#we have to smooch his mechanical eye

[geniemillies]

day 4 - lover for @lucienweekofficial 🌹🦊

not at all late (again) 🧍🏻‍♀️

🌹 — "Still pretty ♡.."

[jointherebellion215]

Worth

John "Bucky" Egan x female!reader

Summary: You're swept off your feet by one Major John C. Egan, and you love every second of it. Sequel to Birdie.

Word Count: 3.0k

Tags: female!reader, mechanic!reader, women™, period typical sexism & misogyny, fun date night, dude w/ a small dick gets rightfully called out, mostly just fun date stuff, tons of fluff

A/N: Hello all! Thank you so much for the kind words on Birdie. I really appreciate everyone's comments, they warm my heart right up. I almost didn't write this, but the thought of having these two smooch it up was too good to pass up. I also completely headcanon that Bucky has the biggest sweet tooth, oops. As always, I'd be most gracious if you were to leave a like, comment, and/or reblog :)

Read the OC Version of this story on AO3!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This story and any recognizably named characters are based solely on dramatic portrayals of the characters from the series, not the real individuals they represent. All the respect to the actual service people who fought and died in the Second World War. Also, please don't copy, repost, or translate my writing without explicit prior permission. Don't even think about it, AI!

A knock at the door brings butterflies to your stomach.

“Oh, he’s here!” Irene shouts, which is immediately met with your shushing, as well as Teresa’s.

You nervously pat your hair and check over your outfit for the evening. You’re spending your second day’s leave on a date with Bucky Egan. He had approached you last night at the pub, asking if you wanted to grab dinner. Alone. 

You, of course, said yes.

Teresa and Irene go to answer the door while you gather your purse, stuffing it with your essentials. Your friends greet him at the same time, sounding like twins.

“Good evening, Major!”

“Good evening, Major!”

You hear his deep voice reply, only a small bit of surprise leaking into his voice.

“Good evening, ladies. Is Birdie around? We have dinner plans.”

“I’m here! Hi.” You step around the wall that hides you from the front door, taking a look at the man you’d been crushing on for months. He stands tall and confident in his neatly pressed uniform, hat covering most of his dark curls. His mouth gapes, giving you a once over and attempting to speak up.

“I- You-…Uh, wow. Y-you look…” But any sweet words he attempts to say are interrupted by Irene, who comes in hot with a manic smile.

“Did you know that my daddy taught me how to shoot when I was just a little girl? I’m real good at it. They call me Oakley, back home, cause of how great a marksman I am. Y’know, like Annie Oakley?” She stepped forward, puffing up her chest and giving a frightening grin to Major Egan. You and Teresa exchanged confused looks, not knowing quite where she was going with this.

“I’m not allowed a sidearm or a rifle over here, but I’m sure I could easily borrow one from any of the fellas on base should you break my best friend’s hea—”

“OKAY! We don’t wanna be late, all the tables might be taken soon. Gotta go. Love you. Bye!” You quickly shove past the blonde, stepping over the threshold. You take Bucky’s hand and practically drag his tall form down the hallway, away from your best friend’s attempt at a shovel talk.

You faintly hear Teresa’s well wishes to you amid the aggressively whispered conversation she has with Irene. The last words you hear before the elevator door closes in front of you are a heavily accented protest from Irene.

“What? I was just trying to..!”

The pair of you stand in the elevator in silence. A slight rocking indicates the starting motion of it, which snaps you back to reality. Looking down, you realize that you’re still holding hands with Bucky. You quickly separate your hand from his, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Your friends seem nice.”

Your head snaps to glance at Bucky, who is already looking at you. A sincere smile graces his face, not a hint of mocking in his eyes. 

“I’m glad you have them looking out for you.” 

You feel your face start to cool down, making you comfortable enough to respond. 

“They drive me nuts sometimes. But they’re the best friends I could ever ask for.” You mean every word. 

You see John nod, so you turn back to look to the elevator doors in front of you. An awkward pause.

“You look beautiful.”

Another pause. “What?”

“It’s what I meant to say earlier. That you look beautiful. Because you do.”

Heat quickly returns to your cheeks, spreading throughout your whole upper body. You give a bashful smile, peeking up at him through your lashes. You gaze into his eyes for a moment.

“Thank you, Johnny. You look quite handsome yourself.” The Major adjusts his hat, covering just the tips of his ears. He returns your gaze with an uncharacteristically nervous grin. The floor gives a slight rattle, elevator door and gate opening to reveal the lobby.

John straightens up, holding out his arm for you to take. You tentatively weave your hand within the crook of his elbow. He gently presses his arm in, bringing your body closer to his. 

You meet your other hand in its position and let Bucky lead you out of the hotel and into the evening air.

✨

“That was so delicious! I never knew that a roast could be so tender…”

The pair of you were walking arm-in-arm down a cobblestone street, just having finished dinner. It was a wonderful time. Bucky had been the perfect gentleman, but made his interest in you clear without being sleezy.

He was entirely focused on you the whole time. He asked questions and was genuinely invested in your answers. Conversation came to the two of you like a duck to water. After a shared glass of wine, his hand had slowly inched towards yours. Soon he had cradled it in his, like you were a precious commodity, until your meals arrived. You could hardly keep your eyes off of each other long enough to even promptly acknowledge the wait staff, which you were sure annoyed some and amused others.

Safe to say, John Egan was doing his best to sweep you off your feet.

You hadn’t discussed any other plans for after dinner, but the walk you’re on now is nice enough to give you reason to stick close together.

Bucky nods along, “And that fruit tart? Incredible.”

You laugh, leaning into your date, “I knew that would be your favorite part. You’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, don’t you?” 

Bucky holds his hands up with a mischievous smirk on his face, “Hey, I plead the fifth.” 

“I’ll admit, I’ve never seen someone so adamant on having some coffee with his sugar.” You continue to tease him. He nudges you playfully, giving a smooth grin in return.

“Hey, we’re in a war! If you see something sweet,” Bucky surprises you by picking you up and twirling you around, getting a full belly laugh from you as he sets you back on the ground.

“You gotta snatch it up and enjoy it while you can.”

You have a feeling that he wasn’t just talking about food. 

By that point, you’re leaning against his front, hands on both of his shoulders. The moment has shifted into something else. Something different. His eyes roam your face, eventually stopping on your lips. Just as he starts to lean in, the moment is shattered by the sound of instruments starting up nearby. Bucky flinches, cursing the ill-timed disruption. 

Oblivious to his turmoil, you gasp in delight and look around for the source of the music.

“Do you hear that? I think there’s a band playing!” 

You spot a few people walk into what looks like a club. It barely a stone’s throw from where you’re both currently standing. 

Bucky quickly recovers, “Should we grab a drink? Have a dance or two?”

You beam at him, and his heart stutters in his chest once more. After you give a nod, you place your hand in his arm and let him lead you into the club.

The two of you step into the establishment, and the energy is almost electric. There are mills of people walking about, drinking, talking, laughing. There’s a great score more on the dance floor, hopping and jiving along to the band you now knew you’d heard earlier. There weren’t a lot of uniforms present, but the ones that were were RAF.

Bucky guides you to the bar, hand on your back until you're both sat on a pair of stools. Your drinks are quickly ordered and served, so your night continues. You both allow yourselves to talk shop for a moment, so your conversation turns towards what you were working on before your leave. As you get to discussing the more intricate parts of your project, you hear a scoff from behind you.

John quickly looks over your shoulder, spotting the culprit.

“Excuse me, is there a problem here?”

You turn around to find a uniformed man taking a sip of his whiskey, RAF logo plastered on the lapel. He mockingly shakes his head, placing the glass down on the bar.

“No, no problem at all.”

Bucky, ever the confrontationist, persists. “It seems like there’s a problem here.”

You gesture towards the man, silently indicating that he was welcome to speak his mind. 

“It’s not enough that you Yanks come over to our country, destroy our pubs and disrespect our women with your recklessness. But you can’t even keep your own women in check! She should be at home, away from the war, for God’s sake. Taking care of the house and the children. You know, doing feminine duties.”

You had heard all of this before, so it was no skin off your back to hear it again. You roll your eyes and decided to just ignore him. Then the man started to laugh, as if he was in on a private joke.

“I mean, a female mechanic? Between that and your daytime missions, it’s no wonder you’re all dropping like flies.”

You let out an exhale, letting the air stream out through your nose. In your periphery, you see Bucky start to stand— to, no doubt, escalate the situation. You stop him with a hand on his chest. He sits back down, looking between you and the man who had just insulted you. You set your glass down, hopping off the stool and giving a slow clap. 

“I’m so glad to know that some people still live in the Stone Age, where apparently all a woman is good for is cooking and giving birth! Thank you so much for showing us exactly what a lack of education and individual thought looks like! See where we are—over in modern times— women can do whatever the hell they want. That includes fixing your planes and jeeps, operating your radios, driving your trucks, and even training your allies to use machine artillery!”

The RAF soldier realizes what he’s gotten himself into but is backed into a corner of the bar as you pace forward with each scathing word that leaves your mouth.

“Never mind all the bullshit you just spouted about what a woman is fit to do. I think that women can decide for ourselves exactly what we can and cannot do. As for my countrymen, I’m proud to serve alongside them. They go up every day willing to sacrifice themselves so that the rest of us don’t have to. They’re gonna be remembered for their bravery and grit. They’re not cowardly enough to hem and haw and stick up their noses at the thought of a woman doing something other than popping out a kid and ironing their pleats.”

The music has dulled down, but you don’t have the complete attention of the club. That gives you the courage to say your final piece.

“Never you mind. I'm confident that the men I serve with, including the man I have with me tonight, aren’t anything like you. Thank God for that! They're not so…” You take an exaggerated glance towards the man’s crotch, scrunching up your nose. “…small-minded.”

Leaving the gaping man behind, you turn to Bucky and ask if he wants to go get some air. He picks his jaw up off the floor quick enough to nod and lead you back outside into the street.

Hey, hanging around Irene pays off sometimes.

As you step out into the night air, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You feel John step up behind you, voice carefully asking,

“Hey, are you okay? Birdie?”

You continue to stand with your eyes closed. You just needed a moment.

“I’ve come too far to let anyone’s opinion of me, or my career choices, effect me.”

You open your eyes and look over your shoulder at your date. He gives an understanding nod, stepping closer to you. He places his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. You lean back into him, closing your eyes once more, letting him comfort you for the time being.

“Sorry if I ruined the night.”

You can feel a rumble from Bucky’s chest as he chuckles. “Oh, this night’s far from ruined. In fact, that was probably the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

One of your eyes pops open. You crane your neck to peek at him, “Even better than the time you told me about Curt knocking out an RAF officer in one punch?”

“Yep.”

“Winning that bet to get your bicycle?”

“Oh, for sure.”

“Better than your fruit tart from dinner?”

His smile widens, “Okay, let’s not get crazy here. Maybe it was top ten.”

“Top ten?!” You playfully gasp, turning around to face him again. You rest your hands on your hips, “What’s a girl gotta do to rank above a fruit tart around here?”

“Well…” You scoff and shove Bucky at the cheeky smirk he gives you. You’re quickly distracted by the sound of the band inside starting up again. This time with a familiar tune.

“Oh, your song’s on, Johnny!”

Bucky tosses his hat to the side, steps back and gives a very unserious bow. He then sneers with a hyper-nasal impression of the RAF officer you’d just affronted.

“My lady.”

You roll your eyes and give a joking curtsy in return, taking his offered hand. He pulls you into a proper stance for a waltz, which is a complete offset to the jive song that reaches your ears. You both jokingly hop along in the awkward squared formation for a moment, giggling to yourselves. 

He gently pushes on your hip while outstretching his hand, so you take the cue and twirl until you’re both standing at each other’s fingertips. A quick grasp of your hand and a pull twirls you right back into his arms, bumping into his chest. The moment made you burst into laughter, leaning into your dance partner until the song ends. 

The next song is a much slower tune, giving Bucky the chance to pull you in close. You hum along to the band playing, sidling up to the Major’s chest. He places a hand in yours and loops the other around your waist. Your free arm gently drapes under his and over his shoulder, encouraging a lean into his firm body. You both give a slow sway, leading each other back and forth in the quiet echoes of the street. Closer than before.

“You know, I’ve been plucking up the courage to ask you to dinner for a while now.” 

You lay your head on the knuckles of your hand that rest on his shoulder, responding lowly. 

“Really?”

You continue to sway.

“Yeah.”

You’re curious, so you ask, “What made you finally do it?”

He thinks on the answer for a moment, almost chewing on his thoughts. John is not the kind of person to typically contemplate over an answer, so you gift him all the time in the world to respond. You recognize how important that is to him.

“I… I think that it was a lot of little things.” He pulls you in closer. “Your smile, your eyes, the way you talk about the things you love. Birdie, you are so personable with everyone you come into contact with and it’s so magnetic.” 

The flow of compliments shocks you, not expecting this barrage of details to come from the man in front of you. But you dance on anyways.

“But I really think what did me in was yesterday, at the pub. When you looked at me during your song.”

You remember. You know exactly what he was talking about. Whatever he must have felt, you know that you felt it too.

He continues to speak in an intimate tone as you sway along in the street.

“I felt my entire life click into place. It was like everything suddenly made sense. I didn’t have to wonder about what my life was going to be like in five, ten, fifteen years. Because I knew.”

He pulls back to look you in the eye, and the amount of vulnerability in his eyes floors you. 

“I’ll be honest, it scared the shit outta me. It terrified me.”

