#just woke up and i was like WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Heart shaped

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

genre: fluff, roommates to lovers au

warning/s: just disgusting fluff

a/n: this is an old drabble that has been in my drafts for like half a year. i wanted to post dolly today but since i got delayed here's a little something, happy valentine's day my babies🩷

You're slowly waking up. Your eyes flutter before you finally open them and they land on the window.

It's still dark out. 3am. That's what it says on your clock.

Great. This is the third night in a row that your roommate woke you up with strange noises in the kitchen. The last two nights you tried to ignore it.

Felix isn't the type of person to do stuff like that on purpose, so you let him be. Whatever he's doing won't be long, right?

Well, here you are, proven to be wrong.

You sigh, deciding you really need to get up and check what he's doing.

"Felix?" your voice startles him and he turns from the stove abruptly. He looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I wake you up? I'm sorry!" he panics, scrambling around the kitchen and moving stuff.

But you can see what he's trying to hide. There is at least five trays of well- kind of heart shaped cookies, some of them are burnt, some were crushed into pieces, some had icing on them.

"Are you nervous baking?" you chuckle, coming closer and you can see redness forming on his freckled cheeks.

"Yeah, something like that." he nods, avoiding your eyes.

"Are you making heart shaped cookies?" you try again.

"I'm trying to make heart shaped cookies." he corrects you, finally looking up at you. "I accidentally burned the first batch. And the second one, they started falling apart. And then this third one just wasn't the right taste. And the fourth one, the icing looks weird. And-"

"Why don't you breathe?" you place your hands on his shoulders as he almost starts hyperventilating.

"Yeah, yeah, that's like important." Felix says and you chuckle at his 3am brain.

"Can you tell me why you're doing this?" you ask when you think he's calmed down a little.

"I'm..." he swallows, "I'm trying to confess to someone."

"Oh." you nod. "And you wanna bring them cookies?"

"Yeah, exactly." he says, biting on his lip nervously.

"Since I'm not sleeping anymore, I could help you?" you suggest and he chuckles.

"Now that would be ironic." he says.

"What? Why would it be ironic?" you ask.

"No, no reason." Felix smirks at your 3am brain.

"Okay, you can help me."

Both of you get to work, to make perfectly heart shaped cookies that are also delicious and don't crumble the moment you grab them.

You wonder who the recipient is, but you don't want to pry, if Felix wanted to tell you he would.

-

"Alright, let's do a taste test." you nod confidently once they're done.

The two of you grab a cookie each and count down to one before biting into it.

"Mm, these are perfect!" you exclaim, eyes wide.

"They're so good!" Felix matches your excitement.

"Hey, thanks for helping me." he adds, smiling at you fondly.

"No problem, good luck with your confession." you say.

"Thank you." Felix chuckles.

-

When you walk into the kitchen the next morning, you see something covered up on the table.

You walk over to it slowly and realize there's a little paper with your name on it.

Your brows furrow in confusion as you pick up the note and reveal what was covered up.

"Oh." you gasp when you see the cookies you worked hard on last night with Felix, all nicely rounded in a cute basket with decorative flowers.

You take a look at the note but there's nothing on it except your name.

"See, this is why I said it's ironic you're helping me." Felix's voice startles you and you turn around and look at him.

He's leaning on the fridge, arms crossed on his chest as he smirks at you.

"W-what?" you ask like you're dumbfounded because there is no way.

"They're for you. I'm confessing to you." his smirk turns into a shy smile, his demeanor changing into something softer.

"Oh."

"Is that a good 'oh'? Or a bad 'oh'?" he asks.

"It's a good 'oh'." you chuckle and Felix comes closer to you.

"I like you. I have for a while. And I was wondering if you feel the same. And if you do, maybe we can take this basket of cookies on a picnic date with us." Felix says and you chuckle at him, your heart rate picking up speed.

"I'd love to take the cookies on a picnic date."

Both of you laugh, and Felix is leaning closer into you.

"Does that mean you like me? Or you just like the cookies?" he asks, his breath hitting your cheek and making your heart flutter.

"Both." you whisper with a smile and Felix presses his lips on yours gently.

Your eyes flutter shut as you stay still for a few moments before both of you lean away sheepishly.

"You know..." you start and Felix looks at you expectantly.

"I would've said yes even if the cookies were burnt or crumbling into pieces." you say and he blushes, fidgeting with his hands.

"Good to know."

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[newtonsheffield]

Idk why but that new little scene of Anthony we got gave me this idea of where Anthony is in his office late at night with his son sleeping beside him. He has taken Neddy with him to his office because he was fussy and Anthony wanted Kate to sleep. Once Neddy settled down they stay in there while Anthony does some work until Kate comes down to find them together and just can’t believe how lucky she is to have her little family that she never allowed herself to want.

