, and quickly your vision falls to the vanity in front of you, twiddling your fingers on your gown. Andy places a bookmark in his book, laying it down on the nightstand before walking into the bathroom with you. Standing behind you, while his hands trace down the sides of your body. Circling his arms around your front before he pulls you into him.

His nose inhales your newly bathed scent. Slowly making his way higher before nipping at your jaw. “Doe, honey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie, and one hand moves to your breasts, the other trailing further south. “Andy,” his brow furrows as he looks at your reflection. That sounds like a plea for him to stop. “Why are you with me?”

Sighing, he rests his chin on your shoulder. His hands stop, but they don’t leave their spots. Andy only looks at your reflection, “Because I love you.”

“Why?” If he could get away with it, he might kill Scott. You are a woman that is now going to question his motives because of Scott. He knows that Scott choosing Taylor hurt more than your ego, but these feelings are deeper, coming from a place of Scott words.

“You’re my best friend. You are the strongest woman I know. You make me laugh, smile, get excited to come here, and one day I’ll be going home to our family. I love seeing you be a mother, and how fiercely you love your kids,” your waterline fills with tears. No one has ever told you they love how you are a mother. It was just something that was expected of you. But hearing it from him is nearly painful. A pain that reverberates through your body because you believe him, and his words are strong. It’s a love that is so powerful it stings and overwhelms.

“You’re a damn good cook. And I love watching you in this element. I love watching you move on top of me in the mornings. Your whispered moans as you use me. I love watching you sleep. You don’t have to be doing anything, and still I love it.”

“That sounds so creepy,” you manage to huff out a laugh, and wipe away stray tears.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, but your beauty is more than your looks,” his words turn into moans as he kisses your body. Slowly taking your nightgown off you, and your hands immediately cover your stomach in shame. Everything in here with all the lights and the mirror is intimidating.

Andy sinks to his knees as he descends further down. Leaning around your body as he kisses on your arms, using his hands to pull your arms off your body, and he ghosts his lips over your belly. Saying your name like a sweet prayer with every tender touch of his lips.

“I will spend everyday worshiping you, and reminding you how perfect you are for me as long as you do the same. I will lift you up from the depths of whatever pit that Scott left you in because I need you. I love you. And I will give us a baby,” waterfalls of tears pour down your cheeks and still his lips linger. Going lower, and lower before kissing your covered core.

“I’m not giving up on you, on us, on expanding our family because Audrey and Suede are part of my family. I get all of you. Every bit of it, and I’ve always wanted it. I’ll take you in any shape or form because it’s you I want. I want to grow old with you. I want to sit on our porch in rockers, and watch our grandchildren play. You are what I’ve always wanted,” you whimper as he licks a strip up the gusset of your panties. Hooking his fingers in the elastic before pulling them slowly down your body.

He smiles at your exposed core. Desperately moaning at the sight of you even though you don’t have a thigh gap or you’re thicker than when you first were together. Despite your older age, he still stares at you like you’re a work of art. His look has never changed. His tongue roams through your split, and you spread your legs further apart. Stepping back to give him more room, and he moves to your front, sitting on the floor, while he desperately eats your cunt.

Pulling you nearly over him, and his hands roam over your naked body. His hands working you over. Loving you wordlessly. Using his hands to show he wanted your body in this form, and any form you gave him. Scott tried so many times to ruin you. Mentioned how it wouldn’t be long before Andy wanders, too because you wanted too much. And there would never be a man that holds up to your standards. Except, here he is, sitting on the floor, feasting on you like a five star dinner.

“Watch yourself,” he pants, staring up at you, and you glance down confused. “I want you to see just how amazing you look when I make you come. When I taste you, and make you moan, watch,” his face buries back into your warmth, but he keeps his eyes on you. He kneads and tweaks your nipples, and you grind over his mouth. Trying to watch yourself despite the embarrassment until the pleasure becomes too much. Watching while you enjoy the way he makes you feel.

“Andy,” he pinches your nipples harder. Rolling them in his fingers, while you let out the most beautiful mewl. Too loud, so he stops. “Andrew Barber!”

Andy maneuvers himself out of the floor, and gets right in your face as his thick hand rubs off the slick on his beard. His hands grab the hemline of his shirt, and he pulls it off his body, and then pulls down his boxers. “You’re too loud, and will wake up the kids.”

“But it feels too good,” whining because why is he a god in a man’s body? Why is sex on legs? Able to make your pussy throb, and cry for him.

“Pouting is going to get you nowhere,” he steps behind you, pressing a hand in between your shoulder blades, and adds pressure. Leaning you forward before gathering your slick on the crown of his cock. “But I will fuck you, while I cover your mouth. I’m going to make you stare at yourself, while I pump you full of cum, and breed you like a bitch in heat,” your mouth falls open, and you start to say something but he lays a hand on your mouth, and in one thrust, his cock stretches you wide open.

