#bean takes pictures sometimes

[abyssee]

[leapdayowo]

in his fish jammies :33

[archerdork]

it's been a decade but i'm still not over the insanity that is the movie Jupiter Ascending

spoilers ahead, but this movie was slammed when it was released. sitting pretty at a 27%/38% on rotten tomatoes, it was critiqued on essentially every single aspect by a large majority of viewers. almost everyone hated it. almost.

i can't speak for what the the wachowskis actually intended, but this movie is a homage to every 12 year old dreamer writing acidentally self insert stories with unrestrained enthusiasm.

the main character played by Mila Kunis is named Jupiter. no literally. Jupiter Jones.

movie opens with Jupiter living an uneventful, monotonous life. there's a montage of her waking up early, going to work as a house cleaner, waking up early, going to work as a house cleaner, repeat.

within 20 minutes of runtime she is about to be murdered by aliens but is saved bridal carry style by channing tatum rolling in on hover skates. yes exactly what you're picturing. he also has a laser gun that barks when he shoots it. no im not kidding.

channing tatum is a wolf man hybrid. his name is Caine Wise. yes, "dog man", exactly, his name is literally Dog Man. he has pointy ears. "bred for the military but that didn't work out for me". after he saves Jupiter, she is unconscious and wakes up with a gun next to her bc Caine "thought it would make her feel better". he is Guarded and Rough yet Kind and Gentle.

it is later in the movie revealed he used to have wings, pretty feather angel-wings looking wings, but they were ripped off because he broke the rules. he has scars on his back. it's all very man pain. the movie makes a poorly masked point of talking about how he's a wolf man without a pack while the camera is pointed at Jupiter.

Jupiter spends most of the movie alternating between fainting, being kidnapped and holding her own against people wanting to kill her. you know, she's Powerful and Cool and Kickass but also has hunky yet sensitive men saving her. at one point a man who planned to murder Jupiter insults her and Caine, pointing a gun at the guy, asks Jupiter "may i kill him" through his teeth but she says no so he doesn't. (she has a guard dog she literally has a guard dog im-).

she has several wardrob changes and she's either dressed in flannels, snassy space movie outfits or the most beautiful dresses you could imagine.

another character is Stinger Apini played by Sean Bean. he's a human honey bee hybrid. im still not joking. he gets little gold hexagon in his eyes sometimes. he uses "beeswax" as a swear.

while Caine and Stinger have a little "you betrayed me last time we saw each other" fight, a bunch of Stinger's bees start swarming Jupiter, following her movements like some kind of avatar water bending powers. this means she's royalty. because "bee's are genetically designed to recognize royalty" (sean bean says this with a completely straight face for which he deserves an award). Jupiter is space royalty. queen, to be exact. she's queen of a bunch of planets, including earth.

Jupiter Jones, normal human girl from a boring, monotonous life, is Queen of Earth.

she's one of the most important people in the universe and has a hot wolf man saving her at every turn. this movie was written for every little sensitive, creative child inside the heart of a adult clinging to their imagination and dreams.

the movie has about eight bad guys but oscar-winner and acclaimed actor eddie redmayne plays the top bad guy. eddie did this movie coming off the backs of Les Misérables and The Theory of Everything. i can only assume the casting director knew about a murder he’s committed and blackmailed him into doing this movie.

eddie's character name is Balem Abrasax (a fine, 'character name generator'-name) and he either whispers or blows out the speakers.

one hour into the movie it takes a break and does a 'space bureaucracy is like the DMV'-bit as Jupiter, with the help of a robot named Intergalactic Advocate Bob, tries to claim her title as queen. there's a montage where they are sent around to get documents so they can get other documents so they can get other documents only they can't get those documents before submitting the first document and-

jupiter gets a cool glowing tattoo on her wrist and then the movie jumps back into space opera and she's kidnapped and saved a few more times.

jupiter tries so hard to seduce Caine but he resist bc He's Broken and Dangerous and Does Not Deserve Her. the third act kicks off with Jupiter (the person) inside Jupiter (the planet) with Balem who will most certinly hurt her, so Stinger give Caine a pep talk about how much he loves Jupiter and he has to go save her.

mind, they've known each other for about two days and Jupiter has been kidnapped three times so they've only spent about half of that time together. but it's TRUE LOVE goddamnit. Caine looks like he's about to cry when Stinger tells him to go after the girl. then he sets his jaw very masculinely and proceed to fly a little spacecraft though the storm clouds dodging lightning

they kiss during the last fight, defeat the last bad guy and then movie cut to later. now Jupiter is waking up early and happily go about cleaning houses, only she pauses to look at the glowing tattoo on her wrist proving she owns Earth and after work she goes on a date with her wolf man boyfriend who got his wings back so now she uses the hover boots and they go flying together. the end.

movie has so many stupid little quips and bits and funny quotes. the amount of fanfic tropes used would kill you if you did a take a shot-game. it's so silly. so so silly. it's stupid and the pacing is atrocious and the dialouge is so campy it hurts sometimes and the action scenes are a mess of visual effects than nearly give you motion sickness and they are about ten minutes each which is nine minutes to long and i love this movie with all my heart.

it's the most comfort movie to ever comfort. it's little younger me sitting up at night dreaming up insane stories. it's younger me pretending to hoverboard alongside the car on long drives. it's wanting to feel special and loved and go on cool adventures. it's endless imagination wrapped up in a stupid little story with stupid little characters with stupid little names written with pure love for the child inside every creative person.

i will die defending this movie. go watch it

[shosweet]

akaashi headcanons cus he can’t get out of my head 😵‍💫

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi has dimples.

i don’t mean the small, barely visible ones. i mean the deep, majestic ones. even if he so much as lifts the corner of his mouth, a dimple shows up right in the middle of his cheek. he’s a little self-conscious about them though… :(

“whaddya mean you don’t like ‘em?” you pout, poking where they used to be.