Ugh I’m obsessed with them!! can’t wait to see an official picture or scene of Kate and Anthony together being new parent to baby Edmund!!!

I think that’s part of why this is so special. Kate never allowed herself to believe that she could be cherished this way if she wasn’t useful. And now she has Anthony whom she was an active menace to for months when they first met and he really does love her unconditionally. Anthony who was so excited to become a father he wanted to stand on the roof and shout it out to people. She feels lucky as well.

She’s heard from so many other ladies that their husbands couldn’t be less interested in their children. But Anthony’s not like that.

She woke slowly one night, confused at the darkness around her. She turned to nestle back against Anthony only to find him gone. Kate sat up, blinking slowly to take in their surrounds and then she heard it.

“I was out riding one morning.”

Anthony voice was coming from the next room, the faint glow of a candle leaking in from the sitting room.

“I was not my best self then and all of a sudden, a woman flew past me on a horse.”

Kate smiled to herself as she slid out of the sheets, padding over to peer round the doorframe. Her heart ached in her chest when her eyes fell on Anthony, with their tiny son cradled against his bare chest smiling softly.

“I thought she might be in trouble so I chased after her and when I caught up to her I realised she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Can you guess who that was? That’s right it was Amma. And she did not like me one little bit at first.”

“Are you filling our son’s head with lies?”

Anthony’s rumpled head shot up in surprise but his lips softened into a smile when he saw her. “Not at all. He was fussy and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I liked you plenty then you know.” Kate smiled, “I was even excited to see you that night. Then of course-“

“I opened my mouth a ruined it.”

“Quite.” Kate settled beside him on the sofa, running her fingers gently through Edmund’s shock of dark hair. “I never thought I’d find this.”

“You’re happy, aren’t you?” She could see the worry in his eyes. “You’re glad you chose me?”

“Anthony, I couldn’t be happier. I’m more than glad I found you. I’m not sure I ever would have allowed myself to acknowledge what I wanted if you hadn’t stormed into my life.”

Anthony pressed his forehead against hers, “I feel the same way. Now let me finish telling Neddy his story.”

[queenbee298]

Hey, can you do one where Y/N has coffee that's really sweet and Doey, being curious, drinks it and gets really hyper before having a sugar crash?

Good idea 👍🏾 Thank you for request this story. Poppy Playtime x Gender Neutral Reader “Finally Free” Request #4. Enjoy the story. Btw it may take a while for me to get all of your request, but I will write them. Lots of fluff ☁️ in this story.

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Like any other day, you woke up did your daily routine and make breakfast for your family. The toys woke up and came downstairs for breakfast

Y/N: “Morning kids.”

You prepared waffles, bacon, eggs, and orange juice for your kids. And a coffee for yourself.

Doey was the last one to walk downstairs. He let out a big yawn, showing he’s big, red fang.

Y/N: “Good morning, Doey.

You placed a kiss on has forehead.

Doey: “Good morning, mama/papa.”

You prepared a plate for yourself and Doey and join the others at the kitchen table. You set your coffee near you and Doey.

Doey: “Mama/Papa, what are you drinking?”

Y/N: “ Just some coffee.”

Doey: “Can I have some?”

Y/N: “No, sir. The last time we need is for you to have a sugar rush.”

Doey pouted a little, but when back to eating. As you and your family were eating breakfast, the door knocked.

Y/N: “Oh! That must be my new camera!”

You ordered a new camera to take pictures of your new family. You left the table, and Doey stared at your mug.

Doey 💭: Now’s my chance! But mom/dad said no. Maybe a little sip won’t hurt.

Doey picked up your mug and took a sip. The coffee was sweet and had a taste of peppermint. Doey chugged your mug until it was empty.

You came back into the kitchen to show off your new camera.

Y/N: “Hey guys, check out my new camera. You want to take some pictures of you all the hang up on the walls.”

Poppy: “That sounds like fun!”

Kissy wrote on her write board: “I want to look perfect for the camera.”

Y/N: “Okay, let’s finish breakfast then we can start.”

You went back to your sit to finish your breakfast. You tried to take a sip of your coffee, but the mug was empty. The only one who could have drunk it was Doey. You didn’t say anything until Breakfast was over.

Y/N: “Kids, why don’t you go play? I need to talk to Doey for a minute.”

The toys left the kitchen, leaving you and Doey alone.

Y/N: “Didn’t I tell you not to drink the coffee?”

Doey: “…Yes.”

Y/N: “So, why did you drink it?”

Doey: “I know, I know! I’m sorry! But it was so sweet and tasty! And smelled like peppermint!”

