#what if I cry when I pick up the game after work tomorrow

[kawaiixriot]

I got CHILLS when I heard this.

[sunny44]

Bye bye binky!!

Pairing: Lando Norris x Mom!Fem! Reader

Warnings: none I guess and English is not my first language

Summary: You and Lando are trying to get rid of your daughter’s binky.

The Norris household was in constant motion as always. Lyla, at two years old, was a curious and energetic child, always running from one side to the other, dragging her toys and, of course, her inseparable pacifier.

For Lando and me, the mission to get her to stop using the pacifier was becoming a saga.

Lando was sitting at the kitchen table, looking pensively at a list of methods we had thought of.

“What else can we try? It seems like we’ve done everything.”

I stopped washing the dishes and sighed, looking at him.

“I think we’ve tried all the possible advice. Let’s review?” Lando picked up the list and started reading.

“First, we tried the pacifier fairy approach.”

The Pacifier Fairy

One quiet night, Lyla was getting ready for bed. I sat next to her with a storybook.

“Lyla, did you know there’s a pacifier fairy?” I said excitedly as she looked at me curiously.

“A pacifier fairy?”

“Yes,” I replied. “She visits big boys and girls and takes their pacifiers to babies who need them. In return, she leaves a special gift.”

Lyla’s eyes sparkled. “A gift?”

“That’s right. How about leaving your pacifier under the pillow tonight?”

Lyla hesitated but ended up placing the pacifier under the pillow. The next morning, she found a small new toy in place of the pacifier, but the magic didn’t last. When night came, Lyla cried for the pacifier, and Lando and I ended up giving it back to her.

The Reward Calendar

The second attempt involved a colorful calendar on the fridge. Each day Lyla went without the pacifier, she would get a star sticker. After a week, she would get a big prize.

“Lyla, look how many stars you’ve already earned!” Lando said, pointing to the calendar.

Lyla smiled proudly.

“Wow, and o get a prize?”

“Yes, if you keep it up!” I replied, excited.

But halfway through the week, Lyla had a crying fit so intense that we had to give in again, giving her the pacifier.

The Substitution

Trying a new method, we decided to buy several toys and stuffed animals to offer as new comfort items for her.

“Look, Lyla, a new teddy bear!” I said, showing the brown teddy bear.

Lyla took the teddy bear but quickly dropped it and went back to the pacifier.

“I want my binky, Mommy.”

We tried various different toys, but nothing seemed to offer the same comfort as the pacifier for Lyla.

The Gradual Approach

We decided to adopt a gradual approach.

“Let’s limit the use of the pacifier to just bedtime,” suggested Lando.

“Good idea,” I agreed. “That way, she can get used to it slowly.”

During the day, we put the pacifier away and distracted Lyla with games and activities. However, each night, the separation was met with tears and whining. Once again, we found ourselves giving the pacifier to calm her down.

The Distraction Tactic

The last attempt involved constant distractions. Whenever Lyla asked for the pacifier, we offered some fun activity.

“Let’s paint a picture, Lyla?” I suggested, holding a set of watercolors.

For a while, this worked, but Lyla soon began to insist on the pacifier, even in the middle of activities.

Lando sighed as he finished reading the list.

“None of this worked.”

I approached him, placing my hand on Lando’s shoulder.

“I think it’s time to try something new. Something that will really make Lyla want to say goodbye to the pacifier on her own.”

And that’s how we came up with the balloon idea. The hope was that by turning the farewell into a celebration, Lyla would better accept the change. With a final sigh of determination, Lando and I prepared for the final attempt.

“Tomorrow morning I’ll go out to buy donuts for breakfast, which she loves, and the balloon. Then we’ll do it,” Lando said, and I agreed, finishing organizing the kitchen so we could go to bed.

…

The morning sun lit up our house, and the day was perfect for a celebration. Lando and I were sitting on the floor, surrounded by toys and building blocks. Lyla was beside us, firmly holding her pacifier. We had already planned everything. I arranged the donuts on a tray so that when she let go and the pacifier was gone, she would have something she loved to eat and perhaps help her forget.

“Lyla, look!” Lando said, kneeling beside our daughter. “How about we send your binky to the sky? So it can travel around and see new places.”

Lyla looked at the balloon and then at the pacifier, holding it even tighter.

“Daddy, I like my binky.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Lando replied softly, stroking Lyla’s hair. “But you’re a big girl now. And big girls don’t need a binky, right? Besides, it’ll be so much fun to watch the balloon fly!”

Lyla hesitated, but the idea of seeing the balloon rise seemed interesting. Finally, she let go of the pacifier and allowed Lando to tie it to the balloon. Lando handed the balloon to Lyla and smiled.

“Ready to let go, Lyla?” Lyla held the balloon with both hands, her eyes fixed on it.

“Ready.”

With one last look of hesitation, she let go of the balloon. We watched as it slowly rose higher and higher into the blue sky. For a moment, everything seemed fine, but then Lyla looked like she was about to cry—we could see her lips trembling. But then Lando and I started jumping and shouting with joy.

“Woohoo! Bye-bye, binky!” shouted Lando, raising his arms.

“You did it, Lyla! How amazing!” I shouted, clapping.

Lyla looked at her parents, surprised by their reaction. Slowly, a smile began to form on her face. She stood up and started jumping too, imitating her parents.

“Woohoo! Bye-bye, binky!” she repeated, laughing.

We continued to jump and laugh together, our joy spreading to Lyla. Gradually, she forgot about the pacifier and focused on the fun of the moment.

After a few minutes, we stopped to catch our breath, still laughing. Lando picked Lyla up and hugged her.

“I’m so proud of you, Lyla. You are very brave.” I joined the hug, kissing Lyla’s forehead.

“You did something amazing today, sweetheart. We are very happy.”

Lyla smiled, feeling proud.

“Does this mean I’m a big girl now?”

“Yes, you are,” Lando agreed, stroking her head.

After a few minutes, we went inside to eat the donuts and celebrate that we had finally said goodbye to the pacifier.

Bonus scene!

Landonorris instagram stories

“Bye Bye Lyla’s binky”

[moonstruckme]

Hi I love your fics so much first of all!!! You’re literally carrying my tumblr reading rn!! Also I was wondering if you would be comfortable with writing a smut request? I love what you’ve written with the poly!marauders boys and I’d love to see more smut with their dynamic. Totally fine if you’re not comfortable but I bet it would be amazing!!

Hi gorgeous thanks for being so so patient with me, I intended to come up with something for this sooner but writing sex with 4 people is one of my biggest challenges with this account haha. Hope it's okay and you like it!

cw: smut mdni

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 602 words

“Hey,” Sirius laughs, hands smoothing along the outsides of your thighs. “Take it easy, sweetness.” 

“Sorry.” You try to steady your breathing and, ideally, your shaking along with it. Sirius begins kissing his way up your leg, spit cooling from just under your knee upwards. You yelp when he gives the inside of your thigh a love bite. 

“Fuck,” Remus hisses when your grip tightens on his cock. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you say, head tipping back against the pillows. 

Sirius slips a finger inside your underwear, and you squirm, a humiliatingly pleady sound rising in your throat. 

“Aw, baby,” he croons. “You’re feeling pretty ready for us, huh?”

You’re not going to dignify that with a response. 

“Anything to report?” James asks jokingly. Remus groans as he pulls out of him before thrusting back in. 

Sirius lets the material of your underwear snap back into place, covering your mound with his palm and rubbing consolingly. “Soaked,” he says simply. “But I think she could still use a bit of warming up. Don’t you, gorgeous?” 

“No,” you say, half desperate as he presses a chaste kiss to the cloth covering your cunt. It’s an effort to keep your hand moving on Remus’ cock. “No, I think I’m all warmed up.” 

“I don’t think so,” Sirius tuts sympathetically, mouthing his way over to your hip. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you there.” 

It’s all you can do to keep from crying as he turns you over slowly, kissing the backs of your thighs and lingering at the crease under your ass. They’ve been playing this game with you on and off all day, starting with a particularly salacious kiss from Remus in the kitchen this morning and culminating now, after you’ve attempted to proposition your boyfriends and they’ve rewarded you with foreplay so prolonged it borders on torture while they get each other off. 

Sirius’ touches have you panting and gasping, entirely unlike the soft, beggy sounds James likes to work out of you (and, in fairness, you out of him as well). His grip is harsh and kisses searing, ever closer to your cunt but stopping just short of it. Before long he has to pin you down by your thighs, and you can feel his devilish smile against your skin as he kisses the dimple in your back, ignoring the way you squirm underneath him. 

Remus makes a soft sound when your grip on him loosens. He reaches for your hand, rubbing your wrist sympathetically. 

“It’s okay, dovey,” he says, amusement lilting in his tone. “You don’t have to.” 

You let your hand fall to the bed. It bunches in the duvet. “Sorry.” Your voice comes out breathless and teary, bordering on a whine. 

He coos, his own voice somewhat strained as he leans over to kiss you sweetly. “S’alright. You’ve got enough to worry about, yeah?” 

“Remus.” Tears prick your eyes, and you use them to your advantage, looking up at him beseechingly. “Please.” 

“Please what, doll?” There’s a wet suctioning sound as Sirius lifts his lips from your skin. You close your eyes. Swear to god, if you have a hickey on your back tomorrow… “Am I doing something you don’t like?” 

Remus starts to laugh, cut off halfway through by his own cursing as James picks up his pace behind him. He drops down for another kiss, hot and fast, not quite as sweet but no less savored. 

“In a minute,” he promises you, voice growing taut. “I’ll help you out in just a minute, dove.” 

