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[kalimyt]

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[hazelira]

little lightning bolt

“Baby, don’t run too fast,” you called, watching your three-year-old son zoom past you with all the energy in his little body. His chubby cheeks were flushed, tiny fists pumping as he dashed through the arcade, excitedly squealing.

Heeseung chuckled beside you, hands tucked into his pockets as he watched your son dart toward a bright, flashing game. “He’s like a little lightning bolt,” he mused, eyes soft with adoration.

You smiled at that, but your gaze never left your little boy, his short legs moving faster than they should. The two of you had promised to bring him here for weeks now, and the second you stepped through the doors of the Chuck E. Cheese restaurant and arcade, he’d exploded with joy, bouncing like a rubber ball from game to game.

For a while, it was harmless fun. Watching him press every button on a racing game he didn’t understand, laughing at how he shrieked when the claw machine refused to give him a stuffed animal, holding him up so he could shoot hoops into a basket way too high for him.

But the thing about toddlers? They had no brakes.

“Hey, buddy, slow down,” Heeseung warned when he saw your son making a beeline toward a restricted area near the emergency exit. His significant, wobbly steps were headed where he wasn’t supposed to be.

You watched as Heeseung reached for him, strong hands gently wrapping around the little boy’s pudgy waist to scoop him up before he could go further.

And that’s when it happened.

The meltdown.

One second, your son was fine. The next, his little face scrunched up in frustration, and then—

“No! NO!!”

A piercing scream tore through the arcade. Heads turned. Parents glanced over. The flashing lights of the machines only made it more dramatic as your son’s tiny fists flailed, legs kicking as Heeseung held him firmly in his arms.

Your heart clenched when you saw the betrayal on his pudgy face, tears welling up in his round eyes as if his whole world had come crashing down. “I wanna go! I wanna go!!” he shrieked, body wriggling as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair, jaw tightening as he tried to keep cool. He was patient—always had been—but this was a whole new level of meltdown. “Hey, buddy, I know you’re upset, but you can’t go there,” he said calmly, adjusting his grip.

Your son didn’t have it. “NOOOO!!” He screamed louder, fists pounding against Heeseung’s chest in frustration. “Put me down!!”

Tears streamed down his face, his chubby cheeks red with frustration, snot running down his nose. Seeing it made your heart ache, even though you knew he didn’t understand.

Heeseung looked at you, eyes filled with exhaustion and silent pleading. You sighed and stepped forward, touching your son’s back gently. “Baby, I know you’re upset,” you cooed softly, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades. “But Daddy wasn’t trying to be mean. He was keeping you safe.”

Your son sobbed harder, curling into Heeseung’s chest despite his tantrum. “I— I—” His hiccups made it hard to talk.

“I know, sweetheart,” you murmured, kissing his damp curls. “You were having so much fun, huh?”

A broken, wobbly nod.

“But you scared Daddy, baby. You ran too fast, and he didn’t want you hurt.”

Slowly, his cries softened into sniffles. His tiny fingers now clutched onto Heeseung’s shirt instead of pushing him away.

“I just— I wanna run,” he mumbled against Heeseung’s chest, his voice muffled and small.

Heeseung finally exhaled, shifting your son so he was cradled more securely in his arms. “I know, buddy,” he murmured, kissing his head. “But you gotta listen to Mommy and Daddy, okay? We wanna keep you safe.”

Another sniffle. Then a soft, “Okay.”

You wiped away the last of his tears with your sleeve, smiling as you saw the exhaustion setting into his big, round eyes. “Wanna play one more game, baby?” you asked gently.

Your son hesitated, then nodded, rubbing his sleepy face against Heeseung’s shoulder.

And just like that, the storm had passed.

Heeseung shot you a tired, knowing smile as he slowly set your son back on the ground. “Alright, lightning bolt,” he teased softly, ruffling his messy curls. “Let’s go win you a prize, yeah?”

Your son beamed up at him, the earlier tantrum already a forgotten memory in his little mind. He grabbed Heeseung’s hand, gripping his pinky with his tiny fingers. “Yeah!”

