#there’s dog noises coming out of my phone 😭

[faithinlouisfuture]

manu’s submission auuwjwuebeushs

MANUUUUUU I AM SO DETERMINED TO HAVE YOU UNDERSTAND AND HEAR THIS 😭 I lowered the sound on the guitar bit and added emojis for extreme clarity 💀 please tell me you hear it now @lt2ishere

[buckybabieboy]

Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

[camryn-haitani]

is that offer still up?

dazai osamu x reader

your mental health is declining and dazai notices but says nothing. he unexpectedly catches feelings but before he can confess, it's already too late...

TW: angst, suicide, cursing, I guess a lil plot twist at the end, self harm, gun, kissing a dead body, Google translate Italian.

I started watching bungo stray dogs and I already love it. I've been in love with dazai since I first saw him😭😭

the gif has nothing to do with the fic, I just think he looks hot in it💀

you lay in your bed, feeling numb. you don't know why you couldn't feel anything. you tried doing the things you used to love, but they don't seem the same anymore.

your phone rang multiple times, dazai's contact always popping up on your screen. you let it ring, not wanting to talk.

*BAM* you shoot up from your bed to see what the hell that noise was. you walk out of your room to see your front door busted open with dazai in the frame.

"why haven't you been answering my calls, bella donna?" he asks. "oh I turned my phone off, been doing some work..." you lie. dazai gives you those 'oh really' eyes. he walks past you and I to your room. "hey! get out!" you follow.

"aha! just as I thought. you can't lie to me, cara." he picks up your phone and unlocks it. he goes to your calls and sees the 25 missed calls he's given you. "fine you caught me." you raise your hands up in defeat.

"mhm that's what I thought. but anyway, kunikida asked me to give these papers to you to fill out and bring them back when you return." dazai hands you a folder filled with papers busting at the seams.

'great' you say to yourself. you put it on your desk and push dazai out of your apartment. "wait! before I go, I wanted to ask you something." he turns around. "would you be interested in joining me in a double sui-" "goodbye dazai." you slam your destroyed door in his face.

you lay back in your bed and drift off into sleep.

next day

*BAM* you were woken from your sleep with another slam of your door. 'well, there goes the rest of it.' you get up and put on a hoodie, making sure you've cleaned up all the blood from your arm and none it gets in your hoodie.

"oh y/n!" dazai yells. he waltzed into your room. you hide your knife under your bed before he comes in. "how's that paperwork coming alo...ng." he looks at your desk and sees the folder right where he left it yesterday.

he points to it and looks at you. "you know... kunikida is going to be very mad. and you know he's a grumpy pants when he's mad." he states. "trust me dazai, I know how kunikida gets when he's mad. I've had to face his wrath multiple times." you roll your eyes.

"if you'd like, you can come up to the agency and we could fill out paperwork together." he suggests. "uhm I think I'll be ok, but thank you dazai." you smile at him. "hey, y/n?" he asks. "yes, you suicidal maniac? if you're asking me to join you in a double suicide, then I'll decline." you answer. "noooooo of course not. i was actually going to ask if I could have some tea and I wanted to catch up with you. i miss talking to you." dazai looks at you, his gaze soft. "oh... I'm sorry, yeah of course. my apartment is a bit messy, I'm sorry."

you prepare y'all's tea and sit down at the dining table. "how have you been, y/n?" dazai sits down. "I've been ok. how have you been?" "suicidal as ever, my dear." he holds your hand. your heart races at the thought of him seeing what you did last night. he slides his hand further up your wrist. "shit I think the teas done." you get up.

after y'all's small talk, dazai took his leave. you called up the landlord of your apartment to get a new damn door. you slide down the wall and just say there, feeling lifeless. you don't have the heart to tell him your plans. you truly love him dearly, but you couldn't stand to see him hurt by your intentions.

you continue to sit on the floor against the wall until your door busts open again.

"holy shit! kunikida?" you yell. "what the hell have you been doing all day?! you need to finish that paperwork or else I'll be in deep shit!" he takes a few deep breaths and sits down at your table. you still in the floor, looking into nothing once more.

"listen, dazai cares about you." that snapped you outta your trance. you looked at him confused, wanting him to go on. "there's a reason he's been here the past 2 days, but it's not my place to tell." he says. "just... please get that paperwork done." he stands up and closes the door. you go back I to staring into nothing, debating on what to do

the agency

'if she's going to do what I think she's gonna do, then I don't have much time left.' he says to himself. while dazai is having an internal battle with himself, he failed to notice kuni walking in. "hey, dumbass." kuni tries to get dazai's attention. 'he's so deep in thought, he still hasn't noticed me.' kuni walked over and starts shaking dazai. "oh hey man, what up?" dazai answers. kuni sighs and sits across from dazai. "you know what's up." kuni says. dazai just looks down at his work. "you've gotta say something, you can't keep doing this." kuni stares at him. dazai stays silent. "just think about it, ok?" kuni stands up and hits dazai's shoulder in a comforting way. dazai just puts his chin on his desk and thinks.

over the course of a few months, you barely came to work anymore. maybe twice every few weeks or not at all. you've been getting worse and worse with every passing day. not eating, showering, not doing anything. dazai barely came over anymore, in fear he'd see you completely destroyed by your mental health.

but this one day, the one day that made his whole life flip around. you came into work. you looked trashed, but you didn't care. you walked through the door, looking around frantically. "hey where's dazai?" you ask kuni. "he's in the next room over." he answered not looking up from his book.

you march into the room, you see him talking to a co worker. "y/n!! you're here. i mis-" he was cut off by your lips onto his. he was shocked but kissed back. you pulled back and whispered an 'i love you' and ran out the door. dazai too shocked to follow you.