You understand what he meant. This is all new to him, as it is to you. You pull his forehead to touch yours, noses gently brushing one another, as you offer your best words of comfort in that moment.

“Sometimes, you have to do what scares you the most to find out what’s worth doing.” 

He cups your face, letting his lips ghost against yours. He made his intentions clear, but it was up to you to decide how you move forward.

So, you close your eyes and take the leap.

Your lips press into his, hands stroking the arms that were framing your face. He immediately responds in kind, lips moving in tandem with yours. You melt into him at the reciprocated motion. His arms soon move to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. Your arms reach around his neck, hands resting at the nape of his neck. As he deepens the kiss, you run your hands up, down, and through the dark curls on the back of his head, earning a groan from your partner.

A burst of warmth sparks from within your very being, traveling further and further through your body until you’re consumed by flames. Half of your mind is scrambling to make sense of reality, and the other half is completely consumed by passion.

After a moment, you reluctantly separate from one another, panting to catch your breath. It’s as if the world stopped spinning when you connected, and then started up again when you parted. 

Giving a nervous look to the man you just kissed, you’re elated when he gives you an ear-to-ear grin. He grasps one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. His other hand comes up to cup your face again, thumb gently stroking your cheekbone.

You stay silent for the time being, letting the moment marinate. He brings up your joined hands to kiss the back of your palm. Your heart jumps with joy at the sight.

Bucky gives an exhale before breaking the silence.

“You are most definitely worth it.”

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@jegulus-microfic | april 5: slap | 1.3k words

a little theater rivals to lovers au where reg and james are double casted to the same role and james rips the only costume they have the day of regulus' opening night (cw: slight violence)

big big smooch to @ecstarry for the idea ily <3

A loud ripping sound echoed through the auditorium, causing everyone to immediately stop what they were doing, despite being in the middle of a scene. Even in the shadowed wings, Regulus’ expression was very visible and did not bode well for the rest of the cast. 

Or more specifically, for James Potter. 

Regulus’ jaw had dropped slightly, leaving his mouth agape, and a look of complete disbelief in his eyes. Shaking his head slightly, he seemed to come back to himself, shock morphing into an intense red-hot rage. It ran through his veins, replacing his blood, burning through everything in its path and was radiating from him in waves. 

Creating pure destruction and leaving only anger clouding Regulus’ mind, shown by the hardening of his eyes and clenching of his fists. 

He felt his nails dig into the soft flesh of his palm, nearly piercing the skin but instead forming harsh pink dents. Though they’d be nearly impossible to see through the already purpling bruises there.

Maybe Sirius was right and he needed to find better coping mechanisms… he could unpack that at a different time.  

At that moment he had more important things to deal with, such as James Potter, his theatre rival of three years, ripping the only costume they had the morning of their performance opening. 

“I can not fucking believe you, Potter!”

He started towards the horror-struck boy, stomping across the stage, and swung his arm with as much force as he could garner. The sound of the slap masked horrified gaps from the cast members on stage, but couldn’t hide the way Potter’s head flew to the side. 

Huh. Maybe Regulus was stronger than he thought. 

As Potter stared at him with an emotion he couldn’t quite identify, (because, while he knew Potter wasn’t the sanest of people, there was no way he was crazy enough to be looking at the person who’d just slapped him hard enough to knock him back a few steps with awe) Regulus shook out his hand with a wince. That had fucking hurt. 

“REGULUS!” his Drama teacher, Mr Slughorn, shouted. He had an annoying nasally voice that went right through him, he genuinely hated the man but he usually loved acting enough to let it slide. This was not one of those moments. 

“Wha-why-you” he rambled, hands frantically waving around “Why on Earth would you slap Mr Potter?” 

“He just ripped my fucking costume! We don’t have another, what was I meant to do? I can’t go on stage naked,” Regulus complained. 

He knew it was a bad idea the minute Slughorn had suggested Potter run through a final dress rehearsal. He was B cast! It was A cast’s night which meant it was Regulus’ night. 

Potter was looking at him strangely, his brows were furrowed slightly, almost as if he too was confused. He was staring at him with both reverence and irritation. Then in a split second, the irritation took over and he came out of his stupor. 

“You could have maybe, I don’t know, not fucking hit me?” he snapped, “it’s not like I did it on purpose!” 

Regulus scoffed, “You definitely did!” and stepped even closer to Potter, pointing his finger at him and pushing it into his chest, “You’ve been praying for my downfall since the second you saw me beat you, just admit it, I am better.” 

“ENOUGH!” bellowed Slughorn, Regulus had completely forgotten he was there, in fact, he’d forgotten anyone else was in the room with them. That was weird. “Both of you are to go to the supply closet and find something else for Mr Black to wear tonight, we’ll have something somewhere.” 

Huffing and sending Potter a death glare, Regulus swiftly turned around and stormed off stage, hearing Potter’s footsteps behind him as confirmation he was being followed. 

Great. This was exactly what he needed. Alone time with James Fucking Potter. He hated him. He had since the first time Regulus auditioned for a school musical in year 8. 

He remembered being so scared, he was shaking and praying he wouldn’t vomit up his organs, then Potter flounced in, all big hair and a cocky smile. He barely even spared Regulus a look before announcing to the other people in the room that Regulus would never get the part and he’d be stuck playing a tree in the background. 

He was right of course, Regulus had been so nervous he’d fucked his audition completely and had ended up not even having a single line. 

Potter got the lead. 

He vowed that day to never let Potter beat him to a role again, and so far he hadn’t, managing to get the male lead in every performance since. 

Ranting under his breath, Regulus continued listening to Potter’s footsteps, praying that he’d trip over something and fall flat on his face. Sadly, that did not happen and they both arrived at the storage closet unharmed.

Well, except for Potter’s face, a bright red mark was blossoming across his cheek. In his room, Regulus had a shelf of little trophies and awards he’d earned, but this was the most valuable. He wanted to take a picture of it and display it like a tapestry. He’d wanted to knock the crooked smile of his face for years now.

“What the fuck are you smiling about, this is your fault” Potter snapped, reaching forward to push the door open, having to bang it a bit, it had been given to the drama department after the lock had broken leaving it so that you can only open it from the outside.

“My fault?!” Regulus seethed, anger rearing up again as he followed Potter into the closet, “I’m sorry, did I rip the costume? Because, now forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure that was you!”

“I’ve said already it was an accident, god you’re insane”

“I’m insane? Are you fucking joking? I’ll show you insane” Regulus snapped stepping into Potter’s space.

The door slammed behind them and a loud click told them it had locked. 

Well fuck.

Potter stared at him for a second before bursting into laughter. Curling over, wiping away tears, booming laughter, while Regulus wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and disappear. 

“What by locking us in a confined space together? Great plan Reggie” he choked out, still cackling.

Regulus ran a hand through his hair, messing up the precise curls. “Don’t call me that!” then turned to start pulling at the door, desperate to set them free, but no matter how hard he pulled at the handle it wouldn’t budge.

“Stop laughing at me” Regulus mumbled, hitting his head against the door and groaning, the situation was embarrassing enough without Potter taking the piss.

The laughing trailed off suddenly and Regulus cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, not expecting to actually be listened to. Potter was gawking at him, eyes sparkling, his jaw dropped slightly. 

Narrowing his eyes, Regulus met his gaze, “What?” he sneered.

Potter slowly moved towards him and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear, his face fell from anger to confusion and Regulus was holding his breath. He wasn’t sure why. It felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Their eyes locked and the world around them disappeared.

Then they were kissing, lips meeting bruisingly, and Regulus didn’t know who had moved first. It was desperate and hungry, tongues exploring each other's mouths and breathy gasps being shared between them. Potter’s hands threaded through his hair and pulled, causing his lips to part around a guttural moan.

He grabbed Potter by the shoulders and shoved him slightly, leaving about an inch between their faces, “This means nothing, I still fucking hate you” he mumbled into Potter’s mouth then he grabbed his face and pulled him in again and proceeded to practically eat him alive.

[whiskeypascals]

Ellie Finds Out

Summary: Ellie sees you and Joel smooching and he comes out to her.

(established relationship)

Being alone in the apocalypse is hard, thankfully there were some people that Joel could have with him, he would never admit it, but Y/N and Ellie were two of the very few reasons he kept fighting to live. he had to protect the two of them.

The three had been out of the QZ for at least two months, it was admittedly difficult at first, one because Neither Y/N or Joel had taken a liking to Ellie yet and hadn’t learned to trust her, but after the infected had almost got Y/N in the museum and Ellie fought one of them off, it changed for Y/N, Joel soon trusting her slightly more.

The three were camping out for the night in a small town, Y/N found a house that was long forgotten and Ellie and Joel followed in after him. Joel decided before it got too dark to see without a flashlight, he would set up some sort of mechanism to alert the group if anything were to approach the house in the middle of the night.

“You two stay here.” he said as he left the room they chose to sleep in that night

Y/N and Ellie set up all three of the sleeping bags on the floor and set up a small lantern in between them.

“Why are your sleeping bag and Joel’s right next to each other?” Ellie asks Y/N

She was right, Y/N had set up Joel’s sleeping bag only a few inches from his own.

“It’s incase someone comes in here in the middle of the night, Joel’s bad at setting up traps, you remember Henry and Sam getting in and we thought they were about to kill us.” Y/N explained to Ellie, who snickered to herself

“But why would that be necessary if someone got in?” she asked again

“Joel’s right, you ask way too many questions” Y/N said before moving to a window to look outside for Joel. He was almost done with the trap outside and looked up at the window right as Y/N was looking out.

Joel came inside when it started to get dark, he didn’t want to risk anyone or anything coming out in the cover of night.

Ellie and Y/N were just starting to get into their sleeping bags as he opened the door to the room. Joel went to lock the door but was stopped when Y/N said

“Door doesn’t lock.”

He tested it earlier when they first came in and found that out.

Joel sighed and made his way to his “bed” for the night and yawned.

“We’ll be okay old man” Y/N whispered to him. He knew Joel was tired but he didn’t like to sleep in fear that something would happen to the people he promised himself to protect.

Y/N looked over at Ellie, who was thought to be sleeping or just about to sleep, she was turned to face the opposite side of the room. He looked back at Joel and gave him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I’m only a few years older than you Y/N” Joel whispered laying down and letting out a grunt when his head hit the hard floor.

They both heard Ellie shift in the sleeping bag but chose to ignore it, again, they thought she was sleeping. Truth was that she was awake, listening to the two older men talk, she kept her eyes closed to not blow her cover, the shifting was her turning over to look at the pair across from her.

Y/N laid down soon after Joel and curled up to Joel’s abdomen. Joel turned on his side and put his hand on Y/N’s hip and went in to kiss him. Ellie heard the shuffling of the two men and opened her eyes to see that they were kissing and Joel had a strong grip on Y/N’s t-shirt. Her eyes went wide and she quickly closed her eyes and turned over again to face the wall, being as quiet as possible.

Ellie woke up first, she waited on Joel to wake up because she knew he would be the first.

It look about 15 minutes for Joel to sit up, he rubbed the back of his neck and went to pop it. he turned it to the side and saw Ellie sitting up on the wall, wide awake.

“Mornin Ellie, are you hungry at all?” he asked motioning to his backpack.

“No, thank you though.” she said standing up and stretching her arms above her head. “Hey, I have a question.” she said walking over to sit criss-crossed on the floor next to Joel.

He raised an eyebrow, “What’s up kid?” he replied, grabbing a thermos out of his bag and opening it to take a swig of coffee.

Y/N shifted and Joel looked down to check on him, he was still sleeping, but he did pull the cover of his sleeping bag up to his shoulder, Joel looked back at Ellie and took another drink

“Are you gay?”

Joel nearly choked on his coffee. he cleared his throat and set the thermos down.

“Y’know, I would lie to you but I know you would eventually find out if I did.” he said looking her in the eyes.

Ellie nodded and pursed her lips.

“And… are you and Y/N… together?” she said with long pauses

“I-is that a problem?”

“No I had a sneaking suspicion, saw you guys kissing last night and it would be awkward if you all weren’t together.” Ellie laughed out

Joel cut his eyes, “you were asleep when i got back Ellie.” he said with a quizzical look

“I was pretending, I was just gonna see if you were talking about anything serious, which I’m glad you weren’t but… yeah..” she rambled, pursing her lips again.

Joel crossed his arms and looked at Ellie for a minute, opened his mouth as if he was about to start talking and then closed it again.

“How long have you known? ya know, that your gay?” Ellie broke the silence.

“No more questions after this, ‘kay?”

Ellie nodded

“College.” Joel said

“So you’ve known for like eighty years, cool, I just found out a year ago.”

“Hey. I’m not that ol- what?”

Just as Ellie was about to answer Joel, Y/N sat up and yawned, he saw Ellie and Joel were already awake and sent Ellie a small smile.

“Can I have some of that?” he asked Joel, pointing at the coffee.

Joel handed him the thermos and he took a long drink, handing it back to Joel he noticed that both he and Ellie were staring at him.

“What?” he asked.

Ellie stood up and walked over to her sleeping bag and started to pack up her things while Y/N and Joel talked.

“We’ll be right back Ellie, don’t go anywhere and-“ Y/N started

“Yell for one of you if there’s trouble, got it.” Ellie smiled as Joel and Y/N started out of the door.

Right when they got out of the room, Y/N grabbed Joel’s hand and walked him down the hallway.

“I told Ellie about us.” Joel said breaking the silence apart from their shoes on the hard ground.

“Did she see anything?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Just us kissin’ last night, nothing else.”

“Fuck, okay good.” Y/N huffed out a laugh.

