#just imagine him with like extremely long hair and you'll see

[megafreeman]

Might get cancelled for this but I have to say it

Troy Bradshaw gives off big metalhead vibes. I have a feeling that dude spent his entire teenage years listening to heavy metal bands

[seelestia]

✧ i'll show you (if you'll let me).

⎯ there is a certain touch of beauty to witnessing a side of theirs revealed to you so naturally. it becomes as easy as breathing if you just let it happen... so, will you? ( or in other words, a way you enable them to be themselves. )

#STARRING. aventurine, dr. ratio, sunday, dan heng ft. gn!reader. { 4.2k words }

#TAGS. fluff, established relationship. more: minor spoilers for aven's backstory (described mostly abstractly), ratio is referred to by his first name, i called sunday a nerd (sorry), dr. ratio & dan heng are certified workaholics.

#P/S. i think i may have yapped a little considering the word count but i hope it ends up being a good kind of yapping. tysm for reading! ♡

© seelestia on tumblr, may 2024. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own.

★ 〜 masterlist.

will you let aventurine hold you close when he sleeps? . . . whether it's an arm slung over your hips or his nose buried in your shoulder or fingers tracing shapes onto your skin. he doesn't ask for too much; only that you grant him the permission to cradle you in his arms, somewhere within his reach. it's a habit, he hopes you don't mind.

you have to wonder, though. considering the plenitude of pillows on the bed, why do his hands still seek you out? with all the credits he spent on those cotton-stuffed angels, you thought aventurine would relish them a bit more. but ah-ah, see? that is where you're wrong. sure, the pillows are extremely comfy but he always has a preference for things with much, much more value.

and the truth — well, his truth — is that even the softest cushions from oti mall couldn't compare to the privilege of laying his head on your chest, he'd say. especially when you brush his hair with your fingers - oh, one of the easiest ways to paradise. truly, the best value there is! can you blame a man for being honest and a little lovesick?

(“sappy,” you accuse. he pouts, offended.)

but aventurine has a flair for theatrics, you know that. his witty quips are as feather-light in weight as light-hearted they are in intent. but his touch - in the forms of kind caresses or rhythmic taps to a tune from his forgotten culture - lingers on your skin, with a yearning so heavy. you question whether it could be nostalgia or instead, silent awe at a reality he never imagined could ever be his.

(kakavasha remembers. clinging onto you for warmth like he once did to his sister, falling asleep with her prayers to mama fenge in his ears. the avgins believed gaiathra triclops to be the symbol of humility; so naturally, their prayers to her should also be humble, not too quiet but not too loud. all in moderation. for a frail child like him, those gentle prayers alone were enough to let him drift into a dreamless slumber and to ignore the shackles of reality if not for the briefest moments.

time passed. came a time where the melody he associated with slumber was no longer a soft voice lulling him but pure static, a noise to distract his mind from the chains around his wrists. they burned themselves onto his skin, searing, but he was already too familiar with the sensation to care. the mark on his neck was unwelcome, laughing at him, but he too laughed at his own pitiful reflection so what's the difference, anyway?

time passed again, the call of slumber then turned into clattering noises of chips doused in gold and dice thrown onto a surface. he thought it'd stay that way forever but before long, it morphed into up-and-down waves he couldn't decipher initially. they're gentle, faint like a human's breathing: your breathing as you allowed him to lie beside you for the first time, he realized back then. although he deems himself unworthy, an ugly grime on your pristine existence that still insists on cradling him — but despite it all, he finds this last melody to be his favorite so far.)

✧ a moment among the stars:

ticklish.

the sensation, minor yet still impactful enough, causes you to stir out of sleep. the light of noon greets your eyes and you become vaguely cognizant that the root of it all is the tufts of blond hair brushing against your neck.

there is a solid weight on your torso and a pair of slender arms loosely wrapped around your waist - but they're nothing you haven't grown used to. you comb your fingers through the messy locks licking at your skin, instinctively, and the fragrant scent of what you register as penacony's limited edition perfume kisses your nose.

“...ugh, what system time is it?” you let out a grunt, shifting around slightly to let your limbs breathe. you don't get an answer to your question, instead, aventurine's arms reestablish their hold on you. hooking you closer to him as if to wring out whatever proximity is left, if there is even any. his simple proclamation of “who cares?”, in a sense.

there it is again, that ticklish feeling. you feel soft lips grazing feather-like kisses against your collarbone. oh, he definitely isn't letting go just yet. truly merciless, a dozy morning thought accompanied by your tired sigh. the noise still comes out fond, however, so your feigned act of annoyance is fooling no one.

“it's warm, you know,” you grumble. but the yawn escaping your mouth right after betrays whatever stern image you're trying to adopt. not like you can ever be too stern with him. aventurine knows this, yes, and he gives you an A+ for effort each time.

“mhm,” he finally speaks, snuggling into your chest with no care about anything in the world, “g'morning to you too, lovely.”

his favorite mornings aren't his favorite if not thanks to your innocuous complaints and delightful attempts at pushing his pretty face away, no? a lazy grin graces the stoneheart's lips and eyes like exquisite gems, although sleepy, flutter open to gaze at you languidly. he takes the sight of you in then lets out a sigh - a fond noise just like yours earlier; the both of you really are two peas of a pod.

you must look a terrible mess right now and yet, the sight of you has aventurine smiling dazedly. “ah, what a spectacular sight. i really am the luckiest man in the galaxy,” he hums in approval. you want to roll your eyes but stops as he leans up to pepper (ah, one necessary correction: smother) kisses all over your face, arms dragging you closer to his chest like a cage. your eyes widen comically. what a nefarious trap, he has the advantage!

every remnant of sleepiness clinging to your mind evaporates. you squeal with laughter, shoving at his shoulder using the strength of a baby deer because no, you don't really want him to stop. he knows that too, of course.

“mwah, mwah, mwah—”

“pfft...! kakavasha, i can't breathe!”

(he has half a mind to pinch his skin, as if to remind himself that this is real. he can feel your giggles tickling his skin as if to tell him in return: yes, you are.)

will you let veritas pour his heart out after a long day? . . . well, that could count as too much of an overstatement. others say, “that man is like a brick wall!” some more dare to whisper, “doesn't his temper already exhaust whatever emotional quota he has?!” needless to say, everyone knows that dr. ratio is a man ruled by the mind, not by the heart. alright, that's quite true - but does that imply he has discarded the latter altogether? if so, then you beg to differ.

(not in the literal sense, of course! the heart is a vital organ of the body. saying otherwise would be akin to spitting on his shiny phd in biology... or his seven other phd's at that.)

the pedestal which the public places veritas ratio on reaches still great heights, even if it may not rival an ivory tower a member of the genius society resides in. it is so high up that mundane troubles of those below can't reach a genius like him, surely? well, as tall as he stands - somehow, the universe grants you a front row seat for a particular sight that proves otherwise.

if only they knew the doctor has a habit of mumbling these incomprehensible (more like barely intelligible) grumbles under his breath, striking a resemblance similar to a grumpy old cat. if you strain your ears hard enough, you might catch a “...this has to be it...” or “...i dare not think so...” from time to time as he roams around the room with materials in his hands.

(absurd, people would say. but you think it's extremely cute.)

veritas doesn't say it out loud - but you can tell by the hunch in his stiff shoulders, by the one or two sighs he huffs every six minutes - that he is itching to tell somebody of all the tomfooleries he has encountered today. of course, the topics he laments about vary; it's only when you hear him exhaling the loudest sigh that you get to find out.

mostly though, it's about his students and remarks on how they can further improve their performance — sure, he could phrase it a little gentler — but you still find it sweet that he cares. if not that, then it'd be about indolent colleagues, complicated formulae and more. on some days, he'll even let out an exasperated “truly mind-boggling! could you believe that?” to which you'd reply with an “uh-huh, go on.”

at the end of a ranting session, veritas takes careful note to leave a kiss on your person afterward. no matter where it is - on the lips, the cheek or your hand. no matter where you are - sitting on the couch beside him, behind the kitchen counter or across the room. the warmth that stays on your skin when he pulls away is somewhat tingly. appreciative, you think, especially when he looks at you with such loving eyes that his colleagues would be sure to retch in shock if they were a witness.

looks like you are right on the money; he has never discarded his heart, after all. so yes, to rephrase - will you lend veritas a listening ear when he needs it?

✧ a moment among the stars:

“...yet another headache.”

as unsubtle as ever, the doctor's complaint is barely hidden behind the guise of a mumble. those neatly styled violet bangs of his aren't doing an excellent job at concealing that frown strewn across his forehead either. veritas's posture is tense, a dead giveaway, as he goes over the piles of documents on his desk.

you cock an eyebrow upon seeing the stamp belonging to the intelligentsia guild on one of the papers. definitely work. it has been two system hours since he took a seat at the work desk, you concur, or lifted a finger to do something besides flipping through drafts. a mere glance at the stack of documents is enough to convince you that those researchers at the guild must really value veritas's input.

a perk of being a genius, maybe? the phantom of a weight lands alight on your shoulders. with a mug of black coffee in hand, you make your way to him. your footsteps are without a sound, only the noise of porcelain being placed down onto woodenware is enough to announce your arrival. “rough day at work?” you ask, peering down at his progress.

