#okay goodnight enjoy 💖💖

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah how are you? Please please puuhhlease can we hear how Eddie talks to one night stand readers belly over the phone!🫠😭😭😭💕

Hiii babes!! I’m good how are you?? I just took an exam and thank goodness I passed so I’m in a super good mood! So I hope you enjoy this, it’s a nice mixture of sweetness with a dash of their usual bickering😂💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie just wants to make sure his daughter knows he loves her while you’re just trying to go to bed*

“Is it on speaker?” “Yes Edward it’s on speaker.” “You think she can hear me?” “I don’t know..why does it matter now? You’ve been doing this for a while now so…just say what you want to say so I can go to bed.” “Ignore her baby girl….that’s just your mom in her usual cheerful mood.” “Don’t talk to her about me like that….it’s rude.” “As if you don’t tell her how annoying I am?” “I don’t…she can hear it for herself…now please Eddie just get on with it? My back hurts and I’m sleepy.” “Fine fine…are your ears covered?” “Yes…” “then how did you hear me ask the question? Come on you know how I feel about you listening to me when I talk to her…” “putting it off speaker phone so you’ll just be talking to the belly is that better?” “Yes…that’s perfect….hey sweetheart uhm…it’s me your dad…do you know my voice yet? I hope so…uh well sorry that you have to listen to me and your mom…talk…loudly…we uhm are still getting used to this whole going to parents thing…and just getting used to each other so there’s that…but uhm yeah…I love you…maybe let your mom sleep tonight? It’ll be better for the both of us…goodnight princess…” “say everything you needed to say?” “Yeah…thanks…so you said your back hurts?” “Yeah I’m pretty sure it’s how I’ve been sleeping…I just can’t get comfortable.” “Uhm…do you need anything? Like that pillow thing that pregnant people sleep with?” “A pregnancy pillow? I was looking at getting one…just haven’t gotten around to it yet.” “I can…get you one? Do you need it now? Or can you wait till tomorrow?” “You don’t have to do that.” “I know…now tomorrow good or do you need it now?” “Uhm tomorrow is…fine.” “Okay we can go get one after work tomorrow…wanna make sure it’s one you like because god knows I’d pick the wrong color or something and you’d never use it.” “That’s true…well uh goodnight then…I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Goodnight…uhm sweet dreams.” “Don’t be weird.” “Yeah sorry…goodnight.”

[mandiemegatron]

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Trafalgar Law x Y/N ficlet

Fluff, general care, hella smooching, slightly toasty 👀, hand massage, Law being a softie✨️💖

A/N: Something I thought up after seeing @kittycatzuka post here, it gave me the feels and this is what my brain thought up.

I hope you all enjoy! ✨️💖

Also, I just spent like an hour beta-ing it so if you see any mistakes, no you don't. 😎 okay love you my lil tangerines! ✨️💖

Header by @baka-tsuki / @baka-tsuki-2 💖

It was supposed to be a quiet night for the captain. All the man wanted to do was finish his paperwork, read some Sora and pass out into a restless sleep.

Since Y/N showed up, it never seemed to work out the way Law wanted. Every night, she'd knock on his office door to say goodnight, no matter the amount of times he tried to tell her she didn't have to, that she could just simply go to bed and he'd see her in the morning for breakfast. It never deterred her, her smiling face always popping in through the cracked door with a small wave.

This night was different.

Law glanced over at the clock on his desk, frowning to himself as he realized you were late, not showing up around the time you usually did. He then paused, curiously irritated at realizing the fact that he was worried, immediately thinking the worst had happened you.

He let his pen drop to the desk as his other hand ran through his hair, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. God, he was exhausted.

There was a soft thunk as ceramic hit his desk, his eyes snapping open to see you placing a fresh cup of tea right above his incomplete paperwork.

"Y/N-ya."

You cracked a tired smile of your own before hiding a yawn behind your now free hand, lifting your mug in a silent cheers to him as you sat in the chair opposite his desk.

"Saw your light was on, thought maybe you could use a little something," your voice was soft as you spoke, unable to hide how tired you were from his prying eyes.

"While I appreciate it, you should be in bed already. We have a big day tomorrow," he replied, gently picking up the hot mug with a sigh through his nose. Yeah, he definitely needed this.

"So should you, dear Captain."

He huffed gently, staring you down before taking a long sip.

"I'm not done my job for the day."

You cracked a grin at the sight of him complaining, his distaste for the job showing itself very clearly.

"I can give you a hand, if that'll help?"

He hummed in disagreement into the mug, taking another sip before replying,

"You'd only make it take longer."

While there was teasing in his tone, you couldn't hide the way your grin slowly slid from your lips, your eyes glancing down at the mug in your hands. He kicked himself as a pain clutched around his chest, hating that he made you look that way.

"... I appreciate the offer, Y/N, thank you. Your company helps more than enough."

Your eyes flickered back to his at his words, your cheeks tinting pink as you murmured,

"... glad to help."

It was only for a moment but it felt like ages, the way his eyes bored into yours. It was like you were a puzzle he was trying to slove and couldn't, his frustration showing in his gaze. Your heart jumped into your throat, your mind screaming at him to just kiss you, to say something, to tell you everything you wanted him to say-

The moment broke as he went back to his scribbling, one hand around his mug while the other scratched away. You made yourself more comfortable in the large chair, your eyes wandering his face, not knowing he could feel your very hungry gaze on him.

Pride washed over him, his ego flaring as a smirk ticked up his lips. He did have a feeling you liked him, but this moment here proved to him that he was right.

"See something you like, Y/N?"

There was a heavy silence as your eyes widened, unsure of how to respond so you remained quiet, simply watching him for any signs of a joking manner.

You were incredibly confused when you could only sense a serious air around him.

It took a moment to gather courage but you did finally respond, looking down at your mug for a moment before glancing back to him as you commented lightly,

"Surely it's obvious that I do."

The air was so thick it could have been sliced with a butterknife. You both stared at each other for what felt like ages before you looked away first, unable to handle the heat of his gaze on you like this.

"... good to know."

His response caused you to grin, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you bit back a happy sound, not wanting to feed his already giant ego. A more comfortable silence covered you both as he went back to his work, now motivated to finish it quicker than before.

You'd drank your entire tea by the time he finally finished. You'd been slouched lazily in the chair, glancing around his office with mildly bored eyes, having already taken everything in to the point you could name off each book and it's order on the shelf. He yawned loudly, rubbing his face with both hands before standing, placing his completed work off to the side before coming around his desk to stand by you, leaning on it for support.

"You should get some rest," you started, giving a yawn of your own and going to move before you noticed him massaging his hand. You looked up at him, his exhausted expression filling your chest with a ache you didn't enjoy.

You had to do something.

Placing the empty mug beside him, you then reached out and gently took his writing hand into your own warm palms, you began massaging his own, your thumbs pressing down to the point where he grunted softly.

"Yeah, I know it sucks but this is what happens when you don't take proper breaks," you murmured, focusing on doing your best not to look up at him, your cheeks burning so hot that you began to worry you gave yourself a fever.

A particularly illicit groan left your Captain when you pressed at one point, your eyes finally flicking up at him for just a moment and you couldn't help but smile at seeing his relaxed expression. His eyes were shut, his chest rising and falling as he took slow, deep breaths.

Your heart clenched - you wished he looked like this more, so quiet and tender -

Your thoughts stopped as you looked back to his hand, your thumbs working down to his wrist and forearm, not noticing him leaning closer to you to give you better reach.

It took only a few minutes, letting his arm gently drop to his side as you held your hands palm up out for his other one.

"Other hand, please!"

He was silent the entire time, lifting his hand to you as you did the same thing, starting at his palm before going to his long fingers, showing them love and stretching them before moving down to his wrist and forearm.