Yipping when he slides all the way home, “You talk too much. Just enjoy the ride,” that hand on your mouth never moves, but he grips your hip tight as he crashes into you over and over again. “See how your eyes get all glossy and wide because I’m fucking you? How your body moves every time that I fill this cunt like no one else ever has. That’s because you were made for me. You are mine. All mine, and I will fuck you until you swell with me. Our other babies are going to fawn over you. They’re going to be so excited to see their mama happy and full.”

You preen. Your back bows, but you’re watching him. He’s so sexy when he’s slightly angry. When his only determination is giving you what you want, his baby. It’s all so much. Overwhelming. You feel everything, see everything, “Keep your eyes on you,” you try, but he’s too beautiful. “Doe! On you!”

He spears into with so much force that you see stars, and watch yourself. He’s so rough, and yet, your body takes him. Takes every thick, hard inch of him. You were meant for him. You were meant solely for him. To give him a family that he’s always wanted. The new tears in your eyes are something else entirely, they’re the realization that you were for Andy. Good enough for him. Enough for him! The perfect man you could ever imagine, you were enough. And it is addictive. You’ve always been addicted to him. Always longed for him.

You tug at his arm, and his hand moves to your neck. “I’m good enough,” you plead, trying to keep your voice quiet. “I’m good enough for you.”

“You’ve always been good enough,” this isn’t love making. This is fucking, and fucking hard. It’s claiming you. It’s possessive. It’s demanding. It’s what you need. “You’ve always been mine. And you will always be mine,” he grunts, and crashes his mouth into yours. Aggressive, and nearly cruel, and you love it. You love when this side of Andy comes out. When you are the only one that sees that darker side that lurks just below the surface. He saves himself losing his cool on you.

Something pissed him off today, and your pussy suffers in pleasure. Your body tightens. Keeling as you start to lose the ability to stand, letting his hands hold you up. He gives each nipple a hard squeeze, and you scream into his mouth. Swallowing every aggravated grunt. Losing the function to be human as pleasure soaks over you like a warm blanket.

Andy’s hands slap on your belly and in one hard, pounding, deep thrust he shoots his load into your belly, and you feel it expand to take every drop. Your walls flutter, milking every bit, while he pants into your mouth. Pulling off your lips, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “I promise you, Doe, I will fuck a baby in you. And I will never stop trying. It will happen. And you can look that doctor in the eyes, and tell him that he was wrong. You’re mine, and I will see you pregnant. I will have every experience with you.”

“I believe you,” panting, he pulls his softening cock out of you, but a hand covers your mound. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping it in there, while I walk you to the bed. And then I’m going to watch myself, leak out of your hole, and I’m fingering it back in there. This is the one. You’ll see. This is it. This is our baby.”

“I hope so, but if it’s not, can you fuck me like that again?” Waddling back into the bedroom he pushes you onto the bed, and then he’s back in between your legs, covering your hole again. “Do you need a front row seat?”

“Yes,” you giggle, and Andy smiles, kissing a line from one side of your pelvis to the other. “It’s so sexy to know I’m in there. And I’m controlling it. And it’s sexy to see you push it out. It’s sexy to watch you swallow it after it’s been in you. It’s sexy to see me drying on your skin.”

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him, “Andy, I want to see you watch me leak of you,” that mouth quirks up, and he moves his hand. Staring at you like this was a blockbuster movie, and you push it out. His breathing hitches as thick rivers of him spill out of you.

Instead of immediately pushing it back in, Andy gathers some on his finger. He lifts his hand, and starts writing across your pussy. My god, he looks like a teenage boy, smiling mischievously. His finger moving over you sweetly despite being covered in cum, “What are you spelling?”

“You can’t tell?”

“I felt an ‘A’.”

“Andy’s,” he chuckles again, before looking at your gaping hole. “This is the best thing. Your pussy is a mess,” and he slides the rest back in. Pumping his fingers into your wet heat a few times. “You slut. Are you getting off on this?”

“Mhmm. Make me come on your cum, daddy.”

“Such a slut,” he didn’t want this to last. He wants you to come, so he can make you clean him off. He pulls out all the stops. Curling his fingers, adding a third one, and you’re already lifting off the bed. Already leaking. So wet. Squelches echo into the bedroom, and it’s the best lullaby. “My personal slut.”

Your orgasm comes way too fast as the calluses of his fingers massage that special spot. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into you, and just before you moan too loudly, you cover your mouth, letting your body reach that perfect height when everything falls down. Clenching your eyes closed, and when you open them, Andy is hovering over you with messy fingers.

“Open up,” you obey, and he holds out his fingers for you to suck every bit of your essences off him. Moaning just as much as he is. “That’s the one, Doe. I just fucked a baby in you. I just know it.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he cocks up an eyebrow, and your eyes get so heavy, “Because this,” you lay both hands on your belly. So sleepy. “This is Andy’s.”

“Damn right it is. Go to sleep, little deer. I’ll clean everything up, and unlock the door, okay?” You smile, and nod. Letting beautiful dreams of unknown children, and your two oldest run around in a big backyard. What a dream. What a beautiful dream.

