#just a random thought that popped into my head when I was almost asleep

[buf309]

The reason HE was the one holding all the leashes, not because he's better than anyone else, but because he'd lose his own head if it wasn't attached to his body.

A Forgor through and through.

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[timmyyyturner]

Dm's: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

TW: Alcohol.

jasontodd: I'm in love with you.

y/nl/n: i literally have no idea who you are.

It started a few months ago when you were followed by some random guy on Instagram. He had a racking of 28 Million followers and you were just a girl with 2K posting GRWM's and make up tutorials.

jasontodd: you looked so pretty in your livestream like MARRY ME TF??? ♡ liked by y/nl/n

y/nl/n: thank you, baby ♡ liked by jasontodd

You didn't get why you were so special.

y/nl/n: *voice memo* I'm serious like is there a reason you think I'm soooo pretty? ♡ liked by jasontodd

jasontodd: Damn. Even your voice is hot.

jasontodd: I'm sorry for inhaling the same oxygen as you🙏

y/nl/n: LMAO

It was kinda cute, kinda stalkery. Every single thing you posted he liked, seconds after. Praising you like you were an absolute goddess. At first you thought maybe it was a fake account but no, he was the real deal (he sent you a picture of his ID with blurred out details). When you Googled his name, you didn't expect his adoptive dad to be the BRUCE WAYNE. You might not be Wayne obsessed but everyone in Gotham know who Bruce Wayne was.

jasontodd: You busy??????

y/nl/n: no, why?

It was late almost 3 in the morning and you'd been occupied by messaging some guy who slid into your dm's six months ago. You were surprised when a incoming video call notification popped up on your phone. You were hesitant to but answered it. "Hello?" His camera was moving a lot but it was quite on his side, you could hear how heavy his footsteps were. You were laying in bed cozied up holding your pillow in your arms, another propping up the phone.

"Gimme a second." You watched him set the camera up in his bathroom, toothbrush hunging from his mouth. "There." He continued brushing his teeth. "Where are you going dressed so handsomely?" He snickered. "Well, pretty lady. It's not where I am heading but where I've been. I just got home from a friends after party."

"Probably using the art of back bending to bring home chicks?" You tilted your head. "Unless the chick was you, pretty, Ion want her near me." You smiled, He yawned causing you to do the same. "Dick is making me brush my teeth cause I threw up in his car and now my breath stinks." You nodded, listening to his little rant. "He's getting me a bucket so I don't choke on my vomit in my sleep, how many people do you think died like that?"

"Well-" You attempted to answer but he cut you off unintentionally by throwing up off screen, thankfully before returning to the screen, rinsing his mouth and rebrushing his teeth. "Who's Azealia Banks? Is she a influencer?" You smiled. "She's in the music industry, a real controversial person." He hummed.

"Who are you talking to?" Jason picked up his phone. "My girlfriend and you can't see her cause she's mine, your brain will hurt with beauty." Jason kissed the screen before you heard Dick approach him. "C'mon Jay get in bed now."

"No." You watched Dick attempt drag Jason— who was throwing lowsy kicks and punches at Dick— to bed. You giggled watching the camera angle change in the hands of drunk Jason before the phone fell somewhere. "Get. In. Bed."

"No." It was funny hearing Jason have an actual sibling bond. "Fine, I'll just call in the big guns. ALFRED!" You could hear Jason mumble a 'fine' before a ruffling of blankets as he got in bed. "NOT ON YOUR STOMACH!" Dick yelled, picking up the phone, looking at you. You waved at him sweetly. "Jason, there's no way you pulled her. She's so pretty and nice and you're... Jason." Jason snatched the phone frowning. "I don't like you." Jason laid on his side, Dick was on his way out of the room before turning to Jason to say something. "Hey, Y/n, do you wanna get married tommorow?"

"Uhm, I'll discuss this with sober you, okay baby." Jason hummed. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" You smiled. "Okay." Dick smiled leaving the room.

He fell asleep a little over a hour later. You pressed a kiss to your screen before hanging up and going to bed. He woke up with a throbbing headache. He grabbed his phone seeing you posted on your story 30 minutes ago. He opened it seeing a picture of him and you on a video call. Did he call you last night?

"don't go! what if I choke on my drunk vomit and die?!" - jason todd. He chuckled reading that. He liked the story immediately getting a reply.

y/nl/n: alive then?

He smiled.

jasontodd: Sorry about last night lol.

y/nl/n: lol don't worry about it :))!

After that you sent him a picture of lots of you cooking, which he liked. What you did next though surprised him.

y/nl/n: 📍live location

y/nl/n: join me? we can discuss our marriage, boyfriend ;)

He never got out of bed faster.

[blaydie]

ᥫ᭡ HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO YOU FALLING ASLEEP FIRST DURING A MOVIE — Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dan Heng, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan + GN reader.

Word count: 1.6K

Aventurine:

Booking out a cinema for a date was something you had gotten used to. Whenever there’s a new movie out that piques your interest, he makes a reservation in the snap of two fingers. Now in the secluded cinema room, you sit in the recliner seats and beam at the big screen while the ads play.

“My drink is here if you want it.” Aventurine pats the cup holder and you nod, shoving your tub of candy his way.

“Take some.”

“I’m okay. Slow down though, you’ll end up with a stomach ache.” 

“Won’t.” You murmur, snatching your tub back and cradling it to your chest.

“Will.” He responds quietly, grinning from ear to ear. Both of you know he’s right. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done it. 

The lights illuminating the walkways dim, the room silent. A flash of colour pops back onto the screen, followed by the opening of the soundtrack. You slide your hand over the armrest and link your fingers with his, giving his hand a firm squeeze before devoting your attention span to the beginning scene. 

Nearing an hour into the movie, the sound of your breath picks up in volume, casting Aventurine’s attention to your sleeping body. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and pinches your skin, waking you from your slumber. 

“Come. Sit here.” He speaks in a soft tone, patting the space between his legs when your eyes eventually peel open.

Blade:

“Well?” Blade glances at you, pointing the TV remote towards you as if it was a sword.

“You want me to pick something?”

“I don’t typically indulge in things like this.” Blade passes ownership of the remote and rests back on the sofa, his feet resting on the coffee table. 

Since Blade had been going through a tough time, you insisted that you’d be the one to take care of him. As long as he had some company, that’s all that was necessary. Selecting a random movie from the top 100, you slump beside him, your eyes keenly flicking from the screen to his figure. 

Twiddling with his bandages, his attention was directed elsewhere. He had no idea what the demand was with these videos of people pretending to be someone they’re not. It’s more likely to entertain a toddler with a low attention span than it is an unamused adult. 

Rolling his head to face you, he recognises the way your body is slumped—you always wind up sleeping in strange positions like this. He doesn’t care to wake you, he’d much rather sit in silence with you by his side. Switching the TV off, he places the remote on the arm of the sofa and lies you down, your head resting on his lap.

It was refreshing to be vulnerable for a change when he knew no prying eyes were lurking on him. Everything hurts, from his physical body to the thoughts he yearns to rid of—he just learned how to live with it, yet numbing the pain doesn’t remove it. You try your best, and that effort doesn’t go unappreciated.

“How can you be so peaceful?” Blade mumbles, the sensation of his body beginning to relax kicking in. “I almost envy you.”

Boothill:

Throwing on one of his old favourites, Boothill cosies up with you on the sofa. He rests his head against yours, completely entranced by the scenes playing before him despite already watching the movie countless times. He finds that sharing his favourites of the past with you would give them new meaning, allowing him to continue enjoying what he used to without feeling the guilt he’s used to. 

Even though you want to entertain him by speaking about it after the credits roll, you couldn’t make it to the end, your eyelids are too heavy to remain open. You had fallen asleep during the last half an hour, not even the obnoxious noise of the guns could startle you. 

“That’s right! Get that motherfudger!” Boothill exclaims, pointing to the TV screen. “He’s the real bad guy. ‘Shame how he had so much potential.”

Eventually, the cowboy manages to de-arm his rival, pressing him against the floor with a gun pressed to his temple. They remained in that position, continuing their squabble until the sheriff arrived. Boothill was sure to inform you of all the small details you may not have picked up on, completely unaware you were no longer conscious.

As the end credits finally hit, he rotates his head side to side and lets out a yawn, brushing up your arm with his icy, metallic hand. 

“You’ve been quiet. What do you think, hey?” He taps your cheek, receiving a whine in response. 

Squinting his eyes, he turns to face you and sees your peaceful state. Your eyes are closed tightly and your hand is still wrapped around his index finger, entirely knocked out. Now realising he had been talking to himself for the entire time, he snickers and takes you in his arms, redirecting himself from the sofa to the staircase.

“Let’s get you to bed now. We can talk about it tomorrow instead.” 

Dan Heng:

The archive room was always a serene environment. Dimly lit, warm, and strangely comforting. Resting on the makeshift bed, you hug your knees to your chest and observe as the projector plays. Dan Heng often shied away from taking breaks, but after some extensive begging, you managed to reach middle ground. 

“This won’t be as exciting as you’d hoped it would be,” Dan warns, cracking his knuckles before resting back against the pillows. He had been extremely busy all day, the exhaustion now catching up on him. 

“I don’t mind. As long as we get to spend some time together, I’m happy.”

While it’s not the type of movie you would personally choose to watch, he claims that it would greatly assist him with his research if you’re going to persist in pestering him about spending time with you. 

Seeing him in loungewear was almost an eerie sight; you’re so used to seeing him in his daily attire. Growing uncomfortable from your original position, you lie down on your side, accidentally slipping away into a dream before you knew it. 

Not long after you, Dan’s body grew weak, his head sliding down your shoulder with an arm loosely wrapped around you. Both of you were fast asleep, the rest of the movie playing on mute.

Dr. Ratio:

The documentary intro music sounds out from the speakers, the therapeutic sound of rain thudding against the windows in the background. Veritas was fond of educational pieces of media, though he has a strict selection that he engages in. Before he watches anything with you, he skims through it first himself to fact-check if the information it contains is valid. Those who post outdated research get under his skin; it’s often a reason for common misconceptions in society because of how many people watch things like this without a second doubt. 

In the armchair, you curled up between his legs, your head snuggled against his chest. The two of you were in nothing but your nightwear, the crackle of the fireplace burning to keep the living room warm. Veritas himself was like a heater, providing a perfect temperature for you to close your eyes and…

Fall asleep—which is exactly what you wound up doing. Less than ten minutes in and you were out like a light. His strong arms held you tightly, his lips curving up as your breathing pattern became slower. 

“Goodnight. Sleep well.” He muttered, rubbing your shoulders gently before placing his lips on your forehead. “It’s nonsense anyway. You’re not missing out.”

“What type of fool makes a documentary on something so useless?” He grunts, turning off the TV and rising to his feet, your body clung to him. “Perhaps we should’ve watched your choice.”

Jing Yuan:

“You? Want to watch a movie with me?” Jing Yuan muses, placing his hand over his heart. “I’m flattered. It must be something extremely special considering how desperate you are to get me—”

“Shush! It’s going to start now! Hurry up and get in.” You pat his side of the mattress and he dramatically sighs, slinging his shirt to the other side of the room. 

It’s safe to say that you and Jing Yuan have an extremely different taste in movies. While you adore movies which contain thrill, he prefers to sleep through them and then claim he was awake when the ending scene finally arrives. He’s notorious for it. Judging by the way he wrapped the blanket around himself and the way he’s rubbing his face against your hair, you can practically predict the outcome. 

That’s until you realise how awful the movie you picked out was. The plot was absurd, and the CGI itself was a tragedy—never mind the script. After watching the family cat transform into an alien, you briefly closed your eyes and drifted off into a nap. 

Jing Yuan, on the other hand, was horrified at the acting on the screen. Having to ensure himself this was not the result of some twisted dream, he clears his throat and pinches your cheek. When he receives no response, he lets out a scoff. A smirk dances onto his face as he kisses your exposed neck, just enough attention to stir you from your slumber. 

“Congratulations. Were you truly that eager to beat me at something that you put on this piece of rubbish?” Jing Yuan points towards the TV, the mutant alien cat currently doubling in size and seizing the city. “I suppose this makes us even. You slept first.”

“… It had 5% on rotten tomatoes. It was meant to be good.”

“My love, having a percentage that low is not a “good” thing. The higher the percentage, the better the reviews.” Jing Yuan’s low rumble of laughter emerges due to your misunderstanding, now draping a section of the blanket over you to keep you close. 

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Shared moments - enhypen

-random moments where you and enhypen show affection to each other

Lee heeseung - 이희승

Scene 1

It had been a long, exhausting day. The tension in the air was palpable as you stood in the dimly lit room, your thoughts racing. Heeseung had been watching you closely, his concern evident in his eyes. Without a word, you suddenly leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a moment of pure impulse.

Heeseung froze, completely taken aback by your unexpected kiss. His breath hitched as he rested his forehead against yours, trying to process what had just happened. His heart pounded in his chest, and he found himself breathing heavily, caught between surprise and a surge of deep affection.

Unable to resist any longer, Heeseung gently cupped your face with both hands, his fingers brushing against your skin as he pulled you closer. This time, it was his turn. He kissed you, softly at first, but with growing passion, pouring all his love into that single, tender moment.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze met yours, filled with warmth and something even deeper. "I wasn't expecting that," he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips. "But I'm so glad you did."

Scene 2

Heeseung was focused on washing the dishes, humming a soft tune under his breath. The kitchen was quiet, with only the sound of water running and dishes clinking lightly against each other.

You couldn’t resist the playful idea that popped into your mind. Sneaking up behind him, you gently patted him on the hip "thanks baby girl for doing the dishes" . Heeseung froze for a moment, utterly shocked. Then, a burst of laughter escaped him, the kind that filled the entire room with warmth.

He turned to you, still laughing, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Did you really just call me baby girl and patted my ass?" he asked, his voice full of playful disbelief.

You grinned, enjoying the moment. "I did. Just wanted to remind you that you deserve to be treated like royalty too."