You were so focused that you didn't noticed his free hand coming catch your chin, his long fingers lifting your face gently. Your eyes met and your stomach churned, knowing your face was still bright red as he looked over your face. Your fingers had stopped, clamped gently around his forearm.

You couldn't place the look he was giving you, trying to convince yourself that he was not giving you bedroom eyes - the man was exhausted, for fucks sake! But you couldn't help how your body warmed at his touch, wanting so desperately to lean into his touch.

The sudden fear of rejection hit you like a ton of bricks. You must have made a face because his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, almost as if trying to comfort you.

"You look worried," he breathed out, his breath so warm and so close that it danced across your face. Your eyes were locked in an intense gaze, his dark and craving; yours wide and needy in your own right. Warmth pooled in your lower region as his eyes looked down at your lips for a moment, the air suddenly heavy once again as his gaze met yours again.

"I... I am worried," you finally whispered, eyes never leaving his. He moved closer again, so slowly that it felt like he was teasing you.

"Why?"

Not a question, a demand.

"... because I'm scared that you'll kiss me and I'll get attached."

A slow, wicked grin came over his features when you finally spoke.

"As if you're not already attached."

His words felt like a punch to your gut, causing you to gasp out softly before his lips consumed yours, both your eyes falling shut as he took what he wanted. It wasn't a soft kiss, but it wasn't demanding either. It held just enough emotion that you felt the anxiety of earlier wash off you like a wave, your shoulders unconsciously dropping though your hands remained on his arm.

When he finally pulled away, you were a mess. Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears, it felt like vertigo. Your eyes slowly reopened, confusion and hope written across your face like an open book as you stared at him. You were nearly breathless as you somehow got out,

"Um... Wow."

Law blinked a few times before he broke down, laughing so loud and hysterically that he pulled away from you, leaning over with his hands on his knees. You sat there blinking, feeling even more confused, wondering what the hell was going on. His laughter echoed in the room, and probably the entire sub but clearly he was gone, absolutely fucked up.

Just straight up bonkers.

When he finally calmed, one hand came up to wipe away the laughter tears as he leaned back up, a wide smile on his face as he took a moment to collect himself.

He finally looked down at you, your own almost nervous smile etched into your face as you waited for him to explain himself.

"You, Y/N-ya, are something else, you know? How you've flipped my life upside down."

The amount of sincerity in his voice immediately made you begin to tear up, you're heart leaping from your chest into your throat and stopping you from responding. You simply gave your own genuine smile in return, one hand quickly wiping away the few tears that slipped out.

A heavy hand landed on the top of your head, long fingers rustling your hair as Law gave another chuckle. Your smile remained as your swiped at his hand, his own grin turning cheeky as he lightly slapped your hand away.

There was a pause between you two, with him running a tired hand through his hair as you rubbed at your face, biting back a yawn. As he took in your exhausted form, he knew it was time for you both to hit the hay.

"You crazy brat. Go to bed," he started, moving his hands to grasp your own and pulling you out of the chair. He turned you and walked you to the door just a few feet away, opening it but holding you to him, his hands on your shoulders. You noted they were shaking slightly through hazy thoughts as his warm chest hit your back.

"I'll see you at breakfast. Save me a seat?"

His breath brushed over your ear, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps. He didn't give you enough time to respond, giving you a quick shove out the door before closing it behind you.

You stared at the wall of the Tang, blinking a few times before your mouth finally started working again.

"What the actual fuck just happened?"

A/N: HEHEHEE we love a sly, flirty Law 🙈🙈🙈🙈 I'm gunna smooch him so hard, idk abt you guys 😂😂🥵🥵🙈🙈 I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did !

Smooch smooch, be good my lil tangerines! 🍊💋

[melody-everbelle]

I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Wally Darling x Reader)

Title: I Won’t Say I’m In Love

Pairing: Wally Darling x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 593

Featured character(s): Julie Joyful, Sally Starlet, and Poppy Partridge

Warning(s): Denial, persuasion, and fluff :3

Summary: You try to convince yourself that falling in love with Wally is a bad idea. However, your neighbors think the opposite. 😉

Author's Note: Another Wally Darling fanfic! 🎉

I based this fanfic off of the aforementioned scene from Disney’s Hercules, so I hope you enjoy musical fanfics 🥰

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You were out on a date with Wally Darling. During the event, Wally picked out your favorite flower and handed it to you. Before the date was over, he kissed your cheek and wished you goodnight.

As the night went on, you sat alone in the garden, admiring the flower that Wally gave you. Moments of you and him together crossed your mind, causing your heart to slightly flutter, and your cheeks to glow pink.

"Oh, Y/N," you said to yourself. "To think you have feelings for him."

After looking around to make sure that no one was around, you began to sing out loud.

(Y/N) If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that No puppet's worth the aggravation That's ancient history, been there, done that

To your surprise, your friends, Julie Joyful, Sally Starlet, and Poppy Partridge tagged along. You tossed the flower away, only for Julie to catch it.

(Julie, Sally, and Poppy) Who d'you think you're kidding? He's the earth and heaven to you Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you Girl/boy/hon, you can't conceal it We know how you're feeling Who you're thinking of

Julie walked over to return the flower to you, but you rejected it to her dismay.

(Y/N) No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no

(Julie, Sally, and Poppy) You swoon, you sigh, why deny it? Oh oh

(Y/N) It's too... cliche I won't say I'm in love

You walked away from the trio to give yourself a break. As you continued touring around the garden, you couldn't help but mentally visualize romantic scenarios.

(Y/N) I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming "Get a grip girl/boy/hon" Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

Julie, Sally, and Poppy followed along.

(Julie, Sally, and Poppy) You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby we're not buying Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling Face it like a grown-up When you gonna own up that you got, got, got it bad?

Eventually, you walked around an area of the garden where there were statues of the residents of the Neighborhood.

(Y/N) No chance no way I won't say it, no no

You accidentally bumped into a statue of Wally, causing you to grin and blush.

(Julie, Sally, and Poppy) Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love

Embarrassed, you recoiled from the statue.

(Y/N) This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love

(Julie, Sally, and Poppy) You're doing flips, read our lips: you're in love!

(Y/N) You're way off base, I won't say it

(Julie, Sally, and Poppy) She/he/they won't say it, no

You eventually returned to the spot where Wally kissed your cheek.

(Y/N) Get off my case, I won't say it

Altogether, Julie, Sally, and Poppy place the flower next to you.

(Julie, Sally, and Poppy) Girl/boy/hon, don't be proud, it's okay you're in love

Recognizing the flower, you brought it close to your face. You finally realized that your love for Wally was valid.

(Y/N) Ooh, at least out loud, I won't say I'm in love

While singing the last word, you leaned back towards a large, gnarled tree and fell asleep shortly after.

(Julie, Sally, and Poppy) Shoo-loo, shoo-loo, shoo-loo sha-la-la-la-la-la, ahh 💖

[madwomansapologist]

Hiiii 💛💛💛 here's an idea, Mary's Song by taylor swift (an underrated masterpiece!) + your favorite member of the Fellowship of the ring (LOTR) 💖💖💖

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

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synopsis: Elrond wanted you to remain in Rivendell, but you needed to represent the Vale Elves in the Fellowship of the Ring. And you needed to make sure Aragorn was okay.

warnings: DO IT FOR FRODO. Boromir lives

note: just the best song from debut. let's be honest, it was wrote about Aragorn and Arwen. thank you for your request, you're a big inspiration for me :)

Boromir tried to light the fire, but Pippin and Merry insisted for him to teach them more about combat. Boromir complained and continued to work on the fire, but you could see his smile at the constant requests. In your opinion, the only being capable of being truly irritated with the two hobbits is Gandalf.