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Awww I’m happy you like it 🥹🥹🥹 it’s a cute one 🥺

Mixed conditions might be favouring the papaya boys tho. I’m not sure they figured out fully the difficulties they had in spa with the long straight so wet track when it doesn’t matter could help them out and also they’re pretty handy in wet conditions 😌 tell me about it… it’s always them… not enough that they’re being used as Guinea pigs for f1 and experiencing the most difficult weather to drive in they also get their races cancelled… like this they can really show their talent and worth 🫣 I want a double papaya podium so damn bad 🥹🥹🥹 maybe Monza? Or Singapore? 🥺 it’ll be so damn special 🫠

How dare you left it out? That’s the OG pic of big neck 😭 he somehow looks even hotter than before must have been the summer break glow and the fact that we didn’t see him much during the break. He’s so adorable in post race interviews, always positive and just smiling even if he has a shit race 🥺🥺

F3 neck 🤔 definitely smaller and slimmer but still sexy af 😮‍💨😮‍💨with the moles on his adams apple 🫨🫨🫨

No worries love, he’s damn cute I love him so much🥺🥺🥺 and we get another race with him 🥰

Yeah, I usually answer either super early, like when I get to work or late at night when I’m already knackered 😭😭😭 and trying so hard not to fall asleep while answering back 😭 omg imagine if that happens haha

Calling Oscar ugly?!! What the hell?? Can’t be real… Fernando over Oscar? Must be a crime..

I’m so sorry for asking to choose between Oscar and Liam 😭😭😭 there is no right or wrong answer tho I was just curious😌 lmao choosing between their child 😭😭😭 that’s literally how I feel…. (Considering the age gap between them and me…😪)

yea! honestly my head has been too messy recently to think about the car and where it’s good and whatever, i just cross my fingers and hope for the best 😶 but yes they def are good in wet conditions! i mean oscar is always talking about how much he likes it, doing his rain dances and everything 😝 yeah exactly, it sucks… but as long as we can get a double papaya podium before the season ends, everything is worth it 🤭🤭 (okay not really everything, but……. a lot of things)

honestly i should’ve made ten highlight posts, it was so hard to choose what pictures to use 🥲 yeah it’s probably that!! you know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder… i was very fond of osc before the break so now im almost exploding with fondness 🥰🥰

the thing is that… i’m always all like “yeah i love his neck now, it’s perfect, so thankful for the long hair”, but then i look back at pics and videos of him from his prema days and just question myself because he looks so good there too? no matter the neck size and the hair? it’s all just cutie lovely oscar 🥺 and yes very sexy 🤭

i did once accidentally video call a friend group when i was still sleeping when i was like 15… so i had the phone propped up in my hand so my friends could join the call and just see me sleeping 🫠 when i woke up and realized that i had called them, i wrote like “oops sorry it was on accident” hoping that no one had joined the call, but a friend wrote back “yeah i could tell” 😩 so i always get scared of me doing something similar whenever i use my phone while being sleepy lmao! and now im using it as im tired again….

honestly his taste is so dumb… sometimes he makes sense (like today we had a good conversation about how lovely alex is) and then the next second he calls alonso cute and oscar ugly?? 🤨 make it make sense

PLS the age gap isn’t even that big 😭 i meaaaan i’m happy to like people my age for once, it doesn’t happen often 😌 it’s especially not common for me to crush on someone born in the same year as me lmao but liam! bless him for being born in a good year 🫶

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I fear he opens his mouth way too wide and doesn’t know what to do with his hands 🥴 I’ll never been able to read fic the same knowing it’s all a lie

those hands aint stopping me!

Anonymous asked: I don’t think we’re actually going to see them again together like 99% sure

FNBHDJN HONESTLY SAME AND IT WOULD BE EVEN FUCKING FUNNIER

Anonymous asked: Funny cus between tiktok and daily mail he was fucking 12 other girls meanwhile it was none of them they said

lITERALLY

Anonymous asked: I feel like she’s always trying to show off her breasts in her ig pics they’re always there

to be fair if I looked like that I probs would too

Anonymous asked: Harry can have his fun but girl I’m tired of her and her dumb feminist takes that are hollow as shit and people treating her like a gah damn prophet as if actual oppressed women havent been speaking harder and louder. She thinks fucking men and then kicking them to the curb to get back at her cheating ex husband is feminism. and while I don’t really give a fuck you can fuck however many people you want, you gotta stop sitting on podcasts acting like you’re changing the world! On that note I will not talk about her dumb mindless words and bellybutton anymore goodbye

djfbhuc yeah I get what you mean for sure DKFNHJ ALSO NOT THE BELLYBUTTON GODKJHUJI

Anonymous asked: damn that’s kinda sad blondie probably thought she had a new friend meanwhile she was just tryna fuck her boyfriend. She’s soooo me

hELP MEEEEE

Anonymous asked: sorry i wouldn't be able to hit with the outie staring at me like that

NJFBHUIJDKOL

Anonymous asked: me in my group chats updating my besties on everything going down rn ✌️😌

SO TRUE

Anonymous asked: I think people are giving this situation too much credit. I fear I looked that exact same was at the men’s lacrosse formal my senior year I never saw that man again btw

NFBHHUIJDKOLS

Anonymous asked: When is sleepy time?