And just like that, your little lightning bolt was back in action.

Heeseung sighed, rolling his shoulders as he let your son drag him toward the game section again. You could tell the meltdown had drained him, but the moment your little boy looked up at him with his puffy, teary eyes and chubby cheeks still glistening, Heeseung softened like butter in the sun.

You walked beside them, watching as your son squeezed Heeseung’s pinky tightly in his tiny grip, his other hand wiping at his runny nose. “What game do you wanna play, baby?” you asked, brushing damp curls from his forehead.

Your son’s lips pursed in thought before he pointed toward the biggest game in the arcade—the claw machine.

Heeseung let out a chuckle. “You sure about that one, buddy? That thing’s harder than it looks.”

But your little boy was determined. “I want the bear,” he announced, jabbing his finger toward a giant plush bear sitting in the pile of toys inside the machine.

You and Heeseung exchanged a look. That bear was way too big for the flimsy claw to lift, but the hope in your son’s eyes made it impossible to say no.

Heeseung fished out some tokens from his pocket. “Alright, let’s give it a shot.”

Lifting your son so he could reach the controls, Heeseung guided his tiny hands to the joystick while you knelt beside them. Your little boy’s brows furrowed in deep concentration as he maneuvered the claw over the stuffed bear.

“I got it,” he whispered, pressing the button with all his might.

The claw descended. It grabbed the bear’s ear—barely. The moment it started rising, the bear slipped right out.

Your son gasped. “Nooo!”

Heeseung bit his lip, suppressing a laugh. “That was close, buddy. Wanna try again?”

A determined nod. “Again!”

Another token in. Another attempt. Another fail.

Your son let out a tiny frustrated growl, his lower lip wobbling. “It’s cheating,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his pudgy tummy.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “It’s a tricky game, baby. But you did well!”

Heeseung nudged him playfully. “Tell you what, how about one more try? And if we don’t get the bear, we’ll pick a different prize from the ticket counter, yeah?”

Your son considered this, then nodded slowly. “Okay.”

This time, Heeseung let him move the joystick, but when your son pressed the button, Heeseung subtly tapped it again at the perfect moment, giving the claw a better grip.

And then—

Clink!

The claw successfully carried a smaller bear to the prize chute.

Your son gasped dramatically, his mouth forming the most significant O you’d ever seen. The second Heeseung reached in and pulled out the plushie, your little boy grabbed it and held it to his chest, squeezing it tightly.

“I won!” he squealed, bouncing repeatedly in Heeseung’s arms. “Mommy, I won!”

You laughed, heart swelling at how quickly he forgot his earlier tantrum. “You did, baby! Good job!”

Heeseung grinned, ruffling your son’s hair. “Knew you had it in you, champ.”

Your little boy beamed at both of you, hugging the bear even tighter. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and pressed a big, sloppy kiss to Heeseung’s cheek.

Heeseung froze.

You giggled back as your son pulled away and rested his head on Heeseung’s shoulder. “Tank you, Daddy,” he mumbled sleepily.

The exhaustion from all the running, screaming, and excitement had finally caught up to him. His chubby fingers clung to Heeseung’s hoodie, and his breathing slowed as he curled up against his father’s chest, hugging his new plushie with his other arm.

Heeseung swallowed, eyes softening as he cradled your son close. He gently kissed the top of his head, rocking him slightly. “Anytime, buddy.”

You reached over, brushing a hand over your son’s back. “I think someone’s ready for a nap.”

Heeseung chuckled, shifting the now-sleepy toddler in his arms. “Guess the lightning bolt finally ran out of energy, huh?”

You smiled, slipping your hand into Heeseung’s free one as the three of you approached the exit. Your son might have had a meltdown earlier, but seeing him snuggled up against his dad, entirely at peace, made everything worth it.

And despite the tantrums, the chaos, and the exhaustion—these were the moments you both would cherish forever.