Doey continued rambling so quickly. You knew he was beginning to have a sugar rush. You needed to get the sugar out his system or he might destroy your house.

Y/N: “Okay, Okay! Doey, it’s fine. Why don’t we play a game?”

Doey: “Like what!?”

Y/N: “Hide and seek tag. You try to hide and I’ll seek.”

Doey: “Okay! Okay, Okay! Let’s play!”

He took your arm and ran outside.

Y/N: “Okay now you go hide and I’ll seek!”

You counted to ten and went to look for Doey. As you were looking for Doey, you heard giggling behind some bushes and saw Doey hiding.

Y/N: “Tag, you’re it!”

You ran as fast as you could away from Doey, but he was too fast to the sugar in his body. You looked back to see him catching up to you really quickly. You tried to run away from him, but he was too fast and grabbed you by your sides, tickling you. You broke out into laughter.

Y/N: “Doey! Stop! I’m caught! I’m caught! Let me go! Please!”

Doey: “ Ha! You’re it! You are it! You can’t trick me! I’m too good! I’m too quick!”

You couldn’t stop laughing as Doey continued tickling you and bragging about him catching you. He stopped tickling you and picked you up in the air.

Doey: “ Let’s play some more mama/papa!”

You gave him a thumb up as you were a little tired.

For the next 2 hours, you played capture the flag, statues, scavenger hunt, and Hopscotch. Some of the mini critters and Yarnaby came out to play were you two, but they couldn’t keep up with Doey’s sugary energy.

Y/N: “Okay, Doey. It’s getting late. Let’s go inside.”

Doey: “But I’m still wanna play!”

Y/N: “Well, let’s play inside.”

You, Doey, and the others toys came inside the house and the toys, except for Doey, fell asleep on the couch. Yarnaby took up most of couch and the mini critters laid on top of him.

Doey: “What do you want to play now, mama/papa.”

Y/N: “I got the perfect game!”

Doey: “OH! What is it?”

Y/N: “Sit next to Yarnaby, close your eyes, and count to 35.”

Doey: “Okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, ….17…”

Y/N: “ This game is called nap-time.”

Doey fell asleep. Now his sugar rush crash and he was sound again.

You took your camera out and took a picture of the sleeping toys.

Y/N: “These is going in the photo album.”

😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴I hope you all enjoyed this story. If there is an artist reading this story, can you drawing the mini critters, Yarnaby, and Doey sleeping together?

See you next time! <3!

[semihearts]

Wait you think I’m pretty?

Pairing: Thanos x reader

Summary: Thanos and you are childhood friends and joined the game together, when he almost mess up during a game for being too high, he understands that you cant loose him… because you love him

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hope you like this one!! Feel free to leave opinions and suggestions <3

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When you agreed on joining some shit game Thanos was talking about all week, you could never guess that they weren’t just normal games, but actually deadly ones.

-‘’Where the fuck did you get us in Thanos? I swear I’ll kill you”. -“Senorita relax!! This first game was easy, ,we’ll make out of here alive with all that money”.

You and Thanos are friends since you can remember, and honestly you can never get used to his weird personality and he still manages to get you surprised all the time. Of course he brought with him his necklace, which is full of surprises as well, but you didn’t expect that in a place like this, his first concern was to get high as hell.

During lights out, Thanos would get in your bed and lay with you, and you knew he never slept. Maybe its the effects of the drugs, but you like to believe that he’s taking care of you - and you’re actually correct, he could never sleep knowing that there’s even crazier people then him a few steps away, who knows what they would try to do to you if he weren’t close -.

During mingle, he always made sure to grab your hand and tried to stay focused, even though he was literally seeing rainbows and unicorns - all thanks to the colored pills on his cross-. When the robotic voice said Two, he already knew who to pick. You ran first to secure a room, but once you got there… where the fuck was Thanos?

In the middle of the room, there he was. Completely still, with a confused face, and lost eyes, is he out of his mind??

-‘’Thanos!! Thanos what the hell are you doing?” You screamed his name but it seemed like he was in another world

10, 9, 8…

You ran towards him, grabbed his arm and ran, of course there was people getting in the room you secured before, as you had to leave it. Thanos was clearly off, his life was in a thin line and he had no reaction or expression. This game is about surviving, even if it means killing others, and that’s the thought you stuck to.

Using all your willpower, you managed to push those players out of the room and drag Thanos inside, locking the door.

-“Thanos!” Nothing -“Thanos!!” Nothing -“Su-bong!” His eyes were immediately on you.

Like he just woke up from a bad dream, his eyes found yours, he was awake. You never called him by his real name, which is almost dead to him, he is Thanos, that’s him now, he’s way happier being this new person.