JFNHBHUJ GOOD QUESTION

Anonymous asked: It hasn’t even been a day since tour is over (for now) like he couldn’t let us a few days of quiet. I expect him to shut up and disappear until early May!

(My tone isn’t serious if you can’t tell 😭)

NFBHHUJNFBFJKDL

Anonymous asked: she’s a spitting image of Kendall I am not going to let this elephant stand in the room any longer

I find her way more attractive than kendall

Anonymous asked: Remember Tess posting that jet lag salad? Lahdjd

god the shit she did I am crying

Anonymous asked: I feel like his sister would roast the shit out of him when she sees the video and be like “so disappointing” with her British accent

FNBHGYHUJDJBFHUIJK

[munsonology]

I've been thinking about Eddie's reaction to reader calling him "stink" or "stinkabutt" for the first time. He'd be so confused/maybe even a little hurt. He's used to stigma about him because he's poor that he doesn't upkeep his hygiene, but he does. Eddie is meticulous about showering and smelling good (even if his hair is a disaster at times). But he most certainly does not stink.

You can see the look of hurt flashing over his face and then have to VERY quickly explain that it's a term of endearment. He's a bit confused at first, "What do you mean it's a term of endearment? A term of endearment is baby or babe, not stink or stinkabutt."

It turns into you going to your parents--dragging a very reluctant and pouty Eddie behind you--to ask, "Mom, what was your nickname for dad when you two were dating?"

She looks at you a little unsure of where it's going, but does answer. "Baby, and interchangeably stink."

You turn to Eddie to emphasize the point. His shoulders drop a little and he finally relents that okay it is a culturally rooted term of endearment but you cannot call him that in public. Not that he's ashamed of you, but because he doesn't need assholes with more fuel. You can agree until Eddie's helping you with some last minute errands for dinner. He grabs the box of macaroni noodles you need off the shelf.

"Thanks stinkabutt." You'd been sort of teasing him all day, tapping his ass as he walked slightly in front of you, pressing into his back when paused in the aisle. But you definitely did not want to cross this line because Eddie specifically asked you not tol. And yet, here you are. As the name is falling off your lips, you are slapping a hand over your mouth. "No, no, no, no, I'm so sorry babe," you correct.

Eddie shakes his head a little, a tiny smile on his lips. "I get it," he assures you. "No harm, no foul. But out of the two of us, the best ass is yours."

You're so relived he's not angry, but you take extra care to use "baby" or "babe" the rest of the day. Even snuggled up on the couch in the trailer, Eddie laying on your stomach, body between your legs, your fingers in his hair, you don't use stink, you don't use stinkabutt.

Eddie's on the verge of falling asleep. Between you scratching at his scalp and rubbing at his back after a hefty dinner of chicken tenders, mac'n'cheese, and string beans, Eddie knows he's about to go under for the count.

He snuffles, chin resting into your gut. He taps your side to get you to look at him. When you do, he pouts. "Do you hate me?"

"Hate you? Eddie, what are you on about?" you ask.

"See--that. You used my name. What happened to babe? What happened to stink?"

"I-I felt bad for earlier. Didn't want to mess up again," you tell him.

He shakes his head, eyes fluttering close for a moment as you graze his cheek. "Nope, I'm stink now, okay?"

You laugh gently at his tired pout. "Go to sleep, stink. God, you get childish when you're sleepy."

Eddie grins. "Hell yeah, I'm stink."

Eddie passes out from the itis like two minutes later and he definitely snores. Thankfully, the movie's fake gore and screeches help cut over some of the nose Eddie's making.

-H

Ongggg H this amazing 😭 it’s so beautifully written and I’m having so many thoughts 🤓 thank you for sending this because I was dozing off and I have deep fried Oreos to eat lol

so on the debate on if Eddie has good hygiene or not, I think he does have good hygiene but maybe he didn’t always have that. It’s something he had to learn how to do on his own, and with parents in and out the house he didn’t have the best guidance.

I think when he first went to Wayne’s, Eddie just knew taking a bath. Wayne had to tell him about deodorant and washing behind his ears and under his fingernails and flossing. The plant doesn’t have the best healthcare so he instilled in Eddie he has to take care of himself. Just like a teenager he didn’t listen 100% of the time. Eddie had several cavities that needed to be taken care of. Watching wayne struggle to pay the bill (even after insurance) brought him to reality far to early for any child. I also think something like this is how he started dealing.

I get why Eddie feels the way he does tho about the nickname you give him. My mom used to call me witchy Pooh when I’d get zits on my nose and she’d think it’s cute but at school it’s a different story. People think you’re greasy/dirty if you have acne and that’s just for some moderate acne. So like me, Eddie is super sensitive for people pointing out if he smells or if his clothes aren’t the best. It’s likely a coping mechanism for some ptsd from his life before Wayne.