Heeseung shook his head, still chuckling, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "I never know what to expect with you, but I love it."

Park jongseong - 박종성

Scene 1

You were sitting comfortably between Jay's thighs, your back resting against his chest as he gently blow-dried your hair. The warm air felt soothing as it flowed through your damp strands, and the rhythmic sound of the dryer was almost hypnotic.

With your novel open in your lap, you began to read aloud a passage that had caught your attention. “Listen to this,” you said, your voice soft. “The protagonist just found out that the person she’s been searching for her entire life was right beside her all along.”

Jay smiled as he focused on your hair, the warmth of your words and the dryer mixing together. “Sounds like a good twist,” he remarked, his voice filled with interest.

You nodded, continuing to read a little more before pausing to explain the characters and plot twists, sharing your thoughts and predictions. Jay listened attentively, occasionally adding his own comments, even though he wasn’t as familiar with the story.

The cozy moment between you two felt intimate, filled with warmth and shared interests. Jay's gentle care with your hair and his genuine interest in your novel made you feel cherished and understood.

Scene 2

Jay quietly tiptoed into the room, trying not to disturb you as you slept soundly. He leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead before heading out for practice. But just as he was about to pull away, you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, mumbling something incoherent as you pulled him closer.

Jay chuckled softly, trying to disentangle himself without waking you. "Okay, my lady, I need you to let go now," he whispered, but you didn’t budge. "Okay, oh my gosh, let go," he added, more amused than anything.

You mumbled again but remained stubbornly asleep, your grip still firm around his neck. Jay sighed in mock defeat, carefully shifting to make sure you were comfortable before finally managing to extricate himself. He couldn’t help but smile as he left the room, your warmth lingering with him as he headed out.

Sim jaeyun = 심재윤

Scene 1

You slowly stirred awake, feeling the soft cushions of the couch beneath you and the familiar warmth of the blanket draped over your shoulders. But something felt different—there was a heavy weight pressing down on your lower back and hips. Still groggy, you glanced over your shoulder and spotted Jake fast asleep, his arms wrapped around your hips like they were his personal pillow, his face nuzzled into your back.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, feeling a mix of amusement and affection for his clingy antics. With a small sigh, you decided to just let him be, turning your head back and closing your eyes again, drifting back into sleep with the comforting warmth of Jake’s embrace still enveloping you.

Scene 2

Jake woke up at 3 a.m. to an empty bed, his sleepy mind immediately concerned. Groggily, he got up, his messy hair sticking up in all directions as he searched for you. Hearing faint noises from the bathroom, he walked over and stood by the door, rubbing his eyes like a tired child.

When you finally emerged, you were startled to see him waiting there, but before you could react, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm hungry," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

You gave him the biggest side-eye ever, a mix of exasperation and amusement crossing your face. It was too early for this.

Park sunghoon - 박성훈

Scene 1

The night air was crisp as you and Sunghoon exited the glitzy event. The streetlights flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the bustling city. You took a step and winced—your heel had snapped off, leaving you stranded in your elegant dress.

“Great,” you muttered, looking down at your broken heel.

Sunghoon, always perceptive, noticed immediately. His eyes softened with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, stepping closer.

“Yeah, just a little inconvenience,” you replied, trying to laugh it off.

Without hesitation, Sunghoon crouched down and offered you a hand. “Here, let me help you.”

You hesitated for a moment, but his earnest expression made you relent. He gently lifted you into his arms, cradling you in a bridal carry. Your heart fluttered as you felt his warmth envelop you.

As you both started walking toward the hotel, you couldn’t help but notice the curious glances from passersby. Some people’s eyes widened in surprise, while others grinned at the charming sight. But Sunghoon remained unfazed, his focus solely on making sure you were comfortable.

“I’m really sorry about this,” you said, looking up at him. “I didn’t mean to cause such a scene.”

Sunghoon chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Don’t worry about it. I’m honored to carry you. Besides, it’s kind of nice to be able to take care of you like this.”

His words warmed your heart more than the night air ever could. You nestled closer, enjoying the rare moment of vulnerability and closeness. The city lights seemed to blur as you felt completely at ease in his arms.

When you finally reached the hotel, Sunghoon gently set you down and helped you inside, still carrying that unwavering, protective smile. “Let’s get you settled,” he said, taking your hand.

As you walked toward the elevator, you glanced back at him with a grateful smile. “Thanks for being my knight in shining armor.”

Sunghoon laughed softly, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his feelings. “Anytime. I’ll always be here for you.”

Scene 2

You were deeply engrossed in building a virtual home for your Sims family, carefully arranging furniture and selecting decor to create the perfect cozy space. The soft hum of your laptop and the occasional click of the mouse were the only sounds filling the room.

Without warning, you felt a light, playful nibble at the back of your neck. You barely flinched, accustomed to Sunghoon’s affectionate antics. He was always finding new ways to make you smile, and tonight was no different.

He settled behind you on the couch, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “What are you up to?” he murmured, his voice low and playful as he placed a gentle trail of kisses along your neck.

You didn’t look away from the screen but smiled softly. “Building our dream home in Sims,” you said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I’m making sure the house has everything we could ever want.”

Sunghoon chuckled, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. “I’m glad you’re putting so much thought into it. I bet our Sims are going to have a fantastic life.”

You could feel his affection with every kiss, a soothing presence that added a personal touch to your virtual world. “They definitely will,” you agreed, still focused on perfecting the layout. “I’m even planning a little garden for us.”

His kisses paused for a moment, and he leaned in to rest his chin on your shoulder. “A garden sounds perfect. I can’t wait to see it.”

The tenderness of the moment was palpable, even as you continued to build and create. Sunghoon’s presence behind you was comforting and familiar, making the virtual family you were creating feel even more special.

“You’re the best,” you said, finally turning your head to give him a quick smile.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. “And you’re the most amazing Sims architect.”

With one last kiss, he settled into a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of the moment as you continued to craft your virtual life together.

Kim sunoo - 김순우

Scene 1

After a full day of cooking, you had fallen asleep at the kitchen table, your head resting on your arms amidst a sea of dishes and the lingering aroma of your efforts. The soft light from the pendant lamps cast a gentle glow over you.

Sunoo entered the kitchen, immediately noticing the mess and, more importantly, you sleeping soundly. His heart melted at the sight. He approached quietly and leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “I love you,” he whispered tenderly.

You stirred slightly, a contented smile touching your lips even in your sleep. Sunoo smiled, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. He carefully draped a soft blanket over you, making sure you were cozy.

With one last affectionate glance, he left the kitchen to tidy up, feeling a deep sense of love and appreciation for the peaceful moment.

Scene 2

You and Sunoo had planned a cozy afternoon together, but Niki and Jungwon suddenly appeared, urgently needing Sunoo’s help with something. As they approached, you stepped in front of Sunoo, arms crossed and a determined expression on your face.

“Hey, he’s my boyfriend, not yours,” you said firmly. “Leave. Him. Alone.”

Sunoo’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at you. “Yes, yes, you heard her. I’m hers, so leave me alone.”

Niki and Jungwon exchanged exasperated glances and rolled their eyes. “lame loser” Ni-ki said. “well at least we have a life ni-ki.” you said defensive

Jungwon just stood there as he shrugged, clearly unfazed by your protective stance. “Enjoy your sunoo i guess.”

Yang jungwon - 양중원

Scene 1

In the cozy living room, Jungwon playfully teased you, his laughter mingling with the soft glow of the lamps. As you stood near the wall, he gently pressed you against it, his body a warm, teasing presence.

You grinned, seizing the moment. On your tiptoes, you leaned in and stole a quick kiss. Jungwon’s smirk widened as he let you take the lead, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

When you pulled back, one hand resting on his waist and the other on top of your head, he traced every detail of your face with a loving gaze. Without warning, he captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The intensity made your knees go weak, and you clung to him for support.

Jungwon finally pulled away, his eyes soft and warm. “what happened knees stopped working ,” he murmured with a smirk.

You hid your face in his chest avoiding eye contact . “shut up.”

He chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace, savoring the tender moment.

Scene 2

In the soft, dim light of the bedroom, you and Jungwon were lounging on the bed, his body comfortably sprawled across your stomach. You were both relaxed, enjoying the quiet moment together.

Suddenly, a loud growl came from your stomach, breaking the tranquility. Jungwon’s head lifted, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Uh-oh,” he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Looks like someone’s hungry. Is that the baby communicating with me?”

Before you could respond, Jungwon’s lips descended on your stomach, planting a flurry of light kisses as if trying to pacify a tiny, imaginary baby. His playful antics made you laugh, the sound bubbling up despite the ticklish sensation.

“Seriously,” he said between kisses, his voice warm and full of affection, “I’m just making sure our little one knows how much I care.”

You chuckled, gently running your fingers through his hair. “If that’s what it takes to keep you entertained, I suppose I’ll let you keep kissing my tummy.”

Jungwon grinned up at you, his eyes filled with adoration. “I’m always happy to entertain you and our little one. Besides, it’s a great excuse for some extra affection.”

With that, he rested his head back on your stomach, the room filled with a comfortable, loving atmosphere as you both settled in for the rest of the evening.

Ni- ki -남편

Scene 1

In the practice room, the sound of music and footsteps echoed off the walls as you walked ahead of Ni-ki. You were focused on reviewing some choreography, and your attention was on perfecting the moves.

Suddenly, you tripped over a stray piece of equipment on the floor, nearly losing your balance. Ni-ki, quick on his feet, reached out and grabbed the back of your shirt, trying to pull you back to safety.

However, in his eagerness to help, Ni-ki lost his own footing. Both of you ended up crashing onto the soft mats with a thud, a tangle of limbs and laughter.

Ni-ki looked up at you with a mischievous grin, still holding onto your shirt. “Well, I didn’t exactly plan for a dramatic fall,” he joked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You laughed, propped up on your elbows. “Thanks for the rescue, even if it didn’t quite work out as planned.”

He helped you up, his grin widening. “Anytime! Maybe next time, we’ll stick to the choreography and avoid the spontaneous gymnastics.”

You both dusted yourselves off and exchanged amused glances. “Agreed. But at least we made practice a bit more entertaining.”

With that, you resumed your practice, the lighthearted mishap adding a touch of fun to your routine.

Scene 2

In the practice room, you were taking a short break while Ni-ki, exhausted from the day's activities, had fallen asleep midway through his meal. He lay sprawled on the floor, a cute pout on his lips as he napped, his half-eaten food beside him.

You gently fed him the last bites, careful not to disturb his peaceful slumber. Just as you were about to finish, Jake entered the room. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight of Ni-ki’s adorable sleeping face and the way you were tenderly feeding him.

Unable to resist, Jake pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo, his grin spreading from ear to ear. “This is too cute!” he whispered to himself, then dialed Jay and Heeseung.

A few moments later, Jay and Heeseung arrived, curiosity written all over their faces. Jake, unable to contain his excitement, pointed to Ni-ki. “Look at Ni-ki! He’s totally losing his emoisim, ”

Jay and Heeseung chuckled as they looked over at the scene, their expressions softening at the sight of the sleeping Ni-ki. “yah why does he look so adorable,” Jay said, smiling.

Heeseung nodded in agreement. “He really does.”

Just then, you turned around, having noticed the small commotion. With a playful glare, you smacked the back of Jake’s head. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough fun at Ni-ki’s expense?”

Jake yelped in surprise, rubbing the back of his head. “Hey! I was just sharing the cuteness!”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide your smile. “Well, share a little less next time also its my cuteness i dont like to share it”

Jake, still grinning, nodded sheepishly. “Got it. I’ll make sure to be more discreet.”

[eternalxvenus]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ broken promises pt. 3 ࿐ྂ

summary: Rafe promised to take you out and spend your birthday with you, but you don’t hear from him all day and then suddenly he shows up at your door trying to explain.

wc: 1.4k

notes: part three out in less than 24hrs?!? who would've thought

previous chapters: part 1 | part 2

Topper: hey we need to talk, it's about Rafe.

Your heartbeat started to pick up, but you weren't sure why. Topper didn't say it was anything bad, but you knew realistically he wouldn't be texting you unless it was.

You: hey Top, what's going on?

Topper: are you busy? can I swing by?

You: i'm on the mainland right now, can you tell me over text? i'm worried

Topper: yeah... so I don't know if you know but Rafe went to Kelce's party a couple days ago.

You: yeah I know

The sinking feeling in your chest lifts a little. You figured Topper was going to tell you Rafe had been doing coke since he knew Rafe was supposed to quit.

Topper: while he was there he started doing lines off the table. then a little later he started making out with Sofia. i'm not sure how far it went

You stared at the message for what felt like forever. Then a video pops up in the chat, so you click play.

There are some random people doing lines, but then in the back corner, you can see Rafe and his ex-girlfriend Sofia practically trying to eat each other's faces. You couldn't seem to find the energy to be sad about it. You felt almost indifferent but shocked at the same time.

You: thanks for letting me know Top

Topper: of course and just know you don't deserve that.

You click out of your messages and before you can think twice, your phone is ringing, waiting for your call to be picked up.

"Hello?" Rafe's voice came in through the speakers. He sounded tired but not like he had been asleep.

"Rafe. I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth." 

"Okay... what is it?"

There was silence as you took a deep breath. Your voice was smooth and calm as you asked, "Did you cheat on me?"

You heard shuffling on the other end of the line. "What?"

"Did you cheat on me, Rafe?"

"No, I didn't cheat on you. What is going on?" He sounded baffled by your question.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Rafe! I saw the video," You tried to keep your voice low since your parents were probably asleep.

"Baby what are you talking about I'm not lying! I didn't cheat on you. You know what, I'm coming to the mainland. I'll be over there soon." 

He ended the call before you could tell him not to bother. The last thing you wanted to see was his stupid face, knowing his lips were all over Sofia's, and God knows what else they did. 