‘’What- what just happened? Oh my God Senorita I’m literally sooo high right now-“

‘’Im tired of this, really Thanos. You could’ve died right there, all thanks to these stupid pills. But of course you never listen to me when I tell you to not use them before a game. I don’t know why out of everyone I chose to love you! You’re a complete idiot”.

“Wait did you just confess?”

“That you’re a jerk?”

“Nah fuck that, you just said that you love me girl”.

[merlucide]

HEATHER?!

Oh quite the little songbird you are! You are aways humming a tune, either one you made up yourself or whatever catchy jingle played on the radio. Kaiser loves your singing, truly it’s one of his most favorite things.He especially loves when you burst into your made-up songs out of nowhere, the spontaneity always drawing a soft, sappy smile from him (not that you’d ever see it) Though this time, it can’t help but confuse and stress him entirely.

notes: I rlly loved this prompt I cannot lie hehe >< [Requested] <- read for more context

pairings: Kaiser x GN!Reader [crack, fluff]

wc: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, slight ooc?, cheesiness (who gaf)

You were cleaning the counters with your back facing towards Kaiser, who was asleep on the leather plush couch. He was originally watching some some documentary, probably about halfway through by now. He gently woke up to the lovely sound of your singing. He hadn’t heard this song before, so he assumed you wrote it—after all you were quite creative with lyrics Kaiser remembers. The tune of course sounded heavenly from your divine voice, but rather than your sacred tone causing him to pause, it was the lyrics. 

“I still remember, 3rd of December, me in your sweater. You said it looked better on me than it did you.”

December 3rd? Kaiser paused, thinking back.  You and him ordered takeout and watched some shitty Christmas movie you insisted he HAD to watch, trying to get him into ‘The Christmas Spirit’. He didn’t remember lending you his sweater, though he could easily imagine you making that up. What he did remember was telling you just how good you looked when you wore his clothes.

“Only if you knew, how much I liked you, but I watch your eyes as she walks by”

Kaiser blinked, who?

Was this song about him? Who else could it possibly be about? Were you speaking in the third person? Kaiser’s mind was still foggy from just waking up, but confusion crept in as he tried to figure out what your song really meant. He had no interest in any other women, and when they tried to get his attention, he shot them down without a second thought—his cruelty in that department was practically legendary.

Empathy? Yeah, that wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

His gaze only falls upon you and you alone…Are you doubting that?

“Why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty..”

Now this got Kaiser up.

You’re scrubbing away at some crusted pink filling on the counter, headphones in and jamming out to your tunes. You had tried your hand at making raspberry macarons a few hours earlier, just for fun—though they hadn’t exactly turned out as expected..

Completely unaware of the man hovering behind you, you continued scrubbing the counter, blissfully focused on cleaning.

You aggressively rub against the hard surface, putting more pressure into your palms.

You turned your head slightly to the left, only to get absolutely jumpscared at the sight of Kaiser standing directly behind you.

You shriek, stumbling around and slam your hand on the edge of the counter, other hand clutching the scrub daddy tightly close to your chest.

“MICHAEL!” you screech, throwing the sponge at him in a startled fury.

“What the hell?! Dude, don’t just ominously stand behind people! Jerk!”You sneer, putting your AirPods back into their case.

Kaiser rolls his eyes and scoffs, “You knew I was there, don’t be over dramatic,” “What— ‘Over dramatic?’—Have you met yourself!?—“ “What did you mean by that,” He interrupts, eyes pointed questioning down at you.

You snort, “Oh I’ll tell you exactly what I meant, you literally are the most dramatic person I have ever—“

“Not that, what you were singing or whatever,” Kaiser interrupts, again, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he leans closer, arms crossed like he’s interrogating you. “Who are you talking about.”

“..Huh..? No one?” Your face scrunches in confusion for a split second before subtle realization hits “..Heather??” You say, more as a question.

“And who is Heather?“ Kaiser’s tone is sharp, his accent making the name sound even more accusing. His eyes narrow as he looms over you, arms crossed like you owe him a detailed explanation.

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “No- no one?? Mihya it’s a song,” You blink at him. Is he serious? You try not to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but it’s hard when Kaiser, Michael freaking Kaiser, looks genuinely invested—like he’s unraveling some grand conspiracy. 

He didn’t look convinced. “You sure?” He asks unimpressed.

Why is he even taking this so personally? you wonder, side-eyeing him as he stands there, arms crossed, waiting for an answer like a prosecutor grilling a witness. Does he not realize how ridiculous he sounds right now?

Then, it clicks.

“Wait, hold on,” You question, a snicker escapes your throat, which Kaiser raises his brow to you. “You thought—You thought I was singing about you?” you laugh in disbelief, doubling over as the realization hits you.