And Eddie would so get upset if you don’t call him by his nickname anymore or you call him his first name or GASP his government name! He’ll never be Edward to anyone! Calling him stick grows on him not only because he knows it’s coming from you and he’s safe, no need to worry about bullying, but also because he sees how your parents are too. They tease each other about habits and call each other nicknames they only know and it’s cute to be someone’s ‘stink’. It means he’s close to you, y’all share so much you’ve rubbed off on each other. Becoming each others stink.

[plxviofiles]

pizza and deep conversations

☝️ originally posted by marvellegends

#kate bishop x fem!reader, soft angst, fluff !!

WARNINGS: one slightly suggestive joke 🙏

→ it’s hard to be angry at kate bishop, even when she wakes you up at 2 am in the morning for pizza after an exhausting Christmas day.

A/N: @neozworld I KNOW I KNOW you gave me a fluff prompt and this was supposed to be fully fluff but I included soft angst as well 😭 I know you’re not a marvel fan, but ty for listening my rants on natasha and kate and ty for this wonderful idea <3 ily.

A/N 2: idk if this is counted as a christmas fic? but I hope you enjoy reading <3 this is truly my favorite prompt. also hawkeye episode 3 !??! maya is so cool and <clintkate's dynamic3

! word count: 1.1K

“Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe.”

Look, there’s a whole lot of reasons why you were ignoring your girlfriend.

1. You were tired. So tired.

2. Why were you tired? Kate kept you up all night. And no, not for what you might think, but for watching chick flicks because Kate insisted that Christmas Eve was the best time to watch them.

3. You spent the whole Christmas day celebrating with the Avengers. With the idiocy of the boys (and by the boys you mean Tony, Thor, Sam, and Bucky), and with the combined teasing of Yelena, Natasha, Wanda, and occasionally even Kate, you felt like smashing your head into a wall.

4. It was 2 am.

“No,” you mumble in your sleep, pushing Kate’s face away with your hand. Kate huffs and swats your arm away, then starts to shake it over and over, “y/n! Wake up!”

It was times like this that your girlfriend reminded you of Clint’s kids. She always had energy and you were the opposite usually.

“Katie, I’m exhausted,” you manage to say, trying weakly to pull your arm away, “Please.”

“But I’m hungry,” she pouts, but to no avail, your eyes still closed, “You know what I need?”

You decide to give her the benefit of a doubt, silently praying that all she wants is crackers and tea (since you had that in the kitchen), but when you open one eye and meet her mischievous grin, you groan on impulse.

“Babe, I’m not getting up at 2 am to get you pizza,” you grunt with annoyance.

“Do you love me?” she asks you seriously, and you whine loudly, “Katie, please, just because I’m too tired to get you pizza doesn’t mean I don’t love you!”

“But you’re already awake,” she pleads continually, taking a pillow and swatting you with it, “Pleaseeeee!”

“ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT,” you shout tiredly, sitting up on the bed, “IM UP.”

“YES,” Kate pumps her fist in victory and you rub your sleepy eyes to meet the archer’s hypnotic blue ones. She blinks like she knows how much irritation is building up. You see that she’s already dressed and ready.

“How long have you been awake?” you question her, suddenly awake, and concern evident, “You need proper sleep, Katie.”

She threads her hand through her long black hair, sighing audibly and not looking directly at you, “I didn’t sleep.”

“Restless?” you whisper knowingly, intertwining your hand with hers and you realise for the thousandth time that it fits perfectly.

“All the time,” she whispers back, squeezing your hand in search of comfort.

You stay silent and kiss her knuckles, slowly and purposefully. Kate’s breath hitches in her throat.

“It’s hard being a hero,” you tell her, still holding her hand, “Whatever your hands do or are going to do, I love them.”

Kate tears up after a few seconds of resistance, and you instinctively wrap your arms around her.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and loving rubs on her back, you detach yourself and wipe the tears under her eyes, eliciting a weak smile. Then, you pull a jacket on, throwing her your favorite sweater of yours, which she also loved to wear.

“Let’s go.”

The car ride was slow, peaceful, and quiet. Except for a few speeding cars, it wasn’t that lively given the time. Kate plays music on the radio.

You hum to the music, and the sound lulls Kate to a content state, the melodies of her favorite music and your voice filling her heart with warmth.

“Katie,” you whisper, grabbing her attention, and she turns to you upon hearing the nickname that only you and Clint get to call her.

Your hand finds its way to hers like it always does.

“You’re my hero, you know that right?” you say both teasingly and with seriousness, and Kate’s heart constricts.

“And you are mine,” she whispers into the dead of night, but you hear her, even when no one else does.

You wind down the windows and blast the music louder, and Kate finds enough in herself to laugh. Laughing was so much easier when she was with you.

You sang the song off key on purpose and Kate joins in, the same contagious smile taking place. You look over and smile, she was a better sight than the full moon.

“I love when you smile, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay,” you tell her immediately.

Kate feels heat rush to her neck. You always gave compliments the moment you thought of them.

“How can you say something like that,” she stutters characteristically, trying to cover her face with her other hand.