Joel laughed and pulled him in for a kiss, both of their lips tasted like coffee. Y/N was the first to pull away, “Sorry about my morning breath,” he smiled “Lets go pack up our stuff.” he reached down and grabbed Joel’s hand and led him back to the ‘bedroom’.

The group finished packing and left the house, Ellie walking in the middle and Joel and Y/N on either side of her.

Joel couldn’t help but wonder what Ellie meant when she said that she only found out last year, he shook off the thought, adjusted his backpack straps and kept on walking to wherever they would be going next.

A/N: IM SORRY IM SO SLOW AT GETTING REQUESTS OUT!!! I’ve been hit with massive writers block and i’m posting a draft this week 😕

[idv-sunsxin3]

can i request a scenario with pavia, horropedia, and diggers saying i love you to them for the first time 👀👉👈

Horropedia, Pavia, Diggers // "I Love You."

Note// Yes, I finished writing this on April Fool's. And no, I don't feel like getting pranked, but I don't mind being booped by moots/ih😇✨️

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"Y/N, come check this out!"

He was just about to talk to you more about the twin dolls he had on his gun at the moment he saw you enter the room. Noting the little details of their design, and even how he managed to make these mechanisms behave in such a complex manner of mischief to make them seem as unpredictable and intimidating to enemies.

He didn't expect you to suddenly say something much more intimate during one of these casual conversations you both usually share.

You were silently admiring the sight of his focused, intelligent eyes, the way his head tilts once in a while to inspect his work, and his incoherent mumbling to himself as if having some occasional internal debates. Until you blurted these words out.

"I love you."

His fingers halted for a bit once he heard you. His eyes stopped being fixed on his firearm to look at you. His features were notably shocked for a moment, yet it wasn't for long that they returned back to grinning once again. It isn't unsure whether it is because he's playing his cards again or not.

Nonetheless, his cheeks are lightly flustered with a soft hue. It could have been more noticeable if the lamp on his desk wasn't the only source of light in the dark room.

"I know." he replies calmly while throwing a sneaky look, "That’s very dangerous of you to say, though."

His observant eyes stare through yours as his face creeps closer to yours to the point your noses nearly touch. The statement indirectly reminds you of the several times he told you about how love stories tend to get disturbed by certain means of phenomenons, tragedies, and terrors caused by ruthless antagonists.

It is not often that lovers would end up happy together at the end of a horror movie. Sometimes, Horropedia would adapt these kinds of survival principles to real-life situations.

Yet even so, his hands find itself resting on yours. A strange sense of comfort sneaks through your skin by contact.

"It's bad for me... but I don't mind testing the waters with how long we can keep this up."

He interwines your fingers with his, as if they're meant to be that way... Just as the way your lips collide with his, the second he moved the last inch towards you.

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"I love you."

You softly said it as you played with your lover's hands. You were talking about a sad day that happened to you with him. In the end, Diggers managed to cheer you up a bit with his words of affirmation.

"I fancy you more, darling."

He wasn't hesitant on replying sweetly, his eyes half-lidded and droopy, but his smile warmth as the sunrise. He rubs your cheekbone gently with his thumbs while gazing at you lovingly, as if his hands were holding the world itself.

Once noticing you finish drinking from your cup, he unspeakably pulls away from your hold to fetch the jug of juice for a refill. Knowing you well, a single cup of juice won't quench your thirst in a sunny day at a van.

...

"... it's quite new to hear that from you."

Diggers realizes that you finally say the magic words for the very first time. The thought of hearing these words from you crosses his mind, noting how he hasn't heard them from somewhere at all until now.

He had this dumbfounded look for a moment until he made a tiny "o" shape on his mouth. Before not wasting a second to turn around and face back at you.

He was wearing that same glance as if he fell in love with you all over again. Seemingly, they rather looked happier than shock.

"Oh, my muse... my love, my sunshine, my moon, and all my stars."

He gushes delightfully in a low whisper, clearly impacted in the most wonderful way he has never thought of himself. He has this urge to embrace you and flutter you with smooches until he can't feel his lips -

Yet having this tiny fear of scaring you away with any sudden advances, he only surrounded you slowly in his arms before he planted a lingering kiss on your forehead. Connecting your foreheads once he closes his eyes and hums with a soft smile.

"You're the loveliest gift god has sent to me..." He whispers as he cradles your head with his hand in an adoring manner.

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You said it without thinking twice. Seeing him eat gelato with a spoon while still holding your hand with his unoccupied one was something special.

You slowly learn that he never had the plans to pull away at all. Not even whenever you take the initiative to hold hands, embrace one another, and start sneaking these whispers of affection in dark alleyways.

So after finishing the cold dessert, he walks you through the dark streets wanderlessly before turning to a corner. You pull him by the arm close to you so you can lean on him, but this gesture made Pavia pull you back and swing you towards the wall- pinning you against it.

"Now what, bella? Do you really want to stick around here?"

He sounds a bit annoyed by the tone on his question, yet the way he gently brushes his jewelry from his knuckles on your cheek says otherwise.

"Aren't you quite a crazy one?"

"Mm.." You hum as you lean on his touch, "I get that a lot."

"What are you trying to say to me now then, mm..?"

"...I love you."

You now sounded quiet but clear enough to the other. Your lips were close enough to his ear that he could feel you breathing softly against him.

"...?"

The mercenary finds himself dropping his hands from the sides of your head to wrap his deadly arms around you. They rest firmly on your hip and lower back while his back is now leaning on the brick wall once he swing your back around.

"..."

Pavia acts like it was nothing serious at first when he heard you, his eyes unreadable through his shades as he scrutinizes your face like a predator does to a prey for a few silent seconds. However, the tone of his voice remains inexpicable and probably a malicious mischief.

"Oh, you're dancing with fire, little daredevil..."

That's when he grabs you by the collar before smashing your lips with his, swiftly bringing you deeper into the alleyway...

"Two can play this game~"

.

.

.

Several days later, you find yourself being led by him to your house that is now piled up with a lot of boxes that are filled with gifts. Most of them bring a variety of different jewelries.

"I got them as souvenirs, but it turns out none of them are my style... Keep them. whether you like it or not, I'm looking forward to seeing you trying one of them~"

Obviously hinting that these gifts were bought for you;;

[babybearcookie]

ATEEZ Age Regression/Caregiver HC

not requested

this is an age regression headcanon; if you don't like that, don't read it, age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i will be blocking anyone who might sexualize it

Seonghwa

as a caregiver

so,,,

we all know where this'll start, right?

momhwa

everyone's favourite, like there'll be wars to get his attention

even if there's no one around, his baby wouldd always be seeking his attention

maybe by showing something they'd made or misbehaving

he's tried to say that 'if you want attention, you just have to ask'

but no bc that would not be right

right??

no clue, seongwha doesn't rly get why his attention is so important but he thinks it's kinda cute either way

when he's watching over his little, he's also just content sitting there, doing nothing other than keeping his eyes on them

but even with as soft as he can be

he WILL call you out when you misbehave or cuss at him

he hears a commotion happen and he knows his baby is in the middle of it?

uh oh

"you stop that right now, little one!"

and you will bc he has pretty much mastered the 'don't you dare' stare

and you don't wanna be on the receiving end of that

well, that depends

bc it usually works on someone regressed younger

but if they're a kid regressor, they'll probably just constantly push to see how much he'll take

and you'll know when he's had enough bc, not only will he tell you, but you can also see it in his eyes.... shuddering at the thought of being on the other end of those

but he will soften up as soon as his baby acts cute toward him

just a cute little gesture and some puppy dog eyes and they're back in the warmth, so to speak

seonghwa would be so devoted to the role of someone's caregiver

he has so much love to give and being able to just take care of someone's every need while they're small and vulnerable and innocent and adorable?

it's a hell yeah from him

having someone to baby like that is one of his favourite things

he's not very loud and/or wild when in his caregiver headspace, so a calm regressor would be the best fit for him

but he would of course never reject being someone's caregiver just because they aren't calm

he'll just guide them into calm states a lot, since those are his favourites

he loves loves loves having his baby lay in the crook of his arm, cuddling into him, as they follow along in the book he's reading aloud for them

it's even better if it's a little longer of a story, since he absolutely adores looking down randomly to see his baby having fallen asleep to his voice

though, as much as he likes when his little is calm small, he does NOT like it when it's bc they're sick or down

then he starts fussing and worrying over them

he hears one unhappy whine and his cool, calm and collected nature is out the window

might even call for backup from another member if he's RLY worried

and he dreads taking his eyes off of his baby for even a second when they're in that state

when he does have to, he leaves them with a million kisses being placed all over their face (mostly on their forehead) and just holding on to them

that goes on for like 10 minutes, less if the little falls asleep while he comforts them, before he can do what he needs to go out and do

when regressed

i definitely believe that he's a shy little baby

he keeps to himself a lot, doesn't seek out the attention

he loves being warm n cuddly

big sweaters n coats n blankets

give them to him, let him snuggle up pls

he also love his kitty ears headband

he got it as a gift, it has little bells hanging from the ears

it's his favourite accessory when he's regressed

he's the type to, as soon as he sees his caregiver, he gives them a smooch on their cheek

it's become his way of greeting them

he's feeling just a little bit small, his reserve of being affectionate in front of others goes away

and it's become a method of payment, if you will

if he asks for something, his caregiver will pretend to think about it very hard and then tell him that it costs him a kiss on their cheek

which he gives happily

can still be a bit shy about doing it in front of others but still does it

bc he gets such cute reactions when he does it regressed

a lot more coos than if he were to do it when he's big

flappy hands when frustrated or excited

it can result in some injuries if we aren't careful

like, hitting himself, but that happens more if his frustration isn't taken care of

he just need someone to help him calm down

he's just feeling a lot of feelings that needs to be expressed :((

is pretty calm and quiet until you put on girlgroup songs, best of all twice, then he'll jump up to have a dance party wherever he is

and of course, movie nights are the how to train your dragon movies 50% of the time

he even acts out toothless' facial expressions while watching the movies

not for anyone, i don't even think he himself knows he's doing it, but it's adorable either way

he has a million toothless plushies hidden all around

he always have one ready to grab

he's never more than 50 meters from one, like it's excessive

when going out, he either brings a little plushie or a stuffed toothless keyring accessory

Hongjoong

as a caregiver

i'll just say it now

he's definitely the type to dress you up all fancy just to go to the store or park

like those parents who dress their toddlers like they're young adults

but he makes sure you enjoy your outfit too

it's actually more that he matches his outfit with what you like to wear, just a more grown-up version of it

he's loud and you know when you've reached his line

he'll yell but not in a scary way, more like in a way that makes it fun to get him to that point

but if he actually feels like he needs to discipline his little, he'll do it when in private

never in front of others

both for his own sake and his baby's sake

something like that is very personal

and never actually yelling. he's very aware that there are some things you never do to a child, and never ever to someone who may already have certain triggers

dramatic dad tho

but also very very sweet and considerate

if you see something in a store, he'd be game to go and buy it for you

he just likes to provide like that

and it makes him happy when his little one is happy

he's very aware of people's relationship to being touched, as it's something he struggles with himself

so he'll always ask before doing anything involving touching

"do you want a hug, baby?"

one thing he does love is when you lay your head in his lap uwu

"can you hold my hand while walking outside, sweetheart?"

he knows that his baby would rather have him with them all the time, but as his role as leader and the time he spends in the studio, there are some days when he doesn't get back till late

but he always makes sure to stop by his baby's room, check in on them and give them a kiss on their forehead

probably have something, like tying a little bow with some string around your finger, to let you know you'd been kissed goodnight if you were to wake

when regressed

he mostly uses aegyo as a weapon

if he wants something or wants to avoid doing something, out comes the squishy cheeks and big puppy eyes

and it's super effective

excited and polite baby

also very bitey

he doesn't know what to do with his affection and his energy a lot

so he just bites ppl

his caregiver is going to get bitten the most

it's done out of love though <3

if he gets a lot of love, he might get a bit emotional

pull back and isolate himself

it's not that he doesn't like getting loved on or being around those who love on him

he's just used to being the one having to keep it together

so if you see him become quiet and pulling back, go with him and hold him as he cries

baby has sensory issues

when he isn't regressed it mostly manifests in not wanting to be touched

but when he's small it shows a bit more

some days he's okay with most things but

some days he needs his sensory clothes and can't even handle his hair touching his forehead in a wrong way

and he wants to show affection but doesn't like the feeling of being held onto

so he finds something, holds it at one end and offers the other end for his cg to hold onto

hongjoong can easily get pulled out of his headspace though

so, it's best to hide everything that reminds him of his responsibilities when in his adult headspace

there's nothing worse than when he suddenly gets pulled out of his regression

he'll get overstimulated and confused and dizzy at the sudden shift

and there's nothing to do rly, other than leave him be to get himself to the right place mentally

Yunho

as a caregiver

for me, yungho seems like the one most likely to be physically affectionate with his baby

not that the others wouldn't be, but he's just something else

he's always holding his baby's hand and pulling them into his arms

just always touching them in some way

hand on their back or arm(s) around their shoulder(s)

cuddles are a must with him

he loves loves loves just laying with his baby

bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces

he feels nothing but bliss and happiness if his baby lays themselves on him

most likely to love giving you 'uppies'

he also loves teasing his little with threats of eating them

opening his mouth around one of your fingers and softly chomping down on it, just as a little joke

"you're just so cute, i wanna eat you!"