Sirius chuckles darkly. He intends to make the most of the time he has left.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 11

you’ve been such a pain in my ass.

you’re the most fascinating person i’ve ever known.

can you stop needing to be the hero here?

people don’t just disappear. 

we are saying goodbye. just not to each other. we’re saying goodbye to everything else, our old lives.

everything that kept us safe is gone.

i would rather prepare for the worst before the worst happens.

i am basically 100% headache right now.

you’re the only one who ever let me feel normal.

maybe i suck too. i just don’t know how yet.

i’m not choosing anyone. i’m choosing work over play.

doesn’t it feel like everyone wants us to be someone we’re not?

a sleepover? am i invited?

it has to be you. you’re all we’ve got.

you know me. we know each other.

it’s called keeping up with the times, asshole.

but fuck all of you, and i mean that.

people don’t usually follow my lead, if you know what i mean.

there’s nothing wrong with us.

i want your point of view on things.

you’re killing me. you get that, right? that’s what you’re asking me. to die for you.

i’ll follow your rules. that’s all you get.

i’d love to trade witty one-liners with you.

you’re the worst. you know that, right?

today is the first time in my life that feels like the right time.

there is a point to everything. there are answers.

god doesn’t just play games with people for fun.

the sun just keeps coming up every day, and you can’t cry forever. 

you have to have hope, don’t you? because who knows. maybe tomorrow.

you don’t get to decide what matters.

a lot of what’s happening is us being scared, and alone, and bored. so we do scary things to each other, we hurt each other. 

it’s like she wants to turn the whole world upside down.

who’s been there for you more than me?

bullshit. we’re not the same person.

you didn’t pick me. because you didn’t think i belonged.

if i had to pick anyone in the world when things got bad, i’d pick you.

this isn’t about us. this has nothing to do with us.

there is no us. because of everything.

i love you. i know i don’t always show it, but i do. i love you.

the universe does not care about your love life.

i’m not sad. i’m pissed off.

you say too many things you don’t mean.

i’ve thought a lot about dying. i’ve gotten used to that. but i don’t like to be afraid.

sometimes when i’m angry, i want to hurt people.

i’m worried that i’m not real.

all you can do is have an advantage, and this is mine. it’s all i have.

what i did is not the worst crime in the world.

given everything, can’t i get a tiny break?

why? what’s so special about me?

are we going to fight each other over food? that’s fucking crazy.

you can live wherever you want, just not with me.

we should get some food, before it’s all gone.

what if things don’t go back to the way they were?

don’t give me a fucking speech. you have no idea.

i guess i can learn to get along with a few more people.

what’s so hard about being honest with yourself?

it’s been ten days. i’m not the same person i was.

if there are things that need to be done, i want to do them.

there are no sides anymore.

you’re the best decision i’ve ever made.

we’re the same. you have to stick with your own.

i’m scared, and i have to take care of myself.

i live in your shadow, and now you suddenly want to disappear?

you know that you’re the love of my life? and whatever comes after this.

if this is it, this is where i want to be. i mean not here, but with you. you’re where i want to be.

i was a different person before we fell in love.

thank you. for loving me. 

right now, we could use all the love we can get. 

you get scared, and you get mean.

is this how you want to spend the time you have left? always looking over your shoulder?

you’re giving me a headache instead of having my back.

it’s just, sometimes i know what i want, i just don’t know how to say it.

the only feelings that anyone cares about are yours. 

people keep dying around me.

i feel really lucky to have you. you’re my rock.

the end is none of your business.

i like you exactly the way you are.

i’m so sick of feeling different from everyone else.

after “fuck you,” i don’t have much.

i think about you too much.

i don’t think about you.

i’m not scared. i’m just realistic.

it feels like i’ve been starting forever.

no one cares about the best player on the worst team.

i’m tired of losing. i just don’t know what to do.

that’s hopelessly romantic. and this isn’t hopeless.

i haven’t been happy all year. why start now?

i’m sorry i can’t turn off my feelings whenever you want.

seems like everything i do hurts your feelings.

i care about you. i just don’t know how to prove it.

i like who i am in your eyes. i like how you see me.

i’m not sure i like myself in a relationship.

i’m way easier to replace.

when it ends, it’ll hurt.

the right thing is just to be here with you.

death is not beautiful, it’s final.

i keep failing everyone, and i don’t know what to do.

i don’t feel sad. i feel numb.

i ask people if they’re all right too much.

you never needed me. you needed someone.

i made myself sick to make you feel better.

this whole time i thought it was dying, but it’s living what scares you

you’re afraid to commit, and i need constant validation. 

you don’t belong here. not after what you did.

there is no mystery here. nothing to avenge.

i made a wish, and it came true, and i couldn’t take it back.

he was a bad person and a worse father. the world is better off without him.

you never know when to stop, do you?

you do whatever it takes to survive. or you die.

you think i didn’t try everything to get back to my family?

[bunnob]

How the brothers react to you scolding them pt2

Part 1 is linked at the bottom

Satan-

We all know he likes to pull pranks on Lucifer, well this particular time it back fired. Satan put a curse on a stack of student council work intending for Lucifer to pick it up and turn into a cat, unfortunately you were sent to retrieve the papers from the council room and upon picking the papers up you were suddenly a small fur ball. Satan came running into the room with a camera hoping to get a picture to humiliate Lucifer with but instead saw a feline version of MC. Upon realizing the error he made he was much happier and tried to pet you which left him needing several band-aids and a sour expression on his face as Solomon reverted you back to normal.

Asmo-

Asmo is a notorious flirt in the Devildom, he commonly would flirt with others and ghost the leaving them nothing but a broken heart. The latest person he pulled this stunt on came crying to you begging you to ask Asmo why he left, when you got back to the HOL you asked Asmo about what he did and he proceeded to talk about how it was all a game which made you mad. You yelled at him telling him that people's feelings shouldn't be toyed with and how what he was doing was wrong, he stopped playing his "games" after but was a little bitter about the lack entertainment he was having.

Beel-

You came home one day after a long conference with Lucifer excited to eat your left overs after a day of not having time to eat, you open the fridge and their gone not even a smudge of its existence where you left it, no problem you'll just find something else. Imagine your horror when your grumbling stomach is beginning for food and everything had been cleaned out. There was only one person in all 3 world that could do that and you were ready to fight them, you open the door to see been in his bed eating a bag of chips, you quickly grabbed the bag away from him and started to question him about the missing food and he proceeded to tell you how sorry he was and that he thought he was gonna starve to death. Beel is supper sorry and takes you to Hells Kitchen to make up for it.(he steals that food too, but only a few fries)

Belphigor-

He's a blanket snatcher with no shame, you two will be in bed all warm one second and the second Belphie comes you'll be freezing in the middle of the night, when you try to reclaim your blanket he shoves you out of the bed, eventually you give up a d move to the attic but he follows you, he tries to lay down but you kick him out telling him that he can't sleep with you until he fixes his blanket snatching issues. He was displeased with this and as petty revenge he stole all your blankets for a couple weeks.(enjoy sleeping in the cold)

(OH wow, I didn't expect as many likes in part 1 as I did I'm so glad you guys like it, I'll post side characters tomorrow. Please let me know if you want to see other work I'd be happy to obliged. )

[captainsharkyy]

Drops this off and goes back into hibernation

Puppy Princess (Hot Freaks)

ShrimpoxReader fluff!!!

Tags/warnings: bullying, violence, gore, blood, mentions of swearing, injuries, fluff, kissing, cuddling.

Toon!Reader!

This took me more than a week and it's not even that long!? Also I'm working on a new format hope you like it. I seriously love Shrimpo like this is no joke gulps😣

You stood still in shock, shivering in place while listening to the laughter of the toons who had done this to you: Glisten and Tisha.

You never were able to figure out what went wrong between you and Glisten. For whatever reason, he just never liked you. Soon enough, he had roped Tisha into his sick little games with you too. That brings you to where you are now, your walk back to your room from Brightney's book club having been interrupted by Glisten, an empty bucket, and a sick joke.

"Sorry," he sneered at you, "You looked like you could've used a shower. I thought you liked cold water," Tisha laughed along side him.

You didn't exactly have the best day today. All you had for breakfast today were cold eggs and a single piece of burnt toast, Sprout had snapped at you for accidentally getting Cosmo cut by grabbing his attention while he was using scizzors, you had fallen off a ladder while putting some books back in the library and hit your head too hard for your liking, and now having been splashed with freezing cold water. Frustrated with the events of today, you could feel your emotions coming up, up, up, until you felt your eyes sting and hot tears poured down your face, your shoulders bouncing with your hiccups.

Glisten and Tisha's mouths formed into wide grins, "Awe, are you crying? Don't be so dramatic," Mocked Glisten.

"God, just-" you sniffled, "leave me alone!" Running to your room, you slipped and nearly fell if only you hadn't grabbed your doorknob to pull yourself up and locked your door tight once inside. You slid down against the door until you were sitting and hugged your knees close to your chest and cried for a bit, still shivering. Just a few seconds later you finally registered that you were freezing. You sloppily wiped away your tears and the water, the majority of your face still soaked however, and got a fluffy towel out of a drawer and stripped out of your soaked clothes to scrub yourself dry and then changed into some comfy clothes. You hugged yourself with a small smile, already feeling a bit better.

You violently jumped in place when incredibly loud, violent banging came from your door. You turned to the noise with a pout,

"Go away, Glisten!" Came your sullen voice. "I already told you to leave me alone." All you wanted to do was curl up under the covers of your bed and sleep until tomorrow came.

You heard a growl of frustration from behind the door before a familiar voice spoke, "Glisten doesn't bang on doors, idiot!" You blinked one, twice, at the door in surprise. What would Shrimpo want with you at this time? Internally, you dreaded the idea that Glisten had gotten him to pick on you with himself and Tisha and that did not want to make you open the door. But, you figured you might as well see what he wants, maybe that would make him go away faster. With a defeated sigh you unlocked your door and cracked it open so you could poke your head out.