Frodo sat beside you at the beginning of the cave and imitated you, observing the trail. You both could see Aragorn's back, who was taking advantage of the moonlight in search of fresh meat. "How did you both meet?" Frodo asked, now glaring at you.

"It's a long story." You always found intriguing how his eyes seen to contain sparks.

Frodo opened his mouth, but you already knew what he would say. "We have time for that."

"We do, mister Frodo." You looked for Aragorn, just to make sure he was safe and sound, and turned your body towards the hobbit. Gimli was out there with him, they will be fine. "I was seven. He was nine."

Elrond welcomed him into the Valley with open arms. Men were few among the Elves, but Aragorn was never a strange presence. He was just a kid who needed a home. And there is no shortage of houses in the Valley.

You remember the house in the backyard tree. Sometimes you want to get back. Not only to that house, but to that time. You remember how you both would scream at one another, enraged by the pranks that the other made. Aragorn always said he'd beat you up, and he was bigger than you. He never did. Never.

It was easier. Life was easier. You remember the stars shining, how the sky was somehow bigger than it's now. That moment when the world was a valley wide. When Sauron, power rings and a war were just bedtime tales.

You told Frodo about how you dared him to kiss you and you were ten. Ashamed, you ran when Aragorn tried. That night you slept well.

Just two kids. Aragorn and you.

Suddenly you wasn't just a little girl and Aragorn weren't a little boy anymore. When you're sixteen, something changed. Elrond jokes with other elves stopped being just jokes.

It was about the time you both started fighting. Slamming of doors instead of hugging goodnight. You remember all the times you both fight and you ran to your room, just to find out on the next morning that he stayed outside waiting for you.

"A few years had gone and come around", you told Frodo. "We were sitting at our favorite spot in Rivendell. Right in front of the river. And Aragorn looked at me, got down on one knee."

"And what did you say?" Pippin asked. Now everyone was paying attention. "Don't stop at the best part!"

"I've said I do." You proudly stated, showing the silver ring on your hand. Gandalf smiled to himself, remembering you walking down the aisle.

"It was beautiful", said Legolas. "You were beautiful."

For today, that was the end of your story. But you know that one day it will take longer to tell it. Because one you'll talk about rocking your baby on that very front porch Aragorn asked you to be his.

You'll be eighty-seven, Aragorn will be eighty-nine. You'll still look at him like the stars that shine, telling that story for your child's child. It would be a great song. Yes, it would.

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[sturnioloshacker]

im gonna go watch a movie!!! if daddy texts you tell him i said goodnight!!! love you mama!! goodnight!!

-💤

okay sweetheart, enjoy the movie! goodnight from me and daddy, we love you so much 💖

[le-velo-pour-dru]

How was the concert?? Tell me everything!

OH MY GOSH OKAY OKAY OKAY SO. IT WAS AMAZING :D ❤️

So before the concert started and everyone was waiting in line, I got to meet the AMAZING @mayathexpsychic and @acaesic in-person!! :D 💖 It was amazing, they're both such sweet and cool individuals, and I had so much fun chatting and hanging out with them before the show. It definitely made the wait a lot easier and a lot more fun!! ^^ 💖

When we finally got into the venue, after some waiting, we got to see the opening act, Sego!! I didn't really know what to expect, cause I hadn't heard of them, but oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They were AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤩❤️ They were so good!! 😁❤️ I'm definitely gonna have to look into their music, I enjoyed their set a lot ^^ 🫶

After that. oh my god. The wait for Dallon to come out was EXCRUCIATINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG IT FELT LIKE IT TOOK FOREVER XD I never knew what to expect when one of the songs that was playing faded out, or when someone walked onto the stage only to be one of the people helping to set up. IT WAS LIKE TORTURE, I NEVER KNEW WHEN HE WOULD COME OUT AND IT FELT LIKE SUCH A LONG TIME X'D 💔

BUT WHEN HE FINALLY CAME OUT. OMG. HE COMMANDED THAT STAGE. THE SHEER POWER AND CONFIDENCE HE EXUDED WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AS HE CONTROLLED OUR CHEERS WITH HIS HANDS. Also. HE LOOKED SO AMAZING???????????????????? HIS HAIR WAS SO PRETTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AND HE LOOKED AMAZING IN THAT SUIT. NOT TO MENTION THAT. HE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE 🫢💘 LIKE. HE IS STUNNINGLY PRETTY. HE'S SO GORGEOUS FHXGVKFHXCGJHCXJCGFXJHCGGJXCCJVJCJCJCVC ☺️💘 AND WHEN HE TOOK OFF HIS SUIT JACKET AND STARTED ROLLING UP THE SLEEVES OF HIS SHIRT OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY 🤭💞 The moment that he first walked onstage to the first few songs are kind of a blur to me, cause I was. ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MIND XD I WAS GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL CAUSE THE REAL DALLON JAMES WEEKES WAS RIGHT. THERE. OH MY GOD XD ❤️ So yeah I don't really remember them cause I was losing my MIND over him during them 🤭💖

As for how the concert worked, things have kinda changed!! For one, Dallon did a lot less bass playing and a lot more moving around the stage as he sang. Mad IQs used to be special cause he ditched the bass and was just a lead singer for a while, but he did that for maybe half the songs of the concert!! And I'm not complaining at all, Dallon is very fun to watch as he moves around onstage, he has a lot of fun with it and is just very full of energy and charisma!! It's a welcome change in my opinion :) 💖 As for the backing musicians, things have changed too!! Anthony is still his touring guitarist, but there's a new musician too who. I wasn't sure if he was playing guitar or bass or both, but his name was Isaac Paul. There's also a new drummer too, whose name is Ronnie Strauss! Dallon didn't really talk about Ryan during the concert, which I think was a tasteful decision on his part, BUT. HE DID MENTION HIM ONCE 🤭 As he was introducing the musicians, he said, "Turns out you can afford more people when you aren't being stolen from." WHICH WAS SO ICONIC. OMG. IF YOU'RE GONNA BRING HIM UP, WHAT A WAY TO DO IT X3 ❤️ IT WAS SO FUNNY HFXJGCHXFXCGJXFCJGJGXGJCVXVJJGXGJCGJCVJCGJC 🤭

And can I just say, I love Dallon's charisma onstage!! He would talk in between songs, and every time, he was just so charming and personable, it was a lot of fun!! :) ❤️ He's so good at connecting with the crowd, I loved hearing everything he had to say ^^ ❤️ A couple of highlights include:

He asked us if we all had good Christmases, and when we cheered, he said, "Well, that's neat!" in the GOOFUEST voice. It was so silly X3 ❤️

Before Kiss Goodnight, he talked about having fallen in love with Breezy years ago and still being in love with her to this day, and he shared that they did, in fact, kiss goodnight that night. It was really sweet 😊💖

He said that that night, we were all his date, and he was our date (if we're into that sort of thing), which. MADE ME BLUSH AND GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET A LITTLE HEHEHEHE ☺️🩷 I WISH I COULD BE HIS DATE XFHGJJFXJGCXVJJCVVCJJCVCBJ 🤭💖

Before Choke, he gave a whole heartfelt speech about how much it meant to him that people came to see the show, and how amazing it is that the one thing unifying a room full of strangers is the music that they enjoy, and he finished it with, "Now, if you don't mind, choke yourself to sleep". IT WAS SO FUNNY FHXGJCHJCGXFJGJCXCJGJCCGJBC, HE'S SO AWESOME 🤭❤️

Anyway, moving onto something else: I don't tend to sing along with the songs during a concert, I prefer to just listen to how they're being performed. So while I didn't sing along with most of the songs, I had a lot of fun participating during the parts where he wanted the crowd to sing, like Social Climb and A Letter!! But the absolute peak crowd participation moment HAD to be Visitation of the Ghost!! 🤩💖 From where I was standing, it was pretty hard to see him during the crowd walk... BUT STILL!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT TO EXPERIENCE A CROWD WALK LIVE OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG 🤭💖 That song overall is just. absolutely amazing to see live, it was a incredible experience and one of the best parts of the night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤩❤️