"Daddy's gonna eat you, baby!"

big fan of listening to baby talk coming from his little

just gibberish directed towards him and him going

"oh really? wow, tell me more!"

and in that vein, he also has conversations with stuffies

if his baby says one of their stuffie said something, he'd look at the stuffie and talk to it

absolutely playing along, not ever a question coming from him

(he also secretly loves playing dress up, feeling good when he's dressed as the prince or knight that saves you)

he actually reminds me a bit of bandit from bluey with the way he just goes along with his baby's shenanigans

i don't know how else to say it but

he's just so warm and loving

he would go above and beyond as a caregiver

do everything in the world to make sure his little felt loved

i really feel like he'd be the best caregiver of the bunch,,

he works so hard to make himself a safe space for others

when regressed

naps, a lot of naps for this one

he gets very confused a lot

just big questioning eyes

being confused a lot can make him feel even younger

everyone is very protective of him bc nobody can stand seeing him upset, least of all his cg(s)

another regressor would maybe use that to get their way, but not yunho

he just feels safe and cared for

he's not incredibly loud when regressed

type to always carry a plushie around with him

he just loves having something soft to hug and hold

shy when it comes to affection but loves it

he won't ask for hugs and kisses but is given them all the time

and he gets all blushy but he likes it a lot

in his head he's way smaller than he is physically

so, when he's running up to his cg or anyone for a hug, he doesn't realise how big he is

more than once making the person he's tackling fall over or lose their footing

he loves when he's laying in his cg's lap and looking up at them

makes him feel so small and giggle, especially if the cg is making faces and being silly

he just loves being the one below, being doted on

a lot of times that means he's being tickled but he doesn't mind, as it makes him feel smaller

he's more of a baby regressor than a little actually

which hurts his cg bc he wants to be carried around and treated like a baby when regressed

but he's so physically big, it's hard to do so

even though most of them work out and are strong

but there are ways to help

he loves bottle time

it's usually before bed with some warm milk

it's warm and safe and he feels like the tiniest little boy

Yeosang

as a caregiver

i don't see yeosang being a parent-type of caregiver, i rly don't

babysitter maybe, mostly see him as being an older sibling type

he'll try his best though

he'd make the space very comfortable and very chill

like, priming the livingroom for colouring and cartoons time for the little

family means a lot to him, so if you really see him as a parental figure, of course he'd do his very best

he'd do well with an older regressor that'll pull him along for things

then he'd just primarily have to make sure they're okay

likes guiding the little

just holding their hand

and maybe having dance parties

very giggly when the little is being silly

always ready to shower the baby with compliments but

if you want him to be flustered yeosang (tm), just give him loads of compliments back

he loves feeding the one he's taking care of

it's one of the things he know he'd be able to do successfully

!!! he also loves playing board games with the one he's taking care of

he'll get so into it, it would just be a great time for both him and the little

he likes cuddling together

both him and the little will just fall asleep like that most times

he'd also agree to playing dress-up, though he would be a little embarrassed about it

when regressed

loves playing pranks, but very quick to apologise if the slightest look is given to him

though, he doesn't have to apologise bc all is forgiven when it comes to yeosang

very very giggly at almost everything

everybody, and i mean EVERYBODY, finds him adorable, which makes it hard to scold him when he's done or said something

if someone asks him to do something he doesn't want to do

it's one pleading look from him and he gets out of having to do it

he's definitely king of the house when he's regressed

the little prince who rules everything

and he doesn't have to lift a finger if he doesn't want to

the only thing that is a sure thing, that everyone has agreed to uphold, even if little yeosang pleads and looks sad

is that he cannot have chicken every day

2 times a week at the absolute most

he loves being fed so so much

and his cg(s) love feeding him

he looks so cute munching on food that's given to him

it's almost a fight for who gets to feed him if he has multiple cgs

which is not such a wild thought, bc everybody wants to take care of him if they find out he regresses

if wooyoung is one of the cgs, he definitely sneaks himself more chances to feed yeosang, since he's making a bunch of the food and snacks for him

i think the one who loves feeding him the most is hongjoong, so he's second in line after wooyoung

his cg(s) would definitely lead the 'yeosang protection squad'

ready to fight if anyone dares to disrespect little yeosang

they'd go to the ends of the earth to make sure yeosang is feeling safe and happy

San

as a caregiver

his first priority is making sure that his little is his first priority

everything else comes second

always makes sure they are included in everything

it's important to him that he's verbal when it comes to caring for his baby

so, a lot of reassuring words and words of affirmation and love

but he won't forget the physical

always pulling his baby into his embrace and having them there for safekeeping

so he can be a shield against all negativity

he'd do all the things that are tedious so you wouldn't have to

cutting up food, putting in the DVD, bringing you your stuffie

and he's so quick and silent about doing that, that you mostly don't realise he is doing it

he's always keeping his (affectionate) eyes on his little

ready to jump into action at the slightest hint that they need him

always keeping them comfortable

absolutely staring daggers at anyone who has made them uncomfortable

you do not want to be on the receiving end of those

he'd be the parent cg that's always there

which can maybe be a bit much

but for a clingy little, he'd be perfect

he'd go to sleep and wake up hugging his baby close to him

that physical connection is very important to him

he wants to make sure he's a safe space

even around others he wouldn't change his behaviour

he isn't shy or ashamed about his relationship with his little

and if they wanna be little around other people, he is there to make sure that nothing happens while they are

when regressed

pouty baby

and with a lisp uwu

and and he's very loud when little

he has problems with fine motor skills

though that doesn't stop him from enjoying doing makeup while small

especially on others

it'll look like a mess of colours and glitter but he just loves doing it so much

has to have his stuffie in bed or he can't get to sleep

(probably blåhaj or blåhaj sized, since it's perfect for hugging to sleep)

((can confirm))

his mind flies around a lot

until it locks on something specific and then he can't stop thinking about that until he has done something about it

when he's excited about something, he yells out about it multiple times

to show how excited he is and get others just as excited about it

he doesn't really care if people gush over how cute he is

he wants them to indulge in what he's into at that moment though

showing care for what he pays attention to is the best way to show you care about him

very territorial when it comes to his favourite people

the person who's his favourite can vary, but not how clingy and possessive he is about them

he will hold them tight, not letting them go

and if anyone tries to take them away, he'll hold them tighter and either get angry or upset

when he's upset he's prone to hitting

either himself or others

he doesn't hit hard and it only takes a gentle hand and a soft "baby, no" for him to stop

but it's what he does when he's frustrated or upset

to get him to calm down, cuddle him tightly

Mingi

as a caregiver

he loves carrying his baby

just having them in his arms is something he loves

and knowing they feel better being held by him is everything

piggy back rides is something he's rly good at

he can run and stuff for when it's supposed to be fun

and he knows how to walk slowly when you're tired

is the type to let his little cuddle with him while doing other things

or having adult conversations with someone

just holding them tight while continuing to talk about work or whatever

loves tickle fights

he usually wins but

he just loves hearing his little one giggle up a storm

will aggressively pinch your cheeks

he'd sometimes ask his hyungs for advice on taking care of someone younger

he's a little nervous about it

but they usually tell him just to be himself and go with his gut

and they are right

as soon as he gets into the mindset of taking care of someone, he does really well

he loves nothing more than to have his baby in his lap while they colour

pointing and asking what they're colouring

helping too if the little asks for it

is the type to take his little out on walks to parks

holding their tiny backpack for when they wanna run around and have fun

just watching with a smile

when regressed

loves rolling around

it makes him feel all small and silly

also laughs with his entire body

which sometimes is the reason why he's rolling around

loves being in his cg's lap

but he's also very self-conscious about his size

so it usually ends up with his legs being slung over his cg's legs

unless they physically pull him into their lap

very curious

will look over your shoulders if you're doing something on a device

even if his young mind won't understand it, he loves watching the screen as things are being done on it

pretty shy about wanting attention

when he wants some, he usually bumps his head into the person he's wanting attention from

he loves being held from behind

even if the person holding him is way tinier than him, he'll feel small and protected

isn't much for eye contact when little

will look at your nose or lips when you're talking to him

he'd be a menace around other regressors

whispering and keeping secrets and plotting against the cgs

probably be the planner of the cookie coup

sweater paws >>>>>

he loves having knitted sweaters that are just too big for him

a very snacky boy

and plays with his food too

but he's just too adorable doing it that nobody can tell him not to

(especially dino nuggets)

Wooyoung

as a caregiver

so attentive

like the boy is all over the place and wild but when he's with his baby, every single ounce of his attention is on them

his eyes are glued to them and he loves keeping their hand in his

some of the members may tease him about that but he loves giving kisses

and he doesn't hold his want to give a smooch back

as soon as he gets the impulse to give a little kiss to his baby, he does so

you'd never not feel loved, being wooyoung's little, because it's constant affection with this one

he'd always be ready if his help is needed, you just need to say the word

"papa, can help me with my math?"

"need help cleaning up"

"check underneath my bed for monsters, please"

his answer is always "of course!", he puts everything on hold if his baby needs him

he feels the most in control and in his element when he's cooking

he loves having his baby watching him

he loves when he's cooking and his little joins him in the kitchen, sitting at the table he isn't using and start to colour while talking to him about random stuff

he loves the domesticity of it

and he loves it even more when they come over and peek at what he's doing in the kitchen, eyes full of wonder

making snacks is therefore one of his favourite ways to show love for his baby

when regressed

not gonna lie, i see wooyoung being really shy about his regression

he knows it's just banter and fun but he's so used to the others sometimes hating when he's acting cute normally

he'd always scurry off when he's slipping, not wanting the others to catch on that he might be a little different

but of course they do

i might write something further on this but

san is the first he tells about regressing

he trusts him and knows that san would never look down on him for something like this or ridicule him

when he finally feels comfortable enough, he fully lets out his cute childish side

grabby hands for almost anything

always wanting his cg by his side

whining a LOT bc he wants his way with almost everything

loves performing

like, dancing across the room, making sure all eyes are on him

he just loves attention

repeats sounds or words or sentences a lot

if he finds them funny at least

his cg says something like "nah-i don't know actually"

and wooyoung repeats it very giggly

lovesss praise

he does something and immediately seeks praising words and pats on his hair

when he's excited he hops

so much his cg refers to him as 'little bunny'

Jongho

as a caregiver

he loves providing for his little

you want anything and he'll bring it

within reason of course

loves having quiet nights

where he'll be reading a book and his little will be watching a movie

maybe they'll look up at him, tugging at his pant leg, going "papa, papa! look!" and pointing at the screen at a scene they like

and he'll ofc look up at it and respond with something like "that's very cool, baby!"

and then go back to his book until his attention is needed again

very verbal about how proud he is of his baby

he always wants to show his support for whatever they decide to do

ending the praise with a soft kiss placed on top of their head

can stare you down if you've done something you weren't supposed to

best at tucking someone in at night

and omg the lullabies he could sing

though, i do worry about him going all in and being too loud for the baby to sleep

(jk, boy is very respectful about his volume)

he's the type to come home and cuddle you if he's been working late

fully dressed too, not even getting under the covers

it's how he recharges

wears soft cardigans a lot bc he knows it's a nicer fabric for cuddling

also will let you put whatever cute headbands you want on him

when regressed

is a sucker for being dressed

someone helping him, pulling a shirt on over his head

snapping his overalls in place

he just becomes mush

loves really soft clothing

anything with fleece

sleepy baby in the mornings

barely a person, so has to be helped a lot

clapping his hands when laughing or finding something amusing

but very quiet other than that

even if he has comments or concerns, he whispers them in his cg's ear

even if they're alone

he just doesn't really like talking when he's regressed

gets his way most of the time

one pout from him and your argument is invalid

he likes teasing too

like the kid that's constantly poking you?

yeah that's jongho

won't outright admit to it but he loves being held

nuzzling into someone's warmth is very comforting for him

he likes playing games

not video games but those children's games that aren't exactly board games

like the crocodile you have to push its teeth or the hanging monkeys?

those kinds of games

A/N: gosh this took a lot of my creative energy but was so fun to do. since my ateez concert, i've just not been able to get those boys out of my head, so now they're here too :3

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[ouroboros-hideout]

There was so much that when I saw it I felt a bit overwhelmed? But here I am!

Feel free to answer to all of them or choose one if you want to keep it long ❤️

24. only realizing it when they have to let go

43. “we’ll get through this” kisses

26. kissing the top of their head

I choose to keep it short this time. Otherwise you would get an answer in approximately three months or smth like this KEK. So it's more like describing a scene, instead of actual writing smth.

But I will incorporate the ideas into the fic in someway as well, so you will get „the long answer“ sooner or later!