(a doctor's handwriting really is something. you resist the urge to squint.)

veritas doesn't seem to mind. if the way he smiles at the sight of you, albeit tiredly, is any indication. “hah,” he rests a hand on his temple and scoffs wryly, “so much grievances like you wouldn't believe.”

oh, he is teetering on the precipice of a tangent but stops himself. “...fret not, i'm fine. this is hardly something beyond my expertise,” he shakes his head, the motion causing his reading glasses to slide down a smidgen down the bridge of his nose.

you're too familiar with the self-assured bravado he puts on. you're quite endeared, actually. “okay, mr. i-require-no-rest,” you take the glasses off his face and he breaks into a frown. at the childish tone you're using or for having his reading glasses taken away, you don't know.

“why don't you take a little break?” you suggest. veritas sighs, “need i remind you that dilly-dallying is for fools who wish to waste their time?” and crosses his arms defiantly. he knows your strategy, he has come face-to-face with it several times.

“do you think a break with me is a waste of time?” you present him with a rhetorical question, quite the difficult adversary.

(and he keeps losing to it every single time.)

“well, that's—” the doctor nearly splutters, taken aback. “that's different if you insist on inserting yourself as a variable,” he infers, putting emphasis on the last part accompanied by an incredulous look.

“the answer is up for debate then,” you shrug with a cheeky smile. your hand then deftly lifts the mug you previously set down to your lips, veritas's eyes dilate in bewilderment. “so,” you hum at the rich taste of your handiwork, “wanna tell me about your day? haven't heard about the council in a while.”

“you—” he gasps in defeat, “i thought that was supposed to be my mug of coffee.”

(he has a slight pout on his face, but you dare not point it out lest it disappears in the blink of an eye.)

“our mug of coffee,” you take a few more sips with an innocent decadence. “all is fair in love and war, doctor.”

“i can never win with you,” he buries his face in his palm with a groan. you laugh heartily, a sound that chimes like quaint little bells in his ears - it elicits a reaction from his lips, for them to quirk up at the corners in the smallest of ways.

“regardless. . .” veritas relents and reaches for your free hand. you let him. “it seems a break wouldn't be so amiss, after all,” he then presses a kiss on the side of your wrist, affectionate.

(your heart skips a beat.)

will you let sunday regale you with facts you've never heard of before? . . . a man of eloquent words, no less a man of educated mind. you have no doubt that the books in the dewlight pavilion really aren't just there for show - not that you're allowed to browse through them at your own desire. a servant's voice would stop you in your tracks should your fingers ever brush against something in the family's secret bookshelf.

how mysterious.

but sunday makes it known to the staff that you, in particular, are allowed more access to the shelves - perhaps, not too much - but more than even mr. mccoy, at least. with the way you have to crane your neck far up to pinpoint the tallest height that the shelves reach, you wonder: has sunday gone through everything here personally?

your immediate answer is most likely. you know sunday fairly well; to have something that he hasn't scrutinized from the inside out in his possession will surely gnaw away at his psyche incessantly. not being in the know at all times is a looming fear for him. but of course, you have other ways to confirm the answer for yourself.

pick out a book from a shelf there, either intentional or purely arbitrary, and watch as sunday carefully traces his steps towards you. his curiosity is piqued, which topic has caught your interest this time? but he tucks it under proper cordiality. with a hand behind his back, he'd utter your name in the softest tone and ask the familiar question of “would you like to know more?” — asking for your permission to ramble, essentially — you find this tendency of his to be charming, so you nod each time.

(and he smiles when you do. a smile less refined at the edges, kinder and relaxed.)

the best place to start from is always the beginning. you think sunday agrees because he often starts by telling you the history and its origins before moving on to its impact on the galaxy, then his personal stance on the topic. it's a pattern, you notice, his ramblings have a pattern. and it's consistent every time, you might've believed he was reading off a script. and what's more? sunday is blissfully oblivious of it.

fascinating. you ponder: what kind of things you can do with this information? decisions, decisions, decisions. . . but ultimately, you opt for keeping it a secret like a treasure only you're allowed to see.

(that might be true in a way. you don't doubt that robin, his dear sister, is familiar with this side of him. does that mean he treasures you like he does her? your chest starts to feel a bit lighter.)

if you were to point it out, you fear you might never witness it again - goodness, to know that he has been displaying such foolishness or rather, what he viewed as an embarrassing freudian slip in front of you? his wings might as well resort to covering his face for good until the end of time.

as you listen to him talk (with such elegance at that), you can't help whatever tender look you have on your face. really, who would've thought the head of the oak family could be such. . . a nerd?

(you hope in secret that sunday will be more willing to show sides like these to you in the future. and that they're not a weakness at all, not when they're shared with you.)

✧ a moment among the stars:

“it looks like you're fascinated by the dreamscape nursery rhyme this time.”

sunday spares the article in your hold no further inspection. one glance at the cover and walls of memorized information rush to the front of his mind. he looks familiar with it; could it be a part of his childhood too? but then again, everything found here is within his knowledge.

“i am,” you say with intrigue, “it got me ruminating for a while.”

you meet his gaze, stumbling upon yellow irises that glimmer akin to gold under penaconian chandeliers. you think you see a hint of affection in them, swimming around your reflection like a school of fish in a pond. it makes you smile.

he smiles back, oblivious to your thoughts but returns your gesture. he asks, “how so?” and you reply without delay, “i read through it and the morbid undertone took me by surpri—”

or at least, it's supposed to be without delay until you realize sunday has stepped closer in order to peer down at the page you're holding open. and suddenly, you're extremely aware of every minute detail like how his breath brushes against the side of your cheek and how his chest rumbles as he hums in acknowledgement.

(you flush in the neck and he perceives this reaction of yours with mirth.)

“my apologies,” sunday chuckles and pulls away, “i've simply forgotten the rhyme and wished to refresh my memory.”

“somehow, i feel that isn't the case...” you mumble accusingly. that seems to amplify whatever little amusement he gets from flustering you. “oh, my dove. i can assure you that it is,” he caresses your head, a little placatingly.

most times, sunday isn't so laidback about giving affection in public — since he has an image to maintain — so you assume the fact that the servants are out and about, leaving only you and him here, plays a role in his unusual boldness. you accept the gesture with a bashful pout.

“now, where were we?” sunday clears his throat, “ah, yes. some people have noted on the nursery rhyme's strange quality but still, it retains its popularity in penacony. it is also widely assumed that the hound resembles the bloodhound family while—”

you hold back an amused sigh, but it's more out of fondness than anything. he'll start from the history then the effect on the general public, as per usual, but you're not the only predictable one here. you'd listen to him anytime too, won't you?

(you do adore when the head of the oak family would put off his public figure mask around you. if only for just a while.)

will you let dan heng rest his head on your lap when it's just you two? . . . the sense of comfort it provides isn't something he can explain with words. as if he has ever been good with words in the first place. saying a sentence bereft of logical reasoning or witty remarks doesn't come easily to the express’ guard. neither does intimacy. . . but you know that already, don't you?

after all, it isn't a secret that dan heng prefers speaking with his actions. if to show one's intentions is the end goal, then actions are the fastest route to choose. words, although able to sweeten the trip like how a beautiful scenery can, will eventually lead to actions regardless so why take the extra step?

but you're different from him; you articulate what you think and what you mean. you're honest in ways that keep catching dan heng off guard without fail — just like the first time you offered your empty lap to him when his head was swirling in pain — but he supposes that is one of your charms. “words can be useful. we're not all born mind readers,” you told him once and he hummed, accepting of your perspective.

(“look at you two! opposites attract!” march chirped. he recalled shooting her a look of indignation and she rubbed the back of her head sheepishly in response.)

dan heng has learnt to grow used to your propensities - but by far, your shameless invitations are still one matter that can't be comprehended even with time. he cannot understand; how you smile as you sit on his futon in the archives (he doesn't mind), how you link gazes with him so effortlessly, how you pat your lap knowingly and say, “why don't you rest your head here?”

(he has to restrain himself from bursting into flames like a heliobus.)

sometimes, he'll accept reluctantly or he'll decline with an underlying tone of longing he doesn't want you to notice. because as much of a good hold dan heng has on nonchalance, he cannot deny that this particular gesture of yours has left a mark on him.

(it remains persistently.)

when he rests his head on your lap, he can't help but take a deep inhale - your fragrance fills his senses and he discards the selfish desire to keep it all to himself. your fingers are soothing as they thread through his hair gently. the feeling that washes over him is serene, almost comparable to submerging himself in the pure waters of scalegorge waterscape.

when overcome by such a tranquil state of mind, dan heng wonders what expression he might be making at that moment? he always keeps his eyes closed, so it's a shame he may never know. but you do, and you don't think you've ever seen him look so at peace before like he does now.

(perhaps, that's why you keep offering him this in the first place.)

✧ a moment among the stars:

“someone looks tired,” you state with a pointed stare. the archives isn't a room too spacious and the only ones here are you and him. the target of your sentence is obvious.

but dan heng doesn't take the bait, barely looks away from the entry he is currently authoring. still, he spares you a glance and hums glibly, “are you projecting? if so, feel free to use my bed in the meantime.”

you let out a noise, something gibberish that conveys disappointment but it is effectively drowned out by the typing noises. “you haven't even touched the food i bought you,” your voice becomes mellow, “why don't you rest for a while?”

he isn't convinced, you think, since his fingers are still hard at work. the new info the team brought back must've been a lot if he's that focused.