AND. OK. I REFUSE TO SAY MUCH ABOUT DOWNSIDE, BUT. I LOVED IT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH 😁💖 I couldn't really understand what he was saying, but the vibes of the song were sooooooooooooooooo fun and I can't wait to finally hear it on the album!! 😄🩷 Speaking of which, he said a different Gloom Division song will be coming out in two weeks, and I can't wait to find out which one it is!! Maybe it'll be Kiss and Tell, he used that phrase during the concert, so. maybe that was a hint :o ❤️ That's just a guess though, idk what to expect X3

Anyway. It was an absolutely incredible experience!! :3 💖 Dallon is an absolutely phenomenal performer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😄🫶❤️ He's an incredible musician, he has a beautiful voice, and he has so much amazing energy and charisma up on that stage 😁🩷 It was incredible seeing one of my favorite musicians perform live right in front of me, I had so much fun, and I'm so grateful I got the opportunity to go see him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤩💖 I had such an amazing time and I can't wait to see him again in April!! ^^ ❤️🫶

[warpfive]

5 - forehead kisses with picard? 💖

jean-luc picard x reader

CW: gn!reader, small mentions of injuries

for a man as private and subtle and gentle and loving as jean-luc, forehead kisses are right up his alley. forehead kisses are his bread and butter. he’s perfected the forehead kiss. it’s a good way for him to show such intimate physical affection without crossing any boundaries that might make him uncomfortable.

the first time he did it was a little bittersweet. after having a very nice but very chaste dinner date, jean-luc was called away and the night was cut short. he apologized, you’d assured him it was okay, that there would be other nights. he smiled softly but he could see the disappointment on your face - it was a look he struggled to keep from his own expression. so when jean-luc leaned over and tenderly pressed his lips against your forehead, it conveyed more than just a kiss goodnight. it was an apology, a promise, and maybe even a bit of selfishness.

kisses became more frequent after that. playful kisses on your hand, tired kisses against his cheek, passionate kisses between heavy breathes. but the forehead kisses remained a special thing - something few and far between to be used when jean-luc has so many things to say but for once, words aren’t sufficient.

it’s a very delicate process for him. a pattern you noticed the more he did it. his hands are warm and gentle when they cradle your cheeks. the lines around his eyes crinkling just slightly when he offers a soft smile. a delicate press of his lips - not too much pressure, or too little. his breath wafts over your hair when jean-luc pulls away, like a sigh that says he’d rather not pull away at all.

forehead kisses are also much more acceptable for him to do in public, at least in jean-luc’s eyes. publicizing the relationship was hard enough without some kind of expectation of PDA, but forehead kisses do allow him to find a middle ground. chaste enough to be done in front of others (though, it’s almost always just the senior staff), but intimate enough to show he cares when he’s in Captain Mode.

he’s comfortable giving, but receiving a forehead kiss is still something that can throw jean-luc off-guard. he is a bit touch-starved, and while regular kisses are something he’s familiar with, the same can’t be said for the extra stuff. he won’t admit how much he really enjoys when you kiss him so tenderly, with no expectation of something in return. but it did make him look at forehead kisses differently. how and when and where he gives them is carefully considered, like all aspects of jean-luc’s life.

i imagine forehead kisses communicate more for jean-luc than any other kind of kiss. it’s neither lust nor playful and that suits him perfectly. a greater example couldn’t be found than the day the enterprise finally located you and your away team after having been lost for days on some miserable, desolate rock in a nowhere solar system. he found you in sickbay, on a bed, weak and dirty and bleeding from a wound on your arm but alive and jean-luc remembered how to breathe again. the forehead kiss he gave you, after brushing back your dirty, messy hair, said much more than he could ever voice - especially in front of the nurse who witnessed it.

and that’s really the basis for jean-luc’s forehead kisses: he’s not great with the lovey dovey stuff, even with all the novels and poetry he reads. but actions have always spoken louder than words for him.

[toxicanonymity]

FAQ

Brothel HCs by @scratchietella 💖

toxic note bc I know someone will ask lol: after vampire!Joel dragged his coffin to slasher's camper, he couldn't fit it inside, so he has it under the camper's pop-out sunshade thing. some of the guys feel bad for him. raider and night walks (perhaps the buffest joels) help him move it onto the screened-in porch 🥹. vampire loves the porch, loved the camper too.

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1.2k, my fave parts in pink 💕

scratchietella said:

the joel!big brother house thingy u do for fun. imagine just plopping a reader in the middle of that. like she just randomly wakes up in the living room one day and she’s a nondescript reader (like she’s not from any of their specific universes or maybe she’s the same reader that’s in all of them, she’s just Reader™️)

debating between what their reactions would be, especially if reader does lean towards more of a reserved/polite/shy/quieter side naturally. stepdad probably makes her a very elaborate, filling breakfast, wants her to sit at the breakfast bar with him and make himself her favourite and endear her to him with his mad cooking skills (especially cus he’s in the dog house).  raider joel .. hmm.. reader can be a possessive little thing in all universes, so he knows if he gives her special attention she’ll likely begin to want it more and more and enjoy it. he doesn’t really know how to go about it in a non-apocalypse situation - he just knows that he doesn’t want any other joel even looking at her, ironically.

maybe night walks Joel is that one annoying little shit that puts the flirt on full whack. he’s popping up everywhere, liking that he flusters her, even when another Joel (maybe speakeasy/exhibitionist Joel) tells him to back off/tone it down, just to then pipe up himself with a little smile and a comment

vampire Joel <33 sits there with his big baby cow eyes, probably doesn’t say too much. maybe because he seems so regular, reader gravitates towards him more. Lincoln!joel was so sure she’d gravitate toward him, maybe even let herself lounge and snuggle on his lap cus she enjoys that type of thing, like a baby kitten, when one of em proposes a household film night with blankets and snacks, needless to say they all have diff degrees of colourful reactions when reader sits next to the arm of the sofa and vamp joel and even falls asleep cuddled into his side, face between his skin and soft shirt.

time for bed is the worst. so many of em say she can share their bed, either with them in it or with them at the other end of the room on the decently sized ottoman (honestly for some it’s probably the fact that she’d choose them over the others and they’d get to see her all cuddled in his bed like a sleepy little cat, shy thing, probably have to wear their shirt too).

can see this type of reader being a bit more overwhelmed at this scenario tho, like not wanting to offend anyone but wanting to be polite all the same. probably due to being safe when she napped cuddled into vamp Joel, she wants to say that she can go sleep in his bed with him tonight if that’s okay!! however.

if raider joel managed to wrangle her into his bed, he’d do his usual ‘im gonna spoon you so tight I’ll feel like a big safe weighted blanket (totally not for any other reasons at all)’ thing.