24: Hands - only realizing it when they have to let go

Imagine this happening in a scene where Kurt is in Siberia on business and Aon takes him on one of her Walks™ after work. In Germany we call that a Spaziergang lol. So they go for a walk through the woods, snowy landscapes, all that romantic shit. Since they're on their own, Kurt can finally live out his need for touching things, so whenever the opportunity arises, he would take her hand since she's clumsy when it comes to PDA. She would then say, oh yeah, he's cute, Sir-Touch-a-Lot, but casually continue with small talk or whatever they could chat about. I think it would be kind of cute when they get to their lovebird era around 2075 and everything becomes more and more important that she'd still be like, "Oh yeah, he does that," because it's already become so regular, but then as soon as he lets go of her hand because they get back to mine, it suddenly feels „empty“. Does that make any sense? I don't know. English is hard today KEK

43. Kisses - “we’ll get through this” kisses

This one perfectly fits one scene I have planned for the corpo!AU. Kurt and Aon will get close to each other during the Unification War, so close that the Colonel actually will get his balls together to break up with Rosie before she'll send him and his unit to Night City. So during Midnight Storm or rather during the ambush when everything is going haywire Kurt and Aon are naturally looking for each other. Since she's a mechanic, she never really fought on the frontline, though she had military training back at SovOil and in the years she spent in Militech. She did gain combat experience during the war, but I imagine that she most of the time played her part in the backline or restoring the machinery after the battles. So this whole "attack out of knowhere situation", as I imagine Militech has otherwise marched through pretty much all battles quite passably, is quite overwhelming for her. Kurt is in 100%-protection-mode for his people and her of course and just works like a machine himself. He finally finds her, sitting somewhere in cover, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. He tries to calm her down while they are surrounded by gunfire and their dying comrades. And after some encouraging words they would do the "we’ll get through this kiss". Strong and passionately (cuuuuute). 26. Touching - kissing the top of their head

This would fit a scenario in the stadium. It's more of a small interaction, so it doesn't compare to the previous answer. I imagine that when Aon is working in Dogtown, she occasionally takes a break in the "Firestarter Lounge". First: there's a bar (lol), second: comfortable sofa, third: it's only a few steps away from her workplace. So it's perfect for putting your feet up for a few minutes. Of course, only if Kurt is not acting important and has someone there as a guest. However, I can also imagine that he's there from time to time to keep an eye on things, even if he's not hosting anyone. So both of them could sit there together for a few minutes and chat a bit (aka start a contest to see who can upset the other first). Then, when Aon goes back to work, assuming no one else is there with them (because the rule of "PDA is scary omg" still counts) she would get up, walk around the sofa and give him a little smooch on the bowling ball from behind when he's not expecting it. Then, of course, he'd stare after her, cheeky looks exchanged. You know the deal.

[a-doubleh-x]

Angel Dust was my closet key (but not in the way you'd expect)

This one's gonna be a bit of a personal post, so bear with me.

For most of my life, I considered myself a pretty hetero guy. I felt attracted to women, I didn't feel attracted to men and I was mostly fine with that. However, around a couple years ago, when I was participating in Yuri Jam, I came across a little term called "biromantic" and something clicked for me.

In case you don't know, "biromantic" is a term that applies to a person who feels romantic attraction for both men and women. Back then I thought "Oh yeah, I guess I am that!", then I came out on twitter, no one cared about it and I moved on with my life.

At the time, I thought I did for attention and out of guilt for being a cisgendered heterosexual male, and to be fair, I think it's a valid expectation for most people to want *some* attention when you have something to say that's comparable to that. A part of me also felt like it wasn't a useful discovery, because 1: I know of no men who want to date other men in a purely romantic non-sexual way and 2: I've been single by choice for a while anyways.

But all of that changed when I first saw Angel Dust on the Amazon series.

I was like: "Oh my gosh" 😳 That guy has a very hot voice. I thought he was so confident, so assertive, every line he spouted made me melt into a giggling 6 year old. And then I was like: "Oh. I guess those feelings were valid. I'm in love with Angel Dust" 🥺💖

Now I just wanna gush a little because I just think Angel Dust is such a cool character. The way he's portrayed makes you think he's meant to be obnoxious, but to me he's so proud, so bold, so brave for being himself. The way he flirts with Husk with such assertiveness is so attractive to me. There's something so raw and geniune about it.

Another thing that blows my mind is that, even though we know this "confident" persona is meant to be façade and he only puts face as a coping mechanism, the fact that Angel is capable of putting that face is mind blowing to me. He's gone through one of the worst versions of Hell I can imagine, he's been used, humiliated and hurt, both physically and psychologically and yet he's still capable of putting on a smile.

Needless to say, I don't intend to glorify the stuggles of an abuse victim, what Angel goes through is an atrocity and it shouldn't happen to anyone in a fair world. But the fact that that's his reality and he still manages to struggle through the best way he can makes him such a badass to me.

I also feel obligated to mention his redemption arc. I think Angel was always a good person, he just needed to right space to grow. From the start, he seemed very sociable and empathetic, it's just that he was too jaded to care about others. I think taking care of Niffty and standing up to her in episode 6 just came naturally for him, there was no need for a very strict guidance, just some nurture.

He's such a sweetheart! His interactions with Charlie in episode 3 are also so cute. I could write a whole post about his relationship with Husk and I probably will. I think it's really cool that despite being so different, they find a way to meet in the middle and come out as better people from it.

I don't know what it is about him, but I watched Angel on the show and I was like "Oh yeah. I wanna smooch that spider man" 😚

It felt like a big relief, because until now I wasn't ever sure if these feelings were "real", or I was just a hetero who wanted to feel special and not hated in the social circles I usually frequent. That's a whole topic of discussion for another day, I know there's people who will argue that heteros can't be the victim of prejudice and I'm not interested in arguing about that today.

I just wanna say, I love you Angel Dust and thank you for opening my eyes. Now I can indulge in my occasional romantic attraction to men without feeling like a false gay wannabe.

Thank you for bearing with me for a very special post. I was a little sick this week, but I managed to find a moment to write it anyways. I'm still working on the next chapter of my fic, but hopefully I'll find a moment here and there to keep writing discussion posts here.

Stay tuned! 🕷💖🤍

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS KOHAKU OUKAWA 63

Spoiler for my stories

Today is an extremely hot day, the pin kkomas almost melting from the heat.

Doll trying to fan himself but get too heated to do more moves: too hot.... (＃＞＜)

Reaper his head is now submerged whole in the water is not moving:..

Bee trying to remember how to use ice spell but failing and making the situation worse: [ honeycomb summer!! ] *Suddenly a very hot honeycomb appear on top of him* G'AHH, BURNING HONEYCOMB!!! ヘ（。□°）ヘ

Mad Hatter, casually using webs to make the mechanic he made to fan him in the heat yet it's not enough either:... Can't go look for that bastard today either. (￢_￢;)

You pop out of nowhere and helped bee and giving him a smooch.

Bee: (*μ_μ)thank you, omae....

MC: your welcome, hanii!! (^˵◕ω◕˵^)

You proceed to take reaper off the bucket of water he submerged his head on.

You cough a bit and held your throat as your eyes turn bright red:

[ the flakes of falling snow ]

As you use a spell while copying certain reaper of eternity voice, reaper eyes widen as he look up to you as snow flakes fall around the four to stop them from getting heatstroke but it's not a permanent thing.

Reaper:... Eternity...

Bee, hugs you: omae I dunno you can copy someone else voice other than rinne! (ㆀ˘･з･˘)

MC: well I don't see the need to use others thru. I only basing who I copy from who Dollmaker can copy from.

Doll: oh that's why. (c" ತ,_ತ)

Mad Hatter: (￢ ￢)

MC: hey! Do you guys wanna go to the beach side? We have beach here too!! (◍•ᴗ•◍) it be a cool off for ya all since this place going through summer season now!

Doll: aren't ya able to control things going in this world??

MC: I mean ye but the weather? Not really. (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)(lies)

Bee who can see you lying: >.> Omae...

MC: let's go to the beach!! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ BEACH! BEACH!!

Reaper: beach huh? I never been to one. So it be good first time experience... (o^▽^o)

Mad Hatter: how jolly. (´･ᴗ･ ` )

MC: you can bring your spider buddy too! It be fun time!

Mad Hatter:... Fine then. Baby blue have not been to beach either. (´･ᴗ･ ` )

MC: yeeeyy let's go then!

Then as you said that, a car made a curve and park behind you in the most dangerous and rad way, the door open revealing certain green haired and purple eyed fallen angel

Tatsu: hello. You called for pick up driver?

MC: yup! Yup! o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

Pink Kkomas/W OUT REAPER:... ( TATSUMI KAZEHAYA GONNA DRIVE US THERE?! FUCK!!)

Reaper: woah you look like that spirit of winter cycle that everyone don't like to see driving. Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Tatsu: oh? I'm sure his my other version then. I'm tatsu from another au. From au of soul mates.

Bee: oh!! The same au as that Niki! How is Niki!? (^˵◕ω◕˵^)

Tatsu: huh... Niki Shiina huh... His doing just fine. (´･ᴗ･ ` )maybe you can see them at the beach too!

Bee: wow really?

Tatsu, who sees doll and Mad hatter trying to sneak away: ah, you all going for a walk instead? I do hope not. On this heat, it's far worse than demon realm. So please let me take you all to the beach side. (´･ᴗ･ ` )

MC: don't worry everyone. If you all pass out. I will heal you up! Ehehe. Of course there's Totally no reason for that to happen.. (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

Doll:...

Reaper:oh, that sound suspicious. (• ▽ •;)

Mad Hatter: I'm busy with mansion affairs so I rather not.

MC: your spider buddy already in the beach side so no point of running away now. Blood.(●´u`●)

Mad Hatter:... (ʘᴗʘ✿)

MC stare at bee and whisper something: what if...

.

Bee, blush: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ okii.

.

.

In the beach side, in the far rock in the sea, certain someone with pink hair emerge from the sea to peak on people arriving and throwing up in the side of the van with his purple eyes before he meet with lifeless purple eyes similar to him that scared him back to the sea.

Mad Hatter:... (´･ᴗ･ ` )oh. So this is why you making us go here.

MC, holding the dizzy bee: what? (◕દ◕)

Bee who's seeing double MC: w-woah... There's two omae... W-whos... Is real... N-no.. I think all real.. d-dizzy... (＠_＠;)

MC, kiss bee forehead: ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) *chuu chuu. Hope your better now

Bee who finally not sick from the ride: (｡・//ε//・｡)o-omae!!

Doll: *pass out in the floor

Reaper stare at the beautiful blue sea in wonder before he look down and saw a pretty large shell, picking it up he wonder what it is before mad hatter help him put the shell to his ears and he start hearing a sound.

Reaper: ... Woah... (｡☬０☬｡)

Mad Hatter: they say you can hear the sea from a sea shell. So your hearing the sea from the shell. (´･ᴗ･ ` )

Reaper: ooh! I see! How cool!

Mad Hatter, looks around and spot other spiders in front of a store with a horned Niki selling some food and drinks with another mc with crown like demon horn and tail helping out the booth

Mad Hatter: found the lots. Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) having good time without me.

He then left reaper who start to collect sea shell in glee, wanting to give them all to his friends

Reaper: since it's summer... It mean they really can't see this too... So I'll give each one of them sea shell. (^˵◕ω◕˵^)

[jolienjoyswriting]

Synchronightmare (ft. Roll, Rock), Ch. I

Chapter 1 of 2 for "Synchronightmare," a Mega Man fan fiction story. Co-written by ChatGPT (GPT-3.5)

Roll wants to take her new relationship with Rock to the next level… and the Internet tells her how!

Word count: 2,615 – Character count: 15,534 Drafted: December 9th, 2023 Revised: February 4th, 2024 –

"And now for something completely different."

Did I mention this was co-written by ChatGPT 3.5?  Because, wow, that 'bot can write some intense stuff when given the right prompts.  Oh, that reminds me…

This story may not be suitable for all ages.

Nothing over-the-top, but definitely "questionable".  You have been warned.

Roll, Rock, "Mega Man" series, and related characters and concepts created by Akira Kitamura and © Capcom Co, Ltd.

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    On one chilly day, Roll suggested that she and Rock snuggle up on the couch and watch a romantic comedy together.  After changing into their pajamas, they did just that.  However, when it became pretty clear that Roll wasn't as interested in the movie as she was in her brother…

    "Mm…"     "Ah…"

    The two sweetly kissed and warmly cuddled, basking in each other's affection.  This carried on for some time before the two fell away.  Roll's green eyes looked into her brother's blue ones.  He had little, pink hearts in his optics… just like she did.  Between that and the soft glow of his cute face, she got the feeling that all her hard work and patience waiting was finally paying off.

    "I like kissing…" Rock shyly whispered.  "It feels nice!"     Roll giggled and grinned.  "I like kissing you…" she answered, blushing a little more.     "Aww…"  He smiled more, his face warming to match hers.  "I-I like kissing you, too!"     "Ah!"  She hid her face at that point, feeling giddy and delighted!  Her brother had been more open to saying things like that since their first kiss, but it still got her flustered.

    "So," Rock said, causing her to peek through her fingers, "what now?"     "W-we could… k… kiss, s'more?" she shyly suggested.     Rock brightly smiled.  "O-okay!"     As he leaned in… Roll stopped him.     "Roll?" He leaned back, looking confused.     "We could kiss…" she whispered in a hushed tone.  "O-or…"     "Or?"

    Roll's mechanical heart raced.  They'd only been "official" for a few months, but she already felt like she and Rock had taken their relationship as far as it could go through kissing.  Neither of them liked the "hard" kind of kissing they learned about from late-night TV, and she knew that neither of them was really built for "physical romance", like in some "young adult" novels she read.  So, after doing some research that very morning, she found a way for two robots like them to take things to a whole other level.

    "Ooooor…" she continued, lowering her eyelids and softening her smile, "we could try something new?"     "'S-something new'?" Rock asked, feeling his heart skip a beat.  He'd seen that look before.  It usually meant that Roll was going to smooch him, but if she was talking about "something new", then…     "I looked on the Internet," the girl explained, her face returning to its usual cuteness.  "We're not the only robots who love each other!"     "Ah, gosh…"  The boy ducked, pulling his shirt over his blushing face.  "That's… good?"     "Mm-hmm!"  She nodded.  "So, I checked some forum posts, here and there, and I found out that some robots who love each other do this… thing… together?"

    Rock perked slightly.  He was a little naïve in some regards, but even he knew that you shouldn't trust everything you read on the Internet.  He was about to question what Roll had read, but she beat him to the punch with an… odd question.