“i dunno… i guess they always made me stand out,” he mumbles.

“they’re beautiful, keiji,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “make you you. they’re like the extra flare your pretty smile needs!”

after that, he’s smiled wider and covered his face less.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi loooooooves the nicknames you give him.

kei, eiji, jiji, cash money — he loves them all maybe not the last one, even the ones he doesn’t quite understand at first.

“kaji? that’s a new one,” he says, tilting his head to the side as he pokes a straw through his milk box.

“i just thought of it!” you exclaim, taking a sip from yours.

“how’d you think of it?”

“keiji and akaashi; mix and tadaaa! — kaji! ahh i’m so smart!”

he only loves it because he considers it you forever calling him yours with each new name. he’ll never let anyone else call him what you do, though.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi listens to clairo…

please put down the pitchfork and hear me out!!! he GENUINELY listens to clairo because he loves her vibe, lyrics, and overall style. he absolutely hates those “matcha loving, clairo listening, #socal” boys he sees on social media and would rather die than be associated with them. so, when you notice him listening to clairo for the first time, he gets a little scared.

“whatcha listening to, keiji?” you ask. he doesn’t budge, earphones still stuck in his ears. out of curiosity, you pick up his phone to see this hypnotic artist. keiji nearly has a heart attack from fear, eyes wide and face gone pale. once you see it’s clairo, you have a ton of questions on your mind.

“you listen to—”

“i’m not one of them please please don’t call me one of those things i am not one of them,” he rambles, clinging to your shirt. whatever question he answered definitely wasn’t on your mind, but his reaction only makes you giggle.

“i was gonna ask what your favorite song is, silly,” you say. he responds with a timid “oh,” removing one earpiece and giving it to you. he also shows you pictures of the albums he has at home that he keeps tucked away in his closet.

(his fav is partridge esp the live version 💆‍♀️)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi always drinks a cup of tea every single night.

he loves how it warms his body and helps put his soul at ease. each night, he’ll set out his mug, boil some water, and place the teabag in with a small yawn. he def puts a couple drops of honey just for that extra flavor. he’ll slurp and sigh with much content, cozying himself up in his comfy pajamas. sometimes, he’ll read a couple chapters of a book while he drinks, pushing his glasses up after every sip.

even at little cafe’s, a nice cup of tea is his go-to! doesn’t seem like much of a coffee man tbh. even on nights where he as to cram, he refuses those coffee beans and heads straight for the tea bags.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ keiji akaashi is fluent in animal crossing.

i think once he started playing, he thought how they talk is so cute and he wanted to try it, too! not just that, but it’s his own secret language that he influenced onto you. he’d probably randomly speak it just to mess with people hehe.

“mimwmrmemwr? (you wanna eat after this?)” he asks you. his friends are a little confused, staring at him like he’s some alien.

“well, if you want to,” you reply. they look at you even weirder, absolutely flabbergasted.

“mmimrmwemrrm? (fast food or restaurant?)”

“i’m feelingggg sit down and eat.”

“mwmrmi! mwmrmem? (same! sushi okay?)”

“yes, sounds perfect!”

mouths agape, they look at each other with wide eyes and back to you.

“am i high or are they high??”

“you guys can come with if you want,” you shrugged, completely unfazed.

“where, your home planet???”

[kxsagi]

hii, how are you? 💘 can i ask for blue lock boys (nagi, reo, bachira and especially rin) with a girlfriend who has a baby sister/brother?

“𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫”

a/n: i'm good and i hope you're doing well, too, anon!

alternated between a sister and brother for the characters depending on which one i think they would get along with best! 

ft. nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi

nagi seishiro

literally looks at the baby like “he’s so small… and squishy.” he’s fascinated and slightly scared. like holding a jellybean that might scream. 

lazy cuddles on the couch suddenly include a baby boy pressed between the two of you. nagi won’t hold him unless you pass your brother to him, and even then he panics a little. “babe, it’s like holding a marshmallow, what if i squish him?” 

eventually gets used to it and starts using the baby as a personal pillow. lies back, places him on his chest, closes his eyes. the baby is asleep in two seconds. you’re both like “damn that worked.” 

baby starts mimicking his laziness. naps when he naps. drools when he drools. it’s chaos. 

lowkey obsessed with watching baby sensory videos together. “this is kinda relaxing…” he mutters while a cartoon jellyfish dances across the screen. 

mikage reo

immediately drops to baby-talk levels upon meeting your baby sister. he doesn’t even try to act cool. he’s all, “who’s this little cutie? huh? you wanna play with onii-chan reo?” 