“dan heng?” you try again, hopeful for the last time. you don't take him for a fool, of course, he'll know when he reaches his limit and have proper rest then. but would that really be ideal? a second passes and that hope flickers like a dimming light. but just an inch before the edge of giving up, the typing slows to a stop.

“. . .alright,” he murmurs. finally, after a good hour spent drawing patterns on his backside with your eyes, dan heng turns around to face you. he look tense, you note with abject concern.

“here,” you usher him to your lap, empty and conveniently so. dan heng shoots you a blank look - this isn't the first time you offered and this isn't the first time he reacted like that. you try to suppress a laugh, failing gloriously at it. “just for a little bit,” you utter through a stifled fit of chuckles.

dan heng shakes his head, not in rejection but in defeat. his eyes slip close, second nature, as he leans to situate his head on your lap. you welcome him with a hum and let your fingers card through his hair. a calm sigh falls from his lips like a water droplet in springtime.

“this. . . is nice,” he admits, sudden and unprompted. you nearly doubt your ears for a moment there. did he— “i don't hate it is, uhm, what i mean to say,” dan heng adds and it dawns on you that your ears are still working. his eyes are still closed, not that you'd expect anything else, he prefers to treat it as a shield from being face-to-face with embarrassment.

(or to avoid your ecstatic gaze. he can feel warmth rushing to his cheeks already.)

“i know,” you smile, brushing away a few messy strands from his forehead. he isn't an open book but you think you've read the pages enough to remember all the little details. “but thanks for telling me. i'm no mind reader but i think i can read yours pretty well.”

“i shall provide no further comment,” he holds back an incredulous exhale, yet his lips still curl slightly at the corner. you feel the teeniest desire to trace the curve of his lips with your fingertip but settle for silently admiring them instead.

“it's fine. i know the answer already,” you say, words dripping with affection. such a shame dan heng never looks up at you during a time like this. because if he did, he wouldn't have missed seeing the sheer fondness in your gaze that rains down on him in light showers. a true shame.

(one day, he'll gather the courage. maybe.)

— thank you for reading! reblogs with comments are most appreciated. ♡

[restinslices]

If Aegon ii Targaryen Was A Sub

I forgot I said I was gonna post this weeks ago so here it is. Also before we begin, I feel like I gotta say that I DO NOT condone some of the shit he did in the show. This is not that type of party. I just think he has pathetic looking eyes and I’m known to make men subs. Let’s all just be horny in peace Obviously MDNI

A very needy whiny whore 

Needs attention and validation constantly 

Will actually start buggin’ if you're giving someone else attention 

And when I say “needy” I really mean that shit 

He's constantly tryna convince you to sneak away with him for a quickie. And if you're alone together? He definitely wants to fuck 

He's extremely needy and badly wants approval and appreciation but he's also such a fucking brat 

This man is a spoiled ass Prince. Are we surprised?

He's bratty in the sense that he likes pushing buttons but also in the sense that he just sometimes doesn't feel like listening to you 

Behavior that you'll have to make sure to correct 

Now when I mention anal you may wanna say “oh but I have female anatomy”. To that, I say “pegging”

Now you may wanna say “strapons don't exist in this universe” and to that I say “they have literal DRAGONS. Use your imagination and pretend they've been invented”

Now let's continue 

Idk why I feel this way but I can see him enjoying sex from behind. Especially while getting his hair pulled

Also has a thing for titty sucking 

Sucks on you while you ride him 

Or if he's bored 

Kinks and/or fetishes I can see him having are anal, barebacking, biting, breath play, dacryphilia, face fucking, free use, fingering (possibly fisting too), impact play, loud sex, name calling (whatever you wanna go by), orgasm control, orgies, praise, rough sex, and probably some other shit 

I just feel like he can easily be talked into anything. As long as he's getting pleased 

Enjoys the risk of possibly getting caught 

Turns him on even more if he's the one getting fucked 

Possibly getting caught fucking you is one thing but possibly getting caught getting treated like a whore? He'll cum from the thought alone 

Loves being told how slutty he looks

If you can fill his ass with cum, do it! 

Also enjoys being eaten out

He'll reach around to grab your hair and push his ass against you so your tongue goes deeper 

I can see him having a bit of toxic masculinity so you calling his ass a “pussy” or “cunt” will irritate him 

But in the same breath it makes him extremely hard 

His eyes are expressive so it's easy to tell when he's horny 

I don't see him denying it either 

Despises dry humping so it's a good punishment 

He's just way too impatient for it 

Other punishments for him could be orgasm denial, edging or refusing to touch him at all. Not just sexually. Like, refusing to kiss him 

Or telling him he can't pleasure himself could be a punishment 

Cock warming probably isn't his favorite either. Like I said, he's impatient. He immediately wants to fuck 

Has a fantasy of being fucked at a pleasure house while other people watch 

Also has a fantasy of having his mouth full of cum and it leaking out while he's being fucked 

Someone remind me to write these out 

I know I've said a bath for aftercare with other characters but like,,, who doesn't love a good bath?

Quick afterthoughts

He's definitely vocal. I just don't see him being quiet 

Doesn't mind getting woken up with sex

Cannot fully express how much he loves dirty talk

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Stalking, Use of Tracking Devices, Restraining, Spoilers for Boothill's Backstory

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Yandere!Boothill is deeply intriguing to me. This is a man who has nothing to lose; everything he has loved, everything he has had, has burnt to ashes or crumbled to dust beneath the weight of the world. Imagine somewhere along his travels through the cosmos, he meets you, and falls in love.

Boothill has not felt love in a very long time.

He sees his love as a small, raw, pitiful thing, so weak, so breakable, but so strong, so enduring. As much as he can while he stays on your home planet, he orchestrates your paths to cross as much as possible, laying on his charm thick.

If—and when, in Boothill's mind—you fall for him, he is quick to bring you with him to the next stop on his journey. He can't just leave you behind, in danger, just like all his loved ones. No, he can't do that. You give him a purpose in life, that sweet, addicting feeling of trusting someone wholeheartedly. If he lost you, he would shatter at the seams.

In the chance that you manage to escape his extremely watchful gaze, he goes from charming cowboy to a true follower of Lan. He most definitely plants at least one tracking device on you, and if that fails, well, he isn't a Galaxy Ranger for nothing. Boothill will relentlessly chase you down, from country to country, planet to planet, galaxy to galaxy. He'd even transcend the universe or become an Aeon if it meant he would find you.

When he inevitably does, he's mad. But after the initial rush of rage dies down, what's left behind is soft and hesitant. He'll brush the hair out of your face and kiss away your tears, careful to keep your movements constricted but avoid hurting you.

You'll learn to love him again, Boothill consoles, pulling you in tighter. His metallic hands are frigid as they press into your back. He tucks his head against the crook of your neck, as though making sure you're real.

After all, he can't lose you. Even if it means keeping you tucked away, hidden from the rest of the universe.

[moonsaver]

Yan Sunday with fem reader that love praise everyone but get embarrassed when someone praise her?

Fem reader rarely get praise by everyone so it’s not common for her to being praise by people.

Imagine Yan Sunday praise reader whenever he has a chance, and smirk when see reader almost faint from embarrassing.

Hello, dear requester. Im happy you appreciate my writing and you've frequented my inbox, but id also like you to please be aware of when my inbox is open or not. Ive had to delete a few of your other requests because you'd sent them in while my requests were closed.

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Yan!Sunday would be absolutely torturous with a darling like that, to be honest.

He loves control, and he plans everything in meticulous detail, so when he discovers although you may like praise, you also get embarassed by it, he'll abuse that to no end.

Of course, at first he'll use it to appeal to you. He's very kind and polite with his praise, and it's obvious he's absolutely relishing your embarrassment, knowing he's getting more and more on your good side. But also, when the time comes, he'll use it to his advantage and absolutely berate you when he sees fit.

It's a violent oscillation between praising you and then degarding you, going from one extreme to the other. He knows you rarely get praised, and he sees it as a golden opportunity to have you right under his thumb. You'll be extremely confused when the whiplash of it hits, and before you even realise what's going on, he's absolutely lovebombing you, and praising you. You'll be too embarassed to think about what happened, so.. just let it be. Don't mind what he said.

Sunday exploits it to a degree that, if you come to him seeking for approval or praise, he'll put you down vigorously, through a passive aggressive tone and an unimpressed face. But when you least expect it, he'll praise you endlessly, and coo and smother you in affection. No one praises you the way he does, and it makes you crave it so much more, until he's depriving you of it and making you eager to please him, and he keeps you under his thumb by continually holding a false hope that he'll praise you again, until he senses you're on the edge of detaching from him, when he somehow points out all the great things he's seen you done that week, day or month.

He's patting your head, kissing the side of your face so tenderly, fixing and even braiding a few strands of your hair, all while telling you how grateful he is to have you by his side. It's such a tender and loving moment when he enjoys and laughs softly at your embarrassment you might aswell forget all the harsh words he's said that border on verbal abuse. He wasn't always that bad.. just tough it out for a while, no matter how long it'll be. It's nothing compared to his recognition, right?

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

( Sorry for any writing mistakes, I don't speak English! )

Hello, it's me again! How are you? I was reading some of your Tgcf stories and I had an idea! ✨

I would like to request an Fluff Imagine (?), where (m/n) is married to Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, and has extremely beautiful long white hair!