you ran all the way back to your apartment and slide down your wall. the letter you wrote to dazai also on the kitchen table. knife still in its place where you left it. cold blade caressed your skin, pressing deeper and deeper.

once you thought it was enough, your eyes hazy and getting heavier from blood loss, you pulled out your gun. it was small, but it was enough to do damage. you clutch the letter in your hand and pull the trigger.

dazai, however, was running for his life to your place. he knew it and didn't do anything about it. he finally reached your door and didn't break it down this time. he had a key, he just never used it. he unlocks your door to see you laying in the floor, blood pooling beneath your body and gun clutched in you hand. he finds a letter in your other hand. he takes it out and reads it

To Dazai,

if you're reading this, I've already committed suicide. I'm sorry we never committed your double suicide. i just want you to know that none of this was your fault, it was mine. I never told you because I thought you would think of me differently. I've loved you the first day I worked at the agency. please tell kunikida I'm sorry that I didn't finish the paper work, I'm sure he'll be mad at me. always remember that I love you.

sincerely, y/n

he takes out his phone and calls kunikida. "where the hell are you?! you bolted out of the office and I've been alon-" "y/n said they're sorry for not finishing their paperwork." dazai cuts him off. "yeah they better be. what even happened? why were they looking for you?" kuni asks. "you'll know when you get here." "what the hell does that even me-" dazai hangs up.

he clutches the letter in his hand. he leans down and kisses you. "I'm sorry I didn't say it back, but I love you." he caresses your cheek. he kneels down and holds your hand as he takes the gun you used from you hand and points it at his forehead.

"but we'll meet again soon, bella cara. i promise." and he pulls the trigger.

- - - - - -

please remember you aren't alone. there's always someone to talk to. even if you feel like you are, you aren't. my dms are open for anyone and any reason. i love all y'all. stay safe

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Bullworth Academy.

south park - bully scholarship edition (2006) au.

part one.

sorry this is SO delayed.. ive been so busy and my phone broke but hopefully this is good enough for now, the juicy stuff is coming soon guys😭👍.

content: swearing, stereotypes, hateful/discriminatory comments, groping of a minor, "y/n", smoking, >18 characters, alternate universe (characters aren't canon), alcohol, lot of dialog, talking through facial expressions (partial)

summary: at bullworth academy, you'll never get your way. beyond the cliques of jocks, nerds, greasers, preppies, bullies, and even non-clique students; are a bunch of assholes who attempt to make anyone's life harder with the snap of their finger. and when you met the people in the cliques, you realize how real it all was.

tags: @h-harleybaby @p1-f1 @hannah-h-pleb @milkyhere @cristuit @z-zephyrr @bro-flov-ski @59candelas

"Don't forget your suit case in the trunk!" Your mom said as she pulled in front of the large black gate.

"Not gonna." You reply, scoffing at her giggly tone. She's gonna run off and have a blast without having to take care of her teenage daughter, isn't she?

She pouts, "You know this is for the best, darling. I mean, you have been acting like a fool at your normal high schools; so maybe a change of scenery will do it for ya."

You sarcasticly smile and slam the door, walking to the trunk to grab your bag.

Grunting, as it's heavy with your needs for however long you'll be sleeping in those damn girls dorms.

"Need help with that?" An older woman asks, walking up.

You finally get it out, close the trunk and tap on the car hard so your mom gets the message to leave. "Uh, nah, I've got it."

"You've been expected, you're a week late Miss L/N." She says.

"Yeah, who are you?" You ask trying not to sound too disrespectful as she leads you through the gate and towards the main school building.

She cacks like a dog before whispering, "The one who's fucking the principal, little brat. Get inside." Practically shoving you into the building.

It was horrendously spirited on the second week of school. Football season was pretty huge for Bullworth. They went all out.

Getting acquainted to all this was weird to say the least. You'd gotten a tour of the school and the dorms by the same woman who never actually introduced herself.

"So, 'one who's fucking the principal'.." You start. "Thanks for the tour, but I need to get settled on my own now."

With a coy smile, she says "Farewell then. Bullworth will treat one like you good." She then winks and walks away.

Couldn't tell whether that was meant in a sweet way or not. You enter the dorms and attempt to walk to your room with the background full of moaning and coughing likely from smoking. You find your way to the noise of the coughing which sounds like it's in the direction of your room anyways.

How lucky, it was in your room. Two girls, one blonde, one with black hair, both smoking a joint.

You walk in awkwardly and set your suitcase somewhere, putting ur backpack on the floor as they watch your every move.

The blonde stands up. "Hi! You're the new girl.. you're Y/N, right?" She offers the blunt to which you take a hit as you nod.

"Sure." You cough and blow out some smoke.

"I'm Bebe, and this is Wendy." She points at the black haired girl. "This is Wendy's and your room, and I'm sure you'll get along. She can be shy sometimes, but once she's used to you and smoked up, you'll love her." She introduced.

Handing the blunt back and nodding at Wendy, you make your way to sit on the empty bed.

"You been helped around by Ms. Fuckface?" Bebe asks.

"I'm assuming so." You shrug and Wendy hands you the blunt.

Bebe giggles, "Let us introduce you to Bullworth."

The duo walks you around the premises.

"You kissed my Eric?!" A tall brunette cheerleader screams.

"He's not yours, bitch!" A similarly brunette girl screams back before plunging forward and grabbing the others' hair.

"Melody Adams, and Delilah.. nobody knows her last name." Bebe says as we walk past the cat fight.

Curiously asking, "Who's Eric?.. The.. guy they were yelling about.?" You ponder around.

Bebe hums. "He's actually new too. Wrestler, fucks around, but does good deeds to keep out of shit between the cliques."