brings gifts every single time he visits. rattles, plushies, picture books, sometimes even unnecessarily expensive baby designer stuff. you have to stop him from buying a baby rolex. “it’s an investment!” he argues. 

holds the baby like a pro. surprisingly gentle, surprisingly confident. he’s used to being around kids in his family. even knows how to change diapers (does he enjoy it? no. will he do it? yes. with only a little dramatic gagging). 

makes up lullabies on the spot. they’re all ridiculous, but your sister loves them. he sings in a goofy voice and you can’t stop laughing while watching him bounce around your living room. 

whispers to you, “we’d have the cutest kids ever, y’know that?” with a wink while the baby drools on his shirt. 

bachira meguru

thinks your baby sibling is the most fascinating creature on earth. literally crouches in front of her like, “so you’re the tiny human huh? you got any games in that brain?” 

makes the weirdest faces just to make her laugh. he’s committed. full body puppetry. he once meowed like a cat for ten minutes straight because the baby clapped every time. 

gives her nicknames like “mini-you” or “squish bean” or “giggle monster.” everyone in your house starts using them. 

builds pillow forts with the baby (and you). somehow turns your whole living room into a playground. there’s a blanket hammock. the baby sits in a laundry basket and calls it a spaceship. 

falls asleep with her on the floor, both of them snoring. you take pictures every time. 

itoshi rin

rin freezes the first time he sees you with your baby brother tucked on your hip. you're just so natural with him – gently rocking, humming softly, wiping his chin without even thinking. he never thought about kids much before, but now he’s kind of malfunctioning. 

doesn’t know what to do when the baby stares at him. he stares back, unblinking. it becomes a staring contest until the baby laughs. rin pretends he doesn’t melt but internally he’s like “what the hell… he likes me?” 

awkwardly holds the baby for the first time like it’s a bomb. you have to guide his arms, help him support the head. he gets so stiff, but once the baby curls his tiny fingers around one of his, his whole face softens like you’ve never seen before. 

starts taking little candid photos of you and the baby when you’re not looking. the photos are surprisingly well-framed. he even makes one his lock screen. 

sometimes the baby grabs his hair and tugs. he grits his teeth and lets it happen. he doesn’t even get mad. “it’s fine,” he mutters, while your sibling happily pulls on his bangs like reins. 

secretly proud when your family trusts him to babysit with you. acts like it’s an annoying favor, but literally prepares an itinerary. “we’re sticking to the nap schedule. no exceptions.” 

has never smiled so genuinely until your baby sibling falls asleep on his chest and you whisper, “you look so soft right now.” he rolls his eyes but doesn’t move an inch. 

itoshi sae

acts like he doesn’t care. “it’s a baby. cool.” but he keeps sneaking glances when you’re feeding your little sister or rocking her to sleep. 

doesn't know what to do when she crawls up to him. he just stares like “what do you want. you can’t even talk.” but then the baby laughs and touches his leg and his cold, dead heart is like 🫠 

you catch him carrying the baby with one arm, scrolling on his phone with the other like it’s nothing. when you tease him, he goes “she wouldn’t stop crying. i handled it. i’m amazing, i know.” 

occasionally watches you with the baby and gets this thoughtful look. he doesn’t say much, but later, you catch him googling things like “how to swaddle a baby” and “why do babies cry at 3 AM.” 

isagi yoichi

so excited to meet your baby sibling. wants to make a good impression. gets nervous like it’s an actual interview. shows up in a clean hoodie like “hi!!! i’m yoichi!! i brought snacks! well, not for the baby. i don’t know what he eats!!” 

ends up being super natural with your baby brother. plays peekaboo like a champ. lets him tug on his ear and giggles the whole time. 

baby loves him instantly. follows him around. cries when he leaves. isagi: on the verge of tears “he’s so pure, oh my gosh.” 

teaches him how to kick a soft ball. if your brother so much as touches it, he gasps like he scored a world cup goal. “DID YOU SEE THAT?! prodigy!!” 

talks to you late at night like, “i don’t know if i’m ready for kids now, but… someday? if it’s with you? yeah. i think i’d really love that.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[blissfullybubblez]

🌙🧸 My Little Bedtime Routine 🫧💤

Because every sleepy bean deserves a soft, snuggly night 💖

Sometimes bedtime feels a little hard, but having a sweet routine can help make it special and safe. Here’s a gentle, step-by-step routine for ending your day in little space:

🪥 1. Brushy Time! Brush your teeth with your favorite flavor toothpaste (bubblegum? strawberry?) and maybe sing a silly song while you do it!

🛁 2. Warm Bath or Wash-Up Take a bath with bubbles, toys, or bath crayons—or do a warm wipe-down with a soft washcloth and yummy-smelling soap.

🧴 3. Pajama Party Pick out your coziest jammies. Bonus points for footies, pastels, or characters you love 💫

🧸 4. Snuggle Crew Check-In Gather your stuffies, blankie, paci, or anything that helps you feel safe and small. Give everyone a goodnight hug!

📖 5. Story Time Read a short picture book or listen to an audiobook with soft voices. You can even make up your own story or ask a big to read to you.

🎶 6. Sleepy Sounds Turn on white noise, lullabies, a bedtime playlist, or nature sounds. Let your room fill with calm.