Kaiser stiffens, the faintest hint of red dusting his cheeks. He scoffs, looking off to the side as if the wall suddenly became the most fascinating thing in the room. “I didn’t think anything,” he mutters defensively, his arms crossing tighter over his chest.

Your laughter only grows louder, and you clutch your stomach, trying to catch your breath. “Oh my gosh, you did! You actually thought I was singing about you! That’s why you’re so worked up!”

His jaw clenches, and he glares at you with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. “I was just… verifying,” he huffs, his reaction so uncharacteristically flustered that it makes you laugh even harder.

You wonder just how far his ego can stretch. He probably thinks every sad love song is about him. Heaven forbid anyone in this world not be infatuated with Michael Kaiser. Including Conan Gray.

“Verifying?” you repeat, wiping a tear from your eye. “Mihya, you were practically interrogating me! Over a song!”

He clicks his tongue, and leans down to your level. “Well, excuse me, the way you were singing made it sound personal.” he shoots back, his voice sharp but his face still tinged with pink. “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t about me?”

You snicker, shaking your head. “Michael Kaiser, you’re so full of yourself it’s honestly impressive.“

Kaiser scoffs, his posture straightening as he adjusts his arms, trying to look unaffected. But there’s a faint, almost imperceptible shift in his expression—an acknowledgment that, maybe, you’re onto something.

You step closer, your grin only growing wider. “Awwww, Mihyaaa, did I mess with your head? Naaawww, I’m sorry—” you coo, leaning into his space dramatically, batting your eyelashes in mock sympathy.

Kaiser rolls his eyes, scoffing as he leans back against the counter, clearly unimpressed. “Pfft. You’d have to try harder than that.”

“Oh, really?” you tease, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Because it kinda looked like you were panicking over a fake love triangle just now.”

He clicks his tongue, standing upright and towering over you slightly, his smirk sharp and confident again. “Please.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s out of cards decked up his sleeve yet refuses to admit defeat. His ego would never allow it.

“Mm, maybe I should write a sad love song about you. Would that cheer you up?” you tease, a soft giggle escaping as you lean against the counter.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he retorts, though his tone lacks the usual bite.

You tilt your head, grinning now. “I looooovee you and I know you looooovee me Mihya~,” you say, sing-song, watching the way his jaw tightens ever so slightly.

“I don’t love anyone,” he fires back smoothly, but the corner of his mouth betrays him, quirking up just enough to give him away.

You snort, “Oh, it’s like a dagger to the heart, really,” you say, feigning offense as you pull away from the close distance, one hand dramatically clutching your chest. Before you can retreat further, Kaiser’s hand catches your wrist and pulls you back effortlessly, bringing you closer than before. The motion is so sudden that you nearly stumble into him, and his smirk is practically dripping with amusement.

“So, when’s that sad unrequited love song about me coming out? Hm? I’m curious to hear how it ends.” Kaiser slyly quips.

“If I’m writing a song about you, it’s going to be about how insufferable you are.”

“Looking forward to hearing it, liebe.”

You press a quick kiss onto his expecting lips, and swat at him lightly. “Now get out of my kitchen or make yourself useful.”

“You realize this is my apartment, no?” Kaiser asks.

“I’m not sure what that has to do with my kitchen.”

sorry this is all I gots for valentines >< …

Made February 14th 2025

[riovidql]

i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me — AGATHARIO

“Honey, I’m home!” Rio said as she walked through the door, getting out of her shoes and losing her coat. “God, you will not believe the day I had. I swear, one of these days it will be proven that stupidity can kill. Then I will finally have pea- Agatha…?” She stops, because Agatha is nowhere to be seen, or felt, for that matter. What the fuck?

“Uhm, Agatha? Scratchy?” She shouts. No answer. Fuck. “Fuck, did I walk into the wrong apartment again?” But then a little ball of fur comes running down the hall, stopping precisely in front of her. She kneels down. “Hey, bunny. Where’s your mama?” She, funny enough, scratches behind Scratchy’s ear as she picks him up. He looks like he knows, but won’t tell. Well, of course he won’t tell me where she is, he can’t talk.

“Okay… Scavenger hunt it is then. And you,” she looks directly into his eyes. “Are coming with me. Agatha won’t murder, burn, bite or whatever she’s… We’re… Uhm. She behaves when you’re around! You’re my shield, is what I’m saying. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Agathaaa! Where the fuck are you?”

She looked everywhere. Even under the rugs. A woman could never be too safe. And honestly, it’s Agatha. And Rio could, obviously, try her phone. But one thing about Agatha Harkness is she absolutely, completely, despises phones. And technology over all; (some will say it’s because she doesn’t know how to use it, she will deny profusely, she just is above it).