“You always try to cover your blush when you’re alone with me!” you whine, disappointed, “I want to see the massive effect I have on you.”

“The effect I have on you is more obvious,” she tries to counter, smirking.

“Mhm, yeah keep telling yourself that.”

"I can't believe you almost started a war because there was no cola left," Kate chides you with a grin that represented her unbelief at her girlfriend's attitude. In her arms were a few pizzas (maybe one or two for Lucky).

"How is 'it's christmas and that's why we ran out' a good excuse?!" you complain grumpily.

"You're like the grinch you know, with your grumpiness and with the green sweater you're wearing right now-"

"Stop!" you start giggling, all the while still keeping your eyes on the road, "Don't antagonize me!"

"Right, right," you can practically hear the smirk on her face, "I'm sorry for saying you're the human embodiment of the grinch."

"I'm starting to regret bringing you out," you mumble quietly.

"Hey, I heard that!"

You roll your eyes and pretend you didn't hear her, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel.

Comfortable silence fills the car again. It started raining a bit ago, the raindrops staining the windows and the noise of it relaxing you.

"What Clint said during our meal today," Kate side eyes you, "The thing he said about-"

"About being a hero and about the risks of being one?" you finish for her, "And how you'll lose some things or people forever?"

"I know I sounded nonchalant but," she chuckles with little humor, "Yeah. It's scary isn't it?"

"You're not going to lose me you know. Not now. Not ever."

You want her to understand.

Kate struggles to answer, trying to find the right words.

"You're the last thing I'd want to lose," she fidgets with your sweater, "It was hard enough to win you over."

You laugh breathily but Kate's face still seems unsure.

"I mean what I said as much as Clint did," you reply firmly, "You're the last thing I'd want to lose too, you know."

Kate exhales slowly, and she smiles warmly at you.

"What would I do without you?"

"You'll never find out," you whisper, and the traffic light turned red, allowing you to grin at her.

And with the slight hint of snow on her hair, the redness of her cheeks due to the cold, the content shadow of a smile on her face, and her hand on your thigh, you pray that you'll never find out either.

[whorefordazai]

s/o who’s good at cooking

ft. dazai | akutagawa | tecchou | ranpo | jouno x gn! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

notes: this was requested by @scul-pted and ahh i love this idea !! i think it was funny to write since i can’t cook at all 😭 hajajsj these boys deserve some good meals oh dear 0_o

dazai

we all know he literally cannot cook at all.

so it’s pure chaos when he’s with you in the kitchen. pots and pans are everywhere, ingredients are sprawled out on countertops, there’s literal flour in his hair, but he’s so hellbent on making that dish 😔

“y/n, what do you think will happen if i put this tomato in the blender ◕ ◡ ◕ ?”

“DAZAI PLEASE THAT’S NOT A BLENDER—”

he’ll follow you around in the kitchen with his arms circled around your waist, practically attached to your body. “c’monnnn are you doneeee?”—“not yet T-T”

well, you would’ve been done if he hadn’t set the stove on fire a few minutes ago 😄

“oh look!”

“…wait, what’s that smell…?”

“it’s the stove on fire 😇!!”

“DAZAI I ONLY LEFT FOR THREE MINUTES OBISJSJ—”

apart from the chaos, he can actually be kinda helpful when you’re cooking. like when you’re cutting up stuff (don’t let him near the knives) he’ll bring you the veggies or spices. he’ll help you get things from hard to reach places.

he’ll probably fall asleep on your shoulder while you’re stirring the pot cuz damn helping out in the kitchen is tiring 😞

“dazai, don’t fall asleep yet. you still have to eat the food i’m making T^T…”

he presses a soft kiss on the back of your neck. “mhm. but sleepy 😴”

he might fall asleep for a bit, so when you’re done with the food, you slowly wake him up. gently tickling his cheek or patting his hair, you smile. “pspsps dazaaiii. the food’s ready ◕ ◡ ◕”

AHH HE LOVES IT SO MUCH—i mean, he’s been mainly eating canned crab and alcohol for the majority of his time, so this meal will definitely be something he’ll enjoy.

bonus points if it’s crab 😉

no one has ever made him a meal so he’s a bit flustered when you expectantly look at him with a genuine smile on your face. he’s like—AFFECTION 😦?? *dashes away*

the more you cook with him, the more he’ll start to learn. he can finally make pasta 😊!! you’re actually very proud of him for making it this far so hug him please >_< (he’ll die from becoming red <3)

akutagawa

he doesn’t really cook either 😭

i’d like to say he’s more skilled than dazai when it comes to being calm (for the most part) when in the kitchen. the most he can do is cut up veggies and other ingredients with rashomon 🕺

i think gin does most of the cooking, as in like light baking or small meals. nothing too big or extravagant. so he knows a thing or two about it, not being completely oblivious.

his favorites are figs and tea !! but he hates beans and mandarin LMAO

he’ll definitely be surprised and weirded out when you first decide to cook for him.