💤 7. Affirmations + Cuddles Say sweet sleepy things to yourself like: 🩵 “I’m safe.” 🩵 “I did my best today.” 🩵 “I’ll rest now and wake up happy.” Then snuggle into bed like a burrito and drift off like a tiny cloud ☁️

✨ Optional Extras:

A soft nightlight

A sippy with water

One last hug from your CG or plushie

Goodnight kisses for each stuffie 🐻💋

Sweet dreams, little one. You are loved, you are safe, and you deserve a peaceful night every night. 🌟

[sunday-bug]

Happy Accident part 5

Pairing: Congressman Bucky x pregnant!girlfriend reader

These can be read as oneshots, but if you want to read in order, check out below ⬇️

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Epilogue

Word count: 3.3k

Content: sex, descriptions of labor & childbirth, fluff & sweetness

Synopsis: Bucky & you welcome your bundle of joy!

I've loved writing this little series. I may write a follow-up, like a year later kind of thing... let me know if that sounds interesting or not.

“I can’t believe we only have one week to go,” he says, helping you put a fitted sheet on the crib mattress.

“I can. I want to be able to see my feet again,” you joke, trying to look down at your toes. Bucky had painted them a soft blue shade earlier in the week after giving you another of countless foot rubs. He laughs softly at your comment.

“You’ve been a trooper through everything, you know that?” He sits down in the rocking chair you’d picked out together for the nursery and pats his lap, inviting you to him. You walk over to his open arms and settle into his lap. He wraps his arms around you, and you rest your head in the crook of his neck. He begins to rock you both in the chair. You look around the room, painted a soft, buttery yellow and smile. “You like it?” He asks, gesturing to the room.

“It’s perfect,” you reply, kissing his cheek. “I can’t wait to show everyone at Thanksgiving in a couple days.” You and Bucky had decided to host your first Thanksgiving together at your place this year - get everyone from both of your lives together in one space to celebrate the holiday and to ogle the baby bump one last time before he arrived.

“It’ll be nice. Having everyone under one roof,” he agrees, rubbing your tummy gently. You feel the “bean” shift around and kick at his papa’s touch. Bucky smiles at the kick. The light from the setting sun casts a rich orange glow through the curtains into the room. “Stand up, love. I want to take a picture of you in front of the crib.” You stand up and walk over to the crib, shaking your head. “C’mon, it’s for me,” he presses, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“Fine,” you say, turning sideways in front of the crib and placing your hands around your bump. You look down at your tummy and smile. Bucky snaps a photo and you look up at him. He snaps another. “Get some?” 

“Yeah, thank you, baby,” he murmurs, looking at them. “You look so beautiful.” You shake your head, feeling like a bowling ball with legs. He utters your name and walks to you, “Listen to me. I wouldn’t lie to you. You look… perfect. You look like you’re all mine.”

You smirk, “Well, I am all yours. Proof is in the pudding,” you say with a chuckle, gesturing to your tum. 

“Yeah you are,” Bucky says with a rasp, closing the distance between you in one swift step. “I think I need you right now, love.”

“Oh?” You eye him, one eyebrow raising slightly. His hands make their way under your shirt and travel up your back, giving you goosebumps. He unclips your bra with deft fingers and brings your shirt over your head. His eyes move to your chest and his pupils dilate.

“Yeah, right now,” he breathes out needily. You feel his arousal through his pants and touch him gently. He picks you up and carries you to the living room before laying you softly on the couch. You make love, watching the setting sun shift shadows throughout the room, taking your time - sometimes kissing softly, other times more hungrily. Loving each other fiercely, knowing that this - what you’re feeling right now - is the best feeling you’ve ever had. Nothing compares to loving Bucky.

“I love you so much,” he pants out, hair falling into his eyes as he works above you. 

“I love you, Buck. You’re my world,” you whisper, gazing into his steel blue eyes. He kisses your neck, biting down a bit. You know it’ll leave a mark, but you don’t mind. Just feeling him moving above you, watching the muscles in his arm flex, and feeling his strong thighs between yours is enough to help you reach your peak. You cry out, holding him as close to you as you can under the circumstances, and ride it out. He finishes not soon after you, kissing your forehead and pulling out before helping you sit up. 

“You wanna watch a movie before bed?” You suggest as you walk toward the bathroom. 

“Sure, baby, that sounds good,” he agrees, following you. You both take a quick shower, and he wraps you in a plush towel when you’re done. Your bump pokes out and you laugh as he pokes your belly button. Bucky gets dressed in the bedroom and walks back into the bathroom, holding your softest pajamas.

“C’mere,” he says, and you remove your towel, letting him dress you. He kisses every bare sliver of skin he can find as he buttons up your pajama top. “My gorgeous girl,” he breathes. 

You sit down on the stool in front of the mirror after you’re dressed and put on lotion. Bucky takes the brush from the counter and combs it gently through your wet hair. You smile at him through the mirror and feel your heart swell, not sure you could ever be more in love with him than you are right now. You feel the baby move and place your hand on your belly, before standing up and walking to the living room with Bucky. You decide on an older comedy movie, something he hasn’t seen before, and settle into the comfy couch, both of you with your feet up and leaning into each other. About halfway through Bucky asks if you want a drink or a snack. 

“Actually, yes. Pickles?” You ask with a sheepish grin. They’d been your pregnancy craving these past nine months. 