The three of them were strolling through the ghost kingdom and Hua Cheng sees a beautiful bouquet of roses. He thinks it would look really nice on our hair, since the red would stand out against the white.

(M/n) and Xie Lian were looking at some things in another stall, when Hua Cheng arrives with a beautiful bouquet of roses. When (m/n) asks "what is this?", Hua Cheng just responds: "secret".

When they get home, Hua Cheng asks Xie Lian to help him put the roses in our hair. And it's a really cute moment between the three of them! 💗💗

I hope you have a great day! And I wanted to say that I love your stories! 🗣️💗💗

Roses

HuaLian x M!reader

You, Xie Lian, and Hua Cheng have been married for a while.

It's a loving relationship

But if there was one thing they love most about your physical appearance it had to be your hair

Long, white, pretty locs. That reminded them of the snow.

They think it's gorgeous.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng spend a lot of time playing, braiding and running their fingers through your hair.

They're like obsessed with it

Well while stroking through ghost city, you and Xie Lian are busy looking at a stall with jewelry in it.

Hua Cheng on the other hand is busy buying some beautiful red roses.

He thinks they'd look gorgeous in your hair.

And it's like putting a piece of him on you.

So when the three of you meet back up and start walking home you're staring at the bouquet in his hands

"What's that for San Lang?"

"You'll see it's a secret baobei"

And you do find out.

When you get home Hua Cheng sits you down on the bed and starts trimming the roses stems and placing them in your hair.

Xie Lian helps too, careful to remove the thorns so it doesn't prick you

Once they're finished your hair has many roses in them, and it does look good.

The dark red popping from your white hair.

Hua Cheng is never wrong and he knew you'd be a vision like this.

[hunterbunter3000]

Thinking about a fake dating scenario like say Sweets family is always bothering her about not dating anyone and she lies and says “actually I am seeing someone!” But then they ask to meet the person so now she has to find someone ti be her fake date. I would imagine the boys would be fighting each other for a chance to do that.

I know this is super random haha I’m just talking to talk at this point.

YES! AND RANDOM IS GOOD 👏👏 talk the talk and walk the walk babes! Any ideas you have SPEAK ON IT!!! 💓

But omg you're right, they would

Sweetheart walked in the living room, where the team was sitting on the couch drinking beers. She was talking on the phone as she walked past them to the kitchen, not even noticing the boys.

And she's talking to her mom about her love life. Saying "Yes ma! I will bring him this time!" And "You can tell Danni to shut the hell up cause he is real". And then she says love you and hangs up the phone.

Sweetheart, looking at everybody:

The boys looking at her:

Sweetheart: Okay who wants to be my boyfriend for the day

then they all say M E

And all hell breaks loose 💀💀

Soap: What tae FUCK do y'mean 'mE', Ghost?

Ghost: the fuck do YOU mean 'mEaH', Mactavish?

Soap: I SAID ME

Ghost: nah see-- you did it again. 'MeAh'. It's two letters.

Soap: AH WULL PUMPIN' BREAK YE YAH BRITISH CRUMPET

Sweetheart: uhm, guys?

Gaz: Bitch don't even try

Horangi: And why should I listen to you?

Gaz: You get a nose bleed everytime Sweets hugs you.

Horangi: WHAT?? HOW DO-- HOW CAN YOU EVEN SEE THAT I WEAR A MASK

Gaz: it drips under it, bruv. And I don't think her parents want to witness an extremely touched starved man get an aneurysm everytime their daughter touches him.

Sweetheart: GOOD LORD GAZ--

Horangi: OH YOU THINK YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER? YOU CRY EVERYTIME SWEETHEART TELLS YOU A GOOD JOB

Gaz: YO I DO NOT-

Ghost: He cries when Capitan says it too.

Horangi: THAT TOO

Gaz: GHOST STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS

Price: You cry when I tell you good job?

Sweetheart, kinda touched but concerned: And you cry when I say it too?

Gaz: UHM- SIR I-- WELL SWEETS YOU-- FUCK

Krueger: Ignoring the emotionally unstable man--

Gaz: HEY

Krueger: You should take me, Kleine Göttin.

König: Don't, Sweets. You'll never return if you do

Krueger: König what the fuck

Krueger: You can't even talk your way into getting gas at a gas station, you think her parents want to see you freeze like a tortoise having sex when they talk to you?

König: AT LEAST I DONT SNIFF ANY SEATS SWEETHEART WAS IN

Krueger: THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS

König: IT HAS E V E R Y T H I N G TO DO WITH THIS

Sweetheart: Krueger-- YOU DO WHAT

Ghost: He also sniffs your hair

Sweetheart: You do that too, Ghost

Ghost, stares at Krueger: Not while you're sleeping.

Sweetheart: KRUEGER????

Krueger: GHOST SHUT THE FUCK U P

Alejandro: Please don't take Krueger, mama. He would end up in prison

Krueger: (angry German words)

Alejandro: You can take me! They'll love my charm.

Price: What, so you can flirt your way out of personal questions they'll most definitely ask you?

Ghost: Especially with that five-palm forehead you got

Alejandro: CÁLLATE LA BOCA DECORACIÓN DE HALLOWEEN

Rudy: Price, you have no say in this matter. You can practically be her father's golfing buddy.

Sweetheart: uhm, my dad doesn't golf--

Price: I'm 37 you fucking Muppet

Sweetheart: nevermind.

Rudy, surprised: Really?? Damn I didn't know that! You just looked like one of Super Mario's long lost cousins to me because of the janitor mustache you have on your old body

Price: Mother fucker--

Ghost: I don't think you would do well either when you look like a human gopher

Rudy: GHOST WHERE DO YOU KEEP COMING FROM

Alex: ROACH OW STOP HITTING MY FACE

Roach on Alex's shoulders:😠 pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap (like a fucking cat)

Sweetheart, rubbing her temples: Oh my fucking GOD- I'LL JUST CHOOSE MYSELF THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG AND GAZ LOOKS LIKE HES ABOUT TO CRY

Gaz, tearing up: I AM NOT

Soap: Me!

Horangi: It's me!

Graves, picking his nails:

Graves: It's probably not me.

Keegan: Uh... If it's no trouble, you can take me. I have to give your brother his game boy back anyway

Everyone looking at Keegan:

Soap: w u t

She takes Keegan.

(He honestly had a good time! Yes, he did start a fire with her siblings accidentally but other than that her parents loved him. Sweetheart sent pictures to everyone and omg they were so SALTY SAD AND JEALOUS. Ghost kinda smiled at a picture with Sweetheart and Keegan together, Keegan's face without the mask and grease paint wearing a nervous but kind smile. He looks happy. The others don't but they'll get over it someday💀💀)

[lvndrdaaze]

(implied fem!reader, references to long hair and makeup ig?)

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who spots you across the gym on the treadmill while he's training one day. You're cute, he thinks, barefaced and glowing with your hair tied up. Soon, he finds himself inexplicably glancing back at you between each of his sets, following your workout curiously.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who finds himself going to that gym to train more and more frequently, hoping you'll be there every time he arrives. His hopeful eyes scan across the room as soon as he walks in, relief filling him when he spots you and disappointment when he doesn't.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who trains harder when you're there, in the hopes of drawing your attention or even maybe impressing you, though he would never admit it to himself or anyone else.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who walks in one day to find you in the weights section attempting squats with a weight, and instantly blanches. This was an unexpected, though not unwelcome, development.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who gets surprisingly nervous, heading towards the weights slowly and trying to begin his own training. All the while, his heart is pounding in his chest at how near you are, at the fact that he can see your body up close, the tension in your muscles as you dip into every squat. It's incredibly distracting.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who panics internally when you approach him out of nowhere, asking him to spot you whilst you use the chest press bench. He agrees, hoping his cheeks aren't as red as he feels they are.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who appreciates the musculature of your arms and shoulders, finding you that much more attractive up close like this.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who gives you such sincere encouragement and gentle tips to improve your form whilst you complete your set. When you return the bar to the rack, he's grinning like your achievement is his own.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who wasn't expecting you to strike up a conversation afterwards but he allows it to happen, falling into an easy back and forth with you. He realises then that not only are you hot, but kind and intelligent too. You're so easy to get along with, and he never wants this conversation to end, having forgotten all about his own training.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who promises to help you with your weight training a couple of times a week, eagerly accepting your phone number in order to arrange sessions. This is a good start, he thinks. He'd love nothing more than to spend more time with you.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who tries to stay as respectful and professional as he can whilst he helps you, but he can't help the way his gaze wanders. The clothes you wear to workout are extremely pleasing to his eyes, leaving nothing about your shape to his imagination.

✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who starts flirting just a little bit, because he simply can't help himself...but he certainly wasn't expecting you to respond in kind. He's baffled and a little flustered, but he grins bashfully at you, sensing the change in your relationship immediately and thanking whichever deity put you in that same gym that he attended.

My requests are open for NSFW/SFW alphabet headcanons! See my pinned post for more details! ^-^

[just-some-user-hunny]

Edward scissorhands headcanons...

I'm in the mood for Halloween as of late, so thought I'd dedicate some headcanons to some of my favourite Halloween movie characters!

~🖤~❄️~🕸️~🖤~❄️~🕸️~🖤~❄️~🕸️~🖤~❄️~

~ he is such a sweet man :(( he's incredibly shy and withdrawn, but has this little inkling of curiousity and kindness that twinkles in his dark doe eyes.