Behind your doorway stood Shrimpo with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at you with a sharp glare. Your relationship with Shrimpo had been a bit of an enigma for a long while now, he always said he hated you and whatever you did, just like he did with all the other toons, but after a while he seemed to get the slightest bit less bothered by your existence. Sure you were nice to him, always wishing him a goodmorning or a good day or a goodnight with a warm smile, and you never really saw him in any bad light despite his short temper and frequent dendencies to be both narcisisstic and a bully, but that was just the good samaratin within you. However, deep down you wanted someone to truly call a friend. Every toon in Gardenview had someone to call a friend, however nobody seemed to deem you worthy of that title.

You did know that the same could be said for Shrimpo, however for more obvious reasons. Truly, you hoped that one day the two of you could be friends. Although, as of recently, you would be lying if you said you didn't like him more than as a potential friend. More than once you had caught yourself thinking of how cute he was.

"What is wrong with you?!" Shrimpo shouted, and you whinced a little. "I hate hearing you cry!"

You blinked, "oh," your voice was small, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, Shrimpo." Shrimpo's room was next to yours, you wondered if he could hear you cry at night whenever your feelings overwhelmed you. "It's- It's nothing, really." While slinking back inside, an orange hand forced your door back open.

"I hate secrets! Tell me what happened, now!" He demanded.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, "I... Glisten, uh, threw some water on me. But, I'm fine now!" You smiled, yet you knew he could see through your thinly veiled façade, "really..." You could hear Shrimpo's throat rasp in a growl. "Have a good night, Shrimpo."

Your back pressed against the door with a yawn, and you heard Shrimpo stomp off. You let out a tired hum and dove under the soft covers of your bed and snuggled against a pillow before closing your eyes. Only a few minutes later you awoke to the sound of glass shattering and muffled yelling and cussing and other chatter. You got up, rubbing your eyes, and left the comfort of your room to investigate the noise.

You stopped only a few steps into the hallway leading to the kitchen. Surrounded by half of the other toons was Shrimpo beating up Glisten, and you could see Tisha to the side was targeted as well. Was he doing this because of what Glisten had done to you earlier? The thought made your heart thump a little faster and your face flush with a soothing warmth no blanket or jacket could ever offer.

"Shrimpo!" However, you couldn't just let this happen. "Shrimpo, stop!" Glisten was bleeding, blood stained the wooden flooring, the liquid coated his attacker's fists. Glisten was terrified, and Shrimpo was not relenting at all. "Please, that's enough, Shrimpo!" He could have killed him.

You had to physically drag the crustacean away from Glisten, and as soon as you did the others flocked around the flashy toon concerned and loud. As you looked at Shrimpo's face, you could see that he wasn't unscathed from this encounter, as he had cuts and some bruising around his face and arms. You also noticed how his seething expression in the fight softened to a more tame angry one once you got him away from it.

"Come on," you spoke, your arms wrapped around one of his, "I can take care of your wounds." You would much rather deal with light scratches and bruising rather than deep gashes that bled profusely. Your heart was pounding from having taken in such a gruesome sight, yet also because the one who caused it was allowing you to touch him and bring him to your room.

Closing your door and flicking the light switch on, you prompted Shrimpo to sit at the edge of your bed while you got a spare med-kit from a drawer in your bathroom. You quickly returned to your main room and sat next to Shrimpo, who looked at the floor with a softer expression that seemed more annoyed than angry. You coated a cotton ball in antibacterial alcohol and turned to the crustacean,

"Can you look at me, please? I'd like to clean your wounds," you said. He complied after a moment more of staring down your floorboards and turned his head to look at you. With a gentle hand you cupped the side of his face, "this will hurt a bit," and you softly dabbed the wet cotton ball at an open cut, earning a hiss of pain from the toon. "Shh, shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay." You couldn't help but comfort him despite the little damage he had taken. "You're gonna be okay." He had earned it, you think.

Finishing up on his face, you moved down to dab the alcohol over the cuts and bruises on his arms. With this, you failed to notice how red in the face Shrimpo was.

"Shrimpo," your voice was soft, "why did you... beat up Glisten?" You discarded the cotton ball and reapplied the alcohol onto another and dabbed the cool liquid over a mean bruise.

"Because I hate him!" You expected that answer. "I hate his face! He's always so mean to you and you never stick up for yourself! I really hate that about you!"

The cotton ball dabbing against his knuckles came to a hault, and you moved your head to look at him,

"You were... sticking up for me?" You asked, genuinely surprised.

Shrimpo's eyes widened after landing on your face and he looked away at your floorboards, his face looking reminescent of a tomato, "W-Well, of course I was!" His voice lost its personally unique angry and loud tone as he further went on, "of course I would- do- uh, I mean- I would-!!!" He promplty shut himself up.

You smiled at him, awfully flattered and sharply aware of your increased heartbeat. "How sweet of you, Shrimpo." You leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss on his cheek. The toon stilled in response while you moved to return to cleaning his knuckles, you were pretty sure he stopped breathing for a bit too. You hummed while putting away your supplies back in the med-kit, going to your bathroom to return the med-kit and discard of the dirty cotton balls.

Your feet padded against the floor before stopping by the end of your bed next to Shrimpo who sat stiff as a board and still studied every atom of your floorboards, "It's very late, so I don't want to keep you," you informed, yet the other toon made no effort to move. "Oh, wait!" A lightbulb came into your mind, "Astro's hosting a sleepover tonight!" Your voice turned somber, "but, he forgot to invite us, again..." Being sleepy all the time could lead to forgetfulness, you knew. But you weren't stupid, you knew that he hadn't forgotten to invite you and Shrimpo.

A smile crept onto your features and your eyes locked onto the toon beside you, "hey, Shrimpo, why don't we have our own sleepover?"

Said toon shot his head up to you, burning with anger, "I hate that you want to do something with me!" He exclaimed. You tilted your head as he went on, "and I hate that I really really want to, as well!"

Instantaneously, your face lit up with a bright smile. "Really? I'm so glad!" You slept better having someone beside you and knowing you weren't alone, anyway. You flicked the light switch off and opened the covers of your bed after sliding to one side, patting the open space beside you. Shrimpo plopped himself down beside you with a small huff and got comfortable on his side, closing his eyes. He even slept with an angry face. Too cute!

"I'm still awake!!!" Had you said that out loud? That totally wouldn't haunt you till your final moments. Swiftly you got comfortable on your side, facing away from Shrimpo.

"Um, goodnight, Shrimpo." You heard him mutter angry nothings to himself before quieting down again. Just as you were beggining to feel sleep take you for the night, arms wrapped firmly around your middle and a face pressed against your back. You sluggishly moved a hand over one of his with a sleepy smile. You should have sleepovers more often.

If you notice any mistakes, feel free to let me know. Hope you enjoyed!

[mattatouilletkachuk]

Noelle Hischer

A/N: This is a part of my Hockey babies Au.

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y/nusername: We made such a cute baby!! Let’s make another one! 😏

↳ nicohischier: you’re literally still in the hospital bed

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ninahischer: You guys didn’t say you were naming her after me! I’m literally crying in a cafe right now. ❤️

↳ nicohischier: well it’s not like I have any other sisters…

↳ y/nusername: shut up Neeks. We gave Noelle your sister’s name because we love her and it felt right.

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Jackhughes: Noelle… like Noel. I just realized that her name is Christmas themed!

↳ nicohischer :you’ve had too many head injuries omg

njdevils: Futures first female captain in the NHL. 🏒❤️🖤

↳ y/nusername: let’s focus on getting a baby jersey for my baby before we start planning her future.

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Y/nusername: Noelle was just so eager to see the world she decided she had to be born a week early. At least now we get to spend this Christmas with our adorable baby girl. 🌲

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User1: Noelle.. I’m melting it’s so cute ☺️

nicohischer: I was so afraid I was going to drop her when we were leaving.

↳ y/nusername: truth me I know lol. You asked the nurse if you were carrying the carrier the right way like 50 times.

↳ nicohischer: well some of us had to walk and carry a newborn out to the car while the other got wheeled out.

↳ y/nusername I got wheeled out because I just pushed your big headed child out of my vagina.

↳ nicohischer: …fair point

barzal97: I bet I could get her an islanders jersey,

↳ y/nusername: I won’t even wear the jersey when I’m at your games working. What makes you think I’d put my baby in an Islanders jersey.

↳ barzal97 you like the color orange.

↳ y/nusername: 🙄

User2: When was your original due date?

↳ y/nusername January 4, so it wasn’t anything extreme just unexpected.

Tmeier96: you were in labor for hours how are you feeling?

↳ y/nusername: I refuse to take any responsibility what I may have done or said while in labor. However… I’m sorry for using your hand as a squeeze ball until Nico got to the hospital.

Tmeier96: you were in pain and panicking. There’s nothing to be sorry about.

yourmom: I can’t believe I missed by babygirl giving birth to her own baby.

↳ y/nusername: Don’t worry mom, Nico is picking you up from the airport tomorrow. Noelle is still be small and cute plus she’ll still have that new baby smell.

[rimunagenius]

(HC) Post Draft!Kate Martin

NSFW!!

You had no idea they were calling Kate’s name

you had hoped but when it happened you honestly couldn’t breathe

“With the 18th pick in the 2024 WNBA Draft, The Las Vegas Aces select, Kate Martin.” Tears.

Immediately had tears running down your face, hugging Kate.

Her grip on you tight but quick, her anxious to get through hugging everyone there supporting her, and to get up on the stage and accept the honor and reward that came with her hard work.

You recording her interview, crying with Jada, and Gabbie.

At the after party, taking pictures and celebrating, Kate was drunk on her happiness and high of being drafted, and the alcohol, that she wouldn’t stop touching you

holding your hand, rubbing her hand up and down your thigh, “i love you’s” leaving her mouth like a flowing river

it was like this for hours until you both decided to call it a night

you were so happy and equally as drunk, you sang her praises and welcomed the touch happily

“I’m so proud of you, baby” you whispered in her ear, unbelievably close to Kate

“Yeah? Wanna show me?” You placed you hand on her cheek, smiling.