Rio was tired. She had a long ass day at work, and she needed sleep, and no one could argue she did not look for her wife, Señor Scratchy was witness. Though that rabbit always chose her wife’s side anyway. Useless, traitor bunny. But she did send her a text, though.

As she laid down on the couch, with the little pet comfortably under her chin and the low, background noise of the TV, she dozed off. She wouldn’t know what time that actually happened or how long she was napping for… People were taking longer to get to the fucking point, traffic was ass, the elevator was broken so she had to take the stairs, and this nosy neighbor stopped her for unsolicited advice, boring gossip. And she still had to go look for Agatha. If you asked Rio, she would say that day had approximately 87 hours. And counting.

And as if it couldn’t get worse, she woke up from her sleep with a killer headache. National Fuck Rio Vidal Day, fuck me. ‘Did Agatha at least get home?’ was her second thought, but as she was regaining her consciousness and taking in her surroundings, the smell caught her senses. “What the fuck?” It smelled like…? Chicken? And bechamel sauce? And was that Agatha moving a spoon on a pan? Wait. Was Agatha cooking? Just for how long, exactly, had she been out for and did she or did she not mistakenly alternate realities? “What the fuck.” She says a little more loud this time, making Agatha look over her shoulder with a smirk.

“I thought you were dead.”

“And then you decided to cook? Aren’t you just the most romantic thing in the world.” Rio scoffs.

“Unfortunately, I was wrong.”

“Charmer.” Then Rio remembers. “Where the fuck were you? And why didn’t you call, or text? Or left a fucking note stuck on Scratchy?”

“Out.”

“Out? That’s all you have to say after disappearing for hours and making me turn and toss and destroy this apartment looking for you?” Rio crosses her arms, mildly annoyed by her wife’s nonchalant responses.

“It didn’t look like you were turning and tossing and destroying this apartment when I got here.” Agatha was smiling big now and oh, Rio fucking despised her. Fuck Agatha, was what she was going to do later.

“Fine!” She rolls her eyes, lying down on the couch again. “Just be quiet. Someone decided it was a good idea to play drums inside my head.” And just like that, she dozed off again.

When she rose, it was to a glass of water and two ibuprofens placed on the coffee table in front of her, which she gratefully took. Maybe she didn’t really despise Agatha. Or maybe the water was poisoned. Either way, she looked around and she saw that her wife was on a stool leaning over their countertop, her back facing Rio as her body looked like it was focused. Was Agatha writing hate letters to Jen, again? Standing quietly, she made her way to her wife, not wanting to startle her. Fine, she didn’t want to make Agatha aware she was snooping around her business.

That was when she saw it. Agatha was drawing. Drawing plants, elaborate ones. The pages on display had four different kind of greens, each one with their own description and functionality, all painted and shadowed, except for the one she was just starting to work on. Rio was actually, maybe for the first time in her life, stunned. Well, except for when Agatha climbed on top of her in bed and-

What was even weirder was that Agatha was so focused on her task that she didn’t even notice Rio lurking behind her. Or that Rio was actually shedding real, big ass tears. Cry baby. “What is that?” She finally spoke, which she wished she didn’t ‘cause now there was a hand coming to slap her and Rio was caught off guard and there was no way she could react fast enough to dodge a very loud, and painful, slap on her face. “Are you fucking crazy?” She shouted after a few moments.

“If you didn’t stand there like a freak for God knows how long and scared the shit out of me, all of this could’ve been avoided.” Agatha continued to draw.

“And somehow it’s my fault.” Rio wasn’t finding the situation cute anymore.

“Yeah, it is. Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Oh, fuck off.” She continued lurking. “What are you doing.”

Agatha actually blushed. “What I was doing was dinner, but somebody decided to sleep. Again.”

“Quit stalling, Agatha. What is this?”

“I’ve found a hobby.” She said simply.

“You’ve found a hobby? And it has something to do with plants? The very same thing you tease me about every single day and call me a nerd for?”

“Just wanted to know what the hype was all about. So I’ve been taking a few classes, going to some lectures, you know how it is.” Rio has no idea how it is.

“About plants?” She deadpans.

“Obviously.”

“Right.”

Agatha turns to look at Rio and says, “Dinner is ready.”

Rio is speechless, dumbfounded, stunned (again), blabla. What the fuck was wrong with her wife? Maybe she shouldn’t have got up today.

“Wait a minute.” She grabs Agatha’s arm as she stands. “You? Made dinner? And it smelled good? And we’re still alive?” Rio wasn’t so sure about the last part.

“Sue me for wanting to make something nice for my wife?”

Huh. “Am I missing something here?”