“ryu, i’m gonna make you a meal ^o^”

“…a what ಠ~ಠ”

hajsjs he’s a bit skeptical at what you’re planning, because he’s really picky when it comes to food. gin has been the only one cooking for him—so why would he suddenly enjoy the meals you make?

but since you’re his s/o, he’ll silently watch and let you do it anyways 😒

he’s literally speechless when you walk up to him with a plate of fig cake in your hand. his face is like 😯✨

AJSJS and when he takes a bite of it, you can see the slight sparkle in his eyes cuz it’s the best goddamn fig cake he’s ever had in his lifeeeee

from then on, he’s not that hesitant about you cooking—and you actually make pretty good food but he’ll never admit that T-T

“ryu, try this dish i made!”

“what? no.”

“but it’s your usual favorite…?”

“NO 😡”

(he’s actually going to sneak into the kitchen at 4am when you’re sleeping to try the food. never confront him about that please 🕺)

tecchou

he’s so pretty heLP

he definitely doesn’t have much experience with colored and a variety of foods. after all, he’s a hunting dog and i’m assuming the military doesn’t serve gourmet dishes everyday T^T

so when he finds out you’re really good at cooking, he’s like “oh cool 👍” but that’s only because he hasn’t tasted your wonderful cooking skills ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

one day he’s just minding his own business when he smells something…something strange…unfamiliar territory 🤔

it’s you cooking 🤗

“umm…what are you doing 0_o?” he’s only asking because he literally has no idea what that mouth watering scent is.

“oh, cooking! i’m almost done.”

he doesn’t really have a strong opinion, mostly because he kinda trusts you to make something that won’t poison him.

honestly, even if you do make something poisonous, he won’t mind because he’ll just simply give to jouno for him to eat 😈

dude once he gets a bite of your food, he’s done for. i’m talking moan worthy flavor right there and hitting the spot 🤞 you’ve probably leveled up his taste buds or something.

“oh this tastes…amazing 😓!!”

you smile in approval, animated tears falling out your eyes T^T

“do you think i can give some of this to the ants outside? i think they’ll quite enjoy this.”

“tecchou—”

ranpo

HE LOVES IT AHAJS

even tho he prefers sweets over anything, he loves your cooking just for the simple fact that he gets spoiled by you T-T

he’ll sit in the dining table like a child with both spoon/forks in his hand and a handkerchief by his chest waiting for you to bring his meal. that sounds so bad omg hajsjjs 😭

but once he tastes your food, he can’t stop the compliments that spill from his mouth. like, wow?? who let you make such good shit?? he’s a bit appalled and to why he’s never tasted it before.

btw—after tasting your food, he won’t ever try anyone else’s. kunikida will bring a home cooked meal for everyone in the agency to try and he’ll be like “no 🤚 if y/n didn’t make it, i won’t try it.”

you’ve got him addicted to your cooking now.

does he help out in the kitchen? not really definitely no, but he tries !!

he’ll sit on the counter top and eat your ingredients before you shoo him away from the kitchen. just imagine trying to make him go away by leaving trails of candy all the way back to the bedroom.

he knows you’re trying to distract him but since you’re doing it with candy, he won’t complain—

this is maybe spoilers: but your cooking reminds him of when his mother used to cook for him so he actually really loves it regardless of all the teasing he does :)

you’ve seen him tearing up a bit because of that so you just bring him in your arms, pat his hair, and press a kiss on his forehead >_<

jouno

he hasn’t cooked a single meal in his life before.

cooking? homemade meals? actually putting in the effort to feed yourself nutrients? ha, how weak you are.

he actually doesn’t know how to put together ingredients to make a meal

so when he sees you making meals, he’ll be a bit intrigued. he’ll slither into the kitchen like a ghost, walk up behind you, and tap your shoulder, making you jump. “whatcha doing 😊?”

“cooking a meal !”

“…for who 🤨?”

he doesn’t know why you’re making food for the both of you since he already eats take out and some military packaged meals so he’s a bit confused. no one has ever cooked for him before??

he can actually smell every single ingredient you’re putting in the dish so he’ll call you out. shouting out random things like: *sniff* “oregano!” *sniff* “salt!” *sniff* “tomatoes!” *sniff* “carrots!”

“how the hell do you smell carrots—??”

once you’ve prepared the dish and it’s in front of him, he’ll just kinda sit there and continue smelling it. he’s not sure if he wants to eat it or not.

“aren’t you going to try the meal i made?”

“i think smelling it is making me full already 😇”

“that’s not how it works—”

SO you’ll have to physically shove it in his mouth (i know it sounds sadistic okay, but he’ll never try it on his own). grabbing his face, you’ll take the spoon and shove it in his mouth while he’s trying to run away.

“Y/N WHAT IS WRONG WITH YO—mhm”

“it tastes good, right?”

“…maybe ಠ~ಠ”

yes. yes it tastes amazing. it’s literally the best thing he’s ever had in his life. will never ever complain about you cooking again 😎!!