"Dreamy." Wendy adds quietly and Bebe scoffs.

She points, "There he is! Eric!"

He walks over in all his pride. "Well hello there, who's this sweet piece of pie?"

"Quit it, Cartman. This is Y/N L/N. She just started today, we're getting her to know the place better." You wave as Bebe introduces you.

You notice that Wendy squeezes a finger of yours, and has a devious look on her face when you look at her. All you do is smile back

Eric chuckles. "Alls I know is don't get into shit with any of the cliques, keep your reputation good throughout all them and you'll be fine." He winks and walks off."

"Dreamy." Wendy repeats.

You giggle, "As if. Seems kinda extra.. and—"

"Horny, right?" Bebe interrupts.

"I guess." You shrug and watch him skate until you can't see him anymore.

The bell rings indicating its lunch time. You had both classes in the afternoon so you didn't have to worry until later.

"Let's go to lunch! Show you all the cliques." Bebe winks and grabs your hand, dragging you inside the school and to the cafeteria.

Once you're there, you see the groups of people wearing different uniforms. "Over there are the non-cliques, they for the most part leave people alone and are.. lone wolves. There's not that many so you'll see Eric, Kyle, Butters, and then a bunch of other unimportant people. But they're like, the trio of the non-cliques.. that can be us just.. guy version!"

Bebe went on a mission to deeply explain who everyone was before taking you to the non-clique table. "Hey guys!"

"Shut up, Bebe." That red head she called Kyle spoke with a mouth full of food.

Butters, the blonde wearing a pink shirt reaches out a hand, "Butters, it's uh, nice to meet you." He nervously smiles as you shake his hand.

"Y/N."

"Aren't you just adorable, 'Y/N'.." Kyle mocks before laughing.

Eric scoffs, "Leave her alone, man."

He only laughs harder before standing up, "Come on, Cartman. Let's go egg some prep scum houses."

Butters hastily follows but not before he gives an awkward wave goodbye as to say "nice meeting you".

You wave back and once they're far enough to where they can't hear, you ask "Why do you all call him Cartman?"

"It's not rare for Bullworth students to be known as their last names.. don't be surprised if you're called L/N a couple times or more." Bebe responds, drinking from a water bottle in-between sentences. "Vodka." She shrugs with a smirk. "Want some?"

Contemplating before taking a large sip, you stand up. "I'm gonna go for a walk, see you soon?"

"Later, L/N." Bebe winks and you wave to Wendy who returns it.

You walk around campus on your own, earbuds plugged in and music playing.

Eventually when you're done walking, the bell rings alarming to go to class, in which you make your way to.

Scoffing to see Kyle in the same Chemistry class as you. But at least you knew someone there.

Walking up to the teacher, saying "Hi, I'm Y/n. Where do I sit?"

"Ah," He smirks. "You're the new girl."

You nod and awkwardly smile at his weird facial expression.

He wraps an arm around your waist, which was odd but you were too stunned or scared.. or.. something to even move away. His hand moved up and down the side of your waist as he introduced you to the class.

"You can sit next to Stan, sweetheart. Stan, raise your hand so the pretty girl can see who you are." The teacher says and your face scrunches up.

You see a boy raise his hand, closer to the back of the classroom. You finally leave your teachers hold and walk over to Stan.

Stan only looks at you when you sit down. And once the teacher begins teaching, Stan whispers, "He's a weirdo.. seriously. The groping? Was that really at all necessary?"

Giggling slightly, you respond, "It was uncomfortable."

"Understably. Dude's got at least 15 years on you." He laughs quietly.

There's silence until he speaks again a few minutes later. "Do you got a pencil? Don't got one ever and I think there's gonna be a pop quiz today."

"Yeah, mom made sure to give me extras because 'you need to take notes'.." You scoff and reach for your bag to grab a pencil.

When you look up, you see a familiar pair of eyes staring into yours.

Kyle.

He looked fierce. And it was then when you got a good look at him. Scar on his left eye brow. Freckles among his face. And small yet noticable beauty mark below his right eye.

As you look down for just a moment you see how his arms are crossed. The rest of his body is facing diagonally, but his eyes are on you. His posture was laid back, and his legs were manspread.

At that, you make a dirty face as to say, "What are you looking at?". His face responds with his eyebrows raising, like he was cockily saying "You.", before he smirked.

His eyes fall down to your chest and his smirk only grows. Your curiosity leads you looking down, to see cleavage hanging out of the too tight uniform.

Mentally scoffing, you look up and quirk an eyebrow, to say "Like what you see?".

He nods slowly, and only one time with a grin.

You covered your cleavage with your hand, almost like saying "Too bad.".

Sitting up and handing Stan the pencil, saying, "Keep it."

He looked at it, then at you with a crooked smile. "Thanks."

Class ended after a ridiculously long wait. There was a pop quiz, which he didn't make you take since it was your first day.

As you leave the classroom, a familiar red head catches up to you, walking beside you. "What?" You ask.

"Can't walk with the new girl? Jeez." He scoffs sarcastically.

Giggling at first. "No, you can't walk with the new girl." You respond and breifly look at him. He raises both arms as to retreat, though he keeps walking. "What do you want?"

"Wanna walk you to your room. Is that a problem?"

"Sure is. You know if you get caught by any prefects you'll be in big trouble, right? Even I know that and I just got here."

He chuckles as you both exit the school building, making your way to the girls dorms. "I'm the star student of this school. I wouldn't get in trouble."

"Okay, 'star student', what's it mean when a girl says 'go away'?" You ask, not expecting an answer.

And he didn't give one. Just kept walking by your side until you reached the building. You watched as he looked around before walking in with a smirk.