if speakeasy joel got her, he’d probably give her the illusion of choice about him getting in with her, but he’d manage to do it. probably simply just say like “kiss” before they sleep, as a Goodnight kiss, trying his luck. his exhibitionist tendencies have been dampened down for the time being, but if another Joel pops his head in to say Goodnight, he’d definitely make a big thing out of being close to reader, maybe throwing her leg over himself

if vamp Joel DID get her, maybe he’d be all “you wanted me? 🥹🥹” like he’d be a bit touched. he’d be the type to scout around to find a particularly soft blanket for you, a TEDDY <33 too, he’d try force himself to sleep elsewhere, but he’d want to protect you from any other Joel interference, so he’d stay at the other end of the room. If reader sat next to him and slept during movie time, maybe reader could momentarily overcome her shyness/embarrassment enough to really quietly ask him to please get in bed please

throughout any situation and more, Lincoln joel would be plotting. get her to like him more than any others. maybe he does a few sneak attacks; he doesn’t get her in his room to sleep?? alright then. he’s poking his head around the doorframe making sure to have a ‘conflicted but soft’ look on his face, bringing reader a nice hot chocolate to drink before she goes to sleep, sits on the edge of the bed facing her while she drinks it, kisses her hair before he leaves. maybe does that thing (bad description) where he has a hand stroking her hair, head tilted down looking into her eyes all soft and he says something slightly manipulative before leaving. stepdad Joel would maybe do a similar thing, but he’d try and subtly get you to switch rooms at last minute, or maybe he’d ‘accidentally’ wake you in the middle of the night with some lame excuse, trying to get you to switch over rooms to his instead (god forbid it’s a Joel who has his arms around you, even worse if it’s a character like raider joel, who would be off the scales pissed, it’d probably cause a big divide in the household)

also, i can see a couple of Joel’s (in their own specific ways) also offer help with bathtime prior to bedtime?? like raider joel would bring it up like it’s expected and non negotiable in a way (could see a lot of his tendencies transferring over into a Harder!But!Still!Soft!Just!Strict! Dom), and readers all blushy n panicked cus what does he mean he wants to run me a bath and wash my body with this scent and brush my wet hair and dress me in pajamas after??????. lincoln joel/stepdad could bring it up as an option to ‘help relax and soothe’ before bedtime, cus they all know she’s a bit nervy and quiet and uncomfy in a way, and they’d wanna light a cute candle and lather her in a sweet shower gel etcetc, except Lincoln joel would try and edge it a bit more into getting in as well.

stepdad Joel is trying to make a very very good impression tonight, offering to put readers post-bath-wet hair into two braids when she sits cross cross apple sauce infront of the sofa so it doesn’t go wild when she’s asleep

god forbid reader does any actions they could see as extremely endearing, like rubbing her eyes, or clutching a teddy one of em gave her to try get in her good graces.

(This sounds kinda like I’m trying to make a little!reader or something like that, to clarify, im not! It’s just little things that I personally find comforting for myself, and in the current state, i feel like many Joel’s would be over compensating and trying very hard, overboard almost, especially for a reader with a more reserved personality. Also, if I missed any types of Joel out I didn’t mean to lol, this was all off the top of my head <33)

[maidragoste]

hello friend!! i hope your day has been well!!

please tell me what this show has become? im struggling to find the plot and its hurting my brain. like im squinting and i still cant see it. its making me feeling blinder than aemond one eye. the show needs new writers in the room because if i can say i enjoy reading the fanfics more than the show and that the fanfics make more sense then ... like if writers on platforms like tumblr, ao3, wattpad, etc can write well enough plots that make sense, then why cant the people who are in the room do the same?? like im so lost and never been more confused and angry about a show in my entire life.

thank you for your excellent writing and keeping we the people sane in a world of insanity!! and in case its not morning, have a good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.

Hi bestie

It was a pretty disappointing ending and like most of the season so it's normal that you're confused and angry. I feel the same way, I don't understand why the writers decide to write the characters so badly 😡😭

I agree that there are fanfics better than canon. Fanfic writers are our salvation

Thanks for writing me anon and I'm happy that you enjoy my writing 💖. I hope we keep talking even though the season is over 🤗

I hope you're okay 🥰💖💖

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Aww, what a cute au concept! 💖 ✨

U got it! 👍

Enjoy! <3

Caring Caregivers

As they were sound asleep in their bed, Camila and Philip were abruptly awakened by three small voices crying out for them.

Rushing out of their room, the two guardians burst into another one.

When Camila turns on the light, she and Philip see Little Luz, Little Vee, and Little Hunter all crying in their beds (Luz and Vee share a bed), with Hunter hiding under his covers.

Philip takes a seat beside the blonde, while Camilla rushes over to the girls.

“My babies,” she softly began, sitting on their bedside. She beckons them both for hugs. Their cries were quieted once they cuddled with their mother. “What happened?”

“Me and Vee had a nightmare, Mom,” Luz whimpers.

“Yeah,” Vee agrees with a hiccup. “There was a big scary sludge monster. He had scary glowy eyes and-and scary skeleton teeth. He took you to his dark scary cave away from us, and we never saw you again.”

“Oh, girls,” A sympathetic coo came from Camila. “It was just a dream. No big scary sludge monster is going to take me away from you.”

“They’re not?” Luz softly inquired with a sniffle.

Camila shakes her head and flashes a determined smile as she holds her fists out in front of her. “Nope. And if he ever did, I would pa-pow!” She proceeds to make a few punching motions. “Right in his ugly face!”

The girls giggle at this, feeling a lot better by the fact that their mama would be okay.

She was so brave and strong.

“Hunter, what’s wrong?” Philip tried his best to comfort the small boy, putting a parental arm around him. “Everything’s all right now.”

Hunter’s sobs come to a slow stop as he pulls his covers down, a timid look in his eyes. “I-I had a really bad dream,” he admits, pulling his red cardinal plushie close.

“A goopy antler monster. He chased me into the woods. Flapjack tried to protect me, but he… he…” He sniffles. “He died. The monster killed him.”

Philip was a bit puzzled by this story. “Your… bird doll?” he questions, referring to his plush.

“He was a real bird in my dreams,” Hunter somberly explains with a sigh, looking down. “I should have fought that monster, but I was too scared. I’m such a baby. I wish I were brave…”

“Now, Hunter,” Philip said in a soft, soothing voice. “Being scared doesn’t make you a baby. I was scared when I heard you, Luz, and Vee screaming. But did I hide under the covers?”

“No,” Hunter replies with another sniffle. “You ran in to check up on us very brave-like.”

“You see, bravery doesn’t mean you’re not scared. Bravery is doing what you’re afraid to do,” Philip explains, softly patting Hunter’s head. “If you can just face your fears, then I know you can find the courage to beat them.”

The brunette’s speech ends with a sincere smile and a hair ruffle as Hunter smiles back at him.

He hopes to someday be brave like Philip.

…

The lights in the room were now off as Philip stood at the bedroom doorway.

“Goodnight,” He whispers as Little Luz and Little Vee were sound asleep. As he begins to close the door, Philip catches the sound of a soft whimper. He looks to see Hunter, who has the largest set of sad puppy dog eyes imaginable.

Philip decides to creak the door open for him so he’s not in complete darkness as the two share a smile.

Hunter instantly falls asleep.

Turning to leave, Philip’s lips are met with a surprise peck.

“Hey,” Camila starts with a sweet smile, “I heard what you said to Hunter in there about being brave. I know he’s technically not yours, but you do a good job at taking care of him.”

“As do you,” Philip compliments her back, a bit of blush appearing on his cheeks.

After a light giggle, Camila takes Philip’s hand, happily leading him back to their room.

[artificialqueens]

Goodnight, Bitch 💖 (Bianca Del Rio x Reader) - Jinkx-Monswoon

Summary: Whether you like it or not, you're going to bed, and Bianca will make sure of that.

A/N: hiii i hope u guys enjoy my fluffy lil bianca x reader!! there's simply not enough of it on the internet and in my opinion that requires immediate action!!! >:O /lh

"For the love of God, Y/N—"

"Bianca, c'monnn! I just need this all-nighter, okay?"

"No, what you need is some fucking sleep," Bianca says, lowering the lid of your laptop. Stubborn as you are, you keep your hands on the keyboard, preventing her from closing it.

Bianca folds her arms and stares you down in your chair. You can see the words 'Really, bitch?' written all over her face. Not willing to concede, you stare right back.

"Look at yourself," says Bianca. "It's half past 2 in the goddamn morning, and I come home from a show to see you hunched over your computer with more spreadsheets open on Excel than tabs of porn on an incognito mode session."