Staring into her eyes

“I think i’m gonna call it a night, Kate?” You had to turned to Caitlin and your friends, and then asking Kate if she had been ready to go

“Yeah, i have interviews and pods tomorrow. Congrats Cait, i’m so proud of you, i love you guys.”

your goodbye along the same lines and the second you and Kate got into the uber it was game over

the poor uber driver watching two women make out like there was no tomorrow oh how i would’ve loved to be a fly on the wall :(

stumbling through the door of your hotel room, you and Kate had literally been eating eachothers faces that’s a gross description but trust…that’s what it looked like

“Oh, my god. You looked so hot holding that jersey, baby.” You whispered as you kissed down Kate’s neck, your thighs squeezing together at the thought

“m so proud of you.” you were already sliding her blazer off, kicking your shoes off and her doing the same

“yeah?” she sighed as she grabbed your face and kissed you, walking you back towards the bed

“mhm. my pretty girl.” you knew Kate had a thing for praise

lived for it. she wouldn’t admit it but god did she love when you told her how good she was doing and how pretty she looked doing it

her face turned a bright shade of red, igniting a hunger in her to please

and boy did she please

“your turn.” you flipped you guys over…you on top

Kate is def a bottom…changed my mind…you can’t! HA!

“I wasn’t don—“ You cut Kate off with a kiss

“What? You think my hot girlfriend is gonna be the only one giving the action? As much as I loved what you do with your hands, baby….you love what I do with my mouth..” You trailed kisses down her body, almost at your dream destination

“Oh, is that so?” She giggled, attempting to grab at your bare hips.

“Yeah it is. Want me to bring up last night when you cried?” your lips pressing soft kisses to her thighs

Her face turned pink, and her breath hitched. How could she forget the tears you brought to her face from the multiple orgasms?

You both were going at it all night. and i mean alllll nightttttt.

“Oh, my god. That was—“ You rolled into her side, your head resting on her chest.

“Yeah. It was.” Her arm pulling you closer.

“Holy shit. Is that daylight?” You looked across from you both, the blinds cracked.

“I think it is, sunshine.” Kate and you laughed but damn near cried at how you were going to get little to no sleep….damn her looking so hot while getting drafted

didn’t want to go too far into detail bc that’ll be spoiling a little part of my Kate Martin series ;)))

[romanarose]

Ouch!

Santiago Garcia x fem!afab!reader

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Summery: You have really difficult periods, but Santi is there for you.

A one shot but takes place in the Santi period fic verse after Santi with a Reader on her Period and Gross Reality but also in the universe of Honest Mistake written with @missdictatorme

Warnings: Blood, period se, v painful periods, butthole cramps, tummy cramps, backaches, Santi's pretty fingers. mentions of breeding kink, accidentally cumming inside, mentions of plan B

Immersivity: reader can get periods, is fem, can be picked up.

This is my submission for Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon !!! come join in the fun and follow @triplefrontier-anniversary to find more fics!!!

840 words

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“OOOOOWWWWWW!” You wine on your stomach, Santi knelt behind you.

“I know baby, I know, you’re doing so, so good.”

You were lying on a heating pad, your cramps killing you. It fucking hurt. Santi was massaging your lower back, which also hurt.

“Shut up!” You snap, then immediately apologize. “I’m soooorrryyyyyy”

“It’s okay, it’s alright.” This had been going on all day. You felt bad for snapping at him when he was trying to help, but god today was awful. 

Santi had to pick you up at work, bringing Ben to drive your car home because you felt so faint. After getting home, Santi wrapped an arm around you to make sure you didn’t pass out before getting you set up in bed. It. HURT. It hurt so bad everyone in your torso and you just cried half the day away. The only time you were off the heating pad was to cry and poop and maybe throw up a bit. This was not Santi’s first rodeo with your horrific periods, and he took good care of you. Luckily, things had eased a bit by this point, although still painful, it was not unbearable.

YOur voice is muffled from the pillow. “Santi, I need you to fuck me.”

This was not what he was expecting from his pained girlfriend, face down in the pillow unable to watch The Office he had put on just for her. Santi hated The Office, he was a Parks and Rec man himself.

“Oh. Like… with my dick?”

You lift your head off the pillow. “No, with a beer bottle-  yes with your dick, Santi! I heard from Will’s wife that orgasms help periods.”

“You talk about sex with Lana?”

“Oh yeah, all the time. Did you know sometimes when he eats her out he’ll put his-”

Santi shoved your face back into the pillow.

*

Santi set it up after helping you get up to remove your period cup, placing a towel down on the bed. You came back without bottoms but your Star Wars t-shirt still on, which Santi understood. This was to help your cramps, not his pleasure. Wasn’t his fault you still looked sexy as hell with your grumpy little pouty face, giving him a boner. Santi tried to touch you, but you snapped back.

“I’m clearly already soaked, Garci.”

He swatted your ass. “The goal is to make you cum, carino not to shove my dick in the wettest hole.

You mocked his words in a high-pitched tone, layed back down on the heating pad. God this was awful. You needed to see a doctor about this, you couldn’t go on this way. Santi’s fingers were- ohfuckinghellowowowowowwww- they were fucking magical. You’d admit his pussy eating game was not where it could be, but honestly neither was your head game. It worked. What mattered was your pussy was gorilla grip and he had a massive shlong he knew how to use, and god DAMN his FINGERS. It wasn’t long before you were moaning, Santi sliding hot cock into your bleeding cunt, fucking your brains away. Fuck it felt nice. Your tummy still hurt.

“Owwwww” You moan.

He slowed. “You okay?”

“No I’m dying!”

He sighs. “You’re going to the gyno tomorrow, right?”

“UUUGGHHHH” you kick your feet. “Yes just fuck me!!”

You’re on the verge of cumming, Santi’s cock hitting nice and deep just the way you liked it when- 

“OOOWW!!!!” You shout, clamping down hard as you had a butthole cramp “OW OW OW OW OW!!!!”

Santi mumbles some swear words, pulling out of you “Shit, baby are you okay?” His hands are warm on you, desperately looking if he hurt you.

“Yeah…” You mumble, rolling over onto your back. “I got a butthole cramp… Maybe this isn’t working.”

“Yeah, maybe not. I can still do it with these bad boys though!” Santi wiggles his blood covered fingers with a dopey grin on his face.

You laugh, sitting up to kiss him when you notice. His dick gone soft and although red, was leaking white. “Santi.” You give him a pointed look. “Did me yelling in pain make you cum inside me?”

His eyes are wide with panic. “NO! No that’s not it! You just-” He stopped himself, looking nervous so you give him a break and chuckle.

“I just what, baby?”

He groans loudly, but mutters when he speaks. “Just so tight.”

You tackle him, tickling Santi’s body, not caring that both of you are bloody. “You’re a 40 year old man, your pull out game is ASS!” You’re both laughing, rolling around on the bed and forgetting about your pain for a moment.

“I”LL BUY PLAN B!” Santiago picks you up, tossing you on the mattress and climbs on top as you bounce.

“YOU SHOULD’VE BOUGHT PLAN CONDOMS! YOU’RE GONNA NEED TO BUY PLAN BABY CARRIER IF YOU DON’T STOP!” You playfully bite his arm. 

“OW!” He pinned you down. “Oh nooooo, breeding my beautiful girlfriend, whatever will I do!”

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thank you guys!!!! i really hope you take part in the write a thon, spread our love for triple frontier!!!! santi is my most special guy!

i did a poll today with what blorbo you associate me with and santi has ben the winner so far

anyway, this is just a starter for the write a thon bc i at LEAST want my santi x will fic an them something different, i really wanna branch out with something.... different. im not sure with what yet! also: part 2 of puzzle pieces with benny

lots coming in addition to my other works and a commsission.

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[taurussbabe]

hey !! its my birthday today and i was wondering if you could possibly write a joao fluff where him + reader just celebrate the reader’s birthday ?! i love your work 💗

a/n: happy belated birthday! i know it's superrr late but i hope you like it anon!❤️ wc: 1.3k

Today was your birthday, you were happy, sure, but honestly, you wished someone else was here. João had a game away so that meant you woke up to an empty bed, you turned around, seeing the sun illuminate the bedsheets and half of your bedroom.

You reached for your phone, seeing a couple of messages from your mom, your dad and some other family members, but your attention diverted from all of those when you saw a text from your favorite boy in the world.

“happy birthday!!!” read one, followed by few others: “and good morning”, “have the best day”, “sorry I can’t be there”, “love you to much bebé”

You smiled to yourself as you read them all, quickly typing a thank you message , alongside with one where you said you wished he was here too.

You got up, showered and got ready, you didn’t have work today because you had called in for a day off, it was your birthday, and you deserved a little bit of time for yourself before you had your party with your friends that night.

The doorbell sound brought you back to reality, stepping outside, only to find a huge flower bouquet and a box. You picked both the items up as you read the little cart attached to it “happy birthday, linda. Sorry I can’t be there, call me before opening the gift :)”

You placed the flower on the counter and smiled to yourself as you tapped on the little facetime icon, setting the phone up while you filled the vase.

“hi angel” his voiced echoed in the house, making you look at the screen “how’s my favorite birthday girl?”

“you didn’t have to, in fact, you shouldn’t have, they must have been so expensive”

“oh c’mon, you really think I wasn’t going to do anything, you know I wish I could have been there, but I love you so much”

“I know” you let a beat of silence run between the two of you as you admired his face before speaking again “and I love you too”

“I have to go soon so can you open the box?” he asked softly

“oh yeah sure, how are you feeling about the game?” you spoke while unwrapping the little box.