    "Do you trust me, Rock?"

    Roll was blushing madly and nervously biting her lip.  She fully expected her brother to ask her why she'd asked that.  However…     "Of course, I do!" he said without hesitation.  You're my sister and my best friend!"     "O-okay…"  She shyly giggled.  "Then… can I see the panel on your neck?"     Rock didn't see any problem with that.  He nodded again, then he prepared.

    The brown-haired boy undid the first button on his pajama shirt before tugging his collar down, then he turned so he was sitting away from Roll.  He went to open the panel on the back of his neck, but Roll's hand was already there.  He smiled as he felt Roll's hand hold his, her fingers meshing with his like the teeth of two gears.  A second later, he blushed when she kissed his neck, then he moved his hand so she could open that panel.  He had so many questions… but Roll would never do anything to hurt him, so he didn't feel compelled to ask.     It'll be a big surprise! he thought with an equally big smile.  I can't wait!

    Roll gently opened the panel Rock's neck, drawing a soft noise from her brother.  She rubbed his shoulder with one hand and he put his hand on top of that, squeezing again.     "I'm… gonna plug a… c-cable into you," she nervously explained as she withdrew a high-speed high-speed data cable from her pajama pocket.  "I-is that okay?"     "Well, sure!"  He glanced back at her brightly blushing face, smiling.  "But, where's the other end going?"     Roll squeaked fairly hard.  She shrank, her entire face turning bright red.  Then, in a soft, tiny, shy voice, she told him.

    "I… in… i-into me…"

    For a second, Rock wasn't sure what that would accomplish.  As far as he knew, there needed to be some kind of computer with input-output functions on the other end to do anything with their data ports.  For example, plugging into the Light mainframe was a quick way to unload his Variable Weapon System after a mission, or plugging into the family computer was a good way to change the clothing they had stored in their Quick Change Modules.  Thinking about the latter got him chuckling.     "Wh-what?" Roll asked, noticing this.     "Hey, remember the time we got our Quick Change Module profiles mixed up…?"     The girl blinked… then, all at once, she started laughing, which got him laughing!

    "I remember that!" she laughed, gently plugging the cable into her brother.  "You looked sooo cute in my old, red dress!"     "And you didn't look too shabby in my old shorts and T!" he said, continuing to laugh with her.     "And then," she said as she undid one button on her top to loosen the collar, "you just shrugged and cycled through all my outfits, posing for me!  Oh, it was so funny!!"     "'Summer Festival Rock'!" he said, remembering how he looked in Roll's bunny costume.     "'Alley Cat Rock!'" she added, fondly recalling him in her black dress and cat ears.     "'Vacation Rock!'"     "Oh, Rock…"  She giggled.  "You don't have the legs for those short shorts of mine!"     "We have the same legs!" he laughed back.  "But, I think you definitely wear it better.  You look pretty cute in it, actually!"     "Aww, Rock…"  She giggled, her heart and face warming.  "Turn around?"     Rock turned.  When he did… he noticed Roll was sitting with her back to him, her ponytail held high, and her neck exposed.  Her panel wasn't open, though.

    "So, I just… open your panel and plug the other end of the cable in?"     Roll shakily nodded.  "Please!"     "I've gotta be honest, Roll," he said as he casually flipped open her neck access panel, "I'm not sure what you think this is gonna do.  But, if it makes you happy…"     "Oh… it's gonna do something, Rock…"     He blinked, holding the cable.  Something about the way she said that felt ominous.  But, regardless, he gently plugged the cable into her neck, drawing a soft shiver from his sister.

    "Okay!  We're all linked up!" he happily told her as she fixed her pajama top and turned around.  "So… now, what?  Are we gonna play Puzzle Fighter with our brains or something?"     He was kidding, of course.  Dr.  Light had a strict rule about them installing video games into themselves.  Regardless, Roll blushed and smiled.  When she held out her hands for his, he curiously looked at her, then he let his fingers slide through hers again.  They shared a smile, holding hands and quietly appreciating one another.

    "Look into my eyes, Rock."     He did, letting his blue eyes find her green ones.     "Now… lean in…"     He bit his lip, smiling.  He had a feeling they were going to kiss more.  His face warmed with quiet anticipation.     "And… kiss me?"     He blushed and softly nodded.  A second later, the twin robots pressed in and shared a soft, sweet kiss…  At least, it was supposed to be soft and sweet.  Not long after their eyes closed and lips met, he opened his eyes back up.  That "something" Roll vaguely mentioned?

    It was happening.     Rock looked at his sister's eyes.  They were doing something… weird.  Flashing?  No, wait, not flashing…  It looked like… random alphanumeric characters.  Numbers and letters were rapidly scrolling across his sister's pretty, green eyes!  Words?  Or maybe nonsense?  He wasn't sure.  Stranger still, pink love hearts had also appeared in her eyes.  It was kind of confusing and a little distracting…     "Roll?" he began, leaning back and looking unsure.  "What's–"     Suddenly, something overtook him.

    A terrified look flashed across Rock's face.  His heads-up display randomly warned him of a new connection, but it was old news by then.  Moreover, he could feel his internal mechanisms beginning to rev up.  It was like he was running from Dr. Wily's deadliest machines… but he was sitting perfectly still.  Something was definitely wrong…     "R… R-R… Roooll…?" he whimpered.     He tried to look to her for answers.  However, had her own set of problems to deal with.

    Roll had read that things might be intense, but she'd underestimated just how intense.  Her chest rose and fell, and she felt like she was burning up and freezing at the same time.  Her stomach was full of butterflies and her systems, much like her brother's were working overtime.  Truthfully… she was just as scared as Rock.  Just what had she done to them…?

    The two Light 'bots sat facing each other, letters and numbers flickering and flashing in their eyes.  The hearts had vanished and their pupils had shrunk.  They were scared of what was going on.  Not even Roll, who had supposedly done the research, was entirely sure what she'd initiated.  It was scary and confusing, and things looked uncertain.  However, they knew one thing for sure.  No matter what…     "I-I'm with you!"     "I'm with y-you, too!"     They had each other.  And together, they overcome anything!

    Roll's hands clutched her brothers, her eyes never leaving his.  The sensation of her systems firing on all cylinders was beginning to overwhelm her.  Her heads-up display wasn't giving her any real indication of what was going on…  It just kept showing her that connection icon.  She already knew she was connected to Rock!  She wished it would give her something more helpful…

    Rock's breathing hitched and his mind started to race as quickly as his heart.  Strange thoughts entered his head as everything happened.  Was Roll… infecting him?  If so, what with?  His anti-virus hadn't detected anything…  He shook the thought away, breathing in and out, slowly and steadily.  As he did, though, he started to notice… Roll's breathing matched his.  In fact, it almost seemed like… they were breathing in synch?

    Curiosity overtook the boy robot.  He inhaled and held it… and so did she.  When she did the same on her own, he felt compelled to mirror her.  It was almost like… they had limited control over one another.  Or maybe…  Maybe it was something deeper than that.

    Slowly… Rock and Roll let their hands fall away.  They scooted a little closer, leaning forward.  Their eyes never parted as they let their foreheads touch.  One hand found its way to each other's cheek.  The other rested on the opposite shoulder.  They watched each other's flashing eyes, the data endlessly flowing.  Slowly, pink hearts began to find their way back into their optics.  Then, after sharing another slow breath… they kissed.

    Roll's body reacted sharply.  She trembled, her eyes rolling back and her fingers digging into her brother's shoulder.  She could feel his hand doing much the same to hers.  With a hard whimper, she leaned in, the kiss intensifying.  She felt like she was in a tornado, helplessly tumbling as the powerful gale tossed her body around.  And right there with her was her beloved brother, Rock.  He was there, holding on… refusing to let go and staying with her… just as he promised he would.

    Rock suddenly drew inward, letting his body press against hers.  She did the same.  They hugged each other as tightly as they could!  Neither of them was going anywhere!  Whatever was happening… whatever this intense build-up of… of something was… they'd ride it out together, come what may.  As friends.  As family.  And as something more.

    "Rock…!"     "Roll…!"     "Don't let go…!"     "Never…!"

    Their breathing grew heavier… more desperate.  Their arms tightened, threatening to crush each other.  Their frames tensed and their systems audibly whined.  At the same time, they both noticed a new icon on their heads-up displays.  Something was going critical.  Rock briefly wondered if what Roll had done would end up destroying them.  But then, he realized something else.

    He no longer cared.

    Roll went wide-eyed again.  Without any warning, Rock had pulled her into another intense kiss!  All at once, her fears seemed to disappear.  She was still holding onto her brother for dear life, but… the situation suddenly seemed less scary.  She blushed, closing her eyes and letting happy tears fall down her hot cheeks.  She was no longer worried about her rash decision.  Neither of them wanted this to be the end, but if this did end up being the last thing they ever did together… then she could move on without regret.

    She was with the one she loved, closer than ever before.  And, that's all that mattered.

    Time seemed to speed up and slow down for the Light 'bots.  One second felt like ten minutes, two seconds felt like a split second, and whole hours cycled forward and backward in their heads.  They pulled away from the kiss and clutched at the backs of each other's shirts, their trembling fingers tensely digging in.     "It's… coming…!" Roll cried.     "I… f-feel it!" Rock answered.     The two bodies violently trembled!  Whatever was happening, it was about to come to a very powerful end.

    It was like an atom bomb when it hit.  First, there was a flash of light in their eyes.  Then, deafening silence.  It seemed like their bodies stopped working and their operating systems couldn't keep up.  Every part of their bodies felt like it was surging with untamed electricity…  They were short-circuiting!  Except… short-circuits didn't usually feel so… good.

    Roll's eyes shot open displaying blank, white screens.  Rock's eyes were in a similar state.  Both of their sets of eyes glowed brightly, like monitors with the brightness set too high.  They sharply inhaled.  And then…     "Aaaaahhh-haaa-haaaaa…!!"     They cried out in unison, heads thrown back as a wild, unbridled sensation coursed through them!  Neither of them could even begin to grasp what was going on!  All they knew was that it felt better than holding hands… better than hugging… maybe even better than kissing on a cold, lonely day.  They had stumbled onto something, here.  Something powerful.  Something exciting.  And something, they slowly began to realize, very… very… intimate.

    What had come in like a lion decidedly exited like a lamb.  Rock and Roll leaned against one another, weakly hugging, softly shaking, and tensely panting.  Slowly, very slowly, their systems began to cool and slow.  The heads-up display warnings were gone and, before long, their optics came back online.  Once they could, they leaned away from each other and sat on their legs, placing their hands on their knees.  They panted in unison, eyes closed and heads down.  Eventually, they raised their heads and slowly opened their eyes.

    No hearts.  No data.  No errors.  Just scared, timid eyes.

    All at once, Rock and Roll turned away, their faces lighting up in a hot, flustered blush.  Even without sharing a word, they seemed to know what they'd done…  They just… weren't sure how to address it.  Or if they should…

[saruvanthewhite]

I miss my children.

The three of us were able to spend time at the park this evening. Work wrapped & I made it out in a best time ever; Only eight minutes!

It was off to storage to retrieve the children’s gifts then transition Saruvan into a makeshift Santa’s sleigh. Which simply amounted to me shoving my ʇıɥs further back & jamming the truck with presents. The kids eyes popped when I opened the door. All you could see was a wall of gifts. Which posed a dilemma as I had planned to let the kids stow their loot then take them to a park for dinner & play. The other parent had other plans. I don’t blame her. But it’d have been nice to know. I digress.

Arrival at the house. My son was first to announce to the neighbors his presents had arrived. He’s five. He can have that. My daughter gave me her homemade gift: an absolute beauty of a rainbow bookmark with “I’m a lovebug.” Written in eight-year-old penmanship.

It will last forever.

The other parent emerged & headed to her car. The kids were locked out. Remember the wall of presents? Back to opening the door. Eyes bugged out, they both screamed in excitement. But the old killjoy I am had to tell them we’ve got to wait & pack everything further back. My kids & I set off for a park to spend the waning sunlight (& see a killer sunset) making dinner & opening gifts. They got to that right away, of course.

Crammed into my space which had suddenly shrunk, they were atop their own gifts. They were in heaven. My youngest identified a package as being what it was. No fooling that kid. He’s been laser focused on a particular garbage truck toy. Fixated. Obsessed and not even mildly. He has had its size, shape, approximate weight, various functions, and features memorized. So it wasn’t too far out of reach for him. Still, it was an impressive display of five-year-old clairvoyance.

I was suddenly happy about this time of year. My children were with me. That’s all I wanted. I got it. Not in supply. But I had it then & there. My kids filled me, making me happy again.

This was why I became a bit of a clock watcher today. Work had imposed upon me to be there the Saturday before an observed holiday. Saturdays are sacrosanct to my kids & me. I felt we had time to make up. Daylight was quitting by the time I got dinner on the table. But the kids wanted presents first. Done! Cribbing words of a terribly funny character, “Great success!” The kids were thrilled about everything. Although, my son didn’t quite get the Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robots. His sister was tickled silly with it. Her Red Rocker took the block off my Blue Bomber in two seconds. We went at it over & over. That thing is fun as hell. My son had that truck. That was the big win for him. His sis even got really into it.

The best & worst was having to give my daughter her birthday gift early. She asked me for a wood working kit. I put together a toolkit for her. We get to work together learing the how-to’s of basic wood work skills. I told her she gets instruction on safety & tool use with it. THIS was the big hit for her. She wanted this. She got this. She’s got this. I only hope she’ll keep at it & develop her mechanical sensitivity. She’s good with her hands. She’s creative with her mind. The two perfect tools for works of craft & wonder. She lit up when she opened the toolbox!