At the beginning of your relationship you were really insecure because of his history with Sofia but Rafe always assured you that he wasn’t interested in her anymore. You laid in bed staring at the ceiling while the video played over and over in your head. All you could wonder was what made your relationship with Rafe go left so quickly. You felt like crying and punching Rafe all at once. He made you feel so much at one time it could be so overwhelming.

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Your phone chimed a while later with a text from Rafe saying 'I'm here. Please let me in so we can talk.’

With a sigh you begrudgingly made your way downstairs and to the front door. When you opened it Rafe was standing there with a tired yet worried look on his face.

"Can I please-"

You put a finger up to your lips. "Shh. You'll wake up my parents." You let him inside and signaled him to follow you into your room. Before you can close the door fully, Rafe starts asking questions. "Why do you think I cheated on you? What video are you talking about?"

"Rafe, I saw a video of you sucking face with Sofia at Kelce's party. Did you fuck her too? Is that why you didn't text me all day?"

Rafe was looking at you like you'd grown two heads. "I am so fucking lost right now. I don't even think I saw Sofia at the party!"

You pull up the video and show it to Rafe. He watches it a few times before sitting on your bed with a sigh, dragging his hands over his face. You watch him with your arms crossed, waiting to see what he'll say. Rafe then pulls his phone out of his pocket, pulling something up.

"Look, this is a picture taken the day of the party." He shows you a random photo that was taken of him and Kelce, also displaying the date on it.

"So what?"

Rafe grabs your phone going back to the video and zooming in on the spot where he is seen kissing Sofia. "My outfit isn't the same in the video. It's an old video from when we were together."

Looking at both the phones you realize that he's right. "Oh... well why would Topper send me this if it's old?" You question out loud

"Wait a minute, Topper sent you this?"

"Yeah he texted me earlier saying we needed to talk but I told him I was on the mainland." You show Rafe the texts from Topper and he's seething.

"I could kill that son of bitch!" He shouted, and you had to cover his mouth, reminding him your parents were asleep. You sat on the bed looking at him, now you were the one who was confused so you decided to flat-out ask him what was going on.

"When you weren't talking to me I had told Kelce and Topper what was going on and he was the one who convinced me you didn't wanna be with me anymore. You were ignoring my calls and everything so he said I should just forget about you and not make things worse." Suddenly Rafe was on his knees with his hands on your hips.

"Baby listen, I know that I can be a major fuck up sometimes and that I don't have the best way of dealing with stress and everything but I would never cheat on you. I'm sorry about y'know, the coke and your birthday and everything else that I've ever done wrong, but I hope you realize that I love you so fucking much. You mean the world to me, and I don't wanna lose you." You stared at him with wide eyes as tears started to fall down his cheeks and brought up your hand to gently wipe them away. "So if you still want space, I'll give it to you. But I know I'm ready to change and make everything up to you."

You leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. You definitely weren't expecting him to pour everything out like that. "I love you too, and I don't want you to think I'm ever judging you or being a hardass. I just worry about you. If something ever happened to you..." you sighed, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"I promise not to make you worry." Rafe stood up and kissed you hard while cradling your face. He tried to leave to give you space, but you insisted he'd stay and said you'd head back to the OBX tomorrow. Rafe wanted to talk to Topper in person, which you didn't see going well, but you'd worry about it tomorrow.

You gave him plenty of blankets and pillows since he didn't want to take up so much space in your twin bed and chose to sleep on the floor. Once you'd gotten under your blankets, sleep whisked you away. 

Rafe, on the other hand, could barely get his mind to calm down. He was fucking enraged with Topper for trying to pull some bullshit like that. Rafe should've known he was a snake. He noticed the way Topper's eyes would linger on you or how his hugs went on for a little too long. But Rafe didn't think Topper was stupid enough to try and break you two up.

Now that he had finally cleared everything up with you, he wasn't worried. Rafe was going to take care of Topper as soon as he got back to OBX. He'll make sure to get the point across that nobody fucks with his girl and his relationship.

part 4

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hiiiii, congrats on 1k I love your writing smm!!!

Could I please request an Eddie Munson fic with a female reader where they’re best friends and have a Horror Movie Friday every week, and at this one, she ends up sleeping over? Thank you! 💕

Scary Movie?

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: none really just fluff

Wordcount: 1059

A/N: hope I did well on your request, I'm honored that you enjoy my little writings <3

Friday has always been your favorite day of the week.

When you were little it always signified the end of the school week, free from classes with rowdy students and teachers that couldn’t control them, and though this was still a good reason for making it such a wonderful day it got even better after you met Eddie.

Eddie Munson the resident “freak” at Hawkins high and your best friend had declared Friday night as movie night not too long into your abruptly formed friendship. Every week you would head to his trailer with a wide smile on your face, a pizza, drinks, or snacks in hand and prepare for a night of random movies- almost always scary and meant to scare your socks off in a way that always made Eddie cackle- and fun. 

This week it was your turn to pick a movie and though you knew Eddie wouldn’t really like it you were fine with that as long as you didn’t have to sit through Poltergeist again.

“So what has the lady brought for us to watch this week?” Eddie sighs dramatically as he plops himself on the couch beside you, throwing his arm lazily around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. You move his arm off of you to stand and he frowns groaning at the unintentional rejection.

But you smile in thought at what reaction he might have as you dig through your bag for the movie you rented ignoring his dramatics in the background. Grin widening when you grab it and whip it into the air excitedly, “Behold! The glorious film of-,” Eddie cuts you off as he reads the title deadpanned and a little annoyed no longer into the playful mood he had just been in less than a minute ago, “Gremlins? Are you serious? We’re supposed to be watching scary movies.”

Eyes rolling at him as you pop open the case to insert the movie into the player insisting, “Gremlins is totally a scary movie those little fuckers are nightmare fuel and you know it.” you swing the case to point at him as you finish speaking. Eddie crosses his arms and pouts like a child mumbling something about how they are in fact not scary and he could totally beat them but you once again ignore his antics and insert the movie. 

Walking back over to the couch you throw yourself onto it and wrap your arm around him to pull his slouched body over to you similarly to what he had done to you only minutes before. He sighs giving in almost immediately and grabs onto your legs to pull them into his lap rubbing your leg up and down with his cold hands sometimes pitching at your sweatpants. Your head rests on his shoulder rubbing your cheek against the warn fabric of his band-tee while his own cheek rests against your hair, face a little covered by the wildness of it.

The two of you watch the movie but not without Eddie's quips and mumbles about how stupid it is and soon enough you're both half asleep as the credits roll up with the names of actors and producers.

You yawn and so does he, moving to stretch your hand bumps a little roughly against Eddie’s chin and you laugh.

“I know I made fun of your choice of movie but you didn’t have’ta hit me for it,” he grumbles to which you roll your eyes and reason, “If you weren’t so close to me all the time I wouldn’t have done that.” He pinches your side and gets up doing an exaggerated stretch of his own.

As you get up to gather your things Eddie watches you brows furrowed and eyes squinted as you throw your- once his- sweater into your tote bag and he looks out the window then looks back at you. “Y’know you could just stay over, right? I mean it's pretty late and- and I think Wayne wouldn’t mind… he likes you.” He finishes his sentence with a shrug with his hand rubbing shyly on the back of his heating neck. You look at him, contemplating, and look out the window then back at him. He’s right it's late and you suck at driving at night, Eddie likes to tease and ask how you even got your license.

“Oh! Uhhh sure why not?”

The grin that appears on his face makes you feel like you’re looking at the sun- he’s absolutely beaming at you.

“Perfect! I mean cool- yeah yeah cool, um you can take the bed and i’ll sleep out here.” A giggle leaves from your lips at his poorly hidden excitement. “Or and hear me out here,” Eddie raises a singular brow anticipation for your next words over shadowing his previous embarrassment, “we share the bed. I mean the two of us could totally fit, right?” 

The flush that overtakes your best friend's face makes you giggle once more, grabbing his hand to lead him to the room as he sputters out nonsense along the way. You think this is your new favorite version of him, shattering his cocky-ness to reveal a flustered mess.

When you two make it to the room you drop his hand and toss yourself down onto his blanket covered mattress sighing as you make contact with the plushness of it.

Gathering one of his pillows in your arms and letting your head fall onto it you finally turn to him, “c’mon you're the one that said it was late, I’m tired.” He’s moving before the words even finish leaving your mouth throwing himself on top of you lazily, “you’re right,” he lets out a faux yawn, “It’s sooooo late and I’m sooooo tired.” His arms wrap around your torso tightly and shoves his face into the crook of your neck- already he was back to his normal self. You cackle and try to push him off but it’s no use because he uses all of his strength to keep you pressed against him.

He only loosens his grip to let you twist in his hold to face him, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. “Love you.” The words are whispered so gently against the shells of his ear that he almost doesn’t hear you but he does.

“Love you too”

[heavywithourbabies]

“Fill me” She had texted him with the photo. She had been so pleased with herself. The angle was perfect. The finger biting was sexy but cute. Her pert tits on display with just enough of her pussy on showing to entice him. She had wondered if she should have shaved before hand and decided to dismiss it. A little bit of hair was, in her mind “kind of classy”. She would send these photos to him with similar messages to drive him wild. “Breed me?” , “ Cum and claim me” , and when she sent a particularly lewd photo of herself spread wide she added “Breed me daddy.” At 24 she was having the time of her life dating a man ten years older than her. Old enough to have a few gray hairs popping up but still in good shape and able to make her legs shake in bed. She had never told any of her previous boyfriends her breeding kink but when he divulged his pregnancy fetish she thought it was a perfect match. She could finally indulge the itch that she had never been able to fully scratch before. It was everything she wanted, passing out with his seed dripping out of her, a safe way to finally play…..until she started feeling sick at random times and for no obvious reason.

Her breasts began to feel sore and she couldn’t help but notice her pants felt just a little bit tighter. After the second missed period she went to the doctor who confirmed what she had been silently dreading. Somehow her birth control had failed. Congratulations. There’s a little bun in the oven. She cried in the doctors office while her boyfriend gently comforted her. He would take care of her. He would be there every step of the way. She couldn’t help but notice how many teeth he was showing when he smiled and said “You’ll look beautiful carrying my baby.”

She soon found out it was babies. Not baby. And that there was a big difference between having a breeding kink and a pregnancy fetish

“Fill me” She had texted. 8 and a half months later she regretted those words.

She could barely breathe with the weight of her achingly full womb and tits pressing down on her as she was on her back with him fucking her for the third time that day. She was exhausted and every inch of her new ample body ached. Her once pert breasts could now could only be described as bloated, uncomfortably full from the pregnancy and breast milk. So tender she couldn’t help but wince a little as the full flesh clapped against her globe of a belly with his thrusts. It might have just be in her head but she could almost swear she could hear milk slosh around inside of her chest when she moved. Both of the babies were wide awake from all the rocking and her gravid belly was quivering with their movements. She was so tired and swore there was no way she could possibly cum while feeling this huge and uncomfortable but over and over her own body betrayed her as she felt the waves of pleasure run through her and begin to peak again. She almost wanted to beg for him to stop. It felt good but her poor sex was so swollen and tight it was now almost painful when she came. “Please - “ She tried to say as the dam broke and she felt herself contract around his iron hard cock and gush all over him. That was new and unwelcome as well. Almost every night she would fall asleep a sopping mess, too tired to lift her now fat ass up to try and clean up the mess. Just as she started to come down just enough she heard him groan and his cock twitch inside of tender walls. “Oh noooo” She began to moan as she felt him spurt one thick hot rope after another and her body reacted in kind, flooding the two of them all over again.

He lay there with his arms wrapped around her monstrous belly, trying to soothe his babies as she tried to catch her breath. Why did she ever play with fire like this?

“God, I love you like this” he whispered in her ear and she couldn’t help but get goosebumps. “After the girls are born and we can…. I’m going to fill you again.“

[hearts4werka]

NNN day 9 | Shattered Promises

summary: a dangerous war was declared, the one thing you feared would happen in your life ever since your husband Matthew joined the military. The fear of him possibly dying out on the battlefield without a proper goodbye always managed to deliver you nightmares and now your worst fear came true, Matthew had to go off to fight for his country. Is he going to make it and come back home safely, or maybe you’ll forever hold the weight of him in your heart even without him among the living?

warnings: ANGST, military, war, violence mentioned, possible murder, missing limbs, dark times, happy ending (or is it?), sorrow, depressive times, vivid nightmares, triggering content & possibly more! Viewers advisory is supervised and proceed with caution!

authors note: we’re almost there at the double digits! Kinda got this random vibe today and the idea just popped into my head, this is gonna take a lot of military vibe music to get me through this and keep me in the spirit, I’m sorry as this can be kinda inaccurate in some ways 😭, luv yall and hope y’all enjoy this one

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- a month before the war

Laughter fills the air as our joyful golden retriever, Danny continues to jump and deliver eager licks to the side of his face while he lays down on the couch next to me, the television shadowing a soft glow over our faces alongside sunlight pooling in the room, dancing along the shadows of the living room. “Hey, Danny! Calm down there buddy!” He calls out, chuckling between each word, I observe the playful fight, thinking nothing bad could ever happen to our small little family with our fur baby. My hand slithers its way over to pet and ruffle the hairs on Danny's spine.

The whole moment was filled with pure enjoyment and true love, my heart twisting with delight as Matt finally managed to lure Danny off from on top of him and shelds himself with my body, grabbing a hold of my biceps and pull me in front of him. My laughter only intesifying as now Danny begins devoting his attention off Matt to me, hopping onto my chest but this time without eager licks and just relaxes against me, Matt dramatically gasps but a sweet chuckle quickly overpowers it, "Looks like someone has a favorite parent." He jokes, slipping out from under my body and sitting down before me.

After another playful moment passing by, Danny begins to feel tired and snuggles into Matts lap and slowly drifts into peaceful sleep. A romance movie plays in the background as me and Matt starts to chat in soft whispers to not wake up our fur baby. Admiring how at peace and happy he seems in a simple moment like this, feeling like nothing could take away the joy we've build throughout these years of our relationship, I let myself rest my head down onto Matts shoulder, tiredness now shadowing my features. "I got two little cute sleepyheads now, wanna go to bed now?" I nod my head and murmur a positive response.