“good. Confident. A little nervous, but confident” he said “oh and just so you know, that’s not your real gift, that you get tomorrow, this is just a little something”

Tears filled your eyes as you opened the box only to reveal so many envelopes in there, each one of them had a little description saying ‘open when feeling sad, angry, anxious, insecure, happy, excited….’, inside the box were also your favorite chocolates, bath bombs and face masks.

You didn’t know what you had done to deserve this boy, but it must have certainly been something incredible because never in your life you thought you would be so lucky as to have someone like him.

“oh god, are you crying? please don’t cry, I didn’t think the gift was that bad” his voice echoed again, by now, tears were streaming down your face

“shut up, this is so perfect, I love you so so so much, thank you for being you”

After your reassurance, you could teel that he took a breath of relief, but you didn’t get to talk much more, because soon enough he was called.

-

It was now the afternoon and you were getting ready for your birthday party, your friends had arranged everything for a dinner at a restaurant they knew you loved, you had just finished watching barça and you were so happy because they had a good game, you loved seeing joão so happy in this team, even when they were losing he seemed genuinely happy to be there, but it was, of course, better when they won.

-

You laughed as you took pictures alongside your friends, no one else in sight since you were in the most private part of the restaurant, obviously you were very happy to be there but also a bit worried because joão hadn’t answered ever since before the game, you had congratulated him after, praising his performance but he hadn’t even seen it.

You couldn’t think more about that, though, because your friends dragged you, claiming they had a huge surprise waiting for you.

“okay, you have to keep your eyes closed, promise?” one of your friends said

“yes, I get it”

You stretched your arms in front of you as to try to find out what your surprise was, you smelled a cologne that seemed familiar to you, but didn’t think much of it, until you felt a pair of hands grabbing yours, and those you immediately recognized.

“João?”

“damn, I thought you would take longer” he hugged you tight, pressing a kiss to your cheek as all your friends applauded.

“oh my god, what are you doing here? I though you were away” you smiled at him when he let go a bit, still not completely letting go of you.

“I had to be here for your birthday” he kissed your forehead, smiling through the kiss

“thank you” you smiled up at him, your eyes full of tears, your hand clasped together with his

The rest of the dinner was spent laughing and taking and awful lot of pictures, until the time to sing happy birthday came. You sat on João’s lap, his hand immediately wrapping around your waist, is thumb rubbing against the material of your dress.

“happy birthday,  bebé, I love you” you heard as soon as you blew the candles, thank you for being born”

You were gonna turn around to thank him when you felt him reach for cake’s icing and place it on your cheek, you audibly gasped when you felt the cold it your skin and soon heard everyone’s laughter.

-

You said your goodbyes to last person to leave as you left the restaurant, holding hands with João, turning around to meet his smiling face.

“did you have fun today?”

“I did, it was the best day, thank you for being part of it” you got on your tiptoes to kiss him “I love you”

“you’re welcome, you deserve it, you deserve everything” his hand came in contact with your cheek, gently caressing it, instantly making your jaw relax. “wanna go home?”

“yes, please” he pulled at your hand, leading the way to his car.

You felt his hands at your waist pulling you to stay on the opposite side of the road and smiled to yourself when you realized.

“Amo-te” (I love you) he whispered, hugging you from behind as you reached the car “muito” (a lot)

“I love you too” he opened your door, letting you in before getting in himself

During the ride home you were blessed with João’s singing voice, his hand on your thigh and yours on his hair, playing with it.

-

“dance with me” you whispered, your chin resting on his shoulder

“what?”

“dance with me, please, it’s my birthday” you looked at him through the mirror, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“of course” he turned around, his hands finding its way to your waist and your arms around his neck

You both started to sway dancing in the middle of the bathroom, he leaned in for a kiss, soft but passionate, and a million little pecks after, making you giggle.

He did a little dip in the end, causing you to laugh.

“thank you, for today” “well, thank YOU for existing” he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around him “close your eyes for you gift”

And you did, and soon felt him peck your lips multiple times “that’s one for each year you lived”  he kept giving you soft, little kisses

“and what are those for?”

“for all the years I’m gonna be spending with you”

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

The following is a case file from Harry's ledger that seems to have been cut from the game. The text and audio is all still there in the game files, but the option to read it is inaccessible.

>Read a case file.

LOGIC - It takes about half an hour to piece one together, using the system you've devised. Which one do you want?

>COLLAPSING TENEMENT

DAMAGED LEDGER - This one's bad. Not that far from Precinct 41 -- in Central Jamrock -- there is an eight story apartment building with two hundred residents inside. It's the dead of winter, January. Snowing. Someone's beating their wife. It's half past midnight.

You get a complaint -- no one's there to take it. So you do call duty. The beating is taking place on the eighth floor. You take the elevator up. The building's creaking around you. Cold as hell. It's a run down old place. Concrete panels, rats everywhere.

And it's not pretty in the apartment either. By the time you arrive the husband's left. His wife has got her lip busted, face swollen. Eyes shut. Can't leave him, they're a *financial unit*. Enjoying this beautiful life in this beautiful tenement.

So anyway -- you take a leak before you leave.

In the apartment I got the call to?

DAMAGED LEDGER - Yes, cops do that. *While* you're taking a piss, you see a big crack in the wall. In the outer wall of the building. You can *feel* the cold air blow in. You take the elevator down, look up -- a big crack runs on the outer wall of the whole building.

Right from the foundation -- up to the eighth floor.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Easy: Success] - Oh god...

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - No, no, no, no...

HALF LIGHT [Easy: Success] - Fucking hell.

The tilt is beyond the point of maximum deviation from the gravity bearing perpendicular. This means that the building is falling -- and will fall no matter what.

DAMAGED LEDGER - That's right. They trained you for this in cop school. Everyone has to pick a civil specialization so they can keep the city running: fire safety, first aid training, and so on. You took *building safety regulation*. And it tells you that this one -- is coming down.

+5 XP

Maybe not tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow. Maybe not the day after, but it's coming down. In a matter of days. It is physically impossible for it not to. And the two hundred people in there? They are all going down with it. The woman with the busted lip, the husband who beats her, their kids in the other room...

The drunk in the hallway. The girl in the elevator when you were going up. The youths on the stairs, laughing, smoking. The couple next to the apartment -- who made the call. They're all going to die.

But, you see, it's *freezing* outside. And there is no municipal government in Revachol. Nowhere to put these people. Two hundred people can't go to their *aunt's for a couple of days*. And above all -- there is no one to *tell* the building is coming down. No authority but you.

I'm gonna have to knock on every door and explain them how load bearing perpendiculars work?

I'm gonna have to go home and do nothing, not think about this ever again.

I'm gonna have to find my captain somewhere, first thing tomorrow. Maybe even *tonight*.

DAMAGED LEDGER - Bad, bad thoughts go through your head. So what you do is -- you call your partner. JV (only initials available) is up. He comes immediately. He didn't take building safety, but he believes you. He brings five more officers. Together you knock on *every door* and explain the situation.

The load bearing perpendicular. The maximum deviation. All of it... Some people believe you. Most don't. Some you have to *forcibly* remove. Some even pull guns on you. It takes 20 hours to evacuate the whole building. 200 people stand outside in the cold. Children cry.

Your captain puts them in a half-burned building 10 km South. It's got black mould and no roof, but hey -- it's better than death.

And then what?

DAMAGED LEDGER - And then the building doesn't come down. And it still hasn't. That was 52 days ago. BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT. The point is -- it *will* come down.

+5 XP

Am I *absolutely* sure?

And when it does, everyone in there will die.

If it hasn't, it won't. I was wrong.

Oh god, I don't know...

DAMAGED LEDGER - 100000000000%

2. And when it does, everyone in there will die.

DAMAGED LEDGER - At the end of the day -- no one knows. The math says it *must* collapse. And the optics show that it doesn't. It's as if some kind of *evil spirit* is holding the tenement together, like the jaws of a trap. Luring the people back in. One by one. Already they're going... At least 40 of them are living there now.

As we speak. And you can't *keep* them from going back, because they all hate you. They despise you. They think you threw them out of their homes. Every day they despise you more -- and every day, more of them go back.

And every day is a day closer to the day the building will fall.

DAMAGED LEDGER - Exactly. These notes have been very clear. Seems you have been thorough with documenting this one. So -- which one of these do you want to read *next*? (Because there is nothing you can do about THE COLLAPSING TENEMENT).

[starry-hughes]

baking (quinn hughes)

day 18 of star’s ficmas

quinn hughes x mom!reader - daisy’s au

Before Christmas, on the 21st, Quinn was in Dallas. He hated when he had to be on road trips right before the holidays. You and your one and a half year old daughter were at home in Vancouver. Quinn played on the 23rd and then the three of you would fly to Michigan.

Quinn was exhausted from the whole roadtrip, he missed you and Daisy. It was the night of the 22nd, almost midnight when he arrived home. Two years ago, if you would have asked him what he was missing for Christmas, he didn’t know what to say. That was before you came along and before the two of you started hooking up, before you got pregnant and before Daisy came along.

Daisy was a baby for her first Christmas so this year, she was running around, yanking ornaments off the tree and crying whenever she saw Mall Santa.

Quinn was traveling home after the game in Dallas. It was late and he was tired. He still had to come home and pack for Michigan and all he wanted was to curl into the bed with you and Daisy.

He wasn’t expecting anyone to be awake when he got home, it was late. He unlocked the door and saw the Christmas lights on and giggling from the kitchen. He saw packed suitcases by the door, you had packed everything for him.

“I think it’s someone’s bedtime,” Quinn broke out into a smile as he entered the kitchen. Daisy was in her pajamas and wide awake. “Daddy!” she screeched and jumped off her stool ran over to him. “Hi baby,” he said and picked her up. Quinn carried her over to you, he kissed you softly. “Welcome home, Daisy couldn’t sleep,” you said.

Quinn looked at the counter, seeing rolled out cookie dough with cookie cutters. “Making cookies?” he looked at Daisy. “Santa! At gamma’s!”