~ watches you hug your friends and family with this longing in his eyes, but will avert his gaze if you look at him. Edward would do anything to be able to hold you, and to be held by you- but alas his fear of even laying a scratch on you outweighs those desires. Still, he can't help but dream a little.

~ he's woken from dreams of embracing you tightly, only to wake up holding a pillow that's been practically sliced to ribbons and his mattress covered in feathers. Edward will just blink and then go :(

~ he's extremely paranoid about hurting you. Longing, yearning looks will be cast towards your hands- before he slowly gazes down at his own blades, before deflating and withering within himself. As a people pleaser, he'll never complain or bring it up, but he thinks about it a lot.

~ he feels like a ghost around you. Being seen, but unable to touch. He wishes he had hands like yours so that he could hold you and cup your face to feel your warmth, but alas all he can do is imagine.

~ Edward speaks so so softly, and his voice is just very soothing. You'll have to initiate the conversations, and he'll mostly just listen, but now and then he'll answer back. He's very polite, but shy.

~ ok but helping him eat when he struggles at the dinner table :( you'll see him fumble around with his blade hands, and the moment you feed him a forkful of food yourself, he just gives you this little thankful look :(

~ him going on errands with you, and just kind of fumbles silently and stays glued to your heels as he follows you around like a puppy in the grocery store. He is limited in what he can do due to his scissors, but the things he can do like

~ ok but Edward helping you with little things that he can do that makes him feel helpful and happy. Say you're sewing some torn clothing that he accidentally snipped whilst trying to help with laundry, and you'll hold out the thread for him- and he just carefully snips it and smiles sweetly when you praise him :(

~ inviting him to lay his head on your lap so you can somewhat cuddle that way, and he's very hesitant but indulges in it after a little reassurance and patience. He'll peer up at you softly as you lightly pet his messy locks of inky hair, and not really look away 😅 you'll be contently watching TV whilst he's in your lap, and then look down because he's being unusually silent and you're met with his unblinking eyes staring at yours like 👁️-👁️ he's part terrified of hurting you in anyway, and part elated at this small contact with you. Your lap is very comfortable, much more comfier than whatever he has had to sleep on within his cold decrepit mansion in his lonesome past.

~ carving pumpkins with him and he just makes these really intricately carved jack-o'-lanterns which he shows off proudly <3 he'll gladly help you if you need any as well. Just cute fun bonding together as you get ready for Halloween.

~ kissing the scars and cuts on his face

:( <3 constantly patching him because he's constantly knicking and cutting himself by accident, so you'll always be cleaning his injuries and dressing them with bandaids and kisses. It definitely makes it more bearable for him.

~ Edward is rather tall, so you'll have to usher him to crane his neck whenever you give him kisses. It's almost become an unconscious thing to him now. Whenever you call or usher to him, he'll bow his head down for you to stroke his head or kiss his forehead. Sometimes, when he has the courage, he'll return the gester and gently peck a light kiss to your forehead as well <3

~ overall, he's just very sweet and gentle! Although he may be clumsy and a little unsure of things, he holds genuine care and fondness for you, and he'll express it in any way he can

[odocoiileus]

Hiii! Can I ask for general headcanons about relationship with RZ Michael? And what the reader should do for him to not kill them in the first place?

pairings: rz! michael myers x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of murder, blood/gore, reader develops Stockholm syndrome if you squint, reader has nightmares (fueled by michael), michaels kind of an ass

a/n: sure! thanks for the ask🫶

let's start off in the beginning - you running from from this huge goliath of a man, fighting for your life.

rz michael is huge and extremely strong, obviously brutal, too. so rightfully, you're terrified.

I think the best ways to survive would be : A. fight until you can't anymore, prove your strength in a way - or B. try your best to empathize with him.

either way, if you survive, you're extremely lucky. sort of. michael won't simply let you go after surviving him, you're stuck with him now.

obviously it will take you a very long time to get the slightest bit comfortable around him, and vice versa. deep down, you know what he's capable of, and you never feel truly 100% safe.

Michael has never had a good example of what love should be like. let's not sugarcoat it, he's far from perfect as a romantic partner.

I can see him being very demanding (silently), and he has no care for your belongings or surroundings. so don't be surprised if he breaks stuff or ruins your shiny wooden floors or white carpet with blood. he'll just stare at you.

you can try to show him some humanity by cooking him meals, forcing him to shower showering with him, washing his clothes. it's foreign to him - a feral animal being forced into domesticity.

it'll be a verrryy long process, and it isn't linear.

even when he softens a bit, when he's just a bit more considerate — when he's laying in bed beside you, knife discarded on your bedside table and he's shown a sense of protectiveness over you --

you still have nightmares. who wouldn't? michael may show that he's protective (or possessive..you can't tell at this point) over you, but he's still a murderer. you know you're still at risk.

by no means will your relationship with him be perfect, but you relish in the soft moments you have with him.

braiding his hair, showering with him, laying with him (or on him, I mean, you could use him as a pillow), and cuddling.

you'll even put on some music you think he'll like: kiss, iron maiden, megadeth, etc.

it makes you feel like you're in a regular relationship, for just a moment.

despite your fears of being stabbed in your sleep or something wild like that, you soon find yourself not wanting to leave.

michael's a wild animal, and you're the one that's decided to put your life at risk by trying to domesticate him and show him love.

I do imagine he'd murder someone for you if you were ever in a situation where someone tried to hurt you,,,or tried to steal your attention away from him - maybe they were being just a bit too nosy, too curious about the stains in your floor, wondering why you never left the house.

you'll soon forget what loneliness is, anyway. you have Michael — a huge, silent giant who proves to be gentle with only you.

[iceinwhb]

Oh my God please I will definitely give you more!!

One of my ideas is:

Mammon dolling you up just to bring you to a fancy party full of wealthy devils ;)

You know the one, where he shows you off like some exotic pet.

Sitting in his lap as devil's eye you like a piece of meat. But they know they can only look not touch.

Woah... This... I got to write it quickly. But I know it's going to be very short… Let me see.

﹅ contains ;; what in hell is bad, Mammon, sfw.

You had never been to a similar party, not even remotely close.

The glamour of the room was more than impressive; if it wasn't for the fact that you were already more aware that gold was a material they used for every single thing that could enter into the mind of a rich man with a lot of money and desire to spend.

But what you were still not able to understand, was the reason why Mammon invited you there in the first place, and if he was aware that all those looks would be glued to your body, and they would covet you, because you were the last descendant of Solomon.

He smiled all the time, never moving away from your side, and never letting you out of his touch, almost like a precious object that no one else could access, only him.

You could even say he took pride in your presence, as he drank a strange and exotic type of liquor that you would never have imagined seeing on earth, or anywhere else but there, as he relaxedly enjoyed the ominous atmosphere.

Since you arrived, the demons were making a restless circle, with the purpose of greeting Mammon and taking a closer look at their companion, at every part of you, as if assessing at a glance your value.

And after overwhelming you with undue attention, he lifted you in his arms, and solely cared for you, too comfortable to realize his intentions. He wanted everyone to see how precious you were, too much to consider anything else.

He sat you on his lap, and kissed you gently, before caressing your hair, and your neck. His hand traveled to your waist, and made circles over your thigh.

“Having fun?” you whispered, almost in a playfully accusatory way, as your head fell to his chest, and you basked in his scent.

“They were never bad, don't you like it? We can leave whenever you want.”

“Opulence, looks that consider me a piece of meat, and expensive liquor were never exactly something I wanted to try to the extreme.” You laughed, and denied. “As long as you don't sell me out to anyone here, so much the better.”

“It has never crossed my mind to give you to anyone else, but if you want to know how much they would give for you…” Fingers slid to your ass, instinctively. “You know I'd give everything I own for you, and that's already yours.” He whispered, as his nose rubbed against your cheek. “No one could ever give you what you're really worth.”

You had no words for it, except a laugh.

“Later, you'll have to pay for that.” You let him manipulate you any way he wanted, while internally you adored the excitement in his eyes, which not was too short-lived because he didn't want to wait for the party to end.

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Actually, it's very short, but I can't imagine what kind of things the non-sectarian rich people. do (Sorry, the movies).

[mariposa666haruka]

"Awaken" (Harbingers X Fem!Reader) #00

This may mostly count as Dottore x reader...but I am thinking of making different routes for each character when the right time comes. I also wished to make the reader gender neutral but....to be honest I am afraid to do so. I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable with my unintentional mistakes and let's say I do not have a good experience with it. That is why I decided to go with a female reader (I identify myself as a female and it is much easier for me that way.)

Also this part is more of a prologue than a chapter so that is how I am marking it. It may even stay in my drafts for a while but we do not talk about that....heheh.

Warnings: Reader has long hair in this chapter cause she has been asleep for a long time and did not get a haircut in years. in this fic Pantalone has dark purple eyes.

Word count: 761

You open your eyes to a very bright light, facing the roof as you were lied down. Aside from the extreme brightness - that made your eyes shut tightly again - you could feel a quit cold liquid enter your body from your right arm....a serum?...You slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes with your free hand to ease the pain from looking at the bright light for too long.

Your body hurt....you were in pain, like you had not moved your limbs for a very long time; not to mention your brain was still hazy, furthermore you were not sure about what you were doing before getting inside this room that was very much like a medical lab filled with all sorts of big devices which most of them were connected to your feet and right arm.