Slowly and gently removing Danny off his lap to stand up, straightening his legs and turning his head to look at my sleepy form that’s now beginning to fall asleep. He walks over and picks up my body, bridal style just like he had on our wedding and every time I was tired, as well as at unexpected times. I loved him dearly and would never let anything bad happen to him, I was always a deep sleeper but ever since Matthew decided to join the military I was afraid about him possibly dying on the battlefield and I couldnt bear the dark thoughts roaming inside of my mind, it started with simple flashes of him in my mind but then turned into full nightmares I couldn’t bear.

It started flashing his image as he carried me over to our bedroom and laid me down, covering my body with the duvet before undressing himself and sliding under it next to me, he wraps a warm arm around me and pulls me into his chest, nuzzling his face into my hair as a feeling of safety washes over me but when I close my eyes I can only see him, laying on the ground-shot and dead- while his buddies drag his limp to the side for shelter, trying to revive him back to live but without proper medical care it was impossiple for them to. My heart twisted with sorrow as my eyes immediately pop open, unable to fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. I shift my body to face Matt and hide my face in his chest while clutching onto his body as if I would lose him then and there.

- Present day

The morning approaches, sun barely rising over the horizon, casting a warm soft glow over our bodies as I throw the duvet off my body. Seeing Matthew is stil asleep so I make it my misson to quietly get dressed and exit the room, feeling like doing wanting to do something special I decided to make a hot breakfast for him when he decides to wake up. As soon as Danny catches a glimpse of me walking down the stairs he immediatly runs over and demands some head scraches as well as sustenance, chuckling at how much energy he has in the morning, "Oh you want some head scraches? I'll give you some head scarches, you little cutie." He follows me into the kitchen, grabbing his feeding bowl and placing it on the countet but as I was about to get his food I hear something weird from the radio, immediately turning up the volume to hear more context and its coming from the news.

"Welcome everybody, your news-reporter speaking. The United States Of America has declared war upon another country and we need every soldier we can grasp over the age of 18, this is not a drill but a serious war our country is under. Please seek immediate shelter and consider flying out of the country for safety if youre near any of there states..."

I immediately freeze, being unable to move as the other words coming from the reporter become irrelevant to my brain, "every soldier they can grasp" my brain cannot comprehend the state of fear I am before Im pulled out of my thoughts when Matthew comes rushing down the stairs, seeming like he just woke up telling by his messy hair falling over his forehead. He walks over to me, seeing how scared I have become and places a reassuring kiss on my forehead, “It’s going to be okay, darling. I'm going to be fine, I wont leave you." He softly speaks, assuming I've hear all of it on the radion while he got a call, cradling me in his arms and kissing the top of my head to calm me down in any bit, he's known this was my worst fear and the repeative vivid dreams I've woken up to multiple times and him trying to calm my nerves.

He pulls away from the embrace and leans down to be face level with me, his expression softening as my eyes become glossy and shiny with worried tears swirling around in them. "I promise I will come back to you as soon as I get back, you can come with me to the pickup bus." He reassures, wiping away the slowly sliding tear with his thumb on my cheek. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him back in, feeling as this could be the last time we speak and feel each others warm embrace. "I'll go get ready now." He pulls away before turning around and walking back upstairs to dress himself more properly and apropriate, my soul eternally freaking out and not wanting this to be real. Maybe its just a dream-yeah a dream-now I just have to wake up from this nightmare of a day, oh wait, its actually very much real life. Soon I follow Matt into our bedroom and dress myself properly as well, getting rid of the pyjamas and now in outside clothes.

- At the pickup spot

As we approached the bus, my heart ached and twisted in various ways that made me feel sick to my stomach. Other familys and couples surrounded the bus, saying goodbyes and crying as they got on the bus. Matt holds my hand before turning to face me and pulls me into a soft kiss which only lasted a minute before he had to pull away, "Be safe and please don't die out there." I stammered, full of worry and fear for his life. the news reporter stated it would be a dangerous and serious war which only heightened my pulse, for now I had to take his words and cling onto them as much as I can for them to be true. He gave me a last reassuring kiss on the forehead before he got onto the bus, some of his buddies recognised me and I recognized them since Matthew would have them over often and before they got onto the bus to join Matt, they walked over to me and suddenly picked me up into the air. "woah, guys, what are you doing?-" I questioned but without a response in return, they carried me over to where Matt was sitting, he popped his head though the window and suddenly kissed me, I melted right into it and kissed him back almost immediately. It was filled with pure true love and caring, the world around me disappeared and the happy cheers of others started to become more faint to my ears, all of my worries disolve into the air and my only value left was the moment right now.

By the time we pull away, the driver calls out for everyone to get on board as they will be driving away soon, they let me down onto the ground and hop onto the bus themselves, from a distance now I watch as they close the doors and drive away, a feeling of loss washes over me which I can’t brush away no matter how hard I want to trust his words that he’ll be okay but it seems thats a promise he can’t make. I leave the spot and get into Matt’s car in which be drove us here in, feeling his scent lingering still in the air as I drive off back home.

- a year after the start of the war

Everyday after Matthew’s gone off to fight for his country’s freedom, I’ve waited patiently for him to return back home, dreaded the time I would hold him in my arms again, feel his lips on mine or him holding me and calming me down after a terrible nightmare. They’ve only became more intense and I couldn’t bear being alone anymore but got used to it after awhile, everyday I would plant a single white rose in his name since he always loved gifting them to me to remind me of his love and now it reminds me of him, now that a year has passed I could have a whole garden of them.

I was sitting outside infront of my collection of white roses as the sun shined, the sun ever started to remind me of him, of how brightly his smile would light up any room he walked in. My poor baby, gazing upon the growing garden and every single time get reminded of him so I never forget him, I could never forget my poor baby. He was the only man I’ve truly loved and wanted to grow old together, now the only thing I have are reminders of him and dissolving hope of him still being alive out there. “Please come back, my darling.” I murmur under my breath before suddenly being ripped out from my thoughts.

My phone buzzes, indicating an incoming call, I pick up my phone and pick it up, putting on my professional voice and serious face instead of the broke woman I was, “Hello?” I spoke into the receiver, waiting for the caller to speak. “Hello, is this Ms. Sturniolo?” My eyebrows furrow in confusion and skepticism, it slowly easing into my voice. “Yes, this is she. I-Im sorry but who’s calling?” “A former friend of his from the army, I’m here to inform you that your husband Matthew Sturniolo has been pronounced dead duo to a fatal shot in the arm and bleeding out while on the battlefield”

I freeze, the words slowly sinking in before my phone drops on the grassy ground, here I was grasping onto the lasts of my hope that he’s still alive and now he is presumed dead, my hands cover my face as uncontrollable sobs leave my mouth. Tears staining my face and hands, I can’t believe this, he promised he would come back, he… is dead. The worst of my fears has now came true and it hit me like a thousand bricks, I feel something shatter inside of me beyond repair.

I feel… broken? Like a part of me has been ripped out of me without my permission, he has became a part of me and build me into the person I am today, but without him by my side I don’t think I can continue being the same person and living my life normally, he was the only man I’ve loved truly and now he has been taken away from me. What have I done to deserve such punishment? I continue to lay on the ground, consumed by complete depression and a feeling of loss. That night I haven’t returned to my house and slept outside in front of the white roses, the thing that reminded me the most of my dear husband.

- a month after Matthew being presumed dead

The sun slowly rose up over the horizon and I was off to go preform my mundane routine, getting out of bed has been the hardest part every morning and, every emotion has been wiped off my face after… you know after what, I slumped over to my dresser and thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie I stole from Matthew, his specific scent still lingering on it. Walking downstairs, I walk into the kitchen and grab Danny’s bowl, filling it with food and placing it back down in its spot, he doesn’t greet me anymore, the only thing he has been doing besides eating was sit outside near Matthew’s grave in which I would join him every morning, I placed a hand crafted cross on the top of my white rose garden to indicate his grave, some of the older ones have started to wither and loose their beautiful white petals.

It reflects the feelings I feel, being like a withered white rose without him by my side, slowly loosing my color with each passing minute. I exit the house and drop down beside our dog, gazing upon the grave before I speak in a soft voice in hopes that he’s somewhere here, listening to the words I speak from my broken heart. “I wish you could be here with me, I can’t be the same person without you. If you’re listening to me, I love you more than anything in the world.” Every word stings the same amount, my throat feeling tight as I feel tears swirling in my eyes.

“Why wish when I’m right here?”

The sudden words take me out of my focus, the voice sounding too familiar to miss, looking around as my eyes catch a glimpse of Matthew. Wait… Matthew?- I stare at him as he suddenly is walking towards me but there’s something different about him-he’s missing an arm-so he isn’t dead after all? I could be imagining things, I wipe my teary eyes before he extends his arms, my body immediately rising from the ground and running into his warm embrace, feeling the touch I’ve dreaded to be able to feel again on my skin.

“I told you I would come back.” He happily cheered, holding me in his embrace and placing a lingering kiss on my forehead. I feel like myself again, the part of me I thought I lost forever has returned, Danny comes running at us and jumps up and down, wagging his tail aggressively in joy. “I-I thought you were dead, I thought I lost you forever… I-I seriously can’t believe you’re alive, you know they called-“ before I could finish my sentence, he smashes his lips against mine and stopped me from ranting for half an hour about what it was without him for all of this time without him. I slightly relax into the kiss, our dog barked and we chuckled into the kiss together, today I was put back together and felt like myself again now with Matthew beside me again. I’m me again, my other half has returned into its place, I’ll be forever grateful for the lord letting him live and stay with me in earth longer. My poor baby has finally returned and that’s all that matters to me right now.

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[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

a/n: 1.8k - bringing him to chenyu vale and riding a bamboo raft while admiring the scenery and being a v sweet (almost) couple <:

"I know i was the one who proposed this whole idea and dragged you out of the harbor-"

"you did not drag me."

"-but, can you really be away from the pharmacy for this long?"

you were currently standing in the middle of the well-worn dirt path on the edge of guili plains. the wangshuu inn and it's towering glory within sight with the bustle of liyue harbor far behind your back. or rather backs, since with you on this little excursion was none other than the owner of bubu pharmacy, baizhu. and changsheng of course.

you had proposed the night before that you were planning a trip to chenyu vale. couple that with the rumor that baizhu was originally from up north, you were quick to rush to the pharmacy and yap his ear off about it. baizhu was happy to give you the time of course. somehow, you had blurted out that you wished he could come with you, and he had actually agreed to it. you were too excited at the late hour to really stop and think about his decision, but now that you had calmed down and thought about it (after walking an embarrassing long trek away from the harbor mind you), maybe you would be taking up too much of his time?

baizhu was a doctor. a damn good one that's also in demand at such random times. what if he was needed back in liyue harbor and instead of being at bubu pharmacy like he usually is, he was out galivanting through the stone, hilly paths with you instead?!

as you stir yourself up in a tizzy, baizhu watches you fondly with lazily crossed arms. he could see every little twitch and shift on your face and found it quite amusing. you hid your feelings so poorly, it was like watching a show through a window. it was still fairly early into the morning. you had set your sights on leaving at dawn to get a good start on the day. because of the time, chengsheng lay curled around the good doctor's shoulders still asleep and basking under the risen sun and his hair.

so, this show- being your internal affairs- were all his to take in.

if baizhu really didn't want to accompany you, he could have easily turned you down or acted as if you never even mentioned it- since you proposed the idea purely on impulse. on top of that, if he was having second thoughts, he could just turn himself around, head back and be within the bustle of civilization within the afternoon.

but he didn't and he wouldn't.

"y/n," he calls your name fondly. voice reverberating with the chuckle of amusement he's swallowing back down his throat so he doesn't seem insensitive to your moral dilemma. the hands you've brought up to the sides of your head, amid your invisible battle with yourself, pop away from your skull as you turn to give him your attention.

"huh?" your eyes are wide, blinking to keep them from drying out, and you look almost shocked that he's still here with you.

"you are quite the spectacle," he mutters to himself as he steps closer to you and uncrosses his arms. gently raising him arm, his hands curl softly around your wrists and lowers them back down to your sides. when he releases you, he lets his fingertips drag across your skin for a moment longer. "you know perfectly well how capable my staff is. the pharmacy will be fine without me for a few days, rest assured."

the pout that clouded your face was not easily erased by his words. perhaps there was something else on your mind you hadn't said aloud. would it be rude to pry? he would be acting out of concern, so really what could it hurt? he's a doctor, but no a therapist, but he could always twist your arm hypothetically if it boiled down to it. but still, it felt almost wrong to ask when you keep looking at him like that.

he abandons the idea.

instead, baizhu took the initiative another way.

"come now," his voice brought your eyes back to his. "we must keep moving to make it to jueyun karst and pass through swiftly." he moves behind you to turn your shoulders and face your body in the direction where the path splits off. pointing you in the direction towards the karst and opposingly away from the towering inn.

"are you sure?" you twist your head and look at him behind you the best you can. that concerned, cloudy express distorts your eyes like clouds blocking the sun.

"most certainly." the way he smiles and affirms his decision leaves little room for argument. "now, let us be off. changsheng will be unreasonably fussy if she wakes up and sees we've hardly left the harbor's surrounding area." so, the trip continues.

when night falls, the group of two and a sassy snake take up a makeshift camp at the foot of qingyun peak. baizhu had thought that they'd be able to make it into chenyu vale's territory by nightfall, but you had an unusually slower pace to your strides today. especially when chengsheng had woken up and demanded to be slung around your shoulders instead of her master's for a while.

the dendro-doctor has a suspicion as to why your cadence had altered, and he feels both grateful and a little embarrassed. his hypothesis was proven truthful when he had returned to the little campsite you had kept welcoming with changsheng. he had gone off to gather freshwater nearby and had returned at your back during a conversation with his contract serpent.