“That’s right baby, Santa knows you’re at grandma’s this Christmas,” you smiled. Quinn let Daisy down on the floor after she was wriggling in his arms. “Daddy help!”

Quinn happily put on the pink apron Daisy brought over for him. The three of you worked on cookies, using the cookie cutters and putting them into the oven. You taught her how to crack eggs open and Quinn was helping her whisk in the flour gently. Daisy was getting tired, she had left her little stool and begged for you to hold her. “Baby, do you want to decorate cookies?” you asked.

“We can package them up and she can decorate them at the game or on the flight tomorrow,” Quinn suggested. Quinn pulled the cookies out to cool and Daisy had fallen asleep on your shoulder. Quinn turned on her nightlight in her bedroom and you placed her into bed and tucked her in. Her mini Christmas tree sat on her dresser all lit up, along with the small menorah.

It was super late now, but you wanted the kitchen clean. “Quinn honey you can sleep, I know you’re tired.” He shook his head. “I want to be in bed with you so let me help.” You packed up the cookies and decorating items for Daisy. You finished up everything and Quinn said he would be in the bedroom right after you, he was finishing up drying one of the cookie sheets. “Hey,” he called, pulling you into him, he had put down the drying towel, “I love you. Merry Christmas.”

[ickyarson777]

Ooooh requests! I have one! I am dying for gamer boyfriend iii. Maybe playing games with him? Or just snuggling up with him, playing with his hair, while he slaughters digital zombies? XD Whatever you think!

GODS YES PLEASE

ahem anyway, of course love i can definitely do that for you! and thanks for the request! i hope it lives up to your expectations!!

content warnings: none!! just fluff and games today. tried to stay as gn with the reader as i could. only things used for them is 'love,' and 'lovely.'

notes before we start, this is about *not* about the actual people in the band, just the characters they’ve created on stage.

that being said, here you go! it's a bit short, wish it was longer but this was fun to write :)

Word count: 843

I curled up in bed, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, glancing every now and then at III, back facing me as he played his game. Since he’d downloaded Skyrim, he’d been playing it every chance he got. He talked a lot while playing, so I now had my own fair share of knowledge about the game.

“These damned draugr,” he’d mutter every now and then. “Fuck, dragon’s gonna eat my ass!” he’d groan as his character got snatched up. 

He was never one to scream angrily while playing, something I appreciated. He would, however, get very worked up, shaking me around and celebrating when he finally would pass a section of the game that was giving him trouble.

He’d lean over, ask if I saw how many times he’d died trying to pass that specific section, I’d tell him, laughing, ‘yes, I did see you die over and over, you sure you didn’t do it on purpose?’ He’d gasp in mock offense, ‘Seriously love? You think I’d willingly get fucked over by that shit over and over like that?’ then he’d lean in for a kiss, something to make up for the lack of focus on me, and get right back in. 

Tonight however, we played together. He’d recently bought a Nintendo Switch, and we’d spent the past couple nights staying up playing Mario Kart. We sat next to each other, leaning forward on our knees, deeply focused on the race. I’d hit him with a shell, he’d throw a banana peel. Each time I overtook him, or vice versa, the other would cry out in both frustration, laughter, or an attempt to rile the other up. Eventually after we’d played for a few hours, we’d lose count of the score and take a break to go get some snacks from the kitchen. After making our way back to the room, arms full of snacks and drinks, we’d lay back in the bed and he’d talk my ears off about anything and everything he could think of. 

“There’s a new Zelda game that came out, a sequel to Breath of the Wild! Supposed to have two whole new maps and shit,” he’d tell me, running his fingers through his long hair. “Can’t wait to play it.” 

I smile at him and yawn softly. 

“Getting tired, love? Or tired of losing Mario Kart,” he said with a stupid smirk. 

I scoff at his question, “You’d like to think I was losing wouldn’t you?”

He chuckles at me, “Of course I think that, ‘cause it's the truth.”

“Whatever,” I say , rolling my eyes. I lean back in the bed and slip under the covers. “Think I’m done for the night.”

He sighs dramatically, “Guess we’ll have to settle our score tomorrow then.”

“Mhmm,” I hum in agreement. I watch him as he picks the controller up again, and closes the game. He turns the tv down a bit, and opens Skyrim again. I watch through eyes fluttering, trying to stay awake a bit longer as he begins his in-game trek across the map, trying to reach new locations, every now and then stopping to fight some monster, creature or enemy in his path. Carefully, I nudge him with my foot and he glances back at me. 

“What’s up, love?” he asks.

I hold my arms out to him, wanting to cuddle up to him. He smiles at my gesture and crawls across the bed, leaning back against me, head on my chest, still facing the screen. I kiss the top of his head, and run my fingers through his hair, and listen to him talk. He’s always so loud, but now he mutters queitly to himself, perhaps trying to mind my tiredness, perhaps feeling his own tiredness start to take over. 

“Love you,” I murmur sleepily into his mess of red hair. 

“Love you too, lovely,” he mutters and then exclaims loudly, “Motherfucking dragons!”

“III,” I groan, having been snapped out of my almost sleep. 

He chuckles, “Sorry love.”

I smile, taking strands of his hair and braiding them carefully. “It’s ok,” I tell him. “What are you doing in the game?”

And then it begins again, his nonstop talk about the game. Eventually his accent gets thicker with sleep creeping into his voice, and I have no idea what he’s saying anymore. I drift off into my own slumber.

At some point, he’s gotten off the game and shifted to lie next to me, because the next morning, I wake up to him, arms lazily wrapped around me, mouth hanging wide open, soft snores excaping his mouth. I smile at his goofy expression, his messy hair tangles and spread over his pillow, over his face. The quiet moments with III are rare. Odd but not uncomfortable. 

I curl up next to him, and drift off to sleep again, knowing the moment we both wake up, its back to the games again.

‘Gonna need my rest if I’m gonna beat his ass at Mario Kart,’ is the last thing I think before drifting off again. 

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how do you end stuff like this :')

anyway pls y'all give me more

[hoe4sports]

“Take care of Clara” p2

Jessie Fleming x reader

A/N: Mentions of anxiety. Angst. Read part one for context. I’m having a writes block so please give me your request <3

You wanted to scoop her up in your arms and remove her from the situation. Honestly, you felt like you were stuck in a freeze. Clara was 20 meters in front of you standing next to her chewing on her finger as if there was no tomorrow. You could feel your own heart start to pound in stress. Clara wasn’t a bad kid, but she was a kid with a heavy backpack and that backpack needed to be carried by adults with strong shoulders.

In your mind, you were trying to work up what you were to tell Clara, let alone what you were to tell Jessie when you had to see her after the game. It felt like someone physically was taking your stomach and twisting it with their bare hands. Like someone had injected adrenaline straight into your heart. Like your vision was blurred with allergies.

Jessie squatted down to Clara’s level, and you could see her talking to Clara. Clara was slowly nodding at Jessie as she spoke. Jessie pointed out to the field as Clara once again nodded. Then, out of nowhere just as you were about to move to get your daughter, you see Clara nodding before grabbing Jessie’s hand before they start to walk out with the rest of the girls. Your little girl looked so small on the big field next to Jessie. The camera crew were walking across the line of players filming them, and just before the got to Jessie; she picked Clara up. You could see them on the big screen and it made your heart swell to a size that didn’t feel like it would fit in your body. The pride topped itself when Jessie said something to Clara and Clara giggled as she waved her little hand to the camera causing the crowd to go “aaawwww” in sync. The feeling of pride was spreading across your body and tears started to pile up in your eyes. The joy of seeing your daughter on the field next to your girlfriend meant the world to you. You thought about how sister would’ve been beaming with pride and joy, and you made sure to snap a picture of them on field during the league song. You wanted to cherish this moment forever, like there was no tomorrow.

The song ended abruptly, and you suddenly felt uneasy again. How was Clara gonna deal with having to be carried off the field instead of by running with the other kids like she had wanted to? God, the disappointment would stick with her for weeks on end. You placed your phone in your pocket as you got ready to grab your daughter. When you looked up from placing your phone inside your pocket, Jessie and Clara were already making their way towards you. But Clara was not being carried. She was holding on to Jessie’s hand while running next to her with the most precious smile you had ever seen. Her little eyes beaming with pride as she ran next to your girlfriend. Her infectious laugh was spreading to you as she came closer to you making you smile as it calmed your heart down.

You squatted down as you opened up your arms to your daughter who came running the last few meters to you with Jessie next to her. Her frame threw herself at you while she giggled like she never had before. The little girl go hoisted up onto your hip as you looked at Jessie for a second who blew you a kiss as she ran out to the other girls while waving to Clara. “Mommy! I did it! I went on the big field with Jessie!” Clara squealed in excitement as she clapped for herself. “Yes Claramell, you definitely did” you said as you kissed the top of her head while walking with a staff member to the friends and family section rather than the section for the mascots.

The game went on, and Chelsea went on to win 3-2. Jessie was standing in the right corner of the box as a last minute corner was called for. Jessie got lucky and was able to smash the ball in with her left food before the crowd erupted in a collective cry of joy. Clara clapped as the camera focused in on Jessie’s face. Two seconds after Jessie’s face was filmed; she tapped her heart twice and pointed to the drawing on her arm made by Clara last evening. Clara of course noticed it, and it lead her to giggle again.

—

“Jessie!” Clara screamed as she ran across the hall to Jessie’s arms. “You won!” Clara giggled as Jessie tickled her. “Yes, C, we won! ” she said as she smiled towards you. “Big girls gets medals for winning” Clara said as she wiggled herself out of Jessie’s grip before skipping over to grabb her little heart shaped bag out of your hands. She pulled out a folded together drawing before turning to Jessie and folding it out. “It’s you and me and mommy and a ball and a big medal on the big field!” Clara explained as she pointed to the drawing. “You have pink shoes, like me!” She said as she pointed to the neon pink shoes she had drawn onto Jessie’s feet causing Jessie to giggle. “Maybe I need to get pink shoes like the ones you have?” Jessie asked before Clara nodded rapidly. Jessie grabbed the drawing and thanked Clara before hurrying into the warderobe to do the debrief with the team.