He chuckles, shaking his head, “You’ve been keeping them in business, babe!” He heads for the kitchen, and you sit up, adjusting. As you do, you feel a slight cramp building in your lower abdomen. It only lasts about a minute, and it’s gone by the time Bucky gets back with your snack. 

“Thanks, love,” you say, eyeing the small snack plate he made for you both - pickles, almonds, a few pieces of dark chocolate, and some mandarin oranges. “Yum,” you say, crunching into a pickle spear. 

“Of course, baby,” he replies, opening two sparkling waters and handing you one. He pushes play on the movie and relaxes back into the couch, opening his arm for you to snuggle in. After a few minutes, you have to adjust, twisting around and putting your back toward him. 

“You okay?” He asks, crunching on an almond.

“Yeah, just a bit uncomfortable,” you admit, rubbing your lower back. He pauses the movie and sits up. “You wanna lie down? I’ll play with your hair.” 

“N-no,” you mutter. “I think maybe I just need to stand up and stretch.” Bucky helps you up and rubs your shoulders. 

“We can go to bed, baby, if you want. We can finish this some other time,” he says softly. You feel a cramp return, like a wave of pain undulating across your lower stomach and back. You take a deep breath in.

Bucky says your name quietly, but sharply. 

“Huh?” You ask, his voice pulling you from your daze.

“I asked if you’re sure you’re okay,” he says again, holding your shoulders in his hands so you’re facing him.

“Yeah, I think I should probably just go to bed,” you mutter. “It’s okay if you’re not tired yet. You can finish the movie without me.” He searches your face and kisses your forehead.

“Okay, love. I’ll be in there in a bit,” he whispers, rubbing your tummy and swatting your booty softly as you walk away toward the bedroom. 

“Love you,” you shout over your shoulder. 

“Love you more, mama,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You get to your room and sink into bed. The soft, cool sheets are a welcome haven for your warm body. You sigh and turn onto your side, holding your bump and dozing off quickly. You wake up to another, more painful cramp, and reach across the bed for Bucky, but his side is cold and empty. You can hear the TV still on in the living room and wiggle out of bed slowly, feeling the cramp intensify. You stand up and feel an uncomfortable sensation in your pajama pants, so you look down, and see that your bare feet are wet. 

“Bucky!” You yell, opening the bedroom door.

He’s there in an instant and sees the small puddle on the floor. “Oh, okay...” He rakes a hand through his hair. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assure him as he rushes across the hall to the bathroom to get a towel. He places it at your feet and cleans up. You feel another cramp and gently grab his shoulder, taking a deep breath, letting loose a small “Ow.”

“Okay, sweet girl, it’s okay,” he stands up and wraps his arms around you. “Why don’t you change into some dry clothes? Do you want to  pack anything extra before we go?” He brushes through your hair with his fingers before pulling your chin up so you’re looking at him. 

“No,” you say, walking slowly to your closet and picking out a pair of loose sweats and one of his t-shirts. Thankfully, Bucky had the bag packed for the last few weeks just in case, so you’d be ready to head to the hospital at a moment’s notice. He helps you clean up and change into fresh clothes before packing a few last minute items like toothbrushes and phone chargers. You sit on the edge of the bed watching him move around, and know that you’d never want to do this with anyone else. He is your person. So calm, even though you can tell he’s a bit anxious about this moment. It’s endearing.

“You ready, love?” He asks, bag slung over his shoulder. “I installed the carseat a few days ago, so that’s checked off the list.” 

“I’m ready,” you say calmly, walking behind him out the door to the car. He puts the bags in the trunk and opens the passenger side door for you, helping you in. He gets into the driver’s seat and shuts the door before taking a deep breath. “We’re gonna meet our little man soon.”

You smile warmly, “I guess we’re going to have an extra guest at Thanksgiving.” Bucky laughs and starts driving to the hospital. You glance at the clock: 10:39 P.M. The drive there isn’t too bad at first, but you can feel your contractions amplify when you’re about ten minutes away. You can’t find a comfortable position in the front seat and grab Bucky’s hand. 

“You’re doing great, baby,” he reassures you, letting you squeeze his hand through a tough one. You breathe deeply and try to remain calm, smiling at him through the strain. “You’re so strong,” he adds, looking at you lovingly. He speeds up a bit, going over the limit. “We’re almost there,” he says, rubbing circles on the back of your hand, never letting go. As the hospital comes into view you feel your body relax a bit. Bucky parks and helps you out. You lean on him and start making your way inside.

“What about the bags?” You ask when you’re at the entrance. Bucky waves it off, “I’ll get them later. Let’s just get you settled in, love.”

You check in and are brought back to a room. The provider on call checks your progress, “You’re dilated to a 7! That’s great. We’ll get you into a room right away. I expect a baby in the next few hours!” 

“Next few hours?” You ask, eyes wide. “Wow, that’s… that’s so fast.”

“Some laborers are fast, some aren’t. You may be one of the lucky ones!” The doctor says with a smile. “This is your first baby?” 

You nod. 

“You’re going to do great,” he says, patting you on the back. A nurse walks in with a wheelchair and makes you sit down before wheeling you to a birthing room. It’s spacious and the lights are dimmed to aid in relaxation. There is a large window on one wall, and you can see the moon shining brightly. Bucky helps you out of the wheelchair and lets the nurse assist you into a gown. 