“God, Rio. You’re so annoying. I fucking made you dinner ‘cause class ran late and traffic was awful and I got here after you and felt bad. And your ass was sleeping so infuriatingly cutely with Scratchy, and you looked so tired. I am taking botany classes and going to approximately a million lectures a week about plants because you do so much for me and I just wanted to show you that I care too. Was that what you wanted to hear?” Agatha made her best to look annoyed, but Rio knew her and could see just the tiniest spark of insecurity in her eyes. She pretended she didn’t see. Or she would be feet deep buried.

“My love.” Rio said weakly. God, she loved, hated, her wife. Agatha eyes softened at the two words.

“Can I go back to my drawing now?” Leave it to Agatha to run from any type of emotional moment. Even after years married. This bitch.

“Ah yes, and you’re gonna tell me all about those classes of yours. How long have you been keeping this from me? And what is up with that draw game. I did not know you had it in you.”

“I have very skilled hands, I think you of all people would know that.” Agatha winked at her. Show off.

“Debatable.” Then Rio started running for her life. This time she had a good reaction time.

HEY! i just love these witches so much it really got me back to writing after YEARS. if anyone see this, i hope u enjoy it :)

[pastlivesxpastlie]

Get Below Me vol 4 🥀

you aren’t ready and that’s ok

simp!roommate!vessel x virgin!fem!reader

Head’s up: oral sex (m receiving), hand job, hurt/comfort, discussions of trust issues + lack of confidence + fear of intimacy, Vessel is the best boy, fluff

A/N: one of the reasons it’s taken me awhile to write a virgin!reader fic is because it made me reflect on my own first time. This one’s inspired by true events and how I wish it had went. We’re healing you, babygirl dead-name. You deserved better.

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You woke up curled into a little ball, your back against Vesssl’s. It took you a few bleary blinks to realize you weren’t in your room, but still his. Last night immediately replayed in your mind.

The way he leaned back to watch you suck his cock. His murmurs about what a quick learner you are…how perfect you are. It made you feel incredible. And he felt incredible, too. He was a perfect gentleman and didn’t push your head down or try to force himself deeper. He let you play. Let you learn just from doing. When you pulled off to catch your breath at one point, his head was thrown back as his chest heaved. Moaning your name. Telling you how good you made him feel. Your hand worked him a bit harder just because you were so high on the experience…and that was the first time you made someone cum. Well. Not just anyone in the grand scheme of things. Your perfect boyfriend. Wait…was he…actually your boyfriend? The realization hits you hard, leaving you feel cold. You sit back on your knees and feel that ugly familiar insecurity creep in.

“Ves…?”

“Yeah babe? Are you…” he lifts your chin softly, noticing your tears… “hey what’s wrong?”

“Did that mean anything to you?” You hate to ask. Why the fuck do you have to ask? Why can’t you just have fun?

Vessel’s face falls, looking like he could cry himself. He drops to his knees on the floor and holds you. Holds you tighter than anyone ever has. He doesn’t need to answer. You already know. But that doesn’t stop your tears. Vessel rubs your back and gently kisses your shoulder. “You…not what you do for me…means everything to me.”

You didn’t lose your virginity that night. It seemed wrong considering your state even though your spirits lifted quickly and you felt like yourself. Vessel didn’t want to push it. As he always had, he wanted to protect you and provide for you. He asked you if you wanted to get off another way but you said “no.” The mood was gone. And again, that was ok. As you drifted to sleep, Ves whispered close to your ear, “we have all the time in the world, if you’ll have me.”

Over time, your trust issues tested your relationship with Vessel, ever changing as it was, but it worked out. Every time. He was patient. Adoring. Willing to meet in the middle or change a behavior. And finally, one morning, it all fell into place.

[lithi]

I thought… this was the side story announcement….

Just like for the Japanese 8th volume of WMMAP, Spoon has illustrated a new cover for the 10th volume!

I’m just hoping the image will be clearer this time around bc Bookwalker had a very bad image resolution for the 8th volume 💀

“What a shame that you’ll end up like this.”

“You think I’ll let you have your way?”

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[ratatatastic]

there is something so special about self fulfilling prophecies

[mariska]

me waking up on a day where i have a dr's/medical appointment of any kind and remembering that i do indeed have a medical appointment i have to go to

[little-shiny-sharpies]

Wishing a fun and spooky halloween to you and the dragons 😈🖤

Thank you very much!!! ‘Twas the funnest and spookiest hallow’s end ever enjoyed! 🕸️👻🖤🎃🖤👻🎃🕸️(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Audio from my favorite TikTok ever

[harrylights]

ok i just need to write down these whack 1d dreams i’ve had the last couple days

[mishkakagehishka]

Me when i dream of lil Mika but it's another nightmare

[jonny-b-meowborn]

Dude I had a Mechanisms dream again and I'm going quite insane and also I am upset at my body for waking up at a very bad moment for no reason at all much earlier than I'm supposed to get up.