To that, you were appalled. And now you're the one making sure nobody sees him in there.

Checking around to make sure no girls are walking around you quickly guide him to your room before shutting the door.

"Okay, why are you even here?" You ask genuinely.

He chuckles. "Hang out, get to know what the new girls motives are."

"Motives?" To that, you laugh. "I have no motivation or clear purpose of being here other than the fact that my mom hates me and wants me to stop getting kicked out of regular school systems. There's nothing different or 'new' about me. I don't even want to be here so would you just—"

He cuts you off by aggressively kissing you. "God, I thought you were quiet but you're just talk, talk, talk, aren't you?"

You couldn't seem to form a sentence that would even fit this scenario anymore. Only sitting down on your bed and staring at your shoes.

Not long later is when Kyle sits beside you, you could sense he was looking at you but you didn't want to look at his face. "Wanna know my motive?" He asks.

There's silence. "Do you?" He asks once more.

To which you respond, "I'm waiting."

"To kinda make like uh, a statement. A lifestyle. To change the Bullworth way to be.. Kyle's way. You know?"

"You're not always gonna get your way." You look at him. "Nobody does."

"Well what do you think im trying to do? I'm trying to make it so it can always go my way!"

You laugh. "You're an asshole. Is this supposed to make me like you? Because it's not working."

"No." Silence appears for longer. Nobody spoke for what felt like several minutes. But you noticed how when he was thinking his leg bounced rapidly up and down.

He finally stood up. "You wanna go somewhere?"

to be continued..

[fbwzoo]

I can't share the 30-some pictures I did with my FB post, going from last December to this December. So I'll just use this one - which I just took after a quick harness training session in which she bounced across half the couch to meet me & wagged for the first 15 seconds, and before she made me put my phone down for a bout of snuggle scritches. 😭🥰

This is such a long post, I'm going to put it under a cut. But today is the 1 year anniversary of Emma coming home to us, and I am FULL of emotions over this little dog. So if you want to read my rambling & think with me how far my baby has come in a year.... read on!

One year of my Emma. 💙💜 I didn't really expect to love this dog so much, velcro dog and all. She is definitively My Dog, and I never had a choice in the matter. I think that was just gonna happen, ever since I first saw her adoption post 1 year & 9 months ago. Every time I saw her posted again, I wanted her. It was meant to be! 🥰

And now I look back on the year & think about it all. We changed a bunch of things in our household for this little dog, and all year, we kept adjusting & improving where it was needed for her & the other animals. I love my family so much, and I'm so grateful to have found these other people who love animals & are so willing to adapt as needed for their happiness too. Everyone in the house agreed to take on a project dog, and everyone stepped up to help her settle in.

It's weird too, bc it often doesn't feel like we've DONE that much. But when I tell someone new about her, or spell it out for myself, I'm reminded that we've done the work, even if it mostly didn't seem like work. And we gave her what we knew we absolutely could, what she needed most - time and space. We went at her pace, let her lead us, and it's been truly amazing to watch her over this year.

Emma has gone from being very worried to terrified about any & all human movements, unable to be pet or touched, quick to be on guard at any small change in position. Terrified of loud noises and too much activity. Barking at Joel to try and make him go away. Pottying in the house on pee pads because outside is scary. Only laying in a lap if the lap was covered with a blanket.

All of that.... to a dog that spends 98% of her time relaxed, happy, and ready to be involved. She greets us with alert barks instead of guarding barks, tail wags, bouncing, and licks (okay, mostly me for some of that but still). Everyone in the house has been able to pet her. She actively loves to be pet by Jack in bed & me anywhere when she wants snuggles. She plays with her dog siblings and with me. She discovered the joys of yard zoomies early on & never looked back - she potty trained faster and better than Spring!

She knows and likes our household routines. She LOVES food, and it's the quickest way to her heart! 😂 But she's learned some manners too, like not snatching food with any opportunity! She's gotten more comfortable being on the floor. She still likes to chew more than our other two, and has gotten really great at managing big emotions by redirecting to a Benebone!

We're not the best at active training, but even so, she makes us & me look good! She's interested now, when the treats come out, and wants to see what to do to get some. She interacts with new objects, she is doing great with harness training.

She has opinions now!!! And she will tell you!!! Especially if they involve dinner time! 😂 I still can't believe she demand barks now, and it's been too cute for us to bother stopping for the most part.

I've thought about goals for her over the next year, and I definitely have some big ones. Continue harness training until I can put it fully on her & take it off. Leash skills & comfort with them. All of that slowly, so slowly leading up to trips out of the house - to do vet happy visits, check out some SniffSpots, and go visit her sister at foster mom's house. I also want to introduce some pattern games to help with all of that.

And we plan to start having people over to the house again! Not sure how often or how many, and we may have to alter pace based on how she does. But she's so often surprised us with her resilience, so I think we'll do okay! (And obviously all visitors will be required to follow rules around my pup, or face the mama bear wrath 😂)

But mostly....I just can't wait for another year with this extremely sweet, loving, exuberant little dog that is working so hard to find her confidence. We're all so very proud of Emma, and love her so much. 💜💙

I also included a thank you to both rescues & Emma's foster mom, for all of their time, work, and hoops to ensure that Emma would be safe. They genuinely gave us all the information we needed to make sure we were prepared, and I am even more grateful for that after seeing how rare our experience is in my fearful dogs group.

[spineless-lobster]

My thoughts about the newest Christmas special!!!! (Spoilers, duh)

first things first, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

This is literally everything I could have asked for from a Ghosts episode!!! I will be going chronologically so I can somewhat organise my thoughts

AAAAAA Pat it watching the new scouts!!!!!!!!! This means so much to me!!!!