“I’m going to run down to get our bags. I’ll be right back, sweets, okay?” He chirps, rushing out the door, looking a bit flustered. 

“First time?” The nurse asks with a smile.

“Is it that obvious?” You ask with a grimace as another contraction hits you - this one making you double over in pain.

“It’s sweet, I mean. You guys will do wonderful. How are you feeling right now?” She asks, rubbing your back gently as you breathe through the contraction.

“It hurts, but it’s bearable,” you inform her, standing up straight after the worst of it passes. 

“Okay, well, your IV is in. You are welcome to walk around this floor if you want. Otherwise, there’s a yoga ball here,” she says, pointing to a large ball in the corner. “Or you can lie in bed. Push this button if you feel a need to push. Otherwise we’ll be in and out frequently to check on you. Now is the hard part, so to speak. And if you want an epidural, we need to get that started as soon as possible.”

“Um…” you start, unsure. “I’m doing okay. I think I’ll go without.”

“Brave one. You got this!” She smiles, stepping out of your room as Bucky comes back in with a big, yet nervous smile.

“How’s my girl?” He asks while he sets the bags down on the bench by the window.

“I’m in a bit of pain,” you tease. “Wanna walk around with me?”

“Sure, love, whatever you want. I’m all yours,” he agrees, taking your IV bag pole and rolling it next to him as you walk out the door and down the long stretch of hallway. You walk around the floor a few times, stopping as needed to breathe through contractions. 

“You really are incredible, you know? So strong and beautiful all the time, but especially right now,” he says into your hair as he lets you brace yourself on him, gritting your teeth through yet another contraction.

“Thank you, baby. I love you,” you mutter, trying not to cry. “I think I need to lie down,” you announce, feeling a heavy pressure start to build in your pelvic area.

“Okay, love, lead the way,” he whispers, rubbing your back on the walk back to your room. A nurse is in there waiting. 

“How are you doing, mama?” She asks, snapping on a pair of sterile gloves.

“Feeling a lot of pressure,” you tell her, carefully climbing into the bed with Bucky’s help.

“Okay, why don’t I take a peek?” She says, letting you lie back so she can check your progress. “Oh!” 

“What?” You ask with surprise.

“You’re fully dilated. Should be any time now. Do you feel like you need to push?” She asks, removing her gloves and washing her hands at the sink.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before,” you say with an exasperated laugh. Bucky stands by your shoulder, playing with your hair, listening to the nurse. 

“Sometimes it will feel as though you need to use the restroom. If you feel that, try to push with the next contraction and we’ll go from there. I’m going to page your doctor. You’re about to meet your babe!” The nurse uses the small walkie-like item on her waistband to inform your doctor that she’s needed.

Bucky snaps a photo of you holding your bump in the hospital bed and smiles, swallowing a lump in his throat. “You’re so perfect, baby girl,” he mouths so only you see. You smile at him and relax into the bed, laying your head back. 

Oh. Oh.

“I need to push,” you announce with confidence. 

“Perfect,” the nurse says, like she does this everyday. You suppose she does - multiple times a day. She presses a button and a flood of other nurses enter the room - some with towels, supplies, and a small clear bassinet for the baby. 

“Dad, would you like to hold her other leg?” The nurse asks Bucky, gesturing to her colleague on your other side, bracing your leg up and out of the way. Bucky looks at you and you nod. He holds your leg and you begin to push. It’s painful, yes, but it also feels like every drop of adrenaline in your body is pushing you forward, forcing you to get through this moment. The contraction ends and you relax, taking a deep breath. The next one comes quickly after and you push again. This routine continues for the next several minutes. 

“You’re doing amazing, love,” Bucky murmurs, looking at you with eyes full of admiration. You smile at him and continue your ritual. Your doctor enters, and a nurse helps her into sterile scrubs and gloves. 

“Let’s have a baby!” She announces, stepping in between your feet. “Wow! You’re doing wonderful,” she says. “I can see the baby’s head. Just a few more pushes.”

You continue as the contractions intensify even more into the worst pain you’ve ever experienced. You let out a shrill cry, unable to hold it in and squeeze Bucky’s arm. You can feel your body tiring but know you have to keep going. You’re almost there. 

“I know, I know, sweet girl, but you got this. Look at me. You’re amazing,” he encourages as you start pushing again. You feel a burning sensation and then a brief stint of relief.

“Keep going,” your doctor says. “Just one more big one and he’ll be out.”

You give it your all on the last contraction and feel an intense amount of respite as you hear a strident cry before a wet, writhing little body is placed on your chest. You cry, reaching up to hold your little babe. You look up at Bucky and see tears streaming down his cheeks as he brushes your hair back out of your face.

“It’s our baby,” you say through tears. “Look at him.”

“God, he’s perfect,” Bucky muses, moving closer to his screaming form.

“Got a good set of lungs on him,” your doctor jokes as she finishes taking care of you.

You both laugh and stare at him. 

“Look at his hair, Buck,” you say, taking it all in - thick, full, dark hair just like his dad. Bucky chuckles through his tears. After a few minutes of him laying on your chest, they take him away to weigh him and clean him up a bit. A nurse comes over to you with a clipboard.