Basically I was at my cousin's, she lives in a very big city. It's summer, so there's a lot of festivals and shows and all that, both huge expensive ones and small in random locations. There was some sort of small unknown artist festival in some theatre or pub or whatever that was going to last a few days. Unfortunately I couldn't afford it even though it was fairly cheap, but they had an artist I wanted to check out on the first day. So since I couldn't buy a ticket, I decided to sit by the building where it took place and listen through the walls and windows, and in the end I had a pretty good time.

The next day, I'm thinking if I wanna do the same thing even though I didn't know any of the other artists, when it turned out that the Mechanisms are gonna play there, a decision made last minute because of some planning issue, there was an empty slot between other bands or something? But in that dream it wasn't the actual pirates, but it wasn't just straight up their actors either, something kind of in-between, they weren't their fictional characters but they weren't exactly real people, I'm not sure what was the deal with that. Like, it wasn't the real man Jonny Sims, it was still Jonny D'Ville, but if Jonny D'Ville was just a regular guy. Either way, the mechanisms died a few years ago and this wasn't supposed to be a huge reunion, more like old friends playing a couple of their songs together. So of course I wanted to go see them, but I still had no money, so I decided to do the same trick as before and sat near the door to the venue a little while before they were supposed to begin. In the end I managed to somehow sneak in unnoticed, and the place was pretty empty, no one really cared for this festival. So of course, since there weren't that many people and no one noticed that I entered without a ticket, I sat in the first row. Eventually the mechs entered the stage, which was just a designated area of the floor in the main room on the same level as the audience. Not every mech was there, there was a bunch of people I didn't know at all, because not every original band member was able to come. They didn't have their costumes either, instead wore casual daily clothes. It seemed like the decision to play there was really last minute. There was Jonny, Brian, Tim, and I think Marius. I was, obviously, extremely excited to see them, even if the whole band couldn't be there. They weren't going to play a whole album, just a couple random songs from across their discography. I remember that when they started playing due to some dream bullshit my sister was suddenly in the audience with me? They started with Old King Cole, and it was great. I don't remember the next song, but it was one of the ttbt ones.

And then, almost everyone left the stage except for one person I didn't know that was supposed to play a few very rare unreleased mech songs, and in the meantime the rest of the band just hung out in the venue. So because it was a dream and some dreams are pretty much just fanfics that your brain unconsciously writes, Tim and Brain sat next to us. And like I said, they all were something weirdly between the immortal space pirate character and the real person. Like, they were all still fictional characters, but they weren't these specific characters? Kind of like if they were actually immortal guys with silly names and their silly personalities, but the space pirate part was made up. Anyway, these two sat next to us, and I tried extremely hard not to fangirl all over the place. We all were watching the short solo performance, and at some point my chair turned into like an office chair on wheels or something, idk dream logic. Gunpowder Tim was sitting slightly behind me, and I wanted to casually roll back to kinda have him in my field of vision while he's there, for fangirl reasons. But I accidentally rolled my chair across his foot and I panicked, I just hurt the guy I was a fan of, he's surely gonna leave because of that and he'll hate me. I started apologizing, but he was just like, chill literally nothing happened my toes arent made of glass it's not a big deal. I still felt horrible though so I kept saying I'm sorry and if there's anything I can do as an apology. My sister was just kinda laughing at me for embarrassing myself, Brian didn't have any big reactions, he was more focused on the performance. Tim eventually laughed that as an official apology I could write a letter to his character. He said that half jokingly but I got excited at the opportunity to, as I put it then, write a lil bit of fan fiction on request of the og creator, so I agreed. He was like, cool, then write it right now. It kinda seemed like he wanted to like, embarrass me further but not in a mean way, more in a playful friendly way. So I produced a piece of paper and a pen out of nowhere and started writing something with the paper on my lap, hurrying before the main performance resumes and they all go back on the stage. While I was working on that Tim moved his chair closer and I shit you not he leaned his head on my shoulder and watched my writing. I was, of course, internally screaming and exploding. Like he was fully leaning on me while I was writing a silly letter to the character he played. It felt like he was very aware of how much I was fangirling in my mind and making me flustered amused him.

Aaaand that's when I woke up. I have no idea why, it was 5:40 in the morning, I'm supposed to get up in like two hours, there wasn't any noise that woke me up or anything, but in the last couple days I've been waking up weird early. Just sucks that it happened while I was having a very silly nice dream lmao

[train-inthedistance]

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