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[kdj-225]

OH OH JAY-NIM IF YOU'RE STILL TAKING PROMPTS CAN YOU WRITE ABOUT THE OLDER!KDJ AND YOUNGER!YJH AU BUT WITH KDJ INTERACTING WITH YMA??? I wanna know how YMA feels about KDJ in this AU 🥺 I feel like KDJ would pamper and spoil YMA as much as he can in this AU, even when he was younger 🥺🥺

[ahhh I had too much fun writing this short thing, thank you so much for the prompt!!!! YMA is truly the cutest wahh 😭💖💖💖]

For those who missed it, here's the first part!

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“Oppa.”

Dokja blinks sleepy eyes open at the sound of a little girl’s voice, and finds Yoo Mia toddling over to him. She’s so, so tiny, it’s almost scary to look after her…

But Joonghyuk lets him into his home to escape his relatives, so this is the least he can do.

“Mia-yah,” he greets, smiling when she successfully reaches him. Chubby arms splaying out over his chest, chubby legs bumping against the bed—she’s so adorable, it makes him wonder how similarly Joonghyuk must have looked when he was a baby.

“Oppa,” she grumbles. “Get up.”

“I don’t want to,” he sighs. He rolls over until he’s on his side, facing her. “I wanna sleep.”

“No.”

“Wow, you sound like Joonghyukie.”

She brightens up at his words, round cheeks emphasized with the force of her grin. So tiny, and yet, already a brocon…that’s going to be dangerous in the future, isn’t it?

“Let’s sleep,” he whines, closing his eyes again.

She smacks a chubby hand onto his face. Ow.

“That’s mean,” he says, squinting his eyes open to look at her. Those round eyes of hers stare down at him like he’s an ant, and he huffs out a breath. Isn’t she too young to be influenced in such a bad way by Yoo Joonghyuk? That little brat, what is he teaching his baby sister? “You shouldn’t hit people like that, Mia-yah.”

“You were rude first,” she grumbles. “Don’t ignore me.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were trying to sleep!”

Her nose scrunches up, lower lip wobbling like she’s going to cry. Of course, he panics; this is Joonghyuk’s little sister, and he doesn’t want to make her sad. “Ohh no, no no,” he says in a rush, sitting up—

And immediately crumpling down with a groan, only barely managing to support himself up with a hand to the bed’s edge. Shit, he shouldn’t have sat up so quickly. How could he have gotten so dizzy just from that? How weak is he?

“Oppa? Oppa!”

“S’fine, I just got dizzy,” he says, closing his eyes to ward off the dizzying sight of the world flashing black and colorful in front of him. He waves a hand in dismissal at Mia’s worrying. “Uhh, this oppa is still tired, so maybe Mia can play here with me instead.”

“...okay.”

She climbs up onto the bed with him with no prompting, before gently urging him down onto his back with small hands patting at his chest. “Um, Mia-yah..?”

“Sleep,” she insists, successfully managing to push him down. What ridiculous strength from a child. Through his squinty-eyed vision, he can see her glaring at him. “Oppa, you’re too weak.”

Damn. That’s more painful than a smack from her, to be honest.

“I’m not that bad…”

“You are.”

Ugh. These horrible siblings, just because they’re ridiculously smart for their age…

“Oppa,” she says again.

He keeps his eyes closed. He’s petty, what can he say? “Mm.”

“You should take care of yourself.”

Something tells him that Mia’s face must look really sincere right now. That she must be serious about this, or maybe even worried about him.

It’s exactly why he doesn’t open his eyes.

“I am,” he says.

“Liar.”

He laughs, raising both hands to rub at his closed eyes. “Maybe. But I’m doing what I can.”

“...do better.”

“Again, sounding just like Joonghyukie.”

He wheezes out a breath when he feels the sudden weight falling upon his chest. When he opens his eyes to check, Mia is already resting on top of him, arms folded underneath her chin as she squints at him in seeming disappointment. “What? You’re a little heavy.”

“My oppa doesn’t say that.”

“That’s because he’s your oppa who spoils you.”

“And you don’t?”

“Hey now…”

“Dokja-oppa,” she says again. Those eyes of hers are huge, still so innocent, he feels guilty enough to look away. She’s just a baby, and yet, why is she the one trying to look after him like this? He can’t be this pathetic.

“Dokja-oppa.”

“Yes?”

“Take care of my oppa.”

He looks back at her, confused. All of a sudden? “Joonghyukie? I mean, he can take care of himself just fine—”

“I’m talking about you.”

“Huh?”

She buries the lower half of her face behind her folded arms, gaze looking away from him. Blurrily, he can make out hints of pink on her cheeks…is she blushing?

“You’re my oppa too. So, take care of him for me.”

“...ah.”

She glares at him. “Yes?”

He looks back.

Then, he smiles. It feels awkward on his mouth, a little too big for his preference, but he can’t help it.

Isn’t she being too cute right now?

“Okay.”

She holds out her hand to his face, pinky finger extended. “Promise?”

Well.

He raises his own hand, and curls his pinky finger with hers. Even if not for himself, maybe he can try just for her.

“Promise, Mia-yah.”