Slowly looking down, you find yourself in a very delicate icy dress with long yet loose and see through sleeves.

Despite feeling pain in your arms, you carefully remove whatever is connected to your body. The cold liquid smelled strange, you could not put your hand on its name though.

Your legs felt weak as you stood up and held onto the wall. It hurt to just stand, you could not imagine how painful walking would be.

You soon dragged yourself out of the room and hissed at the sudden coldness. "Why is it... so cold?" Even talking hurt. Your throat itched and your vocal cores had a hard time making any sound. You decided not to talk until getting yourself a glass of water.

The temperature seemed to drop further as you walked closer to what looked like an exit door; it opened easily after pushing a random button and soon you were hit with even a colder air, as it was way chillier outside the room.

If one were to look from afar, They would see a female figure walking down the corridor, helplessly holding into the wall; which was exactly what the great Regrator was witnessing.

' A woman...coming out of The Doctor's lab.....? Is she perhaps a new test subject?" He thought, taking into account how unlikely it was to see a test subject of the infamous Doctor healthy enough to escape the laboratory. They were not even left alive most of them times. Pantalone was already used to hearing screams and cries of help outside of that cursed lab; but a woman - in a really decent and nice dress - making it out without in any blood on her? That sure was a rare sight to see and he possibly could not contain his curiosity; Therefore his legs led him towards you.

Your legs had given up carrying your weight any further, that is why all you managed to do was to sit down where you were, the wall behind you supporting your back.

"Well well, what do we have here? What are you doing here little darling?~ in such light clothes too; you'll catch a cold if not careful." Said the dark haired man, who seemed to be wearing glasses or shall I say that was what your weak eyes were seeing? You barely could see how his facial features looked like.

On the other hand, The Ninth Harbinger took a good look at your face and how your long hair covered your shoulders down to your belly; as if it had not been cut for centuries, despite that, your hair was completely clean and your body seemed to be freshly washed.....you felt like you had taken a bath the night before, as you felt a certain freshness lingering to your skin.

Back to the jet black haired man, he was talking to you but all you heard were uncoherent words, so you began mumbling words of your own.

"Zandik....where is..Zandik....cold...I must....find..him."

Pantalone's eyes widened at the name you just whispered. You knew of of The Doctor's true name?.....unexpected yet impressive.

"Zandik.."

"Oh little darling~ I'll take you to Zandik" He chuckled and wrapped his big warm coat around you. He then picked you up carefully and almost laughed at how you pressed your cold face to his warm chest.

It has been a very long time since the last time he was this much amused by someone....and you weren't even conscious yet. He wondered how entertaining you would be once you were fully awake.

The Regrator walked towards the harbingers' meeting room, where every single harbinger would have been gathered there by now.

Oh how impatient he was to witness their expressions once they saw the woman in his arms.

[perfectlovevn]

Hello!! I just finished playing Perfect Love and OMGGG, I LOVED ITT. The entire plot-line and game concept was extremely unique!! And ouuhhh I loved Milo the most <33. Best boy, really.

Is there anything else you can mention about Milo? Like some sweet fun facts about him that were not mentioned in the game? I'd really like to know him full on out! Otherwise, that's all. Have a good day, afternoon, or night!! :D

Wooo! I'm glad you liked it! It always makes me happy to hear!

I did have a list of things here about Milo, but here are some more.

Pre Milo:

In theory, Milo can have multiple forms, not just Violence and Manipulation. He can be motherly, competitive, preppy, vain, anything so as long as Eris is able to influence them in that way.

In the same vein, Milo is actually a really fast learner, as you can see in the game. He doesn't think he is but under the pressure of wanting to make sure that his love doesn't leave him, he learns and understands remarkably fast.

Milo is deathly afraid of bugs, as seen in the manipulation route. I guess that's what happens when you're forced to eat insects as child. Thanks bullies.

I think I should probably make him shorter but I headcannoned him to be about 6ft. It's literally because I'm really bad with heights so I wanted a good round number.

He really likes rabbits/bunnies as it's his favorite animal. He still has his first bunny stuffed animal that he had as a child and has repaired it several times. He likes large lop bunnies the most but his parents wouldn't let him keep it when he was smaller.

His major is school is kinesiology for the sole reason that I think it would be funny that he's kind of buff under all those clothes. He probably does work out on occasion, but considering how sad he is I don't think he always maintains it.

The backpack he is wearing actually handmade by him. He actually is pretty good at handmade crafts and makes a lot of stuff, however, he usually ends up not finishing them or throwing them away because he ultimately thinks its useless.

If you make anything handmade for him, no matter how bad you think it is, he will keep it. He also would probably add something onto it because he can't help himself.

If given clothing, handmade or bought, he will try to sew something onto it unless you tell him not to.

He is pretty good basic first aid because he always had to patch himself up when he was growing up.

If you access the scene in the code, you'll find that he likes more relaxing games like Stardew Valley, Spiritfarers, Animal Crossing, etc.

When holding hands, he will usually hold Eris by the fingers, not the palms for some reason.

Manipulation Milo:

He's learned he's like rubbing his face on things he likes (not at all influenced by my habit of doing that). Because of that, he likes to rub against Eris's hair a lot.

Pre Milo can actually hold his alcohol pretty well because of his size, but doesn't drink much and gets sleepy pretty fast after drinking. Manipulation Milo has embraced this and now basically can drink a ton without getting wasted. Tends to be a lot more clingy towards Eris the more he drinks.

Manipulation Milo practices speaking like Eris by recording them when he thinks they're not noticing. Practices a lot in the mirror to be as close to them as possible when talking.

Has learned to have a strong appreciation of cats and they come flock to him when nearby. Also has learned how to purr.

When holding Eris's hands, he tends to sweat a lot. Eris, I imagine can't hold his hand for very long without it getting soaked.

He never wears the first earrings that Eris gave him and keeps them preserved somewhere in his room. Always wears copies of it in case it ever gets lost or stolen.

Changed his eating habits to appear more thinner and dainty, to match his new personality and appearance.

Has gotten really good with social games, so much so that in some groups they can't play it anymore because he always wins. Also is surprisingly good at Co-op, especially with Eris.

Violence Milo:

Probably won't admit it, but likes being headpatted. Will come towards Eris and slightly nudge his head towards their hand to indicate they want to be headpatted, but will never ask them.

Eats a lot more now than he did previously. Pre Milo ate more like a bird, but Violence Milo devours his food. Seeing him eat meat is like watching a dog tear apart steak.

Because of this, he's also learned how to cook more meals. Before Milo just cooked to survive, but now Violence Milo makes pretty good meals. Will cook anything Eris asks.

Has gotten more into shooters and fighting games. He actually seems to have really good reaction timing now compared to what he was like before.

When holding Eris's hands, tends to squeeze too hard before loosening it because he gets shy. He's working on not doing that but Eris's hands have been crushed multiple times before.

Really into wolves and big dogs. Really likes german shepards and watching him play with dogs is like night and day because he's so mushy around them .

Probably has a punching bag with Ryan's face on it somewhere in his room. That picture has been replaced over and over again and that punching bag looks like it's on the brink of breaking.

Growls and whimpers in his sleep sometimes. When his back or head is stroked, it turns into a more comfortable and happy growl and he tries to hug whatever is closest to him. If it's mentioned to him by Eris, he'll probably get embarrassed. Being big spooned will also cause his leg to shake for a bit before he ends up sleeping soundly.

I hope I remember a lot of these facts later because I feel like some of this stuff I just made up on the spot.

[yawn-junn]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ # I'm thinking 'bout cha

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ Much obliged too: Jiseok, Big O!cean

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ Synopsis: Jiseok boyfriend imagines

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ Inscription: This is pure entertainment, don't take anything too seriously or a take on his or big ocean's actual characters and I do see you're requests I have them in the works don't worry

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ Cauntionary Tale: jealousy : food : kissing : mentions of being deaf : insecurities :

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ Taglist: @mxlly143 - @babigriin

06/21/24

ᝰ.ᐟ Naturally he has a very natural face, rarely showing any actual movement other than his smile, but with you he can't control his face at all.

ᝰ.ᐟ His ears are uncontrollably red around you, especially if you do something he thinks is absolutely adorable.

ᝰ.ᐟ Non stop smiles, which often makes you wonder how he doesn't get face cramps.

ᝰ.ᐟ His jealousy, which I've mentioned in a different post, he gets extremely quiet tugging on whatever he can reach at that time as a sign to leave.

ᝰ.ᐟ In private he is very touchy, he loves neck kisses, especially receiving them, after a stressful day of practice and the annoying live their always on, yes he enjoys it but sometimes it gets too much.

ᝰ.ᐟHe adores the little things you do for him, such as reaching up to lightly fix a little strand of hair, or making sure his implant was covered completely.

ᝰ.ᐟ On the topic of his implant, he does teach you sign language so you don't have to repeat yourself when it doesn't pick up you're voice.

ᝰ.ᐟ if you were also deaf like him, he'd be over thrilled, it's only another reason to love you more.

ᝰ.ᐟ He makes mental notes about the things you like, then he'll go set out on hours long of a journey to retrieve said items.

ᝰ.ᐟ He often gets insecure about his disability, afraid you'll leave him for someone who could hear you properly, so he'll need lots and lots of reassurance.

ᝰ.ᐟ He really isn't a fan of PDA but he'll hold you're hand or peck you're cheek in public that's about it tho.