"-you sure he's okay?" you had asked her.

"he'ss not as fragile as you think."

"i know, i'm just worried. i dragged him all the way out here and didn't even think about his health." you kick a pebble into the small campfire at your feet from your position on a wooden log. "I feel kind of guilty."

"if he couldn't handle thiss much," changsheng flicks her tongue and coils around you in a full rotation, "baizhu wouldn't have agreed. he knowss hiss limitss."

baizhu wishes you wouldn't beat yourself up. chengsheng was right, he knows his limits and he knows he can handle this much. even if he couldn't, he would've tried anyway- for you. he makes sure to eat a fair share of the meal you make over the fire as a silent way to show you he's storing up strength and energy for the rest of this unprompted, but still delightful, trip back to his home turf.

"careful now, we can't have you tripping and falling into the bank." you and baizhu had successfully made it into the lush green territory of chenyu vale thankfully without much incident. the way his eyes wandered the surroundings of this part of liyue held so much nostalgia. you didn't carry many conversations as he soaks it all in after a long time of being away.

he leads you towards a small fishing dock where rafts are idling and fishermen offer rides along the river. if your experienced tour guide was true to his word, the river would lead directly into yilong wharf. with little convincing, you both decide that some time on the river would be good for the soul.

baizhu carefully leads you by the hands, guiding your uncertain steps onto the wobbly, water floating raft to one of the two seats provided by bosu. changsheng takes the perfect chance to slither down his arm, then onto and up yours until she was resting comfortably on your shoulders. once you were properly settled in a sturdy, bamboo-crafted seat, baizhu easily took his place in the chair next to yours. before long, bosu was pushing the raft away from the small dock with his long, thin oar and the trip began.

your left in awe as the scenery passes you by slowly, but still far too quickly for your liking. you wish that uncle bosu would stop and just let you soak it all in. it was so lush and green and the air smells of water and mist- it was like you weren't still in the nation of geo.

the sight of mt. lingmeng differed so vastly than the mountains you were so used to seeing, like mt. hulao. the sound of the waterfalls falling off the cliffsides is rushing loudly into your ears as fireflies gather in large swarms along the coast.

you almost spring up from your chair when the raft ferries underneath the massive arch of the jademouth. the giant monument that rests crooked and partially submerged was so massive, it almost made you dizzy.

the whole time, the sound of bosu's song echoes off the walls of the riverbank, mountains, cliffs, and valleys. baizhu watches mirthfully as he sits in his seat, legs crossed with his hands cupped around his top knee. this was the first time in a while he feels truly relaxed.

closing his eyes, he takes in the mist of the river water that sprinkle his exposed skin and listen to the songs he grew up hearing. all while also listening to the sounds of delight you make next to him. along with the occasional comment from the silver snake taking comfort on your shoulders.

when you arrive at the wharf, the same way baizhu aided you onto the raft, he grasps your hands firmly to help you off and onto the dock. your legs are a bit wobbly, and he chuckles as you stumble to refind your footing.

you both bid a gracious thank you and goodbye to bosu before he's pushing himself back out onto the river. you hear him singing to himself before he's long away from the dock and around the bend.

you don't find solid ground again until you're both lifted up and then stepping off the wooden elevator operated by giant cogs taking you up yet another waterfall and properly into society.

this time, you have half a mind to reach out and touch the rushing water as you're taken upwards, but the pressure could easily break a finger or two, so you think differently.

you realize baizhu is still holding onto your hand when he tugs on it slightly. you've moved from the wooden boards under foot to stone ground and it feels comfortable to be on familiar terrain. pulling your arm up from your hip, he juts his chin out softly into the bustling wharf commotion.

"follow me," he instructs. "i'll show you around. however, let's get some tea first. it's quite unlike the tea from the harbor, so i have no doubts that you'll enjoy it."

"i am thirsty," you entertain. wrapping your hand around his securely, you allow him to lead you into the crowd. you hope baizhu doesn't let go of your hand so you don't get lost. baizhu hopes you don't let go of his hand simply because he wants to keep holding it for as long as you'll allow. changsheng hopes neither of you let go of each other because if that happens, she'll have bear witness to the silent whining of either party.

the good doctor was right.

the tea is delightful.

a/n pt.2: this kinda accidentally turned into baizhu simping/pining on the downlow and i dont regret it at all

[abellmunsonmovie]

Self Care

Wordcount: 1,468 words

Warnings: No mentions of race, but does mention reader being a female, swearing, no use of Y/N, pet names (baby, sweets, sweet thing, angel, babe)

You’ve had a rough, rough week, school has been wearing you out with stressful tests, you’ve been working extra time at your job, you’ve barely been able to see your boyfriend, Eddie, and you just really, desperately needed a break. You walk into your Eddie’s trailer, he isn’t gonna be home for atleast an hour, since he’s still working at the body shop, so you decide to do some studying before he gets home.

An hour in a half later, Eddie comes home and as he walks in he sees you on the couch leaning over with your hair all messed up, he smiles softly. Your eyes don’t leave the paper you're writing on as Eddie walks in until he says something, “Hey, pretty baby”, your eyes look up at Eddie and you smile weakly, “Hi…”, Eddie immediately notices something is up. He takes his jacket off and hangs it up before sitting next to you and kisses your head, “Watcha doing?”, he asks, you sigh, “School stuff…”, he nods and as he caresses your cheek he moves your face to look at him, “You alright?”, you nod and fake smile, “I’m okay, don’t worry”, you kiss the palm of his hand that's holding your face which makes Eddie smile and blush a little bit, he stands up and kisses the top of your head before walking to the bathroom, “I’m taking a shower, I’ll be quick”, you go back to your work and as your working you start to drift off.

Eddie gets out of the shower and walks out into the living room in some gray sweats, and wet disheveled hair, he sees you asleep on the couch and laughs softly to himself, he decides to carry you to the bed and covers you up, kissing your head before going to the store to grab a few things when he gets back he goes to the kitchen to make dinner.

You wake up a little while later and you smell something cooking, you get up and look in the kitchen and see Eddie cooking, a smile spreads across your face, you look into the living room and see the living room is all tidy, and Judas Priest is playing on a low volume. You walk up behind Eddie and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his bare back, a warm smile creeps up on Eddie's face, “Hey baby, good nap?”, he says rubbing your arm that's on his stomach, as he stirs the chili. You nod, “Mhm” you hum still clearly trying to wake up from the sleep you definitely needed. He turns around and holds you close and kisses your forehead, “Dinners almost done”, you smile and look up at him, “Thank you”, you press a soft kiss to his chin feeling the stubble on your lips, “Anything for you, babe”, he says smiling, you go sit down at the table and talk to Eddie about his day at work.

After he finishes making dinner, he makes two bowls, one for you, one for him, and he gets you a pop out of the fridge. As your eating, he’s holding one of your hands and rubbing it back and forth with his thumb, “So…how was your day, sweets?”, you scoff and shake your head, “Fucking. Horrible.”, he pouts, “What happened?”, you sigh, “I just have been doing so much this week, schools stressing me out, works kicking my ass, I’m just…tired”, he looks at you with an empathetic look on his face, “I’m sorry, baby…Is there anything I can do? Y’know to take some stress off of you”, you smile at his thoughtful words, “It’s okay…Thanks though”, Eddie gives you a weak smile and kisses your hand.

After you guys eat you and Eddie are watching a random tv show that was on and Eddie is running his hands through your hair until he gets up, “I’ll be right back” he says placing a sweet kiss on your lips before going into the bathroom, after a few seconds you hear the bath running, you go into the hallway and start walking to the bathroom to see what Eddie was doing, but before you get to the bathroom, Eddie opens the door with a huge smile plastered on his face, “Hey baby”, you say confused, Eddie grabs your hand, “I did something for you…thought it might relax you a little bit”, you smile and Eddie opens the bathroom and you see the bathroom is lit with dim candles and the tub his filled with bubbles, your smile grows and you turn around to face Eddie and you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, “I love you”, you say softly, he smiles and holds you closer, kissing your temple, “I love you too, angel”.

You're in the tub relaxing when Eddie knocks on the door, “Baby, can I come in?”, “Yep!”, you yell back. Eddie walks in with a grocery bag and says, “Um…I got you this too, its like a watermelon- no strawberry! A strawberry facemask alsooo, I got you some chocolates anddd, this robe…I hope you like it.”, you smile and blush, “Thank you, I definitely like it…you didn’t have to do all of this”, he smirks and shrugs, “I wanted to”, you motion for him to kiss you, he leans down and press a sweet kiss to you lips, “Want me to wash your hair?” he asks, you look in his pretty brown eyes and nod, “Please”, he kisses your head before getting on his knees and starting you massage your scalp with shampoo, he kisses your cheek, “Your hair is so soft”, he says smoothly, you kiss his cheek back, “Thank you…and thank you for doing all of this”, he smiles, “You’re my special, beautiful, sweet girl…you deserve it”, he says between soft kisses on your face, you giggle and you admire his features as he continues to wash your hair, after he washes all the soap out of your hair he places a kiss on your shoulder, “How you feelin’, baby?” he asks looking in your eyes and caressing your face, with a smile on your face you nod, “So much better…Your so sweet doing all this for me”, he blushes slightly, “Only sweet for you” he says laughing, you giggle and kiss his lips.

After you get out you dry off, put your new robe on top of your undergarments. After you get dressed, Eddie comes back, “Can I brush your hair?” he asks sweetly, you smile, “You sure, baby?”, he smiles and nods while grabbing a brush, “I like taking care of you”, he says before kissing your temple, he starts brushing your hair, gently so he doesn’t hurt your head, and as he’s brushing your hair you are putting on the sheet facemask he had bought you, and accidentally he bought a 2 pack and so you have an idea, after Eddie finished your hair he laughs softly and how goofy you look with the mask, “So weird”, you laugh, “Wanna be weird with me…there's twoooo”, he smiles and rolls his eyes jokingly, “Ughhh fineee”, you giggle and starts putting the facemask on him, “It feels weird…but it’s kinda nice”, you smile and kiss his lips.

After 15 minutes you guys take off the masks and Eddie feels his face, “Ooo, it’s softer, feel”, he says grabbing your hands and putting your hands on his face, “Mhm…very soft”, you say giggling, he smiles and kisses your lips before pulling you in for a hug, “I hope I made you feel…somewhat better”, you smile, “I’m definitely better…thank you”, you say sweetly, Eddie sways you in his arms gently side to side, “You deserve it” he says chastely pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Wanna get in bed, sweet thing?” he ask, you nod yawning, he laughs softly and leads you to bed.

After you and Eddie get in bed, he gently rubs your back, and keeps giving you sweet, soft kisses on your face and body, “You’re so beautiful” he says with tired eyes, you smile warmly, “You are”, he giggles, “We should do this more”, you nod, “We should” you agree, “Doesn’t this have a name it’sss” he says trying to think, “Self care?” you ask smiling, he nods “Yeah, self care…we should do it more”, you nod grinning ear to ear, “Lets do it…”, he snuggles you closer to him, “We will…next Sunday we’ll do it”, you look at him with his eyes closed and you kiss his face which maes him open his eyes, he smiles looking in your eyes, “I love you Eddie”, he kisses your lips one last time, “I love you too, sweets”, you smile, you and Eddie both close your eyes, and fall asleep, peacefully in eachothers arms.

Hey guys, sorry for not posting for like 2 day, I got a lot of shit going on rn. I hope you guys like this one! (Older Eddie will be posted early morning I'm hoping, it's currently 2:22 in the morning) -Bella<3

[itsnotr3d]

I Shifted?

Hi everyone! I’m Aria and I have been trying to shift for 5 years now. It’s always been something I’ve wanted to accomplish but never really achieved. Because I never successfully shifted I would never stay consistent with it but I would always end up finding it again, yesterday was one of those days when I was scrolling through tik tok and a shifting video came up.

I spent the day thinking about it and I figured I would try again. When I went to bed I set the intention to shift but I didn’t really try, I just set the intention and went to sleep. I woke up around 1am and I couldn’t fall back asleep for a while so I was scrolling on my phone and looking at some shifting content. Eventually I tried going back to sleep at around 3:30am.

This Is Where I Think I Shifted

I layed in bed and I had my eyes closed but I was in that stage of sleep when you’re almost asleep but you’re still awake (hypnagogic state) I was thinking about random things that were popping into my head and I ended up thinking about my old school. I started to just visualize walking in the hallway and seeing my favorite teacher. Once I saw him I remembered I set the intention to shift and it’s like everything became super real.

My eyes were closed but I could feel that I was not in my bed. I felt like I was sitting on the floor and I had my hands at my side and I could literally feel the coldness of the floor and I could hear a show or something was being played but it was very loud and I don’t have a TV in my room and everyone in my house was asleep so I knew I couldn’t have been in my room. I opened my eyes and everything was so blurry but I was not in my room at all. I was literally in a hall way with my teacher standing in front of me for a split second. Once I had opened my eyes and saw that everything went really blurry again and things started changing so I started saying affirmations like I am in my CR because I didn’t wanna be there anymore.

I woke up and I was so out of it that I just fell asleep but I don’t know if I’m gaslighting myself into thinking I mini shifted or something but it was definitely an experience that I have never had before and no dream of mine has ever felt so real. Lmk if you’ve ever had something like this happen or your thoughts on this.

(sorry this was so long lol)

[yoonlattesworld]

Hi:)

I love your writings 💞

Can you do a very shy reader interrupting yoongi's vlive?

Shy and innocent-MYG

Idol yoongi x shy reader

Synopsis: he wanted to hide you from the harsh world filled of envy and hatred. But soon he realized that it was time to face the world together. So why not start with a live filled with millions of people?

Genre: soft fluff, teeny tiny angst

Warnings: none but my cutie patootie shy mc and her cutie patootie loving boyfie.