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[kittylittersmoothie]

POV: You suddenly remember the story that you were supposed to be writing several weeks ago exists

[gtposeref]

Struggle all you want

[lubdubs]

Nurse Mariella

[fattypigglet]

My chubby jiggly belly, hehe🤭

[nikkinelson1313]

[twinkletfout]

It's only normal to feel like this, Gojo is your boyfriend after all but he has been acting real weird recently, not giving you the attention you wanted. Because its only normal for him to be always touchy and showering you with kisses, and the way he fucks you real good, every night. But he has been.. neglecting you, what is his intention?

Another day passed, still nothing, he would give you a normal peck on your lips before leaving for work not like how he used to bend you over the kitchen counter and gets a quickie before he leaves. God, this was eating you alive, you didn't want to admit it, not to him. But he is so, so tempting.

Like any other normal day, he was about to leave as he leaned in for a goodbye kiss, but you hoped if it would be something more than a good bye kiss. He gave a small peck as he pulled back saying, "bye, baby, Ill see—" before he could finish you grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him so hard as you smashed your lips back into his lips. Pushing him on the counter as you desperately fumbled on the buttons of his shirt. You swore you could feel him smirking as he kissed back.

You both pulled away panting, a hint of anger evident on your face as you glared at his face, as he stuck his tongue out playfully. "That was so not like you" a mocking smile on his face as he looked at you with drunken eyes, clearly enjoying this. "You wanted this, didn't you?" You said as you pressed your body against his, one of your hands on the counter. You squeezed the obvious bulge growing on his pants as he let out a painful groan. "Ugh— shit" his breath hitched as he felt your touch, as you squeezed hard "dont— nnghmmn" he whimpered, his brows frowning as his hips bucked forward as you felt the growing wetness spreading under your touch. You looked up to meet his gaze. You never in your life imagined a man could make a face like the one in front of you right now. Face flushed, sweat dripping down his temple, tongue slightly darting out, brows knitted together. Your thighs instinctively clenched at the sight.

'God, did this guy seriously come inside his pants just from your touch?!'

[hazelira]

part 2 of more than 143

The cold air nipped at your skin as you swung your legs off the bed, stretching your arms above your head with a tired sigh. Your body still felt heavy from sleep, but hunger gnawed at your stomach, reminding you that you had skipped breakfast.

You glanced at the bathroom door, debating whether to shower first or eat. Your pyjamas were comfortable, and you didn’t feel like changing yet. You’d freshen up after brunch.

Padding toward the bedroom door, you reached for the handle, already thinking about what to make—maybe something warm, something comforting—anything to distract yourself from the weight of this morning’s emptiness.

But the moment you pulled the door open, all thoughts vanished.

Because standing right there, breathless, dripping wet from the rain, was Heeseung.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his black hoodie clinging to his frame, soaked through. Raindrops dripped from his hair, trailing down his sharp jawline. His hands hung loosely at his sides, fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know if he should.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you crashed into him before a single word could leave his lips.

His breath hitched as you threw your arms around his torso, pressing against him without hesitation. You didn’t care that his clothes were wet, didn’t care that the rain had made him cold—you just needed to hold him.

And he let you.

Heeseung exhaled sharply, his arms wrapping around you so tightly it was as if he was afraid you’d disappear. His fingers pressed into your back, his chin resting against your head as he clung to you like a lifeline.

“I—” He started, voice hoarse, but he couldn’t finish.

Because he didn’t have the words.

I didn’t know how to explain how he had run—sprinted—through the rain to get back to you. The moment the mission was over, he hadn’t even waited for his men. I hadn’t cared about anything but you.

How badly he had needed to see you, hold you, remind himself that you were still here, still waiting for him.

The guilt burned in his throat.

He didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve you.

And yet, you were here, burying your face into his chest and gripping him like you never wanted to let go.

Heeseung squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling your scent beneath the faint smell of rain and his own regret.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain still pouring outside.

You shook your head against him.

“You came back,” you murmured.

And that was enough.

For now, it was enough.

Heeseung tightened his arms around you, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, silently swearing to himself—next time, he’d come back sooner.

Or maybe…

He wouldn’t leave at all.