ᝰ.ᐟ Whatever food he has he'll hype it up just to get you to eat some of it, he often worries you'll lie to him about eating.

ᝰ.ᐟ He always orders extra food for you, and an extra drink. Most of the time he's 100% right about you being hungry.

[tangyangie]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

desc. chuuya x reader, very fast burn !!! gn!reader, mentions lipstick so take that as you will (doesn't mention reader's pronouns)

notes. mwahaha welcome to the first part of my red (taylor's version) event! this is actually so cool i'm going to have so much fun with this

lyric. and i never saw you coming / and i'll never be the same

no one expected you two. not even the stars in the sky could have predicted this—you certainly didn't.

it started with longing glances, with deep, blue eyes looking into your own. you were preoccupied in your own conversations, yet you couldn't help but look around. those looks landed on a lovely redhead.

even the extremely dim lighting of the large room couldn't conceal the eyes he was already giving you. with a flushed turn of his face, he broke the sudden eye contact. although being interested, he didn't want to creep you out. he's smart enough to know that would drive you away.

and yet... you still came.

you were the most unlikely couple of that entire room, and you still hit it off. chuuya didn't think it was possible to fall in love so quickly. but from the moment you stepped into his vicinity, he wanted to lift you off your feet and bring you to some romantic cafe on a rooftop.

although you weren't at that point just yet, you definitely were moving faster than usual. by the end of the night, chuuya had a lipstick stain on his cheek, and yours was a tad smeared. being the gentleman he was, he drove you home on his motorcycle. you thought he'd let you go home in a taxi? absolutely not.

you had no clue when he got your number, but the next day, he somehow texted you. not that you were opposed to it!!

you met up on a bench in the subway tunnels, before taking a walk together through the crispy autumn air. although you couldn't see your own breath just yet, it was definitely close to being that cold.

your conversation went on for hours, barely taking time to breathe in between different topics that switched as soon as something else was mentioned. before you knew it, the evening had fallen upon you both once again.

and—for the second time in a row—he drove you home on his motorcycle. the difference, this time? instead of a kiss on the cheek, your goodbye was a bit more intense.

your hand slipped past his hair, pulling him in close as you closed the distance between you two. with your sudden connection, he lets his hands rest on your cheeks, softly gliding his thumb along your face.

it might not have been defined by both of you as love at first sight, but it sure as hell was close to it.

you two were inseparable after that moment. sure, you had your disagreements and arguments. what couple doesn't? but you always owned up to your mistakes. chuuya hates to see you upset—it breaks his heart.

we already know he's old fashioned, so if he ever does something wrong, expect a large bouquet of flowers and an expensive date with a price that he doesn't even bat an eye at.

lots more pampering comes to you that night. expect to wake up the next morning feeling like a cloud and being brought breakfast in bed.

you can't imagine life without each other now. it's worth it to keep fighting your differences every day—you're like puzzle pieces. although, one piece is wearing a hat 365 days of each year.

you definitely never saw him coming, and you'll definitely never be the same.

notes. ngl this was shorter than i wanted but whatever !

[mamaestapa]

That’s Our Baby

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You have your first ultrasound and you share some sweet moments with Joe. As the day ends you make plans to tell your friends (and brother) about the baby

•word count: 3.3k

•warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, crying, LOTS of fluff

series masterlist

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February 15, 2023

3 months pregnant

About a little less than a month has passed since the AFC championship game. Since then, the off-season has started, meaning you were currently "unemployed". Of course, you still had your job, you just didn't have to go into the stadium or practice fields to work—until OTA’s begin, but you still have a couple months before those.

Since the championship game, you’ve been spending most of your time at home. Your morning sickness has been pretty rough the last couple of weeks, leaving you feeling exhausted. Pair that with the mood swings you were experiencing lately, this first trimester of your pregnancy was tough. It doesn’t help that none of your family members know about it either. You’re trying to hide it from them as long as you can because you know how they’re going to react to the fact that you’re not with the baby daddy. And, you knew your pregnancy was only going to get harder to hide from everyone because what you could shrug off as bloat, has now turned into an obvious baby bump.

You loved that your bump was growing, but you didn't love that you wouldn't be able to hide your pregnancy much longer. You and Joe just weren't ready to share the news with anyone quite yet...

You let out a long sigh as you got out of bed, yawning as you stretched your stiff limbs. You don't like to get up this early during the off-season, you enjoy sleeping in a little too much. However, today was a big day. You have your first OB appointment. You'll get to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time, and if you're lucky, you'll get to see the little guy or girl on an ultrasound. You were feeling a mix of emotions as you thought about your upcoming appointment. Thankfully, you won't be there by yourself though because Joe is coming with you.

He initially told you that he was unsure if he could make it, but last night you received a text from him, asking if you'd be up for "plus one" at your appointment. It warmed your heart knowing that Joe wanted to be there to support you, and see his baby for the first time. Although he was hesitant at the thought of becoming a father at this point in his life, he was starting to come around to the idea of being a father. Joe would never abandon you or his baby. Especially with the history the two of you have, he could never imagine leaving you to go through this by yourself.

You had about an hour and a half before you had to leave for your appointment. You gave yourself plenty of time to shower, get ready, and even enjoy a quick breakfast. Well, at least try to enjoy a quick breakfast.

After your shower, you dried your hair and did some simple make-up. Nothing too extreme, but enough to hide the dark circles and illuminate your best features. You decided on a casual but cute outfit for your appointment. Since it was the middle of winter in Cincinnati, you opted for a pair of leggings and a cream colored sweater that hugged your belly just a little bit.

Once you were satisfied with your appearance, you made your way into the kitchen to make some eggs, a fruit smoothie, and a side of prenatal vitamins. You ate your breakfast in silence, deciding to scroll through Instagram and see what your friends and other NFL WAGS were up to lately. Upon opening the app, you saw that Joe posted on his story You clicked on his profile, and on his story was a picture of him, Sam, Tee, Ja'Marr, and Logan. It was a photo of them from last years training camp, captioned "Throwback Thursday". You couldn't help but chuckle at the caption. You couldn't think of a single person that still uses that phrase.

You looked at the picture, eyes only drawn to Joe. Blame the hormones, but you were feeling a little bold, so you slid up and clicked the '😍' react emoji.

After you finished up your breakfast, you cleaned off your plate, placing it in the dishwasher. You had about ten minutes to kill before you had to leave for your appointment. You decided to go to the living room and relax for a few minutes. You pulled your phone out and sent a text to Joe:

You: Hey. Just wanted to remind you that my appointment is at 11:30 if you're still able to make it. If you need the address again let me know :)

As soon as you set your phone down on the couch beside you, you immediately got a response from Joe. It was almost as if he was waiting for you to text him, that's how quick it was.

Joe: I was actually just about to call you. How about we go together? I'll drive.

Your heart dropped. He wanted to take you? He wanted to go together, not separate? A small smile started to pull at your lips as you typed your response.

You: That would be great. You need my address?

Joe: Nope, I think I remember from a couple months ago ;)

You completely forgot that Joe has been to your apartment before. Plus, one of his closest friends lives in the same complex just a couple doors down from you, so of course he knows where you live.

You: Okay, well if you need me to send it to you just let me know.

Joe: Should be there in about 5. See you soon!

You liked his message as you stood from the couch. You went into your bedroom and grabbed your pair of black boots, along with your North face coat before you went outside to wait for Joe. The weather was actually decent today. There was little snow on the ground and the temperature wasn't the typical bitter cold. You locked the door to your apartment and headed outside. As you left the complex, Joe's car pulled up to the front of the building. You smiled and waved at him as you began to walk up to his car. He returned the wave and smile.

You opened the passenger side door, greeting Joe and thanking him as you sat down and buckled your seatbelt.

"You ready to go?" Joe asked, glancing over at you once he heard the click of your seatbelt. You nodded as you rubbed your clammy hands on your leggings. You were starting to feel a little nervous about your appointment. Every single possible outcome of how this appointment could go was running through your head. "Yeah," you said, your voice wavering slightly, "I'm just a little nervous."

Joe gazed at you with a slight frown, "I am too." However, his frown turned into a soft smile as he finished his thought, "but everything will be fine, I promise." You smiled at his reassurance. Sometimes all you needed to ease your worries was just a little reassurance.

Joe pulled out of your apartment complex and began driving to your OBGYN's office. As he was driving, he kept one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was resting on the glove box. You noticed his eyes drift away from the road multiple times, instead looking at the small bump your abdomen. You caught him looking at you for a third time, a pink hue on Joe's cheeks as he realized he had been caught. You smiled slightly as you spoke softly, "You can touch it, you know." He glanced at you, a small smile on his pink lips. "It's your baby too," you said. Joe hesitantly lifted his hand off of the glove box, letting it hover over your middle for a few moments before he slowly lowered his hand onto your belly. He rubbed the fabric of your sweater with his thumb, feeling the swollen skin of your baby bump beneath his fingertips. "Wow." he couldn't help but breathe out. Joe was amazed at the sight of your small bump.

Joe kept his hand placed on your belly the rest of the short drive to your OB office. Content smiles were on both of your faces as you sat in silence. The action felt foreign to both of you, but as foreign as it was, it felt good--it felt right.