-

After the match, Jessie met up with you in the parking lot. Clara had fallen asleep in her car seat after talking about how she wanted to be like Jessie when she grew up and how she was gonna work just as hard as Jessie. It wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Jessie was the one for you and Clara. Clara hadn’t really spoken to other adults than you, your bestfriend and occasionally your parents. It was all a part of the anxiety issues she’d suffered from since birth.

“Baby, you played so well!” You said as Jessie embraced you into a hug. “Thanks love, where’s Clara? Is she okay?” Jessie asked as she peeked into the car to see a sleeping Clara. “She fell asleep rambling about how she wanted to be like you, I don’t know what you did but you have certainly won her over” you said as you once again could feel the tears pressing. Jessie shrugged before you both got into the car to go home together. “How did you do it? Get her out on the field? I am not sure that I wouldn’t be able to get her out there” you asked as your eyes moved to the rear view mirror to see your beautiful daughter safe asleep in her car seat with her little Fleming jersey on with her bunny in one hand and her little heart purse in the other. “I told her about how even adults can feel anxiety” Jessie said before sipping on her bottle. It seemed like Jessie didn’t think it was a big deal, but for you however; it was a huge deal. “I think that Clara really likes you, you know” you mumbled as you kept driving trying not to seem to eager, but a part of you wanted Jessie to move in with you and to be a family. Jessie smiled as she yawned and touched your thigh. The ride home was fairly quiet with both Jessie and Clara being tired. As you pulled up to your apartment building, you looked over at Jessie who was admiring the picture of Clara you had on your phone. “I’d really love for us to be a family” you said quietly as you almost swallowed your own words to the point of them being inaudible. Jessie didn’t seem to hear it as she was already heading out to carry a sleeping Clara into the apartment. On your way in; in the escalator the two of you stood in silence only to hear Clara’s light snoring from Jessie’s arms. Jessie looked over at you just before the doors to the escalator opened up;

“I’d really like us to be a family too, if you’d let me stay here with you both. I promise that I’ll care for her like my own and I’m gonna find the perfect ring for you, baby.”

[skipper1331]

Sunshine // Rebecka Blomqvist

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy:)

Rebecka didn‘t scream, she just went down.

In the corner of your eye, you saw her collapse to the ground, arm in the air, frantically waving in the sky.

You stopped running towards the opponents goal, you stopped every movement. You ignored the ball that was passed to your feet - Becks was laying on the floor and not getting up. "Rebecka" you breathed out. It was like something in your mind switched, your brain wasn’t working anymore, you ignored everything around you, just started running.

"Becks?" you asked as you sat down on the grass, wiping her hair out of her face. "It hurts" she said, no tears leaving her eyes. The medics were doing their best to examine her knee but it seemed pretty obvious.

The three little letters that every footballer, every coach, every fan - simply everybody hated: ACL.

Your eyes followed the blonde as she was supported by the medics. You had seen people tore their ACL before and it never affected you as much as it did now. This was Becks, the Swedish sunshine.

That day, her brightness and sunshine was robbed.

After the game, you almost sprinted to the physio room but Becks didn‘t want to see anybody. Jule and you stood in front of the room, arguing with the 'bodyguard' who was actually a staff member, to let you in but with no luck, "please respect her wishes" he told you sternly, pointing to the changing room.

While Jule sighed, you huffed before you grumbled angrily, marching to the locker. What the fuck? You had to see Becks! How was she feeling? Did you need to hold her hand - did she need a shoulder to cry on?

-

She went radio silent after that. Your calls went straight to her mailbox, texts were ignored. You didn‘t know how she was feeling nor did any of the girls. The only people who knew something about her condition were the coach, doctors and staff members yet just physically. No one knew how she was mentally.

It wasn‘t until her surgery that she went 'online' again - she arose from the dead.

Becks🌞

surgery went well.

The relief you felt at her text was nothing compared to the moment when her caller id popped up. Immediately, you accepted.

"Rebecka" you whispered, stopping your movement in the kitchen. There was silence on the line, only light breathing could be heard.

"Can you come here?" she asked with a small, timid and tired voice. With no hesitation in your voice, you asked, "where are you?"

Not even half an hour later, you were at the hospital, sitting in Becks room as she slept peacefully. Her blonde hair was splayed across the pillow, her leg prompted up as it was covered in plasters and more.

"Did I fall asleep?" she asked groggily, exhausted eyes looking at you yet a small smile displayed on her lips. She was happy to see you.

"Yeah but that‘s okay" out of reflex, your hand went to the side of her head as your thumb caressed her cheek, "I’ve brought you your favorite candy. Thought it might be better than the hospital food"

Gratitude was written over the swedes face as she looked at you, smiling. "I can leave tomorrow at 12 pm. Please pick me up?" you nodded at her request, the blonde slowly falling into a slumber at the comforting touch of your hand. You continued your actions for a few more minutes to be sure she was deep asleep before you left.

-

Exactly at 12 pm, you picked Becks up, her crutches laying on the backseat as she sat in the 'passenger princess' seat, her phone already connected with the aux.

The two of you hummed or sang to the songs that played, one better than the other.

When you arrived at her home, you jogged around the car, quickly grabbing the crutches as you opened Rebeckas door as well. "Here" you stated, holding out your hands to gently pull her up. Standing in front of you, you handed her the crutches, making sure that you could let go of her waist. Wordlessly, you grabbed her bag as you followed her to the front door.

-

"I hate these stupid things" she groaned as she flopped on the couch, the stupid things crashing on the floor.

Ignoring her complain, you walked in her kitchen, a place you knew well enough as often as Becks had cooked for you and Jule. You filled a glass of water, walking back to Rebecka as you gave it to her before you walked back in the kitchen. Opening the fridge, emptiness stared back at you. You would change that.

"I have to go but I’ll be back" you stated as Becks laid on the couch, eyes focused on the tv.

"Take your spare key"

Not even an hour later, you walked back in her home, hands full with shopping bags, "went grocery shopping" you smiled. The blonde hadn‘t moved an inch - she laid in the same posture as she was when you left.

"What?" propping her body weight on her arms, she stared blankly at you, "why did you do that?"

Sorting the things on her kitchen counter, "don‘t you think I can do it on my own? Do you think just because I’m on crutches I can’t do stuff alone?!" You didn't respond to her negative and irritable energy. She had a free pass due to the recent injury and being released from the hospital just today.

"Just sit down and let me cook for you" you replied instead, as you put the last few groceries in the fridge.

-

You visited the Swede almost everyday. Sometimes before training, sometimes after training. At matchdays, you would visit her after. It became your routine to check on the blonde.

As her rehab started Becks got very annoyed - to a point where she was mad 24/7 because her knee didn‘t work the way it should - the way she wanted it to work.

After her rehab sessions, she was in the worst mood, she was irritable and exhausted, one wrong move and she would blow up. The crutches didn‘t help either, they just reminded her of the miserable state she was in. That she couldn‘t do the thing she loves: play football.

Becks was standing the kitchen, one crutch laying on the floor as the other one supported her weight. She tried to grab something from the top cupboard but just couldn’t reach it which drove her mad. Unfortunately for you, you walked through her apartment door just then. When you saw the blonde balance like that, her leg swinging in all directions, you rushed to her. "Let me help you" you said - wrong move. Very wrong move. As soon as you laid the item she wanted on the counter the girl snapped, throwing insults at you. "Stop! Just fucking stop! You‘re so fucking annoying with your helper syndrome! Cleaning my mess, doing the dishes and my laundry, I’m not 7 anymore!" the Swede spat, steam radiating off her body. You were taken back, offended, maybe even hurt - your only intention was to help her, so she could concentrate on her rehab, so she could be back on the pitch again. She shouldn't worry about her household. Her first priority should be to walk again without crutches and then her household. She should slowly get back to everything. The thing was that you didn’t even mother her, you were a support, nothing more. You cooked with her, did the laundry with her - you carried it into the living room while she would fold it . You did everything with her. Only to get it thrown in your face.

"Okay" you took a step back, creating distance, "I’m sorry"

You left after that, feeling hurt and disrespected.

"Fuck" the Swede cursed as she saw you walking out of her flat. Why did she do that? Angrily, she threw the crutch away, slowly sinking down to the floor. Her back was leant against the counter, face hidden in her hands as the tears started falling. She didn‘t mean to yell at you. She didn‘t mean anything she said. She just felt so helpless.

She was angry at her injury, angry at herself but never at you. She appreciated you so much even if she doesn’t tell you it.

When she thought about what made her happiest, the answer was simple: you. You were the only one who could put a smile on her face.

You were the only one who was allowed to use her apartment the way you wanted - the only one with a spare key.

You were the only one who got to see her so vulnerable and at her weakest. She was still radio silent for everyone else on the team - they only got their information because of you. Except Jule, the blonde would text Jule every now and or call her. Sometimes the Swede was seen in the building, but her team rarely spoke to her and then didn't talk about how she was doing. Her sunshine was gone and it only came back when you were there - you were her personal sunshine.

Later that day, she tried to cook but it was way to annoying to move around the kitchen with crutches and then place the ingredients on the counter without something falling down or herself loosing balance. She ordered some takeout - which was also hard to carry to the kitchen or even the living room as two crutches supported her weight.

The same was the next day with the laundry. She physically couldn’t carry the laundry basket out of the bathroom. So the only solution that came to her mind that didn‘t involve you was to push the basket along the floor while she pulled her body across the floor. When she arrived in the living room she was exhausted, her arms heavy. She started to fold her laundry - she couldn't be bothered to iron it but at some point her eyelids simply closed. Her body collapsed against the couch, piles of laundry around her as soft snores filled the room.