“This little guy got a name?” She asks, pen hovering over paper.

“James Samuel Barnes,” you inform her.

“Classic,” she says, marking it down. “James Samuel Barnes, born November 26th at 1:43 A.M. 7 pounds, 8 ounces. Full head of hair,” she says with a giggle. “They will get him cleaned up and swaddled, and then he’s all yours. You did great!”

Bucky looks at you, holding both of your hands in his own. “You’re so brave. You’re my everything. I hope you know that. God, I just love you so much.” He kisses your forehead before pressing his into yours. “Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, exhausted. “A lot just happened in, like, three hours,” you sigh. You watch the nurse bring your baby over. 

“Let his daddy hold him,” you tell her, nodding toward Bucky. She passes him to Bucky gently and he sits on the edge of your bed, staring down at him.

��He has your cute nose,” Bucky says, touching it carefully with his pointer finger. The baby coos and you watch Bucky’s whole face light up. Your entire world is sitting right in front of you. You watch these two stare at each other and wonder how you ever got so lucky. Some accidents are happy. In fact, some accidents aren’t accidents at all. This is your proof.

Author’s note: FYI epidurals are amazing & I sure as hell had one. There’s no wrong way to have YOUR baby!!! 🫶🏻

Check out the epilogue here.

[dee-writes-anime]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, and Tamaki Amajiki x fem reader headcanons where the Reader is secretly taking cute and funny photos of her boyfriend being adorable, and he finally catches her in the act? And maybe he gets payback or something?

Caught in 4K

FEATURING Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Ejiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader, and Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (individual)

SUMMARY your camera roll is 90% your boyfriend doing weird, adorable, or downright unhinged things when he thinks you’re not looking. Unfortunately for him (and very fortunately for you), you are.

CONTENT WARNINGS fluff, light teasing, mutual pining, secret photo-taking, boyfriends being stupidly cute, secondhand embarrassment, emotional whiplash (affectionate), mild explosions (literally), camera slander

AUTHORS NOTE I really struggled with this one for some reason, but thank you for your patience! I hope you like it more than I do :/

💚 Izuku Midoriya

You start taking photos because… well, Izuku does weird little things when he’s alone. Like talking to his notebooks. Or playing with All Might figurines. Or curling into the world’s smallest ball on the couch with a book twice his size balanced on his knees.

You catch him in one especially adorable moment, asleep upright on the train, clutching your bag in both arms like it’s a flotation device. You whisper-snort and snap a picture.

Over time, the photo count grows. You tag the album “My Hero Academia: Midoriya Edition”. (You debate adding a “green bean” emoji.)

He finds out not because you slip up—but because he borrows your phone to check directions and accidentally swipes. “H-Hold on—wait—IS THAT ME??”

He looks like he might pass out. “When was this?! Am I drooling?? Wait, this one—was I talking to my All Might socks?!”

But then… he starts laughing.

“You think I’m… cute?”

When you nod, smiling, he presses his hands over his cheeks and mumbles, “Well… I guess I do look kinda cool in this one…”

Instead of revenge, he makes a Google Drive folder titled “For Her” and starts adding little pictures of himself. Sometimes with captions. (“Day 3 of being her bf: still can’t believe it.”)

💥 Katsuki Bakugo

You know it’s dangerous. Katsuki would rather bite glass than be called cute—but that only makes the mission more thrilling.

You have a whole album of secret captures: Bakugo talking to himself while brushing his teeth. Bakugo making annoyed “tsk” sounds while folding laundry. Bakugo in fuzzy socks. Bakugo smiling at a baby on the train when he thought no one was looking.

One day, you get cocky. You try snapping a picture of him sleeping, one arm draped over his eyes, mouth slightly open.

Click. His eyes snap open like a beast disturbed.

“What the hell was that?”

You freeze, phone behind your back. “…A ghost?”

He sits up slowly, eyes narrowed. “No way. You’ve been takin’ pictures, haven’t you?”

Your silence is enough of a confession.

You expect him to lose it. Instead, he gets very quiet. Then mutters: “You think I’m cute or somethin’?”

You blink. “Wait—are you… flustered?”

He explodes (literally). “SHUT THE HELL UP—”

For a week, he won’t let you near him with a camera.

But then, you wake up one morning to a new lock screen. A perfectly framed photo of you, asleep, drooling slightly onto his shoulder. Captioned: Revenge is a dish best served ugly, dumbass.

(He keeps the baby picture for himself, though.)

🧊 Shoto Todoroki

You don’t think he’ll mind. Shoto is… chill. Stoic. Unbothered. So when you catch him calmly petting a neighborhood cat like a tiny prince or looking lost, you start taking pictures. Lots of them. Openly.

He never reacts.

For a while, you think maybe he’s just ignoring you. Until one night, you casually scroll through the album while sitting beside him.

“You’ve been taking pictures?” he asks, not looking up from his tea.

You pause mid-scroll. “…Wait. You didn’t know?”

He turns to you, blinking slowly. “That explains the shutter sound. I assumed you had a clicky app.”

You hold out the phone. Hesitant. Expecting him to be weirded out or at least mildly confused.

Instead, he studies the photos with a calm intensity. Nods. “This one’s good. Nice lighting.”

You gape. “That’s you trying to eat soup with chopsticks.”