~time skip~

After signing some paperwork at the front desk, you sat back down next to Joe in the chairs in the waiting room. His left leg was nervously bouncing up and down as he looked at the other expecting couples waiting in the office. You rested your hand on his thigh, stopping his movements, "Are you okay?" you asked lowly. Joe just nodded, "I don't ever get nervous..." he glanced over at you as he said, "but I am right now."

You smiled softly at him as you leaned back in your seat, taking a deep breath, "Yeah, me too." As you let out the breath, a nurse walked out into the waiting room wearing a bright smile and holding a chart in her hands.

"Y/n Hubbard?" she called, making yours and Joe's head snap up. You looked up at her and smiled softly, "That's me."

"Great!" she exclaimed, smiling warmly, "you can follow me this way."

You and Joe stood up from your seats and followed the nurse down the hall, and into an examination room.

"If you want to sit up here for me, I'll take your vitals." she said, gesturing the examination bed. You sat down on the bed as Joe sat down on the chair right next to it, nervously rubbing his palms over his shorts. As the nurse was taking your vitals and marking them down on your chart, she looked at you with narrowed eyes. "Okay, I just have to know," she stated as she set the blood pressure cuff down on the counter, "are you married to Sam Hubbard?"

Your eyes widened and Joe choked on his breath.

"I'm sorry, what?" you laughed in shock

"Oh are you not? Or.." Her dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "No! God no," your laughter continued. "He's uh, he's my brother."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, growing flustered at her mistake. You smiled at the poor girl, "It's alright, don't worry."

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking at you with concern. You nodded, making her sigh, "God I feel like an idiot."

"You're fine, I promise." you smiled kindly at the dark haired nurse, "I get that a lot, honestly." you said, reassuring her and letting her know you didn't take her mistake personally. She just blushed and awkwardly finished up with your vitals and basic patient information.

"Doctor Montgomery will be here shortly." She said, a blush still on her cheeks.

Joe smiled, "Thank you..." he looked at her ID tag on her scrub top, "Amanda." He said with a wink. The nurse, Amanda blushed crimson once again, "Of course. Congratulations."

As Amanda shut the door and left the exam room. Joe scoffed in disbelief, "She thought Sam was your husband when I'm sitting right here?" You chuckled softly, "I guess so. Maybe she didn't recognize you."

Okay but in all seriousness, who wouldn't recognize the Joe Burrow.

Joe was about to respond when there was a knock at the door before your OB-GYN, Addison Montgomery walked in.

"Hello Y/n," she greeted, smiling warmly, "good to see you again."

You smiled, "Hey, Doctor Montgomery, it's good to see you too." She sat down on the swivel chair net to the examination bed. "So, you're here today for an ultrasound?

"Yes. I meant to come in earlier, but i've been busy with work."

She nodded, "Totally understandable. We've been super backed up here. Seems like everyone has baby fever right now." she turned to Joe, chuckling as she spoke. He just smiled at her, nervously. She held her finger out, pointing at Joe, "Wait, you're Joe Burrow!"

Joe chuckled, slightly cocking his to the side as he replied, "Yup, the one and only."

Your doctor turned to you, winking, "Oh Y/n, you have got yourself one fine baby daddy." You smiled, blushing as you made eye contact with Joe, "Yeah, I do don't I?"

Joe rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush making its way onto his cheeks as he looked at you sheepishly.

"So," Doctor Montgomery clapped, "you ready to see your baby you two?"

You grinned happily, looking up at your doctor as you laid back against the bed. Joe stood up and walked over to the side of the bed, pulling the chair he sat in with him. He placed the chair down and sat down next to you.

"Okay Y/n, if you want to pull up your shirt for me, that would be great."

You nodded, pulling up the cream material of your sweater. Doctor Montgomery put the cool gel all across your lower belly, the cool gel making you shiver as soon as it touched your bare skin.

"Sorry," she chuckled, "I forgot to warn you, but the gel is very cold."

"Yes, it is." you nodded, your eyes glued to the screen of the ultrasound machine. you were anxiously waiting to see the baby pop up on the screen.

"Alright here we go." she said, grabbing the probe and moving it around your slightly protruding abdomen. You and Joe watched the green intently, holding your breaths as you watched. Her eyes lit up as she moved the screen around you and Joe could see better.

"That right there," she pointed to a spot on the screen with her bright red manicured finger, "is your baby."

She pressed a button, and a loud, fast whooshing sound broke out in the room. It was your baby's heartbeat. You smiled brightly, looking at the picture in awe. Tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn't believe this was all happening. You looked over at Joe, his expression the same as yours, with his beautiful blues full of unshed tears as he looked at his baby on the ultrasound monitor. Hey glanced at you, grabbing your hand and kissed it before his eyes went back to the screen. Both of you were so overwhelmed with love and all sorts of emotion as you looked at the black and white picture, and heard the loud whooshing of your baby's strong, healthy heartbeat.

"That's our baby..." he said softly in disbelief.

"Yeah, that's our baby." you smiled as a tear rolled down your cheek. Joe gripped your hand tighter, as you did to his.

Doctor Montgomery smiled, "Congratulations you two! You're about nine, almost ten weeks along Y/n. You'll be in your second trimester soon, so hopefully your morning sickness eases up for you."

"Whew," you breathed out, "I sure hope so."

She smiled softly, "It will eventually. Before I go, do you want me to print some pictures?"

You and Joe both nodded, "Yes please, we'd love that." Joe said, eagerly.

The OB chuckled, "Okay." With a click of a button, your ultrasound pictures were printed. She wiped the gel off of your belly, and you sat up, pulling your sweater down.

She handed the pictures to Joe. "Oh! Before I forget, I was actually able to see what the gender of your baby is. Do the two of you want to know that right now?"

You looked at Joe, wanting his answer. He just shook his head.

"No thank you," you smiled, "could you maybe write it down on an envelope though? My friends were talking about throwing us a gender reveal party."

She smiled sweetly, "Yes ma'am! How sweet of them."

You hummed, "I know right? I have the sweetest friends." It's very true, you do have the sweetest friends. Your OB turned around and quickly wrote something down on paper before putting it into an envelope and sealing it. She handed it to you, "There you are. And you, are good to go. Everything looks great. You and the baby are both healthy and looking wonderful."

Joe smiled, "Thank you doc."

Doctor Montgomery nodded, "It's no problem at all. I'll see you in a few weeks. Congratulations again you two!" she walked out of the room, leaving you and Joe alone. You stood up from the table and adjusted your shirt. You turned around and smiled softly as you saw Joe looking down at the ultrasound photo in his hand, his thumb running over the image of his baby.

"It's so tiny," he said softly, his voice in awe, "I can't believe this is growing inside of you right now." You chuckled softly, walking closer to him and looking at the picture with him, "Crazy isn't it?" he just nodded and continued to look at the photo in awe.

The two of you walked out of the doctors office with wide grins on both of your faces. As you made your way into his car, Joe placed one of the ultrasound pictures on his dashboard. It's safe to say the ultrasound today has made Joe 100% on board with the baby now...

"There." he smiled, "perfect."

"Isn't it cute?" you asked, reaching out your hand to trace over the baby's silhouette on the ultrasound.

"It looks just like you already, Y/n." Joe joked as he pulled out of the parking lot. You looked up at him, and shook your head. A teasing smile on your face, "Sure. I think it'll be carbon copy of you, Joseph."

"i'll hold you to it." he smirked, eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes and lips.

As Joe was driving back to your home, your phone rang. You pulled it out and looked to see who it was.

Incoming call: Sam

Your eyes widened as you answered the call. He could not find out you were in the car with Joe...

(Sam)

(You)

"Sam, hey!"

"Hey Y/n, how's it going?"

"Good, how about you?"

"Can't complain. Hey I just wanted to call and ask if you were free next Saturday. A couple of the guys and I are going out for drinks, and I figured I'd invite you."

"Yeah, I'm free. Who's all coming?"

"Me, Tee, Ja'Marr, Joe, Morgan and Logan maybe, and now you."

"Oooh, sounds fun! Where are we meeting?"

"Not sure yet, i'll call and let you know though."

"Okay! Thanks Sam."

"Yep! I'll talk to you later, bye."

"Bye, love you Sammy."

"love you too, Y/n/n. Bye."

You hung up the phone and Joe glanced over at you. "What'd Sam want?" he asked, averting his gaze back to the road.

"We have plans next Saturday with Sam and some of the other guys."

Joe nodded, "Oh, right. I came up with the idea today while we were working out this morning."

"Really?" Your furrowed your brows. Joe usually wasn't one to initiate making plans.

"Yeah, I uh, I thought that would be a good way for us to tell them about the baby." he smiled, putting his hand on your tummy again. You smiled in return, "Thanks for setting that up, Joe"

He looked at you and just nodded as a small smile tugged at his lips. You leaned back in your seat, placing your hand over Joe's. Part of you was worried about telling the guys about your accidental pregnancy, especially Sam. You didn't know how he was going to react to being told he's going to be an uncle...to his best friends baby.

But hey, he has to find out sooner or later right?

hey loves!!

how sweet was this?🥹 dad joe has me feeling all of the feels.

this was all fluff, but the next chapter is a crazy one, so be prepared! not only will sam and the other guys find out about baby burrow…but we’re going to take a look back at yours and joe’s past from OSU👀

thank you so much for your continued love and support with this series and all of my other work! it means so much to me. you’re all so kind and i love each and every one of you!🤍🤍

hope you enjoyed this chapter ;)

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