Okay but like the gasp I let out when it showed how Alison got a hold of the VHS tapes!!!!

Mike being exactly like his parents is so cute and funny lol

Fanny is such a girlboss for, ahem, "not leaving"

YES!!!!! PAT AND CAP BEING DRAMA TEACHERS!!!!!

I love how much the Captain thrives in his stage manager role

"Baron Hardup" is such an underrated joke omg

I had to look up was a "bluey" was because I'm sure Julian wouldn't bring up the Australian kids show about a little blue dog

Screaming and crying and throwing up was my reaction to the home videos because that hit me so hard

Pat's reaction to being made fun of in the tape: "I don't want to watch it anymore" FUCK 😭😭😭

I relate to Pat on so many levels

"Forty feral ferrets frolicking in France" is the new "The butler burnt the butter but the bacon bore the brunt" and I'm living for it and I WILL memorise it like how I did with the butler one

I love how optimistic Alison is in this episode even while stuck in traffic!

HUMPHREY'S BODY AND ROBIN HOLDING AND SWINGING HANDS IS SO 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

MY VIZ-I-ON!!!!

CAP'S LITTLE DANCEY-DANCE OMG!!!!!!!

Robin comforting Pat is one of my favourite scenes in this episode (I have a lot of favourites lol) I always love seeing Robin be all wise and comforting and it's shown perfectly here

"On one hand, my darling daughter. On the other, my beloved wife." OMG THEY DID NOT JUST HAVE JULIAN SAY THAT 😭

YESSSSSS!!!! THE FIRST AND ONLY GOOD LORD FROM CAP!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!

I relate to Kitty with having all the pressure to be perfect being put on her

BING BONG!

"I'm just gonna phone home- I'm E.T." HILARIOUS DELIVERY!!!!

ALL THE PLAGUE GHOSTS 💖💖💖💖💖

Okay but the voice Cap puts on during Kitty's breakdown is making me go feral

Cap's Spice Girl speech is the gayest thing I've ever seen and I love that so much for him

"Shine like a star!" NEW DAILY AFFIRMATION JUST UNLOCKED!!!!

THE CAPTAIN BEING A DAD TO KITTY OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

I KNEW IT!!!! I KNEW THEY'D MAKE HIM THE FAIRY GOD MOTHER!!!!!!!

The way Mick got so invested in the panto lmao

This is great Fanny/Julian content btw

He put the "fairy" in fairy godmother let's just say that

✨Slwing!✨ WAND NOISES!!!!!

Cap is THRIVING in his role GOOD FOR HIM!!!!!

KITMASSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD YESSSSS!!!!!!!!

Bonus sound effect from Humphrey <3

The shoe lmao

FIRST ON-SCREEN GHOST HUG AND IT'S A KITMAS HUG OMG YESSSS THIS IS EVERYTHING!!!!

The "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" has both "In The Bleak Midwinter" and "Sorry Song" vibes I love it!

"Moonah so big you can almost touch it!" ROBIN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!

As a proud owner of Risk Cap getting Risk means so much to me

Thomas sobbing to The Smiths is such a mood

FUCK! THE REST OF THE TAPE IS SO 😭😭😭😭😭

FUCK! PAT'S CRYING!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I will be religiously rewatching this episode. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[ghost-proofbaby]

GHOST WELCOME BACK!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S GUITAR ANON WITH SOME UPDATES

FIRSTLY I HAVE TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS

GUESS WHO HAS A BOYFRIEND

ME!!!! WE MADE IT OFFICIAL TWO WEEKS AGO!!!!

now for the lead up to how this happened bc I kept a note in my phone of important things to tell you for when you came back:

he met my parents! they like him. he wanted to take my guinea pigs home with him and I was TRYING to look out for him so he didn't get peed on by them and he was like it's fine I don't care and we kept bickering about it and my parents thought it was funny. we watched the first hunger games movie in my room and my dog took her chaperoning role very seriously. we were laying on my bed and he had his head on my arm and my dog wedged her jealous little ass right in between us and put her head on my arm too. I made her leave. she came back and then she had her head on his arm. the next day i texted him and told him that I still had his fingerprints on my glasses (we both wear glasses and like to poke each other's lenses to bother each other) and he said I guess I'm just permanent and I said I'd like you to be permanent 🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe not on my glasses tho. and that was pretty much the end of that but then the next day he brings it up again unprompted and says he's been thinking about what I said and that he wouldn't be against it and I said I wouldn't either and i said so does that mean I get to stop calling you my sort of kind of boyfriend to people and he said yes and then we sort of kind of made it official over text but kinda mutually decided it didn't count until we saw each other in person. I went to his house after work the next day after the boyfriend talk and his parents had some friends over and I painted my nails with his mom and the one friend. he gave me two of his twenty one pilots vinyls bc I like them and don't have any vinyls. I thanked him like 5 times and wanted to kiss him but was really nervous about it so I didn't. but after his parents friends left he had me go in his room with him and he ASKED ME TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND and i said yes obviously. and i ended up hitting my head on the wall by his bed and knocking one of his posters off the wall 🤦🏻‍♀️ but that's okay. his parents told him that if we're having sex to make sure to wrap it 😂 and i don't know how to tell them that whatever noises they heard was probably me hitting my head and the poster falling down, and then later me trying to roll across him to get to the other side of the bed and missing, and falling off the bed. bc I was a hot mess. but I blame him for hitting my head. cause he was putting me on the bed. the falling off the bed was all me though 😂 and he was gonna come up to my house this past Tuesday but he ended up getting a flat tire on the way, so i came down. We went out to eat with his parents (and he bought me a squishmallow 🥺) and then we started watching catching fire in his room. His mom kept walking past his closed door and yelling that she didn't want any babies and are we doing sex things. And now this damn boy distracts me all the time even if I'm not talking to him cause all I think about is him but at least the feeling is mutual.