Main masterlist

Yoongi masterlist

A/n: hello my lovie I'm so sorry it took so long but i hope you like it! And thank you very much 💖

Author's pov

You sighed for the nth time as you tossed on yoongi's side of bed hoping his scent would help you sleep but although it gave you a sense of comfort, the sweet slumber never came.

You were slowly starting to feel annoyed because half an hour ago you were feeling so sleepy you almost fell asleep on the dining table so yoongi told you to take a nap which you were very much looking forward to. But the moment you laid on the bed, all the sleepiness disappeared and you were suddenly wide awake.

You assumed you'd pass out the moment your head hit the pillow because of how many you woke up last time. Maybe you knew what would help you sleep but you didn't have the heart to disturb him.

Although he has told you many times before that you never have to hesitate to enter his studio if you need him for anything. He reminds you many times that you can freely call him and he would leave everything pending just to hold you if you want. But even after dating for almost a year, the shyness in your voice while asking for something never disappeared.

You've been shy ever since you can remember. Hell you'd even think twice before asking something from your parents because you didn't want to bother them. That's the reason you've been laying on the bed wide awake since almost 45 minutes because you were too shy to ask him to come and hold you. Sometimes it became very frustrating to overthink every possible scenario before asking for something.

You have no idea how can yoongi be so patient with you when you'd beat around the bush half the time before finally saying what you wanted to. But yoongi has no problem with it. He has made it clear many times that he finds your shyness endearing. He thinks your eyes resemble of an innocent puppy's.

Kicking your legs in frustration you pouted as you yanked the blanket off of your body, suddenly feeling a little too warm. Should you go to his studio? What of he's working? What if he gets mad at you for disturbing him? No he wouldn't get mad right? It didn't help that you were feeling sick since yesterday. You'd get extra clingy whenever you were sick.

Flopping back on the bed you whined quietly.

~▪︎~

Yoongi leaned back on his chair with a small sigh when his eyes caught another 'yoongi marry me comment' he hid a smile behind his hand as he thought of how many marriage proposals he had gotten in the last year. Leaning forward, he squinted his eyes to read the comments which were flowing a little too fast "i can't read the comments when they're going so fast" he rasped, his voice deep and the small chuckle leaving his lips even deeper as he saw a few more marriage proposals.

'I already have someone i want to marry' he thought to himself as he talked about random things to entertain the millions of armies watching. Sometimes he wondered if his and the other member's lives were boring or not. But hell millions of people watched jungkook Wash dishes so he assumed talking and replying to comments won't bore anyone.

"Yoongi oppa what do you like in a girl?" He mumbled before humming deeply as your smiling face popped in his mind. "I don't know maybe i like a simple girl who shares my interest in music?" He questioned 'i like the innocent shyness in a certain girl'

He smiled fondly as the image of you shyly kissing him goodbye before he went to work, came in his mind. He almost started talking about you when an army commented "do you like shy girls, or bold girls?" And this wasn't the first time it happened.

There's been many times when he has almost started rambling about you,his hidden girlfriend. Sometimes he wants to hide you in his arms, and keep you to himself so you wouldn't have to get hurt from the harsh world. But there are times when he wants to show you off to the whole world. Show that you're the only girl he loves. Of course armies are a very precious part of his life. But he wants to show everyone that no rumored female idol or actress can take your place.

He knows that the countless articles about him rumoured with an idol bothers you but you've never once questioned him. He knows that you have your full trust In him but he also knows that you try to hide your sadness in front of him when your eyes catch another useless article. He knows that you want to be able to go outside freely without any fear of someone seeing you both. He wants nothing more than that either. But he also knows the dark side of this world which is filled with envy no hatred. He knows what the feeling of getting constant hate can do. He has experienced it and he never ever wants you to experience the same thing.

Hell he's willing to carry all the hate on himself alone just so it wouldn't reach you. That's why even after being together for almost a year, he's still not ready to reveal you to the harsh world. He's aware that the true armies will love and accept you for who you are. But still he can't help but worry-

"yoongi?" his eyes snapped up towards the door when the softest whisper reached his ears. He momentarily forgot about the curious fans watching him when his eyes took you in.

It felt like he fell in love with you all over again.

You looked like an angel, peeking from the door, just wearing one of his oversized white hoodie. It was big on him so obviously it was huge on you. Your pretty long hair seemed a little messed up and he assumed you had been tossing around on the bed. You smiled shyly which lifted his lips in his own soft smile.

Looks like you both hadn't realised that he was still live and the comment section was flooding.

Bts.love: why are you smiling?

Purple/girl: what is he looking at?

Bangtanlove: someone is there with him

"hi" you whispered giving him a little wave to which he extended his hand towards you, mumbling "hey doll, what's wrong" you shaked your head and pushed some hair out of your face as you stopped forward and took his hand, allowing him to pull you towards himself.

Again the comments went crazy

Meow: who is doll??

Certainarmygirl: OMG HE'S HOLDING SOME ONE'S HAND

Kookiegirl: yoongi?!?

"nothing's wrong I just missed you" you said shyly as you stepped in between his legs. His hands found their place on your soft bare thighs and he gave them a soft squeeze, completely unaware that people could see you. Well not your face because you were standing but it didn't take long to understand that a girl was standing In between their beloved idol, yoongi's legs, wearing yoongi's hoodie and playing with yoongi's hair while said yoongi looked up at you like you held the world in your arms. Again completely unaware that millions of people were going crazy at the moment.

Yoongi'swife: h-he has a girlfriend

Yoongimarryme: goodbye time to leave and become a saint

"I missed you too babygirl" he rasped taking your hand and pressing soft kisses on the tips of your fingers causing you to giggle softly when something moving on the laptop caught your eye. The said something moving being the comment section. Your eyes widened as you realised that the live was on and people could see him holding you "oh my god" you gasped taking your hand away from his hold and stumbling back until you were out of the view.

Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes as you pressed a hand over your mouth and pointed at the open laptop "wha-" oh. Yoongi blinked at the laptop realising that he was now looking at not 5 million but 13 million people. How in the world did it get to that point in 5 minutes??

"what do we do now?" you whisper yelled, watching yoongi sighing and burying his face in his hands for a second but taking a deep breath and looking the laptop again. While you were freaking out thinking of every possible outcome, yoongi was as calm as ever. "well" he cleared his throat before looking at you with a low chuckle "come here doll"

Your eyes widened even more than before. He must be kidding right? You shook your head rapidly only for him to raise an eyebrow "come here. Everything will be fine" he mouthed, his eyes determined and full of love. You hesitated for a moment before taking a small step ahead until you were yoongi's reach and he pulled you on his lap.

"oh god" you whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your head "army" he smiled "meet my girlfriend"

You were almost shocked at fast the comment section exploded. Almost because right now you were shocked because yoongi suddenly announced that he is in a relationship. Looking up at him he mumbled something about not being able to read the comments and you whispered "I'm sorry I didn't knew you were live"

Looking at you with a soft smile he mumbled "it's okay doll. I wanted to do this since a while. You gave me another reason to" you smiled slightly as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your lips "now answer the questions angel. It seems like they're now here for you" he chuckled as you smiled nervously seeing all the questions flooding in.

"isn't she lovely?" yoongi grinned as you shyly waved at the camera "hi I'm an army like you all too" you smiled "it's nice to meet you, my name is y/n"

Sugagirl: you're so pretty!

Btsarmy: yoongi how can you do this to us?! 😭

Certaincat: at least I can get a partner now that he's not single

Of course there were a few questionable comments too but yoongi didn't give you a chance to see them.

Yoongi sighed, leaning back against his chair and watching as you continued chatting with the fans as if you all were life long friends. Well now no one wants to see him I guess.

Kissing the back of your head he rested his hand on your bare thigh, as he whispered "I love you doll" you looked at him for a second as you smiled softly "I love you too"

Thank god weverse didn't have an option of sending voice recording because somehow, people were squealing in the comments so what would happen if there was a recorder?

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[cyarikaplease]

clean up your mess

dom!din djarin x f!reader

summary: when you fall asleep and disobey din’s orders, he comes up with a unique punishment

Din’s been gone for ages now, off tracking down a bounty on this random Outer Rim planet. He landed the Razor Crest in a barren field, leaving you here with the ramp locked and telling you “Don’t open it until I’m back”. You’ll do as you’re told. You’re almost always a good girl for him. 

You entertain yourself as best as you can, thinking about what Din’s doing right now. Your mind drifts off to thoughts of him effortlessly restraining the bounty… Or his big, strong arms wrapping around the guy’s neck… Or his gloved hands grasping his blaster… Or-

Maker, you’ve got it bad. And now there’s a warm, tingling feeling brewing between your legs. It would be so easy… so convenient to just touch yourself to the thought of him. But you’re a good girl and you never touch yourself without his permission. All you can do is sit here and wait. 

You flop down on the cot, staring at the ceiling and wishing he was back already. You don’t know how long he’s been gone exactly but one thing is certain— he’s been gone too long. 

The beep of the comlink on the shelf snaps you from your thoughts. You roll off the cot and grab it, bringing it to your ear and pretending Din’s here whispering in the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine… 

“Cyar’ika? I’m on my way back. Be a good girl and be ready waiting for me, okay?” his low, raspy voice says through the comlink.

You press the button to respond and say, “Of course, sir. See you soon,” before complying with his request. You know exactly what he means by “be ready and waiting for me”. He wants you naked and waiting for him on the cot. Which is an easy request. If you do exactly as you’re told he’ll be sure to take care of you real good when he’s back. 

You strip your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and lie down on the cot, the excitement fluttering in your stomach. You stare up at the ceiling, anxiously awaiting his return. You’ve been waiting so long… so long that you’re starting to feel tired. You should wake up before he gets back, right?

Wrong. 

Din’s towering form over you wakes you up. His hands are resting on his hips and his visor is fixed on you and your naked form. 

“What do we have here?” he tuts, cocking his helmet to the side. 

Your eyes widen at the realization of what you’ve done. You sit up, looking up at Din whose stance is not changing. You know what’s about to happen. You’re about to get punished. 

He lets out a sigh and says, “What happened to being a good girl?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, sir,” you apologize. 

“Well, that’s a start,” he sighs, “But you need to be punished.”

“I know, sir,” you admit. 

He leaves the bunk and walks over to a crate in the storage area, sitting down with a wide stance. You glance over at the bounty who’s frozen in carbonite before shifting your eyes to his thick thighs. But also… his dirty boots. 

“I’ve had such a long day,” he sighs. 

You get up and follow him, standing before him with your eyes fixed on his boots. He follows your line of sight and an idea pops into his head. 

“Be a good girl and clean my boots,” he commands. 

You head to a cabinet, searching for a rag and a canteen of water. You dampen it and walk back over to Din, kneeling on the cold metal floor before his boots. Following instructions you scrub his boots clean of all the dirt and grime. And the whole time you’re doing that, he’s degrading you, telling you how disappointed he is. 

“Shame you couldn’t follow instructions,” he says. 

You meet his visor, your eyes pleading with him for any turn of affection or praise. 

“I would’ve taken such good care of you,” he continues. 

“Din, please,” you whine. 

“Try that again,” he says sternly. 

“Please, sir.”

“Please, sir, what?”

“Please, sir. I can’t take it anymore. I need you,” you whine again. 

You pull the rag away from his left boot and move to the right one. His visor follows you, watching as you meticulously clean his boot. Just as the right boot is finally clean, he brings his hands to the edge of his helmet, lifting it off his head and setting it on the floor beside him. He leans forward and spits on the toe of the book you just cleaned. 

Your mouth falls open and he doesn’t stop there. He grabs your chin, angles your face up towards his, and spits into your mouth. He closes your mouth and leans back against the wall, enjoying the bewildered look in your eyes. 

“What?” he says, lips curling into a smirk.

“Please, sir. I need something,” you whine, eyes moving back down to his boot. 

“Ride my boot,” he commands. 

“What? I-”

“I think you mean yes, sir,” he says. 

“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe out, inching forward to straddle his boot. 

You lower your cunt against the leather of his boot, feeling your wetness slip and slide against it. You rest your hands on top of his thigh, gripping the beskar armor as you pleasure yourself. He’s looking down at you with a devilish grin while you hump his boot. You’re desperate, aching for any kind of relief no matter how he lets you have it. 

“Poor girl. So desperate that you’ll take my boot. Isn’t that right?”

He cups your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb. Your eyes plead with his, begging for more. His gaze softens and his smirk falls just a bit, taking pity on you and how deliriously horny you are. 

“Give me one orgasm and maybe I’ll think about giving you my cock.”

“Really?” 

He chuckles when your eyes light up. 

“Show me you deserve it,” he says, tilting his head to the side. 

You rock your hips back and forth, rubbing your soaking wet cunt against his boot. With each movement of your hips, your clit gets stimulated just right and you’re sent closer to the edge. 

“You can do it, mesh’la. Soak my boot.”

The leather pushes up against your clit once more and you’re seeing stars. Your cunt clenches around nothing, aching to be filled. You feel your release soak his boot and your inner thighs. A mangled moan escapes your lips and your head is thrown back in pleasure. He marvels every moment of watching you like this; watching you make a mess of yourself on his boot of all things. 

“Good girl,” he praises, leaning forward and pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss against your lips. He removes his hand from your face to pull his already hard cock out of his flight suit. You look at it with wide eyes, taking note of the way it springs free and falls against his stomach. The pre-cum is gathered at the tip, oozing from his foreskin and threatening to slide down his shaft. 

“C-Can I ride it now?” you ask, looking up at him and hoping he’ll say yes. 

“You’ve earned it,” he says. 

You eagerly rise from the floor and move to straddle him, resting your knees on the crate. You sink down onto his cock, sighing at the feeling of finally being full. You stay still for a moment, reveling in the feeling but he’s impatient. He wants to see you bounce on his cock like a good girl. He slaps your ass and says, “Get to work,” before bringing both of his hands to your waist. 