So there it is. I got to spend some extended time with my kids! I fed them, they played with toys, we laughed, cuddled, smooched, high-fived, goofed, and then

we went home. They, theirs. Me, out here. Without them…on Xmas…again.

I miss my children.

[yan-snowcave]

Peter x Streamer!Y/N

- You easily got him to join the stream. He of course was a bit nervous at first, he never was good at interacting with so many people. 

Of course he had done a few Q&A streams, but these were very few and far between. But the puppy eyes (+ the promise of a reward) won him over.

- Since Peter really isn't the gamer type you decided to play more chill games. Like Stardew valley, Minecraft & Kirby.

- Peter got really jealous of the bachelors/bachelorettes in Stardew valley. 

Glaring at them, holding you tightly whenever you interact with them. Growling when one of them acted a bit too friendly and that doesn't even mention when he saw the flirting mod you had installed long ago. 

- Peter's favorite and at the same time most hated bachelor is Sebastian. On one hand, you can rarely interact with him (at the start of the game) and he is rather cold/neutral towards you.

On the other he reminds Peter always of his own Emo phase. Especially with the hair, he always freezes for a few seconds when he sees him. 

- "I will kill them all, starting with Sebastian."

"Peter, no! This is a game, you can't even kill them. There isn't a mechanic for it!"

"I will find a way, darling. I don't like how they are all trying to get to you. You're mine, even in such games you're mine, only mine."

"Y'know, we can get married to each oth-"

"What are we waiting for then, darling!? Let's get married!" 

- And this is how you guys got married in the game, he is still jealous and protective whenever one of the flirting text boxes appears. 

- After that you decided to play Kirby, mostly because he couldn't get jealous in these games.

- He really liked to play as Marx, sucking enemies into his black hole body. Protecting you from danger (and getting severely damaged in the process.)

- Also the smooch mechanic to share HP items quickly turned into his favorite thing. 

- He might also have ordered a few Kirby plushies after the stream. His favorite game was Forgotten land tho, he loved the final boss.

- "I thought Kirby games were for kids, what is that!?"

"Oh yeah, Kirby games often end with like…Umm…Fighting gods or Eldritch beings since Kirby is kinda a chaos god themselves? I think?"

"Kirby is what!?" 

- Playing Minecraft with him is fun, but also very chaotic. You stopped counting how many times any of you got blown up by creepers. 

- Whenever you went into a mine, he would follow you. Protecting you from monsters, showing you where he found resources and throwing food at you.

- Whatever you build he will love it. A house? Perfect for living together, he will put his bed next to yours. 

A farm with animals and crops? So thoughtful of you to build a food source. 

A random structure? A dirt house? He will love it no matter what. 

- If you tame a blue parrot and name him Peter & another parrot (Y/N) he will love it. Don't separate them (he 100% would build them a jukebox.)

- Will scream and run in front of you whenever a Baby Zombie runs at you/Skeleton shoots at you. (He will also try to get better with a bow just to shoot at Phantom's)

- The first piece of netherite armor he creates is immediately given to you. He will grind for most of the stream just so you can have a fully enchanted, netherite suit. 

- "That's sweet and all but you're still in iron armor…Don't you need it more?"

"Nope, I am mostly strip mining in the nether. So I don't really face any dangers down there, you on the other hand? You're building up here with all of the Phantom's & Creepers swarming you darling." 

Cue to him dying from Hoglin's and angry Piglin's.

- He will start an army of cats and dogs after he learns that they keep away certain mobs/attack monsters. 

- Peter really gets into Redstone. Your house will get a whole red stone security system, automatic doors, self brewing potion stands ect. 

- Throughout the stream you guys answer questions. Some of them were weird or just jokes, but most were focused on Peter.

After explaining that he was your boyfriend (and to please stop flirting with you before Peter tries anything.)

- A lot more questions came flooding in about your relationship. Peter answered them gladly (you had to shut his mouth a few times.) He made it pretty clear that you both belonged to each other and that he would never share you. Not even in a joking manner. 

- At the end of the stream you guys went through some of your tags, looking at fanart. Some of your favorites were;

Peter looking traumatized at Sebastian.

The Kirbyfied versions of you two [You were often drawn as  Kirby & he as Marx and/or Waddle dee.] 

A picture of both of you in a box labelled "Soulmate's please do not separate!" 

And fully rendered art piece of Peter in armor with his army of dogs attacking Zombies, Skeletons & Creepers. While you were in the background mining.

- "That was a fun stream, wanna join again someday, handsome?"

"Of course, darling. Now let's get to my promised reward. I had to hold myself back whenever you were your adorable, teasing self. So don't expect me to be gentle, my love~"

[girlwithwolftatoo]

How should the reader react if one of the moon boys safeworded her?!!? How should she comfort everyone of them?

I think we all can agree we'd freak out if our bois gave us the safeword. But also...

Jake Lockley:

*There must be a very special reason for Jake to shout the safeword, so you stare at him in pure confusion.

*"Okay, hold on, let me just..." (since the scenarios Jake likes may include some complicated maneuvers and featurings, you rush to help him be free again).

*Maybe he just had a hint of not-feeling-well, unrelated to your doings, maybe he began to enter in subspace and managed to stop himself before getting lost. Anyways, he's a little frustrated because he was truly enjoying it.

*Learning to have good time without sex involved is something Jake needs. He feels like talking about his inner problems is a little "stupid" or "unecessary" (just like Marc, he rather keeps that sort of things for himself), thankfuly you already know how it is and you asure him you're there for whatever he needs.

*Some smooches and hugging will help to cool down. Also, singing something for him in spanish is a great idea.

Marc Spector:

*Marc is harsh, but also sensitive. If he says the safeword, you can imagine what's going on, for physical pain isn't a thing for him (which is, sadly, part of his coping mechanism).

*Speak is the key. Make him see you right in the eye, tell him you're there and that he can ask whatever he needs. Let him feel the warmth of your skin on his, as a reminder he isn't alone and that you love and support him.

*We'd already established Marc is the most touch starved of the mb, so even if you both don't speak, being physically next to him is a must. He may play with your hair or your hands, or simply curl against you like a cat and it'll help to get him better.

*BUT speaking is also necesary, so you must be careful but firm and make him talk about whatever had bothered him. He may try to avoid the speaking by saying it "wasn't you(r fault or doings)", but insist. Eventually he'll spit it out.

*Sharing another sort of intimacy will help, like taking a bath or a shower, or givinh him a massage on the shoulders because he likes it.

Steven Grant:

*CALL 911 SOFTEST BOI ON EARTH SAID THE SAFEWORD!

*No but really, it can frighten you and then it becomes a spiral in which you both try to comfort each other. "N-no, (Y/N), it's okay, I just-! I'm sorry, it's just that... well, you told me we could stop if I didn't- like, felt very well, and... oh, dear, sorry, I didn't want to scare you!"

*Probably he just wanted to stop the scenario, or had a slight pain for something without importance, and he'll tell you exactly what happened in order to help you get better because you're really worried.

*You end up cuddling and talking about everything and nothing, probably commenting on the things you were doing and your favorite sexy moments as if to soothe the fact you had to stop tonight.

*Maybe a bowl of healthy snacks will be included, like seeds or fruit you share and even feed on each other to remind you both how much you love and care.

[oyesmendes]

love is just a word - 4

a/n: I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY other than i’m sorry for whats about to happen :) 

masterlist is here!

read part three here

Azerbaijan 2021

 You nearly lose all your nails watching the race. It was halfway through the season, and you were now standing in the middle of the Alpha Tauri garage, your brows knitted together as you watch the last lap of the race. Your eyes are glued to the screen — 

The white and blue car crosses the chequered flag. P3. 

“What did we do?!" you hear Pierre shout over the radio. 

“We fucking did it! We fucking did it!" The garage erupts into cheers and shouting, everyone hugging each other. You were included in the arms of the mechanics and engineers. P fucking 3. The team makes their way to the parc ferme, and they let you take the front, center most position. You had become one of them over the course of the season, spending more time with them during race weekends than actually being with your boyfriend. They enjoyed your presence as well, it brought sunshine to the garage and somehow with you, there was always laughter, always something to celebrate. You're smiling from ear to ear watching Pierre get out of the car and congratulating his fellow drivers who were on the podium with him. He's scanning the crowd soon after and there he sees you in the middle of the sea of white and blue. You see his eyes crinkle when he lifts his visor and he’s running toward you, both of your chests crashing into each other.  

"i'm so proud of you, amor." you hold his helmeted head in your hands. 

"i couldn't have done it without you." you tap his helmet a couple more times and let him go off to his team. you're grinning stupidly at the cameras around you. this was the first time you and him had been so public since Bahrain, so it was definitely a treat for the fans and the media. 

he stood on the podium, so proud of what he's accomplished so far this year; and you couldn't help but beam with pride. he blows you a kiss and a wink, which you playfully catch in front of the hundreds of cameras. when he comes down from the podium, you're right into his arms again. 

"so so proud of you, mi amor. Te quiero mucho." 

"je t'aime, ma belle. je t'aime."

You both hear the whoops and hollers from the team, and Pierre is making his way to them again, pumping the trophy in his hand. You lingered behind, looking around the area. Daniel spotted you from afar, giving you a thumbs up and a big smile. He wasn't the person you were looking for. 

You hadn’t seen Carlos all weekend, only knowing that he finished P8 during the race. You would be lying if you said you didn't try to spot him. In fact, you'd been lingering in the parc ferme after every race just to get a glimpse of him, even if it was just his back view.    

It had been three weeks since he came up to you and Pierre in Monaco to apologise for the words shared between you and him. You forgave him, and uttered the same apology back. Even though things fell back into normalcy between you and him, you now spent more time with Pierre than Carlos. It felt right, to be by the side of the person you love while they chased their dreams. This was what you always wanted to do, and it looked like your dream was suddenly turning into reality. Or so you thought. 

-

Madrid, Spain

“You nervous?” Your fingers were intertwined with Pierre’s as you made the short walk from the car to the front door of the Sainz household. 

“Not as nervous as when I met your parents.” He takes the bouquet of flowers the both of you chose from your hands. You laugh when the memory crosses your mind again of Pierre’s leg bouncing uncontrollably in the car on the way to dinner with your family. He was definitely way too nervous for that one, stumbling over his words and being slightly intimidated by your brothers. But you couldn't blame him, you parents had decided to spring a surprise on you, since you hadn't gone home this year, and they caught the both of you smooching in hotel lobby (I know, how embarrassing). Your mother made you promise to come home to Madrid to visit the Sainz family at the dinner table, and although reluctant, you agreed to her request. 

So here you are, standing in front of the familiar door you grew up running through. You snuggle closer to Pierre after knocking on the door. He mutters a string of french under his breath, and before you could get a word in to calm him, the front door swings open. 

“My little castaña!" Reyes embraced you in a hug. you laughed as she squeezed you tightly, not wanting to let you go. When she finally pulls away from you, she eyes you up and down. the soft expression on her face says it all and you understood. after not coming home to Madrid for three years, a lot has changed about you and she was just soaking it all in. 

“It’s nice to see you again, tía.” You tell her, and she nods, tears brimming in her eyes. You see Carlos Senior walking towards the door, taking his place next to his wife. He greets you with a warm hug, the ones you missed the most since you moved away. You’re all standing at the doorway, 

"now before your tía gets too emotional, tell me about this one," carlos sainz senior has his arm around your shoulder, the beer bottle in his other hand, pointing at the man standing next to you. Pierre had a sheepish smile on his face, both hands occupied with flowers and a bottle of aged wine. you put your arm around his waist, grinning at the pair who you call your second parents. 

“El es mi novio, Pierre.” Pierre, from his very few Spanish lessons with you, understood the sentence clearly and nods excitedly. Carlos Senior gives him a smirk before patting him on the shoulders. 

“So you're the one who’s stolen our castaña’s heart.” 

“Guilty as charged, señor.” This sends everyone into laughter, and you’re grateful that they all welcome him into their home. Carlos Senior and Reyes leave you two to settle in, taking the gifts from Pierre and preparing to set the table for dinner. Both of you are taking off your coats, when you spot Carlos walking down the steps. He sends you a soft smile in which you return. The both of you knowing how much it has taken for you to be standing in the Sainz household after the last few years. Carlos bounds off the last two steps, slow jogging towards you and Pierre. 

“Ah look who’s here!” He slaps Pierre on the back and ruffles your hair, which you return with a string on curse words in Spanish. The boys exchange hugs, and so do you and Carlos. 

“Welcome home, castaña." He whispers into your ear. 

The three of you make your way to the kitchen, Pierre already being five steps ahead as he follows the aroma of Reyes' famous paella. Carlos wraps his arm around your shoulder while you walk, pulling you close to him, “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“I know, chilli. I know.” When you enter the kitchen, you’re in awe of the spread Reye’s had put out for you and Pierre. Every single one of your favourite dishes were on the table, the Paella sitting nice and warm on the stove. carlos tries to sneak a bite in from one of the dishes and earns a slap on the arm even before he could reach it. 

“If you want to eat, you better help to set the plates out.” She warns him sternly. Carlos raises his hands to surrender, quickly making his way to the drawers to pull out some plates and utensils. You’re greeting piñon, who’s excitedly barking at you and Pierre. Blanca comes in next, hands full with a roast chicken which she sets down before embracing you. She then eyes Pierre, him awkwardly standing in place before she greets him and whisks him away for interrogation. 