🎸 anon ❤️

I hope you had a great break ❤️

NONNIE. MY GOD.

my heart is bursting i’m so fuckin happy for you!!! hell fucking yess!!!!! we did it folks!!! and by we i mean you but i’m still so so overly happy and genuinely excited for you that’s so sweet 😭 i love the making it official in person. i hope y’all have had a good first few weeks of being official!!!

ugh. my lil romantic heart can’t take this. i like to pretend to be bitter and grossed out by romance irl but it secretly warms my heart (do not tell anyone i’ve got a reputation to uphold)

[ethereousdelirious]

We resched the end of my queued fills alshfhshd

Sicktember 2023 Day 19

Prompt: Curled Up with a Pet

Fandom: Ac.e Att.orney

Characters: Kl.avier, A.pollo

Notes: pasting on mobile always removes my formatting and I don't have time to fix it rn so I'm kindly asking you to mentally insert italics where they seem appropriate

Klavier's phone buzzed.

He blinked blearily, breaking eye contact with the living room wall. Absently, he patted the pile of blankets surrounding him on his sleek leather couch and came up empty-handed.

Annoyed by his fidgeting, Vongole huffed and gave him a reproachful look.

Klavier sniffled, though all it really did was shift the thick congestion sitting in his sinuses. "Sorry, girl."

She crawled a few inches up the couch, black nails digging into his legs through the blankets. Sighing, she dropped her head on his hip and settled in again.

"Ah-ah-ah," Klavier reproached, and drew a hand down his face. His throat stung from two full days of breathing through his mouth and every thick swallow made his ears crackle. "I need to find my phone, darling." He wiggled. Vongole slapped a paw on his leg as though to pin him down. "You're too clever, you know that?"

A few explosive sneezes accomplished what Klavier's weak will could not, and Vongole trotted off to go sleep in her bed. Klavier sat up and snatched a few tissues off the box on the coffee table and blew his nose. What a miserable existence this was. A miserable, boyfriendless existence. He'd had to call out of work (or risk the humiliation of being sent home) and cancel his reservation at Pound & Pitchfork after sitting on the waitlist for a month (it seemed losing one's band had its drawbacks). On top of all that, it had been a week since he had seen Apollo. Their only contact had been through texts, as Klavier had felt too disgusting for video chats.

Oh, right. His phone.

He found it, warm, in a pile of golden dog hair.

Apollo: I picked up some soup ingredients from the grocery store just now. why don't I come over and cook for you?

Klavier: you don't have to 😭 

Apollo: How about this: unless you explicitly tell me not to, I am coming over to cook for you

Klavier: 🥺🥺🥺

Apollo: see you in 45

Klavier sneezed and dropped his phone on his chest. When he finished blowing his nose again, he looked around at the expanse of his apartment. Vongole's toys lay scattered across the floor, a few crumpled blankets drawing lines between them like constellations. Klavier hadn't brushed his hair or his teeth that day, nor had he changed out of his pajamas. Medicine and tissues lay scattered across his coffee table and beside him, a trash can overflowed with crumpled-up tissues.

He was in no shape to entertain. He should do something about it. After all, he'd been able to dredge up the energy to feed Vongole and take her out. It shouldn't be too hard to… to…

Klavier's eyes slipped shut.

-

"Babe?" Someone shook Klavier's shoulder, disturbing a warm weight on his stomach.

"Ungh…" Klavier pressed the heel of his palm to his nose, pressing down on the bridge in hopes of relieving some congestion.

"Do you wanna eat something?"

Klavier blinked slowly. Vongole came into focus first, her head on his chest. Then… it must have been Apollo who had woken him. God, he felt disgusting and probably looked worse.

If he did, Apollo's face betrayed none of it. He wore an expression of mild concern that melted into a hesitant smile when he noticed Klavier looking at him. 

"Huh?" Klavier said elegantly, reaching out for the tissue box.

"Food," Apollo said, slowly, but not quietly (never quietly). "Do you want some?"

Klavier blew his nose, painfully aware of the wet, unpleasant noise he made. Apollo didn't seem to mind, showing his fingers to a snarling Vongole. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to make soup," Apollo said with a fond smile. Distracting Vongole with one hand, he used the other to smooth Klavier's hair out of his face. He was practically begging to get nipped, as Vongole was fiercely protective over her things (Klavier included), but Apollo didn't seem to mind.

Klavier's thoughts moved infuriatingly slowly inside the congested cavities of his skull. He must have been out, really out, if he didn't notice Apollo coming in. Or cooking. Or the inevitable confrontation with Vongole once she'd noticed his presence.

"Babe?" Apollo waved his hand in front of Klavier's face. "Do you have a fever?"

"No." Klavier shook himself. "Sorry, no, I'm fine." He sniffled and beamed at Apollo. "Soup would be lovely."

In a fit of possessiveness, Vongole crawled all the way up Klavier's body and rested her chin on his collarbone, the rest of her body smothering his.

Apollo laughed when he got back from the kitchen, kneeling so Vongole could sniff his free hand. "Somebody knows you're not feeling well, huh?"

"Nurse Vongole is on the job," Klavier agreed, though her body heat through layers of blankets was starting to stifle. He tried to sit up a little and Vongole pawed at him, her wagging tail thumping against the back of the couch. "Do you think you could get her off me?"

Before Apollo could respond, Klavier sneezed and did the job himself; Vongole jumped off the couch and walked away to occupy herself with one of the many stuffed toys littering the floor.

"Ugh." Klavier sniffled and sat up with an effort, shoving blankets onto the floor to clear a space for Apollo. "Get over here, quick."