All night you had been thinking about whether you should visit her or not. If she wanted to see you or not. If you wanted to see her or not. And even though she hurt your feelings, you wanted to see you. You had to see her. You had to check if she was okay.

In front of her flat, you waited a few minutes, not completely sure if you should walk in - but you did. You opened the door with your spare key only to be met with the sight of a sleeping Rebecka on the floor, clothes around her as there was takeout trash on the living room table. Smiling to yourself, you closed the door quietly. Becks looked at peace, no furrowed brows, no scowl on her face, no anger. She looked tranquil.

And maybe she was right about your helper syndrome. As you saw the mess around you couldn‘t ignore it. She was laying on the floor, probably exhausted from the work she thought she could do alone. Every movement of you, was thought trough and quiet. You didn't want to wake her up, even if she was a heavy sleeper.

As you collected the laundry items, you silently folded them and sorted them in her wardrobe after you had covered Becks in a blanket.

When her flat was tidy again, you left. No note, no text, nothing.

The blonde woke up 3 hours later. She was confused, didn’t she fold the laundry? Where was it? Where was her empty takeout?

Did you visit her? This was you, right?

The confirmation came when the smell of your perfume hit her nostrils, a smell that she could recognize from miles away.

She felt even worse than before - why did she be so mean to you?

-

Becks stood in front of your apartment, knocking rapidly against the door.

"Hi-"

She didn't let you say anything and just walked in. "Take a seat-" you tried again, the way she balanced on her foot and the crutches gave you anxiety.

"You‘re always so nice" she stated, turning around. "you‘re amazing to me and i yelled at you"

"It‘s oka-"

"Stop talking, please" she whispered, taking a step towards you. She dropped her crutches and out of reflex your hands went to her waist to support her, she knew you would do it. She felt safe with you.

Your hands held a firm grip on your waist as you looked her in the eye. "I‘m sorry for saying those things, you didn‘t deserve that." Her arms went around your neck as leant slightly towards you with her body, "I'm trying to do better for you, to handle my-" her breath hitched as she inhaled sharply, those three letters leaving her mouth for the first time, "to handle the acl better"

"For me?"

"For you" she smiled shyly, her eyes never leaving yours as she leant forwards, this time with her head. Her lips ghosted over your own - it was a gentle peck, nothing more. Neither of you moved, it was simple and quick yet it held so much emotion. She would do better for you and come back stronger.

Resting your forehead against hers, you closed your eyes, "you need to focus on your recovery. I'll wait" you muttered, "I’ll wait as long as it takes"

-

335 days later, Becks was back on the bench.

After your little meet up at your home, there was no romance at all. You supported her at each step, were there at her first step without crutches and as she started to run again. As she said, she tried to better and she did. She started to watch the girls train, talked to them, laughed with them and joined team bondings. Slowly but surely her sunshine was coming back, it shone brighter than before - thanks to you. Becks was not only her smiley self again but did realize how much you meant to her. That kiss? She couldn‘t think about anything else. It was her motivation to fight. I‘ll wait - she was determined to kiss you again. She wanted to return the favour as you were with her every step of the way, she wanted to take you out on a date.

You couldn‘t have been prouder to see Becks back in the squad, every single cell in her body fought for it.

The fans were chanting her name, shouting for her the make her comeback.

It was the 89‘ minute when it finally happened. You walked to the sidelines, raising your arms, so the fans would cheer louder as they already did. Rebecka looked breathtaking in the kit. You high fived her and hugged her before you pressed a kiss to her forehead. You can do it.

You didn‘t bother to put on your jacket or drink something or anything, you only focused on the sunshine girl. The subs tried to talk to but it fell to deaf ears, as some people might say: you watched Becks with heart eyes, as if she hung the moon. And maybe she did because she was the sunshine.

Rebecka was officially back and showed it with her assist.

After the final whistle blew, the girls huddled around her, singing her name but she only had eyes for you. In the group hug, it was your hand which she held, your eyes that she stared into.

-

You watched her walk around the stadium, taking her time with each fan - it made your heart swoon. Her sunshine shone across the pitch.

She was the last one to walk back in the tunnel where you had waited for her.

"You waited?" she asked suprised, she thought everybody would be in the showers by now.

"I told you, I would"

her grin couldn‘t have gotten bigger. She knew what you meant, what you were referring to.

"As long as it takes" she whispered.

Everything disappeared, it was just the two of you in the tunnel of your club stadium. The last fans were escorted out, the pitch covered in darkness.

Just the two of you.

Both of you took a step towards one another, small giggled escaping your mouths. Her hands went to cup your jaw, thumbs caressing your cheeks as your hands found their way around her waist - a place they had enjoyed before.

Becks leant forwards, eyes closed as you did the same. Everything felt amazing. You could feel her breath against your lips, an inch away. You waited so long for this.

When your lips finally met, a content sigh left the both of you, lips interlocking perfectly as they moved in sync although not for long as the one and only Jule Brand stumbled in the hall.

"Oh! Did I interrupt something?"

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[heesuits]

cry baby - lee heeseung ♡

paring: co-worker!heeseung x reader

genre: soft

! the song lyrics are mentioned at some point.

wc: 3k+

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Closed your notebook and stretched your spine... Just finished studying for today, your fingers feel stiff from all the writing, maybe they could even get cramps later. You've been having some online classes at night from different subjects to complement your degree and just got really immersed in it for a couple hours now. You lay your head back at the chair and look at the side glancing at your phone, completely forget about its existence, stretch out your hand to grab it... 10:02 p.m, some notifications and three unread messages:

[8:47 p.m.] heesu: hey wyd :)

[9:12 p.m.] heesu: are you there?

[9:46 p.m.] heesu: there's just something I wanna talk to you about, don't want to bother okay? nothing urgent don't worry, text me back when you can...

Heeseung is a friend from work, you've been working at the same shift for about 3 months now and he kind of makes your days easier with his periodic jokes. Even though he is a shy person overall, you found it funny how it looks like people are always looking for him, trying to find a thing to talk about and make the hours go faster, but you don't judge them, he's definitely a good listener and the big shiny eyes make it easier to know that he's truly paying attention to the issue. But when it comes to the introvert chart you're a full #1 and he's around a #2, cause he often comes to you with some random vent about his life, his meals, his gaming, his love affairs, and you usually just listen carefully and show interest in his matters, rarely opening up about anything, but you can swear he's too good with conversations and still get some facts from you sometimes...

He even caught you crying from stress once, you were hiding at the staircase and he just sat by your side and stayed there for a while not really saying anything but take your time, once you looked done from the crying session you two just got up and went back to work and later that day he brought some chocolate, giving it to you like some sort of secret weapon, claiming that it would help. It surely did. And you've never talked about it but you could feel like since then you've definitely become friends somehow, the atmosphere between the two of you have changed, he always notices when you are having a bad day and keeps looking for alternative ways to help you go through it, and you know when he's just tired of being the listener and needs to open up.

You didn't know what the messages could be about, it's monday, you were working together hours ago and had no other choice than to meet again tomorrow... "I was kind of busy when you texted earlier, here now, what's the issue?" You replied, locked the phone and put it in your pocket. Headed to the kitchen to fill in the water bottle, you were feeling kinda hungry so just got an apple to eat when you felt the phone vibrate, someone is calling, you read the name on the screen: heesu... that fast? Can't help but wonder if there was something happening and just picked up...

"Heeseung? Hello?" he never called before, ever...

"Hi... First of all you're a really bad emergency contact..." he didn't have a worrying tone at least, just the usual.

"And what's the emergency you're needing to contact me about?"

"None actually... did you still not unpacked your bag after work yet?"

"Umm, no... nothing to get off of it today, why?" just too curious at that point.

"I left something there, was wondering why you still didn't say anything about it... go check and then you talk to me okay?"

"I'm not working from home don't even try."

"It's not about that I swear, it's a surprise, cmon go see it."

"Okay mystery man, I'll follow your instructions."

"Bye."

As soon as he hangs up you almost run upstairs to check on the bag, leaving the water bottle and forgetting about the apple... What could it be? A present? A gift card to get some coffee? A prank? Heeseung often handles you pieces of paper during the shift, some just written [I'm bored x.x] sometimes complimenting your different hairstyles [nice buns :D], [cool bangs u.u], [fluffy ponytail ;D], thought it could be one of those and he just made it dramatic to be fun. You found it, now almost sure about the random piece of paper theory: An envelope, locked with an emoji sticker that I gave him some weeks ago cause you recorded yourself unboxing some stationary in your close friends and he said that he liked it. You sat on bed and opened it... Chocolate! And a... handwritten letter? Your face is confused, you tilt your head to the side and go straight into reading:

—

Hello there :D (I've never written a letter)

Is my handwriting readable? Hope so...

Where to start from?... I think I worry a lot... I've got this anxious feeling but it goes away for a minute when I'm with you. When it comes to you I think I talk too much and try too hard, I want to listen more. When we talk throughout the day there's this feeling of "I know I'll fall in love with you, and that's not what I wanna do" I can taste my heart breaking from the thought of you saying that you know it... but those are just my anxious thoughts and at least I should be honest and give you the opportunity to know about my feelings and decide about yours by yourself. Every single new thing I learn about you makes me hope that there's some more time to know much more, to fall some more. I swear I wanted so hard to shake my fears away and open up to you about this in person, but as my voice fails courage I hope my writings at least let you feel my honest intentions... Oh, right, the point of the letter...

Would you give me permission to know more about you, and fall even harder? I promise I won't be your cry baby.

[ ] yes

[ ] no

From: Lee Heeseung

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You get up and grab a pencil to mark your choice, get your phone to take a photo and send it to him without any text or context...

[ ✗ ] yes

[ ] no

—♡.