You do as you’re told, bouncing and grinding on his cock. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes as his cock hits the deepest angles inside you. His hands move from his waist to your breasts, caressing the soft skin before taking your nipples in between his fingertips. You let out a sharp gasp and bounce on his cock even harder, anxious to cum from his cock this time. He leans forward away from the wall, leaving wet, sloppy kisses on your chest, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin. Your moans and cries become incessant as you get closer to the edge, so close to relief but still out of each. 

“Cum on my cock, mesh’la,” he says between kisses and bites. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on his locks as you’re finally sent over the edge. Your moans and whimpers fill the small storage area of the Crest. He pinches your nipples harder as you cum, intensifying your release. Your walls flutter and pulse around him, eliciting a deep moan from his lips. He lets out a string of curse words in Mando’a that you don’t understand as his arms wrap around your body, pulling you into him as he cums. 

You rest against him, both of you panting and coming down from your respective highs. You pull back and look him in the eye, his pupils blown wide, his eyes filled with so much love for you, his good girl. 

“Are you going to disobey my orders again?” he asks, complete with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smirk. 

“No, sir,” you say. 

“That’s my good girl,” he says, pulling you back into his chest and rubbing your back. 

His good girl you’ll always be… But you do have to act up sometimes… 

[cierraonline]

That’s So Beautiful

chapter three: that’s so beautiful

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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 

THE O’CONNELL HOUSEHOLD

"Said out loud," Billie sings, rehearsing the line. Over the past three years, so much has changed for the trio. They went from being ordinary, talented people with individual goals to a signed group under Darkroom Records, unified by a shared mission: to complete their debut album. For Storm, it's even more ambitious, as the label head wants her to create an orchestral version of the album as a standalone project. On top of it all, they're filming a documentary for Apple TV.

"Nice," Finneas compliments, working on digitalizing the orchestral demo Storm created to align it with the pop culture standards of a regular album.

"Said out loud."

"That sounds good."

"Come here," her friend's voice drifts in, almost like a distant echo.

It might be something that shouldn't be...

Said out loud.

"Honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now," Billie sings, as Finneas makes technical sound adjustments. Storm watches closely, trying to absorb his production techniques, unfamiliar yet intrigued. The violins duel with pounding drums, taunting like fighters, until the music transforms into a pulsing bass beat.

"That's dope," Billie nods in approval, clearly pleased with the evolving sound.

What do you want from me?  

Why don't you run from me?  

What are you wondering?  

What do you know?

"Ouuu!"

Why aren't you scared of me?

"I'm so proud of that one," Billie grins, pulling Storm close as they dance, sitting together on the bed.

Why do you care for me?  

When we all fall asleep,  

Where do we go?

"That's cool, right?" Finneas turns his spinning chair to gauge his bandmates’ reactions.

"I'm a genius!" Storm does a little hop, still in Billie’s hold.

"Yes, you are, kitten," Finneas smiles, nodding approvingly.

"This is what I want the album to be called." Billie opens her journal, revealing her title: "When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?" She shows the camera. "I actually drew this song and had Storm turn it into actual words."

"So far, the process for this album is Billie visualizes the concept, I translate her drawings and emotional descriptions into lyrics," Storm explains, pulling out her own journal, filled with polaroids of Billie’s drawings and next to them are her handwritten lyrics. "Then, during composition, Billie and I choose instruments based on the mood. For ‘Bury a Friend’, we wanted it dark and tense, so we leaned heavily on strings to make it feel like an ancient Roman, dark duel." She reveals her iPad, where she’s recorded each instrumental layer on BandLab. "Once the orchestral part and my layered vocals are done, I hand it off to Finneas to digitalize, replicating it with his setup. Finally, Billie adds her vocals, and we adjust as needed."

"This is the drawing of this song—it's all about monsters under the bed. I want to incorporate wings and do a scene where I drink black liquid, my eyes turn black, and then I bleed black tears."

"That's quite morbid, don't you think?" Storm raises an eyebrow at her friend. "I'm only fourteen. What kind of song do you think I can create that matches that?"

"If I have to, I’ll tape you to the couch and make you watch ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’," Billie smirks.

"That's evil," Storm pouts.

"Anyway," Billie flips the page, smiling as she shares her journal. "Here’s a self-portrait. This is some weird doll, some random guy, a foot. There are drips, and you can decide what they are. There's some bitch. There's a hairy vagina. There, a-- a dick.," she says, giving the camera a tour of her eclectic drawings.

"That's cool."

I can't say no  

I can't say no

Boom, step on the glass,  

Staple your tongue.

"Can we bring it back to the bad dream theme?" Finneas asks, looking for direction.

"The concept is realizing that what you’re experiencing isn’t just a nightmare; it’s actually sleep paralysis," Storm explains. "In songwriting, there’s a rule to hint at the truth without naming it outright. Based on YouTube videos, people with sleep paralysis feel like their eyes are glued open, trapped, only able to see a figure lurking in the corner."

Then my limbs all froze,  

And my eyes won't close.  

And I can't say no, I can't say no.

"Step on the glass, staple your tongue," Billie jumps up, thrilled as she belts out her favorite line.

XXX

“So, this isn’t the first shot,” Billie says to the camera as she films her mother, Maggie Baird, who’s sitting in a chair with Storm sitting on the table positioned in front of her mom. “But this is the angle I want once it zooms out—not fully to the side.”

“What are you doing right now?” Patrick O’Connell questions his daughter as he watches the scene from a distance.

“Shut up!” she quickly remarks, turning her attention back to directing. “And not to the front, just, like… so that…”

“Pepper, uh-uh,” Maggie scolds Pepper, the family dog, as the dog goes to chase after something that catches her eye.

“The chair leg, that’s, like, in the middle. So I want it to start…” Billie tunes out the background noise and continues directing for her upcoming music video.

“Where’s that cat?”

“…with nothing in the background—”

“Give her a gold star.”

“With nothing in the background except… except the white cyc and the white table.”

“Can I ask a question?” Storm raises her hand.

“What?” Billie looks up from the camera view.

“Why am I sitting criss-cross on a table in front of your mom, Mags?”

“Because that’s what you’re going to be doing in the video.”

“Who said I want to be in the video?” The white-haired girl raises her left eyebrow in confusion.

“I did. Now shut up, look possessed, and pass the cup over to my mom,” Billie curtly demands.

“Yes, Mommy,” Storm’s eyes widen in mock shock as she follows the demand.

“Once it gets to this point, I’ll take a drink. Start drinking it. I’m not sure if I want it to stay here while I drink, or if it should come up to me while I’m drinking it—” Maggie sets down the cup, thinking the action was finished, causing Billie to pause mid-thought and redirect her. “Wait, keep drinking. I’m still deciding if I want it. 'Cause I don’t know if I… or—want it to stay diagonal. 'Cause I’m not sure if I want it to…” She stops abruptly, realizing she’s rambling. “What am I even saying?” she exclaims, frustrated.

“That’s what we’re all trying to figure out,” Storm comments, struggling to follow Billie’s verbal brain dump.

“Did I tell you to talk?” Billie turns her head toward her best friend.

“No.” Storm drops her head. “I’m sorry, Mommy Billie.”

“Stop calling me that!” Billie exclaims, a laugh escaping after. “I don’t know if I want to see… Okay, wait. I’ve decided. It’s gonna be here. Once I start drinking, and I’ve been drinking for a second, it’ll come and stay even with this leg in the middle, and exactly parallel to the other leg.” She steps closer to her mother and zooms in on the camera. “Come in so that my face is centered. I think I’ll grab the glass with my left hand so that the shot makes more sense.” Maggie follows her daughter’s vision and adjusts her hand. “Thanks, Mom,” Billie chuckles. “Then you’ll see the black goo disappear as I drink it all. And then Storm will reach over and slowly take the cup away.” Storm, obediently following directions, places the cup back in the center of the table and pauses as a thought strikes her.

“Wait, am I the demon in this video?” She turns to Billie, who’s still recording.

“And then I’ll just look into the camera,” Billie decides to ignore the question and continues with her director’s notes.

“Am I?” Storm repeats.

“And then it’ll stay right there. Don’t zoom! Don’t do any of those flashy moves these bozo filmmakers try to add just to keep things interesting.” Billie’s tone grows stern as she emphasizes her creative control.

“You’re working with a great director,” Maggie interrupts her daughter, not wanting her to get too worked up or overly demanding about the video’s details.

“Shut up!”

“He’s a genius.”

“Yeah, sure, but I’m telling you, don’t be an idiot. Don’t move the camera, and as I look into it, the black will drip from my eyes.”

“I just want to know whether or not I’m the demon in this video?” The camera shifts back to Storm.

“Yes, you are. Happy?” Billie finally answers.

“Why a demon? Can’t I be something friendlier?” Storm gives her best puppy-dog eyes, hoping it’ll sway Billie.

“No.”

“Okay,” Storm sighs.

“Billie, be nice to Stormy,” Maggie chides her daughter, giving Storm, who’s like a second daughter to her, a gentle pat.

“I’m always nice to her. Right, Peaches?”

“N-”

“I’ve got a mini-verse ball with your name on it,” Billie offers a playful bribe, knowing it’ll work.

“Billie treats me so well,” Storm offers a big smile. “She treats me so well I wouldn’t know what to do without her.”

“See?” Billie turns to her mother with a triumphant look.

“That was just sad, Stormy,” Maggie playfully shakes her head. 

XXX

In a scene that felt like a manifestation of their dreams, the girls found themselves on set for ‘When the Party’s Over’. After an hour in makeup applying prosthetics for the black tears Billie envisioned in her video, they were ready to film. On a wide, white podium, Storm sat perched with her mouth agape and head tilted, mimicking possession. Billie, seated in front of her, held a cup of black ink, a crucial prop. Slowly, Storm extended her hand, taking the cup from Billie in a deliberate, practiced motion.

“Put it down. Slowly.” The cup touched the table with a soft clink. “Reset it. We’ll try it again.” After another cut, they repeated the scene because Billie wasn’t sure what expression she wanted for the next shot.

“Cut. Cut, cut, cut, cut.”

“I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do,” Billie voiced her frustration as they reviewed the playback.

“Keep an eye on the shot when Storm takes the glass, and it’s still in the air before she sets it down. I think you break character when you feel like the camera isn’t on you anymore,” the director began before Billie interjected.

“It’s still capturing me?”

“Yeah, so the idea is for you to stay in character until the camera is solely back on you for your ending expression,” the director explained.

“Got it. But I can’t tell when it’s fully back on me, so if you could call it out, that’d be great.”

“You want me to say, like, ‘Billie camera’?”

“Yeah,” Billie agreed, adding specifics, “or just, ‘Camera’s coming back to you.’ Then I’ll know to get my face ready.”

“Okay. Cool.”

Once again, they went over the scene, and this time they completed it without issues.

“Cut. Yeah.” The crew applauded as the shot concluded, Billie’s face smeared with black ink while Storm remained fixed, staring at her.

“For the next videos, I’m directing them all myself,” Billie declared, walking off set hand-in-hand with Storm as they headed toward her mother.

“What?” Maggie looked at the girls in confusion. “What happened?”

“He just wasn’t it. The video wasn’t it, but I don’t want to make everyone redo everything,” Billie shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “He only took some of the notes I gave him; the rest was his own ‘creative vision’ or whatever.”

“It’s okay, honey,” Storm tried to comfort her friend, hopeful that this was just a minor issue that would fade once the project was finished.

“No, it’s not,” Billie sighed, looking to her mother. “The whole point was for Peaches and me to end forehead-to-forehead, white eyes meeting black eyes. Not with us at a distance, black eyes meeting black eyes. Peaches’ signature look is white eyes—when has anyone ever seen her with black eyes?”

“Did you tell the director you wanted Stormy with white eyes?” Maggie attempted to stay neutral, hoping to salvage the experience.

“Yes!” Billie exclaimed. “He said her white eyes wouldn’t make sense with the black goo. But Storm having black eyes makes even less sense! She looks weird with black eyes—everything about her is practically white except for her skin tone. But no white eyes, yet they’re okay with a red lip?”

“I looked weird?” Storm asked, looking up at Billie.

“No,” Billie sighed, pulling her friend into a hug, resting her head on top of Storm’s. “You looked fine. I’m just aggravated that I took the time to plan this video, and I wasn’t listened to,” she mumbled into Storm’s white hair.

“Call it a lesson learned,” Storm offered optimistically. “Now you know what you like and don’t like, and you’ll know what to do for the next ones.”

XXX

“Record this,” Billie suddenly stood up behind the studio microphone. “Record this. Oh.” She put her hand to her mouth to remove her Invisalign, sucking slightly to keep any drool contained.

“Oh, my God,” Finneas laughed.

“Eww,” Storm grimaced, instinctively touching her own Invisalign.

“The first track of the album should just be that,” Billie laughed, plopping onto her brother’s bed.

“All right, I’ve taken my teeth out. Let’s make an album,” Finneas jokes.

“I’ve taken my teeth out,” the girls laughed.

“My Invisalign has…”

“I have taken out my Invisalign…” the trio chanted together, adding to the joke.

“I have taken out my Invisalign… and this is the album,” Billie grinned. “Peaches, you should take yours out, too.”

“That’d be a spit nightmare,” Storm shook her head, shivering at the thought. 

XXX

"Blocking an intersection during rush hour traffic is not permitted unless you entered the intersection on a green light." Billie’s goal for the year is to get her driver’s license, and she’s very determined—even if it means studying after a two-hour session in Finneas's studio. “Under any circumstances, even if your light is green, unless you have the right-of-way or a green light—it's under any circumstances,” she read aloud. “Because if there’s traffic and it’s stopped, you can’t enter the intersection. That blocks everything. That’s illegal. Yeah, so... no.”

“It’s called ‘don’t block the box,’” Storm chimes in from her spot, lying with her head on Billie’s lap.

“Yes, correct.”

“That’s what they say in New York. ‘Don’t block the box,’” Maggie adds to Storm’s comment.

“That about vagina,” Billie shakes her head. “And how do you know that?”