Apollo handed Klavier the bowl he'd been cradling and sat down next to him, cuddling up despite the possibility of contagion. "Aw, is she smothering you?"

"Literally, sometimes," Klavier said. Settling the bowl in the crook between his stomach and bent legs, he rested his head on Apollo's shoulder. "I'm glad you're here, Apollo."

Apollo ruffled his hair. "What, to save you from being murdered by your own dog?"

"Yes, only that." Despite himself, Klavier let his eyes slip shut, relaxing against Apollo's shoulder.

"Hey." Apollo jostled him. "You gotta eat first. Just a little, okay?"

"Mm…" For a moment,, Klavier considered ignoring him. Or sitting back and whining until Apollo agreed to feed him. 

Although, that sounded messy and inefficient, and altogether not as romantic as it seemed on the surface.

Groaning, he forced himself upright and picked up the spoon. 

"Any good?" Apollo asked, a little too casually.

Klavier fixed him with the most dazzling smile he could manage given the circumstances. "I'm afraid I can't really taste it right now."

"Oh, right."

"But I know it's perfect."

"Oh, yeah?" Apollo's brow furrowed. "And how's that?"

"Because you made it, my dear."

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hii are your matchups still up? If so then I would like to request a matchup for twst! (If not then please feel free to ignore this!)

My name is Mari and I go by she/her!

I have long straight black hair and I’m also kinda chubby. I’m Hispanic, 19 years old and 5’1 (ik💔) and I also wear glasses because I’m blind😔. I like anime and reading manga and I also love collecting candles, especially the good smelling ones! I like spending my weekends sleeping or playing games on my phone lol. I have social anxiety so I barely go out in public so I won’t have to interact with people but when I have to I just suck it up and deal with it. I really hate loud noises, especially loud banging on doors because of trauma so I really prefer a more quiet and calm place. I love taking pictures! I always thought about becoming a photographer when I was little but criminology has my heart! I’m a big horror move fan so I really like watching and reading anything horror related (if anyone has any horror manga recommendations please tell me!) anyways I’m a very shy and quiet person but once you get to know me and I start getting comfortable around you then be ready to get annoyed with my loudness😭 my love language is quality time and words of affirmation! I love ceramics and anything to do with art. I find it very beautiful and peaceful. I love animals and I hope to get either a dog or a cat in the future:)

Okay first of all, as a fellow horror enthusiast, I have to recommend Borrasca (not a manga, apologies, but a GREAT read that will leave you emotionally devastated) and my favorite horror movies, Skinamarink (seen on my header) and Mad God! If you ever wanna chat about your favorite horror stuff, hit me up!

Also, thanks for the request!

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Silver 

Admittedly, I read “I spend my weekends sleeping” and I instantly thought of Silver, but I also think y’all would be SO cute together. 

Silver won’t know a whole lot about your hobbies admittedly, but I think he’s the kind of guy who never turns away from learning new things. He’ll gladly sit and silently observe you play video games, or he’ll watch a new movie with you, and the both of you will feel more at peace then you have in a long time. 

Really I imagine the two of you would be a safe haven for the other person, and when you’re together, there’s no pressure to put on any fronts or worry. 

Also, Silver is a man of words of affirmation, so he’ll always be tere to reassure you -  not with sugar coated words and honeyed promises, but real, genuine words of support and love. 

Silver finds photography fascinating. One day you lend him your camera and it comes back full of pictures of everything from Malleus and Lillia (of course) to the food he ate for lunch. 

When you take a picture of the two of you, he pins it to the wall above his desk, and stares at it fondly whenever he’s away from you. 

(He also keeps a copy on his person at all times).

[61below]

It’s 11:30 pm and I just about had a gd heart attack, bc we’re dog sitting a friend’s ditchdumb lab. I let her and Heikki out for one last ‘so-help-me-god-if-you-wake-me-up-at-2:30-a g a i n’ potty, and of course they go round the back of the house. Out of sight. And then only Heikki came back.

So I went out on my now-ice-covered deck in my house sandals and bathrobe and called her.

Nothing.

All the snow is melting so there was actually a fuckin hella lot of noise, but no paws coming.

So I shout again. Nothing. Put my phone under my chin, clapped. Nothing. After five gd minutes I’m now convinced that this two-bricks-short-of-a-shithouse lab decided that no, it’s Bed Time so she wants to go Home(tm) and tried to run off. ((We are several miles and a major highway away from her home, this would have been a FUCKING C R I S I S)) so I went back in and woke up Mr61below, so he could watch the deck while I start the car*

*starting a car is my last ditch go-to to get my gd weim home bc he is Ob-fucking-sessed with car rides

So I’m stumbling into my boots and jacket trying to explain my still-very-sleep-disoriented husband that I might have fuckin lost his traumatized best friend’s lab, and I got two steps off my deck before she came bounding up.

So. THANK FUCK.