She's not wrong, but you're not going to admit that.

Keep reading on AO3

[harrywavycurly]

Ok but I’m going to need Harry calling Niall to tell him about his date/first kiss with miss Southern girlie 👀

Hiii lovey!!! Oh for sureeee we need the deets on how Niall thinks the date went 😂 I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: Harry figures he might as well talk to someone on his walk home so of course that someone is going to be Niall✨

“Decided you needed to see my face during these early morning chats huh?…why you grinning like that mate? You’re freaking me out.” “It’s not even midnight Niall so it’s not early morning and…well I’m walking home from my date-” “oh fuck that’s right your date!….well going on your grin I’d say it went well? Unless you decided to just go full obsessive and kidnapped her and she’s actually in your basement or something?” “You’re truly a disturbed person…yes it went well you twat…she even let me kiss her goodnight.” “Did you ask first? Like a proper gentleman and all that?” “Yes…and honestly I thought she was walking up to her door but she was just trying to be the same height as me so I wouldn’t strain my neck.” “She sounds too good for you mate…honestly what’ve you done to trick her into agreeing to date your lanky ass?” “I haven’t tricked her you into anything you ass.” “Whatever…so what did you end up bringing her instead of flowers?” “I uhm made her…a mix cd…she liked it a lot and was very surprised I went through the effort to do that for her.” “A mix cd? Jesus H that’s like…proper boyfriend shit…what even songs did you put on it? Don’t tell me you just loaded it up with yourself…” “I mean it has the band on there…and yes you annoying little hobbit I’m on there but so are just some random artists I think she’d like.” “Okay so you made her a cd…then what did you do?” “I took her to dinner at a nice little Italian spot and then we went to this new wine bar that just opened and…after we just walked around downtown.” “You two and your bloody walks I swear…always fucking walking.” “We enjoy a good stroll okay? Just because you have wonky knees doesn’t mean the rest of us do…” “oh piss off you know you like taking walks with her because she lets you hold her hand.” “Oh…she let me touch the top of her thigh at the wine bar.” “What?” “Yeah she was sitting next to me in the booth and I reached over and placed my hand there to…test the waters ya know?” “Yeah…and?” “She didn’t slap it away….she even put her hand on top of it…” “I’d say that with the kiss goodnight is some serious progress…I’m happy for you Harry.” “Thanks….I really…really…like her.” “I know ya do…when do I get to meet her? Only seems fitting that she meets your absolute bestfriend on the entire planet now that you’ve got the first date out the way.” “Oh she’s meeting Jeff next week…he invited us to lunch.” “Oh fuck right off Harry you know damn well I’m above Jeffery on the friends hierarchy okay? Who is it you call about her every fucking time you have an update? Me…not him…me so get your head outta your ass and set up a time for me to meet her you wanker.” “You can’t have that kind of potty mouth around her Niall.” “I know how to behave myself around new people don’t worry.” “Oh I’m worried…you worry me.” “Yeah? Same goes for you… but at least I know the difference between salt and sugar.” “Why do you say such rude things to me when I’m on such a high?” “Sorry…but really I want to meet her…and I’m happy for you man…you deserve this.” “I’ll see when she’s free and get back to you…thanks Niall that means a lot.” “Now I gotta go…but keep me posted on how things are going…and please for the love of god Harry stop calling or FaceTiming me late at night you’re starting to fuck with my sleep schedule.” “I’ll keep you posted…sorry it’s just I like to call you while it’s all fresh in my brain that’s all…but I’ll do my best…now go get some sleep you look bloody awful.” “Love you too ya wank.”

[dalechevy32004]

Goodnight all!😊😴

At the end of the day what really matters is that your loved ones are okay, you did your best and you are thankful.💝

May your sleep be filled with sweet dreams! 🌙😊💖

Enjoy the rest of your evening!🥰😘 xoxo — feeling blessed.

[discodeviant]

HARRINGROVE FLIP REVERSE IT DAY 4: Long Distance Relationship SFW NSFW | Mature | 1.9k

Did someone say phone sex? I hope so. I did, so here you go ;) Steve being a needy baby because I was in the mood. Always in the mood lowkey. Anyway, enjoy! 😚💖

Read on AO3 Made for @harringrove-flip-reverse-it!

“I miss you.”

Telephone feedback had haunted him all week. In and out between too-infrequent ringing, Steve sat by the phone and waited for Billy’s calls from home. England’s winter was no match for his voice that soothed like a coddling flame, around Steve’s head and into his heart to rattle him back to life. Otherwise he sat in cars or at desks, parents right next to him and oblivious to the fact that he didn’t care about bringing the business overseas. All he cared about was home, his love, his life that Billy had become over the months since they met.

“I miss you too.” It made Steve want to cry, being away from him, hearing him all tired from his evening workout. It made Steve fall into worrying that he’d return to someone else in his house and Billy’s arms. All the heartache before they said they liked each other, for nothing when Billy found someone better who didn’t have to run off to Europe last minute because of his name. It made Steve press Billy’s sweater and blankets and pillow deep into his chest as a reminder of the promises they made. The ring that hung from a chain on his neck—well, that was something deeper.

“How you holding up in that big house all by yourself?”

“It’s terrible,” Billy said, but Steve knew he was teasing and laughed anyway. “I’ve been switching between bedrooms every night.”

“You have not!”

Billy laughed. “No, I haven’t, but maybe I should.”

“Wait for me, at least,” Steve said, and the static hummed for a moment.

“How ‘bout you? Tired of room service yet?”

Steve scoffed. “No. That’s one good thing, I guess. Dad keeps having them send coffee to my room. That shit’s gooood.”

“Better than mine?”

“Is that a trick question?”

They laughed some more, and it was almost as if Billy was there with him, the way warmth resonated through the phone line and over his body. Billy’s things helped Steve surround himself in the essence of comfort as they lay together, but Steve still wished he could kiss his love goodnight.

That was what he dreamed of, wrapped up in Billy—feeling, smelling, tasting the remnants before the hotel bedding took over. That was what he thought of with his head in the pillow, soft wool against his cheek and flannel curled around his legs. Billy’s arms around him in a wishful daze, protective like he always was when Steve had trouble sleeping, which had been every night for a long while before they got together. Nightmares didn’t stand a chance against him either.

While Steve was alone, they threatened to return. Window rattling startled him without Billy’s breath on his neck, and footsteps just outside the door made his heart chase the safety of Billy’s hands in his hair. Fingers circling over his shoulders and down his back, under an arm where Billy rubbed his side and hummed until he fell asleep too. Some nights, those strong hands lingered even lower, to Steve’s belly and down his thigh. Please? Steve would ask; and Billy, I got you, don’t worry, you’re okay.

In England, Steve picked up the phone after a restless hour and a half of prodding at his briefs with no desire to help himself. It wasn’t the same. It was too quiet.

“Hello?”

“Billy?”

The voice softened immediately. “Hey, baby, what’s going on?”

“I miss you,” Steve said for the second time that night, groggier than before and shamelessly in need.

Billy chuckled. “I miss you too, Stevie. You’ll be home soon.”

“I wanna be home now.” He huffed and turned over in Billy’s blanket, pressed his face into Billy’s pillow.

“I know, baby. I want you home too. One more week, yeah? Then your parents’ll be fucked off somewhere else, and you get me all to yourself again.”

“Yeah…”

There was some rustling on the other end. Clattering of silverware or glass or something; Billy should have made his evening tea, should have been settling on the couch with Steve between his legs.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“Going upstairs so I can help you sleep.”

Steve laughed—“Asshole”—because Billy didn’t even have to ask to know why Steve was calling again. When the phone clicked, Steve saw the image of him putting the phone back on the receiver, shuffling up to the bedroom, settling in and picking the other phone up to lay down with.