“You literally won’t stop reading the handbook out loud,” Storm sighs. “I’m pretty sure if I wanted to take the test, I’d pass.”

“You could take it and get your learner’s permit,” Patrick suggests.

“No, thank you. I’m meant to be driven, not the person doing the driving,” Storm says, a little sass showing through.

“You gonna be my passenger princess,” Billie babbles in a baby voice, covering her best friend’s face in kisses.

“Get off me!” Storm laughs, trying to push Billie away, though she’s still lying on her lap.

“Never!”

"I’ve always wanted to drive. I just, like, love cars,” Billie says from the passenger seat of her dad’s car, talking to the camera facing the back seats. Today was the day Billie was officially given legal permission to start learning how to drive, having passed her permit test. “Of course, my mom has a van, my dad has a Mazda, and Finneas has a Honda Fit, so I’m just, like, drowning in losers.”

“Oh, my gosh,” Maggie laughs at her daughter’s comments.

“All I want is a matte black Dodge Challenger.” Billie stops mid-sentence as her phone vibrates in her lap. Picking it up, she sees a text notification from Storm. “Peaches just texted me,” she announces to everyone in the car. Opening the text, she finds a picture. “Ahh, my best friend loves me!” she cheers, bouncing in her seat and tapping the roof of her dad’s car. She turns her phone to show everyone the picture Storm sent.

“She bought me gifts, decorated my room with balloons, and I’m pretty sure those are Polaroids of us hanging from the ceiling,” Billie gushes, turning the phone back to herself to admire the picture.

“That’s so beautiful,” Maggie smiles, clearly appreciating the special friendship her daughter shares, something many people long for.

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[haunted-headset]

hey friend! tis me back again hahah

this is gonna sound so random but anyways i was thinking.. reader coming home to hear wilbur shouting away in his room (he’s streaming for once LMAO) and deciding to just chill in the living room/bedroom for a bit. and then when wilbur’s finished and he surprised to see reader and he’s so happy to them and just aah :,) 🫶 and i had the idea of smth like a cozy night in with wilbur?? and i was wondering if u had any thoughts on that or if u wanted to write about it maybe! no pressure at all to do any of that tho <3

i hope ur having a nice dayyy! 💕

💗 You're Back! 💗

a/n: stopppppp this is so cute!! also why did my writing get really good during this

summary: read the ask

contains: excited Wilbur, tired reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names, kissing, & silly Haunty shenanigans overall

words: 702

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged)

At around 5pm, you finally got home after an exhausting day at work. You, of course, loved your job; it was your dream job, after all! Some days were more tiring than others.

You took your shoes off & put them near the door next to Wilbur's scuffed, untied Dr. Martens that had lost their shine years ago, unlike your darling boyfriend, who always seemed to have some sort of lively spark about him that nobody could quite have for themselves, which is rather peculiar, since he writes incredibly heart-wrenching songs nowadays. The shoes were massive compared to yours, almost like a clown's.

In the office, you heard shouting & laughter. You didn't think your boyfriend would be streaming, since he hadn't streamed since October, & he never mentioned any upcoming streams. Maybe he was treating the livestream like he treated Mammalian Sighing Reflex & did it unannounced to surprise people. Not wanting to interrupt him, you walked into the bedroom to take off your work clothes & change into sweatpants & Wilbur's brown hoodie that still had the smell of earthy, soothing cologne & petrichor lingering on the soft fabric. You checked yourself in the mirror. You looked okay, except for the fact that your eyes were drooping & you looked almost like you were going to collapse & fall asleep on the floor if you did any excessive movements. You yawned & stretched your arms above your head, hearing a few cracks & pops as you did such from not cracking anything all day. You then cracked your neck & knuckles, & both of them made loud pop & crack & crunch sounds. You finger-combed through your hair, tugging through the knots while wincing. You looked very dead. Abandoning the rule you made for yourself not to bother Wilbur during streams, you slowly opened the office door just a crack, making sure not to make any loud creaks.

"So, I think that'll be all today, chat!" Wilbur smiled. "Thank you all for coming. I'm so sorry I haven't been streaming as much, I've just got Lovejoy things to do. We're all very busy all the time. Here, let's have you all raid...Philza. Go raid him. Bye, chat!" He clicked the "Stop streaming" button on his PC & sighed. Since his spinny chair was still facing the PC setup, you were able to come around & hug him from behind.

"Hello," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm back."

"Angel! You're back!" Wilbur sprang up from his seat & picked you up & spun you around, causing you to laugh. When he stopped, he sat down on the chair with you in his lap. "How was work, love? Everything go okay at work?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't bad, per se, but it was just exasperating. Nobody was rude or crass to me, but I'm just really tired." Wilbur made a small "ah" sound & nodded.

"Do you want to go cuddle in bed & drink some tea?" Wilbur asked, playing with your fingers. "Do you want to do that? Or we could do something else."

"Tea & cuddles sound nice," you said. Wilbur nodded & picked you up & walked you to the kitchen. He still kept you in his arms while he made tea, softly asking you which tea flavor you preferred & which mug you wanted, or if you even wanted a mug or if you just wanted a glass. You two waited in the kitchen while the tea was being prepared, with Wilbur rocking you back & forth to a symphony only he could hear. When the whistling of the tea kettle echoed through the kitchen, he poured the two mugs of tea & handed you one as he grabbed the other & walked back to the bedroom. He cautiously placed you on the bed to make sure neither of you spilled the tea onto the soft white sheets. When he sat down on the bed, you immediately scooted over to him & cuddled up to him with his arm over your shoulders & your head buried in the crook of his neck. & you two just stayed like that for an uncountable amount of time.

Thank goodness you came back.

[everlasting-rainfall]

ok but imagine Shanks and Benn poly relationship where both of them are trying to court the reader ?

Could be a normal au , a new au or an au that follows the pages where the protagonist and his right hand man fall for love interest , both of them end up looking for the reader hoping to make the ending a reality 💍🛌~

love to see what u come up with XD

Ok so because you said that it could be a new AU, I’m gonna surprise all of you with something that I don’t play around with much but I do play around with occasionally in my head. It doesn’t really have a name but I guess you could call it One Piece Crossing.

Basically it’s One Piece mixed with Animal Crossing like imagine picking up a knockoff Animal Crossing game where you get to interact with One Piece characters (whether or not they’re anthropomorphic animals can change).

This AU typically acts like a normal Animal Crossing game just with added features like more in depth relationships and a more unwholesome environment but you’ll see what I mean when I talk more about this.

Let’s get into it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON

-Potential Trigger Warnings-

Noncon, Forced Pregnancy, Childbirth, Threats, Sentient Video Games, Stalking

-Potential Trigger Warnings-

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON

So imagine that you bought this game and it’s almost just like Animal Crossing except with Pirates, Marines, and shit like you assumed it was a rom hack and it was pretty fun to play so you kept playing it everyday with your little customized character

You even got to choose your starting villagers and after a while of hitting Random, you got two villagers that you were happy with known as Shanks and Benn. You picked your starting area and the game started

The game played exactly like how you would expect it to with a tutorial that told you what you needed to know but when you went to your house, you found that there was a phone in your characters room that when you picked it up. You were taken to a settings menu

One of the options was called Immersive Interactions and you thought it would be neat to be immersed in this game so you turned it on and turned the game off for the night after saving by putting your character to bed

You weren’t able to pick it up for a while after that but when you did, your character woke up to a new villager checking on you while you were asleep. Their name was Hongo and they were happy you were alright as you had been asleep for days on end

It was a little surprising but when you left your house after a quick checkup from Hongo, you found that outside the Immersive Interactions were really good at making characters more interactive as they acted more like people instead of characters

Shanks or Benn would constantly be coming over to hang out with you like you were fishing at one point and Shanks came over to sit by you with little text bubbles popping up as he talked to you and made conversation about all sorts of things even eventually getting up to lend you a hand when you caught something big

You were even in the middle of redecorating your in game house at one point when Benn showed up and helped your character pull an object to the other side of the room before practically demanding that you take it easy and let him take care of things and surprisingly it wasn’t irritating trying to tell him where to move things

The two of them would show up practically anywhere in the game where your character was like if you went shopping whether it be for clothes or for items then one of them would walk in, Benn even critiqued the quality of the axe that you planned on buying one day

Eventually other people started moving into the town like Lucky Roux or Yassop and Banchina. They were friendly but they never acted anything like Shanks or Benn did, the most that they did was hang around when you were talking to a random traveling character

But hey, it was better than Shanks and Benn’s reactions to you talking to a traveling character as they would literally insert themselves into the conversation and almost seem very hostile if not jealous of the character that you were speaking to usually causing you to end the conversation prematurely

You even passed by Benn and Shanks having a conversation a few times but before you could see what they were talking about by entering the conversation, they would always end it as soon as they noticed you or turn out to be talking about something that really didn’t suit their actions

Eventually you managed to connect with someone else who had the game, a friend of yours who had actual Animal Crossing managed to hook up to your game and visit you which turned out to be a huge mistake

If you thought that Shanks and Benn were hostile with traveling characters then you haven’t seen shit as neither would leave the two of you alone, they would constantly be trying to pull you into conversations about “Oh? Who’s that?” or the most random of shit when trying to request your help with things didn’t work

Plus your friend told you that your villagers were constantly getting in their way even with Shanks going so far as to seemingly trip them but eventually your friend just straight up left your town like high tailed it

You tried to ask them what was wrong but they refused to elaborate or even speak to you for long periods of time and you had no clue what was wrong as even trying to ask your villagers questions, they wouldn’t answer and simply said that they thought your friend was weird

As the year in the game progressed, you went through multiple different holidays and events that were all pretty fun with Halloween being your favorite as all the characters dressed up in their own fun outfits but Christmas was a bit strange as Shanks almost seemed to be trying to get your character drunk

Eventually New Years came around and there was a big celebration for it in the town square, it was a ton of fun as all of your villagers hung around and had tons of fun until there were mere seconds left on the countdown to the New Year

Once it was the New Year, you had your character set off some party poppers only to notice that Benn was coming directly towards your character and as soon as he was close enough a cutscene started

Suddenly things were much more detailed as Benn pulled your character close and kissed them deeply in a very detailed scene, you were in shock and it only grew when Shanks came up behind you and began to bite on your characters neck

The sounds of kissing were prominent as they came through your speakers but not only that, you could hear some cheering and whistling coming through the speaker as well, you could only stare at the screen though as eventually Benn pulled back with a string of saliva between your character and him

“I love you so much, stay with us forever… Never leave…”

“I’m with Benn, you should stay here forever… Forever with us… We make you so happy after all, don’t we? Why would you wanna leave?”

The cutscene finally ended and you were returned to normal gameplay, a text box popped up telling you that your character had entered a relationship with Benn and Shanks. It was a little weird to you as you didn’t even know that you could do that and you should have at least had an option to decline but regardless you kept playing

Continuing on with the game after entering a relationship with them made things a bit odd as the game made your bed bigger and had it so that the two characters moved in with you which wasn’t too bad as they wouldn’t change much in your house

However they did usually stop your character and your character eat breakfast with them before leaving which usually sparked a conversation at the table with them

You also gained a new option for interaction with them which was kiss which would usually result in a rather passionate scene although you also noticed that when you had your character go to bed to save while one of them was in bed then there was an option for “Spend some time with Benn/Shanks” below Save the Game

You selected it out of curiosity once only for the screen to fade to black only for it to fade back on a rather graphic scene that made your eyes go wide and your jaw drop, the scene was of your character on all fours being pounded from behind by Shanks as they had their mouth fucked by Benn

Loud moaning came through your speakers along with the clear sounds of sex like a creaking headboard and loud wet slaps, it was graphic and detailed but what truly caused you to pull yourself away was when you started imagining that was you

You swore that you could practically feel them pounding your holes and you almost let out a moan but you came back to reality and after hearing Shanks moan out your name, not your characters name but your name and how you felt so good. You shut the game off without saving

Attempting to just forget about the game and continue on with your life didn’t work as the scene remained ingrained in your head no matter how hard you tried

You got such an urge to play the game again that you even tried to throw the game away but you couldn’t as it wouldn’t come out of the console

Eventually you couldn’t resist anymore, you picked up the console one late night and decided to play one last time but as soon as you turned it on. The game glitched and you found yourself in a waking nightmare after a bright flash of light

You were inside of your characters house laying on the bed, Shanks and Benn weren’t currently home which was nice but you attempted to pinch yourself awake hoping it was only a nightmare but it didn’t work and you soon heard the front door open

They were home and you had a feeling of dread, you tried to pretend to be asleep but it didn’t work as you were found out almost immediately

Both of them were overjoyed to see you up as you had been gone for so long and based on the way that things looked, you wouldn’t be able to leave them ever again as you weren’t beyond the screen anymore. You were in the game with them forever

An attempt to escape didn’t do anything as they caught you and told you that you were here to stay forever and seeing as their last attempt to enjoy some alone time with you got interrupted, they figured that they could enjoy some right now

Maybe expand the town just a little bit if you knew what they meant by that

Trying to fight was no use as your clothes were quickly pulled off and they began to prep you as they talked about how they’ve been trying to get you to love them ever since you had started playing the game and turned on Immersive Interactions

They simply couldn’t take their eyes off of you and they wanted to stay with you forever but seeing as they couldn’t enter the real world, they would have to hope that you could be brought to them

And sure enough, here you were now. You were here and never leaving and as they made passionate love to you all night long, you prayed that this was just a nightmare and hoped to god that you would wake up soon

As the months rolled by and your belly began to grow with a life inside of it, you still had hope that you would wake up and that everything would be ok

When your water broke while you were visiting with Yassop and Banchina, you still had hope that you would wake up very soon

But when you sat on a bed with Shanks holding your hand and encouraging you as Benn held your other hand and helped instruct you when to push. You officially lost all hope

And watching as your newborn daughter, Uta blissfully nursed from you without a care in the world as your husbands celebrated that you were a family

You knew that you were going to be here forever