He mouths for you to help him but you only laugh, watching as Blanca starts to question him about everything under the sun. The scene around your makes it seem as if time hasn’t passed at all, the familiarity of your childhood overwhelming your senses. 

“What time will Isa be here?” Carlos senior asks you as he hands you a glass of Sangria. 

“She said she would be-“ 

“Estoy aquí!”

“-right on time.” You laugh when you hear her shouting from the front door. Isa makes her way into the kitchen, greeting everyone. When she gets to you, she nearly jumps into your arms and you’re trying to prevent yourself from falling. 

"Y/N! Ahhh i missed you!" 

“I just saw you last week but… I miss you too I guess!” You joke, and Isa smacks you in the arm. 

“Alright, once you girls are done missing each other, I could use some help with this salad.” You both make your way to Reyes, who hands you all the ingredients for her infamous greek salad. You’re standing at the kitchen island, music playing in the background and chatter filling the air. Your mind ultimately goes back to the last memory you had of this home, and goosebumps rise on your skin. 

Isa bumps your shoulders which gets your attention, “I always thought he was quite handsome, you got a good one eh?" She nods towards Pierre. He had already fallen into place in the family, with piñon by his feet, begging for more scratches and belly rubs; Blanca was speaking with him enthusiastically, occasionally giving you a thumbs up and a wink from across the room. 

“Better than good, he’s the best.” You reply her, and Isa fake gags a little which makes you laugh. Pierre walks over when he catches you staring, and piñon is hot on his heels as well. He rests his head on your shoulders and you lean into him while you mixed the sauces.

“What are you girls talking about?” He dips his fingers into the bowl before licking them off, which earns him a smack on the head when Reyes caught him. He shoots her a cheeky grin in return. 

“About boys,” Isa tells him. He looks at you expectedly, but you avoid his eye contact, giggling slightly. 

“About me?” You shrug, which causes him to groan. 

“Its for me to know, and not for you to find out.” 

Dinner was obviously exceptional, with you and Pierre stuffing your faces with food. Your plate never seemed to be empty, as Reyes kept pilling more and more food as you ate. The conversations flowed easily, with you telling stories from the last three years, and Pierre narrating the story of his life to Carlos’ parents. Lots of laughter, jokes and tears of joy were shared, and you felt happy to be replacing the old memory of this house. 

When the meal ended and Reyes insisted that you do not help to clean up, instead getting you and Pierre to enjoy the cool night breeze on the roof top; you reluctantly obliged, and gave Pierre the full house tour after showing him the beautiful view it offered. 

"This is where Blanca and I used to hangout when I came over for sleepovers," you point to the room which is now occupied by a simulator, "Carlos overtook it when he got his F1 seat."

"Ooooh this rig is not too bad." Pierre pokes his head into the room. 

"yeah, took that cabrón two weeks to set it up. such a boomer." 

You’re making your way back down with him to fill your wine glasses, when you hear shouting down the corridor of the second floor. 

“Can you just stop it!” It was Carlos’s voice. Both you and Pierre stop outside the door that leads to the study.  

“What are you saying? You don’t want this anymore?” You hear Isa shout in Spanish. There’s silence on the other end, or Carlos’ end in this case, before the door swings open. Isa storms out of the room, moving too fast such that you couldn't stop her in time. The front door slams which makes you jump, but your attention goes back to Carlos, who’s sitting on the sofa, head buried in his hands. 

“Babe, could you-“ you turn to Pierre, then your eyes flickering to Carlos. You both had a nagging feeling about what had just gone down, and Pierre nods, squeezing your hand. You continue, “can you distract Carlos’ parents? They can’t find out about this, at least not now.” He nods again and kisses your cheek before making his way down. When you hear the chatter that occurs downstairs, you enter the room and close the door behind you. Carlos looks up at you. 

"what the hell was that about?" You question. 

"we broke up." Carlos states, almost too calmly. 

"you what-"

"did papa hear us?" He asks you. 

“I dont know.” You tell him. Carlo sighs loudly, and you take the seat from across him, “but I had Pierre go down to distract them, hopefully it does something.” 

“Okay good.” There’s an emptiness behind Carlos’ eyes, one that you don’t recognise. 

“Good?" You say sharply. "What kind of drugs are you on, Carlos? How are you still sitting here so calmly?” 

He doesn’t say a word, and you let him sit there in silence for a couple more moments. Carlos leans his head back, and you move closer towards him, sitting on the ground in front of him and squeezing his knee. 

“What’s going on, chilli? Why did you do that?” 

You weren’t expecting the next words to fall out of his mouth. 

“I miss us, Castaña. I miss you.” You were quick to stand up, taking a step back from Carlos. You couldn’t believe the words leaving his mouth right now. 

“That’s not right.” You mutter under your breath. His head drops, knowing very well that this was the reaction that he would’ve gotten. 

“In Baku, at the podiu-“ 

“No, no, no, no. Shut up.” You continue to repeat. You’re backing up away from him and Carlos stands to grip both your arms. He forces you to look into his eyes as he continues to speak, 

“When I saw you at the podium with Pierre, I realised my mistake. I want you to be there for me, the one that would greet me after each race, no matter good or bad. The one that I want to protect. Through hell and high water. You are the one that I want, Y/N.”

You squirm out of Carlos’ grip, folding your arms in front of you. 

“Its too late, Carlos.” 

“I know what I did. But I also know you’re still in love with me.” He says, almost proud that he knows he had some sort of hold on you, even if you were just hooked onto his pinky finger. You look at him, after all these years, you were finally getting what you wanted when you didn’t need it. You felt frustrated, and all you wanted to do was scream and shove him away. But you take a deep breath to calm yourself, your folded arms loosening to drop to your side.

You admit to something you’ve avoided for so long, “yes, I still love you Carlos. In fact, I always will love you. But god, this right now,” You point to the space between the two of you, 

“This is so inappropriate, so wrong. I’m happy now, Chilli. What was going through your head when you decided you wanted to tell me this? Did you think I was going to drop everything and run straight into your arms? Is that how easy you think I am?” 

Carlos shakes his head. 

“Then why? What are your intentions, Carlos?” 

“I- I don’t know.” He knows. He thought you would be easy, that you would fold for him. It was a selfish thought he admits, wanting you only for him. But he could no longer stand the fact that you were wrapped up in someone else’s arms. The three years you were gone, you were gone completely. Disappeared into thin air. He had no chance to grieve or reminisce as his career took flight alongside his new relationship, and you were buried in the back of his mind. 

Now that you were back, and with a new man, he didn't know how to act. Those feelings came over him like a tsunami, and he was entirely overwhelmed, which led to rash decisions like this. You still stood in front of him, tugging at the roots of your hair as the room filled with silence and growing tension. 

Carlos steps closer to you, taking your right hand into his. It fit perfectly. After all these years, your hands still fit like two correct puzzle pieces. You felt guilty, but your fingers instinctively intertwined with his. Your eyes are still focused on the hardwood floors below you, tracing every line like you did when you were a kid. He rests his head on top of yours, and you face is nearly buried in his chest - your nose brushing against the fabric of his T-shirt. 

That god damn Gucci scent. 

He uses his other hand to pull you closer to him, and you can hear his heart racing in his chest. This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong. Your brain alarms you, but your body doesn’t move. Carlos still loves you, he still wants you. And a part of you wants him too. 

Then the door clicks. And both of you scramble to stand as far away from each other as possible.  

“Is everything alright?” Pierre stands in the doorway. Your gaze travels between the both of them. You nod, not taking a second look at Carlos before making your way towards Pierre. You don’t see it, but Carlos’ jaw tightens when you make your way to Pierre without looking back. Jealousy now bubbles in his chest. That should be him. Pierre leads you out of the room, holding your hand in his. You're looking down at it and it sure fits right - perfect and warm. You feel exactly the same as you did when you held Carlos' hand, in fact, you had the added feeling of butterflies in your stomach. 

Could you actually be in love with two people at the same time? Or was this a sick joke that cupid decided to play on you? 

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[babybearcookie]

Nap Time

this was requested

this is an age regression drabble; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i will be blocking anyone who might sexualize it

word count: 0.8k

fem (she/her) reader

“Baby, baby, my cute little baby boy~,” you were cooing at your boyfriend, who was currently regressed and laying on the couch in your living room, while you were blowing raspberries on his stomach and playfully nipping where you could reach. His carefree giggles and laughs were the sweetest music to your ears. Jungkook was an idol in his daily life, a very famous one, and when the two of you had been steady for a while, he had told you that he liked to relieve stress by regressing to an age where he didn’t have to think about everything like he had to as an adult. You had been over the moon when he told you. Obviously had had some questions, but as soon as he had taken you through what age regression was, you were excited to start taking care of him. He does so much for you, so you were ecstatic to be able to pay it back. 

You looked at the time. It was a quarter to two, meaning that you should probably get him ready for a nap. You only got to take care of Jungkook very rarely, which made it very special to the both of you, but it was mostly because of his work and everything else he felt like he had to keep in check, and because of all that, he was very exhausted when he finally got to relax a bit and quiet his racing mind, which was the reason for the nap time, even if he currently wasn’t regressed that young. You knew that he was running on fumes and that he was overtired, which was why he felt like he had loads of energy. You knew better though. “Okay, bunbun, time to take a nap.”

He whined, of course, looking at the TV screen. The two of you had been in the middle of a Disney movie, which had been paused to play around with Jungkook after you had finished feeding him his milk. You always made him some warm milk with honey and vanilla extract. It usually gets him really sleepy, ready for his nap, but not this time apparently. Well, that was what he’d like to think. You could see the want to sleep tug on his eyelids, but his insistent whines and points at the TV tried to say otherwise. 

“Baby bun, you know it’s sleepy time. Movie can wait till after,” you tried to explain to him, and of course, he’d know that he needed sleep if he was in his adult headspace, but he was far from any responsible thought at that moment, only focused on the fact that you were taking his precious movie time away from him. He pouted and looked at you with the biggest, most pleading eyes he could, which was not fair, since he knew that you were weak for his beautiful eyes. “Baby, you’re not playing fair~,” you whined at him and he giggled. He knew what he was doing and liked when he was getting his way. 

You kissed him all over his face, big smacking wet kisses which got him giggling uncontrollably. “Mommy!! Can't see movie!!” you huffed and planted one last smooch on his squishy cheek.  

“Okay, we can keep watching the movie,” Jungkook cheered, “if!” you continued, making him stop cheering and whine a bit. “I get to have Kookie-cuddles and roll you into a little burrito.” You grinned, knowing that he couldn’t see your brilliant plan work itself out. He just nodded excitedly and let you wrap him up in his warm comforter, tightly so he couldn’t do much but wiggle, and place him between your legs, this position letting him just lean against the front of your body. As soon as you muttered a ‘done!’ he tried to wiggle an arm free to start the movie, too impatient to wait for you to do it for him but found that he couldn’t do much, as his arms were pressed into his body and couldn’t be moved free. 

“Ah-ah, baby. Let mommy do that for you,” you giggled silently, knowing that your plan had gone perfectly. As soon as you started the movie, you took a mental note of the time stamp so that you knew where to go back when he inevitably fell asleep. He held strong for about 10 minutes before he let himself close his eyes and take his much-needed nap. You knew from countless nights of tucking him in tightly that constraint on his body made him feel more relaxed. You held him tight and relaxed together with him, feeling blessed to have your boy in your arms. 

Besides, he would probably wake you up the second he was awake, whining about missing out on the movie and telling you that you now owe him a whole movie marathon, to which you would comply because, how could you ever tell him no? 

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Hia Elsie I hope you're doing well. I was wondering if I could get some Sal comforting a s/o stressed about school/work or something. My classes are killing me rn could use the fluff. No rush though get to it when you can. Thank you and take care of yourself

Sal with a Stressed SO

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: so, you actually sent this when my requests are (still) closed but I'm never shy about favoring my regulars over randos lmfao I'm not sorry. Here you go, love bug. Done as head canons because those are like the easiest for me to actually do rn. I hope you're alright.]

He's a bit of an empath, and well, he's just a perceptive human being. He knows something is up with you and it makes his heart hurt a bit.

Sal isn't actually that prone to stress? Like, he has relatively healthy coping mechanisms to actually get it out of his system.

However, when he sees you stressed about university work, and actual work, he's heart broken.

"Hey there, sweetheart? What's on your mind?" Sal's touch is so soft and gentle as he crawls next to you, warm arms wrapping around your body.

You look stressed. Your eyes are tired, you haven't eaten in a while... everything about you screams needing respite.

You break down and tell Sal EVERYTHING, you've been holding it off for goodness knows how long.

Sal holds you tight as he listens to you and lets you vent. He presses kisses to the crown of your head, letting your energy equalize.

When you're finally ready to come back down, I feel like he just kinda, gets up and starts taking care of you.

Like, your assignments? "Don't worry, either I do them for you or we do them together."

Creates a really safe place for you to unwind and relax because goodness knows you need it!!

Everything is handled for you. Sal gets your favorite food, smothers you in affection and also lets you have your space, like it just works out so well.

Also smooths things out with your job. How does he do it?? Goodness knows but things get a little easier for you once he's done there.

He's super gentle with you. Cuddles you, put on your favorite movies or media, and honestly he has a little fun with you!! Wants to make sure you let loose for one night.

Doesn't let you think about your responsibilities for now, because no. Time to relax and unwind.

I feel Sal is holding onto you much more than usual just because he knows you need his hug. Covers you in sweet smooches.

When you're ready to return back to work, he's there to lighten the load again.