“Alright, where were we?”

“I called you an asshole.”

“Rude, by the way.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Sheets ruffling, a huff and a grunt, all muddied by feedback and overseas landlines. “You can touch yourself, Stevie,” Billy said, because he knew Steve was waiting for him to say go.

So Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath, doing his best to ignore the hard phone pressing into his head. He lay on his side, Billy’s pillow behind him, blanket still over him, sweater sleeves following the hand he ran along his own torso. Slow and light, that was how Billy did it, but their hands were different. Their strengths were different. It was all different, but Billy’s voice remained clear even through the phone.

“That’s it… just relax, baby, I’m right here.”

And Steve tried. He picked up his knee and rode that hand down his thigh, under the cup of his bulge where he pressed just where Billy would. One finger along to the front, just passing the outline of his tip, and then he put his leg back down to tangle it in with the blanket, with Billy’s leg.

“Press up nice and close to me,” he said. “There you go.” Steve crooned at the low, sleepy droll of Billy’s instruction and the kisses pressed to his shoulder through the phone. “Mmm… feel me on your neck. I’m right here.”

“Billy…”

“Hm?”

“Can you kiss me?”

“What kind of question is that, Steve? Of course I’ll kiss you. C’mere.”

Billy’s hand coming up to hold Steve’s face, fingers on his jaw, a palm to his ear. The breath from Billy’s nose blowing hot under his own, lips so close, so, so fucking far. Steve groaned into his palm and dug his nose in hard, unashamed of needing so badly when he’d been deprived for so long. “More,” he said even when Billy didn’t stop, earning him a low, breathy laugh that made him shudder. “Fuck. God dammit—“

“What’s the matter now?”

“I want you here.”

“Shh, shh, I’m here, baby, I’m here. Come on, it’s okay. Push against me, I push against you. That’s my hand under your waistband. My hand feeling you up and down. My hand on your chest. My hand on your cock.”

Steve moaned and pulled down his briefs.

“There you go, Stevie, that’s it. Just me. My hand tugging you nice and slow…” More kisses to his neck, and he was tingling all over. “I’ll fuck you real good into the bed, just like that.”

Out of breath already, Steve asked, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“I wanna—fuck you too.”

“Only if you let me suck you off first.”

Steve whispered, said, “Shit,” and breathed hard, slowly stroking up and down just like Billy would—rolling his palm, nibbling Steve’s ear, saying all the sweet and sinful things that made sleep easier to fall into. “Wait, hold on.” He reached over to the nightstand where a mini spritz bottle of Billy’s cologne sat for him to refresh the pillow with. “Okay, okay…”

“You okay?”

“Mhm… you smell good…”

“I bet you smell better.”

“No, I smell like stupid, European hotel.”

“Still smell like my Stevie if I get close enough.”

By then, the hand around his cock was unrelenting. His hips writhed into the hotel pillow, Billy’s thigh shoving up against him, Billy’s other hand riding up his chest. “Fuck, say that again, please.” His eyes were clenched shut.

“Which part, hm?” Billy asked, but Steve only whined. “I don’t know if I can get any closer, baby, I’m practically inside you already.”

“Billy.”

“Oh, you mean the part where you’re my Stevie?” Such a goddamn tease.

“Mhm.”

“That’s right, you love knowing you’re all mine, don’t you? I know you do.” Steve’s heart was all but deflating, he needed this so badly. “Breathe, baby. Nice and easy. Close those pretty eyes, lay your head back. Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Okay…”

So Billy guided him through their sacred little routine. Whispers and reassurances, promises that they were still together even when they weren’t. “So sweet when you moan for me like that. My hand feel good?”

“Yeah.”

“How good?”

“S-so good, fuck…”

There was a world between them where Billy left kisses all down his neck, nipped at him just lightly enough that it was soothing. His voice buzzed through Steve’s skin, bringing him back to his own bed, his Billy consuming every part of him there was. Billy’s hands were so much better than his, knew Steve’s dick better than he ever could. The way he rubbed his thumb along the head, paused his pulling to feel along the base and tell Steve that, fuck, he was so perfect even when he doubted it.

“Faster, baby, before you get too sleepy,” Billy said, and Steve didn’t have to be told twice. He jerked his arm with growing haste, trying to recall the expertise that turned his body inside out and swallowed his energy ounce-for-ounce. “There you go.” It was harder to keep the phone to his ear when his head shoved so hard into the pillow, furiously breathing in as much of Billy as he could. Sweat rolled down his forehead already, pricked under his arms and all over his back, Billy’s skin just as clammy against his. More kisses through the phone, and he could hardly move.

Steve panted, and Billy cooed—hushed him, promised anything he wanted at home. But he had a big day tomorrow, “so be a good boy, and I’ll clean up your mess.”

“Billy!”

He shuddered and shook, squeaked the bed and almost knocked the phone off entirely, sensitive to the touch but keeping the grip that burned like fire—just like Billy would. Only he didn’t have Billy to clean up his mess, not now, not really, so he let it seep into the sheets. Hot, sticky, just damp enough to be annoying, but his eyes rolled up, and his mouth lolled open, and Billy held him tight. Steve clutched hard to their sweater, their sheets with his toes, their pillow with his teeth. It was bitter, not savory like Billy’s mouth would be, but it would have to do.

“That’s it, Stevie, lean into me. You okay?”

“Yeah… yeah,” he said, catching his breath in between. “I’m hot, hold on.” Billy said something that he didn’t quite hear as he sat up to pull off their sweater and cool down, still keeping it right by his head. “Don’t hang up.” The room was going black-and-white already, fuzzy and dark with Billy’s hands running through his sweaty hair.

“I know, I wasn’t gonna. I’m right here, I promise.”

“Mm… I love you,” he said, safe in Billy’s arms again.

“I love you.” A kiss to the side of his head turned him around for one on his lips, mouth and nose pressed into his palm again because it was better than no kiss at all.

“God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard next week.”

Billy laughed. “I’ll hold you to that.”

And, back in Hawkins, he kept the phone on Steve’s side of the bed as they drifted off together.

[the-widow-sisters]

"You came back" with Monica and carol pls

A/N: My gosh, I love these two 🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗 Thank you so, so much for this request! It was really interesting to write something for Monica again 🥰 It's been too long 😂💞

I hope y'all enjoy this one! 💖💖💖

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Word Count: 1.3k+

Warning: Mentions of Tobacco Use

   “Hey? You awake?” Carol whispered, cracking Monica’s bedroom door open just barely.

   Monica had been sick the past week, and even though she seemed to be doing a little better, Carol had still been worried sick about her favorite little girl. Maria had been, too, but she had been trying to be strong both for Monica and for Carol. While Carol appreciated that sentiment from her best friend, she wanted to be there for her, too, a little and ease the burden.

   So when Carol said goodnight to her little family that night and had started to leave for her own place, she had decided that she would sneak back into Monica and Maria’s house to give Monica a little something to cheer her up during this time of weakness. She had stopped by the convenience store on the way home and she had picked up all of Monica’s favorite sweets.

   And while she knew Maria would absolutely kill her if she found out about this, Carol’s weak heart could not stand the thought of poor, sweet little Monica all sick and with no smiles on her typically so joyous face.

   So she was here. She had snuck back into the house and she had realized that both of her people were in bed. So she figured that she would not disturb Maria and she would go straight to her kid. She just hoped the girl was awake.

   However, sure enough, Monica was awake.

   “You came back!” Monica cried, sounding terribly nasally, and Carol got her answer as to whether her little partner in crime was awake. She grinned as she more fully came in, holding her bag of goodies as she headed into the bedroom.

   “Hold on, let me turn on the lights. Close your eyes,” Carol instructed softly, trying to keep her voice down. She flicked the light on carefully, and she could not help the way her chest squeezed fondly at the sight of Monica adorably covering her eyes with her hands.