Heeseung was still catching his breath when you pulled back slightly, your hands sliding down his arms until your fingers found his. His skin was cold and damp from the rain, but his touch was so warm that it sent a shiver up your spine.

“You need a shower,” you murmured, voice laced with something soft yet teasing.

Heeseung blinked down at you, lips parting slightly as if to protest, but you were already tugging him toward the bathroom. His soaked hoodie clung to his body, droplets dripping onto the floor with each step, and you knew if he stayed in those wet clothes any longer, he’d end up sick.

“Wait, you—” He hesitated when you pushed open the bathroom door. “You mean together?”

You turned your head slightly, glancing at him from over your shoulder. The way his voice wavered, barely above a whisper, sent a thrill through your chest.

“Obviously,” you hummed, tilting your head. “Or do you want to freeze to death?”

Heeseung swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His ears, already tinted pink from the cold, darkened further. “N-No. I just—”

You didn’t let him finish.

Reaching for the hem of his hoodie, you peeled the drenched fabric over his head, exposing the toned lines of his torso. His skin was ice-cold to the touch, causing a frown to tug at your lips as your fingers brushed against him.

“You ran all the way here in the rain,” you muttered, hands ghosting over his chest.

Heeseung gave a breathy chuckle, his hands hesitantly settling on your waist. “You think I’d take my time when I knew you were waiting for me?”

Your heart squeezed.

Instead of answering, you reached for your clothes, slipping your pyjama top over your head. Heeseung sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers twitching against your skin. His eyes flickered to yours, searching, asking.

And when you took his hand and pulled him under the warm stream of water, he let you.

The heat washed over both of you, steam curling around your bodies, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. You stood there, feeling the warmth seep into your skin, feeling Heeseung’s presence so close, so real.

His hands found your waist again, with more certainty, his fingers brushing against your damp skin. You looked up at him, droplets of water sliding down his face, darkening the strands of his hair.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, tilting your head.

Heeseung exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “Can you blame me?”

You smiled, reaching for the bottle of shampoo. “Turn around.”

He raised a brow but did as told, letting you lather his hair, your fingers massaging his scalp in slow, deliberate motions. His shoulders visibly relaxed under your touch, and a quiet hum of contentment left his lips.

“If you keep doing that, I might never leave,” he murmured, leaning into your touch.

You grinned. “Maybe that’s the plan.”

Heeseung turned slightly, just enough to catch your gaze. His eyes, dark and filled with something unreadable, held yours for a beat too long.

Then, a slow smirk tugged at his lips.

“Then I guess I’ll have to stay.”

When you were both dressed, fresh and warm, your stomach grew loud enough for Heeseung to hear.

He laughed as you dragged him toward the kitchen, your hand gripping his like you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go.

“You’re hungry, huh?” he teased, plopping down into the chair while you grabbed ingredients.

“You’d be too if you skipped breakfast,” you shot back, opening the fridge. “What do you want?”

Heeseung hummed, tapping his fingers against the table. “Anything you make is fine.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile on your lips as you started preparing food. Heeseung, of course, couldn’t just sit still. He approached behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You’re clingy today,” you mused, flipping a pancake.

“You almost tackled me when I got back,” he countered, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Who’s the clingy one?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. “Shut up and set the table.”

He chuckled but obeyed, grabbing plates and utensils before sitting across from you.

As you ate, Heeseung’s foot nudged yours under the table, a small smile tugging at his lips.

And for the first time in a long while, he felt something settle deep in his chest—something warm, something real.

Something like home.

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[heartbeatmen]

Daddy 3

[pusheen]

[greatandholypangolin]

POV- you’re a microphone and Mumbo Q. Jumbo keeps posing at you because he thinks you’re a camera

POV- you’re Mumbo W. Jumbo posing at this weird looking camera you found

POV- you’re the actual camera watching Mumbo E. Jumbo posing at the microphone

[friendoftashi]

more boyfriend!spencer propaganda

[quicklythisway]

Self discovery is all about finding new perspectives