Now I need like an hour to calm down enough to be able to sleep 😭

Behold, all the criminals:

[rosyjuly]

Hi ma’am when I sent in that sewis Prince au ask I didn’t ask to emotionally obliterated by your George thank you. “like it's allowed” 😭😭😭 GOD GEORGIE I can’t!!! The way he immediately stuffs all of his surprise and wonder away in a box labeled “it might be okay for others but not me” I’m CRYING. How he’s not ever seen any gay couples so open in these spaces (and I’m sure definitely not one so well known?) the thought of him watching them every time they cross paths…wondering what it would be like just to be able to hold Alex’s hand or share the peck on the cheek he just watched Seb give Lewis, at some gala where Lewis is receiving an award Seb sitting next to George just so effusive in his praise and love for Lewis and George feeling like he’s drowning… please ignore if any of this is a spoiler for anything in Prince au but the idea that Seb and Lewis might directly or indirectly help George hopefully(!!!!!!) get to a freer happier place…I would die. ❤️💜🫠 sorry to drag u to sewis in this universe too but also you absolutely brought that on yourself with ur gorgeous singer au alerting us rabid sniffer dogs that you write such beautiful sewis so really at the end of the day that’s on you 😊

anon you and i are twins separated at birth... this entire ask is just hugely true and correct. george reading through lewis's wikipedia page and carefully clicking through the references about his coming out.

googling their names and let me reference the gorgeous scholarship from the other brilliant anon who said "lewis wins an award and mentions seb in his speech and the camera pins to seb sitting at the table grinning widely and blowing him a kiss," completely unaware that he's filmed and broadcasted. and george is just. astonished that other people get to have this, get to have a husband, get to accompany them to public events, get to love them openly.

like. lewis could be happy, maybe, if he wasn't with seb. maybe. but then they're at another event (no spoilers) seb is standing by the wall with all the other family members, beaming proudly, filming on his phone even though there are cameras and photographers everywhere. but he wants to have a video! and then cordelia (my beloved, behated cordelia i am OBSESSED with her) comes over, herding a photographer so george and lewis can get a photo together. and seb, who's been standing there, beaming, with lewis's arm around him, steps away so that only lewis and george are in the photo. and then george gulps and carefully says that they should take another with the three of them. of course he would offer it to all spouses, so. and then he's watching how easily lewis and seb fit together, how they gravitate towards the other, how lewis squeezes his hand, quick, like a reassurance.

and then george thinks about what it would feel like to have alex with him at these stupid things, to have someone his eyes could return to when he's sick and tired of the pretenses, whose touch could calm him down, a focal point in the noise and chaos.

[dreaminglies]

DEUKAE REACTION TO THEIR GF BEING CUTE WHEN THEY'RE SLEEPY

thank you to 🍁 anon for requesting this! i hope you enjoy it!

and this will be the last post for this year so i hope all of you a happy new year (or if midnight has already passed, happy 2022) and i’m grateful for all of you, really! i’m glad you guys like my writing even though im definitely not the best or most consistent 😭

enough with my rambling, enjoy!

MINJI

the first time you act cute when you’re sleepy, minji is definitely surprised. you rarely act cute when you’re fully awake, so it’s definitely a pleasant surprise. when you whine and rub your eyes, minji pouts and looks at you with stars in her eyes.

minji absolutely loves it when you act cute so she takes advantage of your sleepy state to tease and fuss over you because you wouldn’t normally let her do that. if you get tired enough that you fall asleep on the couch, she will carry you to bed and tuck you in.

“are you tired, baby? YOU'RE SO CUTE!”

BORA

bora tries not to let it affect her. she really tries but the second you even look at her, she smiles and blushes like crazy. she will definitely squeal over everything you do so prepare some earplugs.

when you finally cuddle up next to her, she goes silent, trying not to scream right in your ear. when you yawn or burrow your face into the crook of her neck, she pouts and rubs your back, which eventually pushes you into a deep sleep in her arms.

“*deep breath* don’t scream don’t scream- she’s so cute i can’t do this.”

SIYEON

siyeon would try to take care of you. that doesn’t mean she doesn’t freak out over you playing with her sweater because she does! she just tries to make sure that you’re comfortable and once you’re settled down in bed, blankets wrapped around you, she joins you so you can cuddle.

when you’re sleepy, you like to play with siyeon’s hands or her sweater and she loves it a lot. like A LOT. while cuddling, you nuzzle your head into siyeon’s chest and make these little content noises. it makes her feel really happy that you feel safe and comfortable with her.

“you want a blanket, love? some extra pillows?”

HANDONG

at first, handong would be reading a book or just scrolling through her social media. but when you get sleepy, you want attention from her. she always gives you a look when you pull down her phone so she’ll pay attention to you.

when you get sleepy, and in general to be honest, you like when handong rubs your stomach. it soothes you and handong likes the little giggles you let out when she does it. whenever you look at you, she smiles and kisses your cheek so you blush.

“okay, i’ll pay attention to you. you’re getting sleepy, huh?”

YOOHYEON

yoohyeon is always on her phone playing games so it’s no surprise that when you get sleepy, you have to fight for her attention. it isn’t that hard because man, she is whipped for you. whenever you start mumbling or clinging to her, she knows you’re getting sleepy.

you like to hold hands when you get tired and she absolutely loves it. you also whine at her for kisses and she melts everytime. and okay, maybe you should be getting to bed, but you’re just so cute! and who is she to deny your request for kisses?

“yoohyeon! give me kisses!” “of course, baby!”

YUBIN

yubin doesn’t really show that she’s affected by your cuteness but she is definitely screaming in her head about it. she has to take deep breaths every time you look at her with your puppy dog eyes. she makes sure to tuck you in with all the blankets on top of you. she just wants to make sure you’re comfortable.

but when you whine and whisper that you want her in the bed next to you, she can’t say no. your pouts are her weakness and she would feel bad if she said no. she always like to take care of you when you feel tired because you’re just so cute.

“yubin… come cuddle…” “okay, i’ll be there in a second, love.”

GAHYEON

gahyeon is very loud with her love of your sleepy state. she tries not to scream and squeal every time you do something cute, but she just can’t help it. even when she looks at you, she smiles and calls you cute.

she likes to baby you even though you’re older than her but you let her. you secretly liked being babied and doted on but you’ll never tell her that. you like to grab at her shirt so you can be as close to her as humanly possible and she LOVES it. a whole lot!

“akfbahdhahd you’re so cute!!! how do you exist!!!”