   “You can open them now,” Carol assured her, and Monica let her hands fall away quickly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Carol despite how tired and unwell that she looked.

   “You came back,” Monica repeated, and Carol just huffed as she pushed her door shut with her foot softly. She offered her a warm glance.

   “Well, of course I did! Why wouldn’t I come back for my number one lieutenant?” Carol questioned, trying to keep her voice down as she glanced back in the direction of the door cautiously.

   Once she was assured that Maria had not been disturbed, she then grinned easily, plopping down on Monica’s small bed with her. The bed bounced Monica a bit with Carol’s impact, and she giggled thickly, sounding on the verge of coughing.

   “You’re my ride or die, Little Missy,” Carol announced gently, and Monica just smiled widely. The girl did not entirely know what she meant, but she was going with it nevertheless.

   “Ride or die!” she agreed, and Carol smiled proudly.

   “Partner in crime,” Carol asserted, and Monica nodded, having a bit of a better idea about what that meant.

   “Yeah!”

   “That’s my girl,” Carol fondly declared, offering her a wink as she squeezed her shoulder softly.

   Monica leaned into Carol’s side and she nestled close. Carol knew that the kid was tired from being sick, and she was quick to wrap her arm around her as she kept her encircled in her embrace warmly.

   “Where’s your mama?” Carol risked questioning.

   “She went to bed,” Monica told her, and Carol nodded slowly. She had suspected that the woman had likely tried to put Monica to bed and had likely went to bed herself.

   “Okay… Let’s try to be quiet so we don’t wake her up, okay?” Carol told her, and Monica nodded her head. There was exhaustion in her movements, but there was also a certain excitement in them as well. Carol being there after she was supposed to leave was exciting but they also now had a secret, which was even more enthralling.

   “So I’ve got you some goodies, and you can have one, but you’ve got to run and brush your teeth again really fast after, okay?” Carol told her, and Monica immediately was focused solely on the bag as Carol brought it up onto the bed with the both of them.

   Carol’s heart swelled as she noted how Monica’s sweet little face lit up. It was the first sign of true excitement she had seen from the kid all week since she had gotten sick, and Carol could not help but feel an immense pride that she had been able to bring this joy to her. Even if Maria was going to absolutely have her head when she found out that she had come and brought sweets to Monica past her bedtime when she was supposed to be in the bed asleep.

   “Alright… So I got some Sugar Daddies,” Carol pulled the candies out of the bag. Monica’s eyes went wide, looking completely in love.

   “I got some Rolos,” Carol offered as she took them out, and Monica looked extremely interested in those. Carol could not help but chuckle.

   She knew Monica loved those, but she also knew that what she had next would likely be the candy that Monica fell for in the end.

   “And some Pixy Stix,” Carol withdrew some of those, and Monica seemed as if she was really tempted to eat some of those. Carol knew that would likely be her weak point. She was a Pixy Stix kind of girl.

   “So which do you want?” Carol questioned, knowing already what Monica would go for.

   “Pixy Stix!” Monica instantly voted, and Carol huffed amusedly, pleased with herself for knowing her niece so well.

   “I thought you might,” Carol chuckled warmly, reaching in her pocket and withdrawing her pocketknife as she carefully sliced the top of the stick off. She handed it to Monica before opening a Pixy Stix for herself.

   Monica started eating hers, and Carol went along with her, the both of them enjoying the candy.

   Carol looked over at her, unable to help a small laugh as she noted the goofy white stick hanging out of Monica’s mouth where she was nestled against her. Monica looked tired as could be, and Carol knew that the girl was fading fast. She took a mental note to keep an eye on her and make sure she did not fall asleep while eating the powdery candy.

   “Guess what I am,” Monica spoke up, enjoying her candy. Carol was not about to squelch her attempt at trying to keep up conversation. After all, it kept the kid from falling asleep while eating.

   “What?” Carol asked, looking down at her, and Monica smiled sleepily as she held the straw in her fingers the best she could. Carol raised her eyebrows.

   “I’m you when you’re smoking your secrets!” Monica declared happily, and Carol instantly was somewhere between laughing at how adorable it was that Monica called cigarettes secrets and knowing she needed to clarify that this was not something Monica needed to emulate.

   Carol had the occasional cigarette, but it was not something she had wanted Monica to know. Or Maria for that matter.

   “Oh, yeah?” Carol somewhat weakly replied.

   “And guess what I am?” a voice spoke up from behind them, and Monica looked up quickly. Carol winced just a little, turning slowly to look behind her.

   There was Maria, in all of her less than happy glory.

   “A loving friend and mom who’s willing to let this go?” Carol tried, and Monica smiled, completely disregarding the fact that her mother was as unhappy with the situation as she was.

   “Look, Mama, Auntie Carol got me candy! She even got Pixy Stix!” Monica declared proudly, and Maria instantly looked to Carol expectantly.

   Carol laughed somewhat nervously, shrugging a bit.

   “Hey, you only live once, right?” Carol chuckled nervously, and Maria narrowed her eyes, completely unimpressed.

   “And your life is about to be cut amazingly short,” Maria answered. Carol sighed deeply, downing the remainder of her Pixy Stix. Maria then placed her hands on her hips, furrowing her brow as she kept her attentions centered on Carol.

   “And what’s this about smoking secrets?”

   Carol almost choked on her candy.

[casuallivi]

Livi, queen, writer, and mutual✨

Could you please sometime share a wee snippet(s) of the next chapter(s) of The Midnight Kiss when you can? I truly didn’t think I’d love an enemies to convenient friends to (hopefully) lovers as much as I love your Az x Elain dynamic🫶

I have a couple questions 👀 that you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to reveal your cards 🃏:

Is Az falling in love with Elain?

Will we get more info on Elain’s past and exes? Maybe get some jealous Az

Will Cass try and make a move and play some chess with Elriel?👀✍️

Anyway, hope you’re having a lovely day/night and you’re sleeping well🥺

hey Casio, lovely goddess ✨wee snippet for pretty the lady coming in hot:

"Marino.” “…” “Marino,” she tried again, being met with silence. “I know you are awake, I can hear that annoyed little sound that you do.” "Go to sleep, Elain." "It's important, Azriel." His deep sigh moves the comforter above his chest. In the dark, Azriel pinches the bridge of his nose. His bedtime routine has gone to shit by now, maybe, just maybe, he can get a good hour of deep sleep if he sends her to slumber land first. "What is it?" "May I kiss you?" His body goes rigid beside her, tension radiating to her beneath the covers. "Just a goodnight kiss. I won't ravish you or anything." She turned to her side, trying to discern his expression in the dark, adding a “yet,” under her breath. "I heard that."

you got me all sily now 😫💖🥰❤️😚 I'm so happy that people are enjoying The Midnight Kiss 🤩 the hc was not letting me sleep! I keept toying with the "Elain likes Cass, Cass will date Mor, Mor was with Az, Az will date Elain," creating that scenario from part 1 and 2, and the rest will come to me (i hope) 'cause improv is the soul of the bussiness 😅🤣🤡 There's a brazilian poem called Quadrilha by Drummond that gives you this chasing after love feeling. It goes like:

João loved Teresa who loved Raimundo who loved Maria who loved Joaquim who loved Lili who loved no one.

Quadrilha is a dance, (i think is your equivalent of square dancing), where you keep changing partners during the song, so TMK fits right in! 🤭🤭🤭

Okay, your questions!

Part 5 will let you know that ;)

Yes and yes! jealAzz is a must! 😜

Cass is a complicated fella. Elain had everything to be his goofy-half, the problem is he has that “I don’t get attached” fuckboyman mentality. You know what they say, you only give value when you lose it. Well, that’s happening to Cass...😏😌🤫