“Yes. That was a hard day.”

He doesn’t seek revenge. Doesn’t tease. But next week, he buys a cheap instant camera and asks—dead serious—if he can start taking pictures of you.

The first few are crooked. One has his finger in the corner. But every single one is carefully stored in a little wooden box labeled “Memories.”

“I want to remember things better,” he says one evening, watching you through the lens.

You believe him. But really? He just wants to see your face in every light.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima doesn’t even try to look cool when he’s with you. He is cool—but he also air guitars in the kitchen and wears pajama pants with little shark cartoons.

So naturally… your phone fills up fast.

One day, he’s holding a watermelon over his head like it’s Simba. You snap a picture and immediately burst out laughing.

“Wait, was that your camera?” he asks, eyes widening.

You try to deny it, but he rushes over, grabs the phone, and sees the folder title: “Eiji being a national treasure”

He breaks into the biggest grin. “Wait… you think I’m that great?”

“Of course I do,” you say honestly. “I mean, look at you—you're like a golden retriever in human form.”

Instead of revenge, he throws an arm around you and insists on taking a selfie right now.

You two end up taking a bunch of goofy photos—fish faces, piggyback rides, the works.

Later that night, he posts one to his Instagram story with the caption: “She thinks I’m cute and I think she’s perfect.”

Denki and Sero tease him. He beams anyway. “Let ’em laugh. My girl loves me and it's so manly.”

🦑 Tamaki Amajiki

It starts innocent.

You just want to capture the quiet moments—the rare, soft little flashes when Tamaki isn’t folding in on himself. When he’s humming while watering the plants. When he’s chewing on his sleeve, lost in thought. When he’s just… safe.

You never let him see. You’re careful.

But one day, Mirio picks up your phone by mistake and accidentally opens the album.

“WHOA! This has, like, a hundred Tamakis in it!”

You swear the universe freezes.

Tamaki is mid-step. Mid-breath. Mid-existence. “You… you have a what?!”

You start waving your hands like a panic signal. “No! I mean—yes—but it’s not creepy, I swear! You’re just… you look really peaceful. And happy. And I wanted to remember that.”

His face goes so red it could power a city.

He hides behind your curtains for a solid minute.

“…You think I look happy?” comes the muffled voice.

You nod. “I love you. All of you. Even the soft, sleepy, spacey versions you don’t think anyone notices.”

Eventually, he peeks out—shaking, but with his eyes shining.

“…If you want… I-I guess you could take more.”

His voice cracks a little, but he means it.

You do. Gently. Quietly.

And every once in a while, he’ll glance at the camera. Not for long. But just enough to let you know he sees you looking. And for once… he’s doesn't feel like going home.

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So, My Daddy…

Drabble - Daddy Kookie

Pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader/Jungkook x Eun Ae

Genre: parents au, idol au, fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Sunlit swings, tiny laughter, soft vows, love tucked in gently.

Warnings (?): MDNI, Explicit, 18+, heavy fluff, domesticity, soft!dad jungkook, park shenanigans, kid bragging rights, subtle fame mentions, mentions of non-consensual pictures, family dynamics, gentle emotions, sleepy child carry, small kissing, together family feelings

Setting: This drabble takes place about three months after Y/N and Eun Ae relocated to Korea. It’s a soft, domestic day-off for Jungkook. (mid part 5)

A/N: s/o to the anon who asked for drabbles and i wrote (imo) this adorable little thing bc why not! i was giggling the whole time 🤭 (it’s literally 4 am 🫩)

Note: eun ae’s pov is in blue (her favorite color) jungkook’s is bold

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I woke up before the sun.

Not because I wanted to.

But because today was special!

Daddy was home today!

For the whole day!

He usually leaves in the morning when it’s still dark- like a ghost- and then I don’t see him until bedtime. Sometimes not even then. But last night he said, “Tomorrow, it’s just us.” And I’ve been waiting for this day for forever.

I slide out of bed as quietly as I can, my fuzzy socks making soft little shh noises on the floor. Mommy’s still sleeping, I think. Her door is halfway closed, so I peek inside.

She’s under the blanket, hair messy. But Daddy?

Daddy’s awake!

He’s lying on his side, scrolling his phone, his hair sticking up in that funny way it does when he sleeps on one side too long. I think he looks like a sleepy lion. He looks up right at me.

And then- he closes his eyes really fast and makes the fakest snoring noise I’ve ever heard.

I giggle so hard my hands fly over my mouth. He cracks one eye open and whispers dramatically, “Oh no… I feel someone sneaking into my jungle.”

I jump on the bed before he can say anything else and climb right on top of him. “WAKE UP!” I yell, shaking his shoulder.

He groans like a dinosaur. “Nooo. The boss is here again.”

“Yes!” I say, sitting on his stomach proudly. “I’m the boss of mornings. You’re my assistant.”

He gasps, holding his chest like I just said the rudest thing ever. “Assistant?! I’m the king of mornings! I wake up at 4 AM for training!”

“Not anymore,” I say, crossing my arms like Mommy does when she’s serious.

Mommy makes a soft groaning noise from under the blanket. “It’s too early for… whatever this is.”

I look at Daddy and giggle. He giggles back. Then he sits up fast- like a rocket- and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal and kick, laughing so hard I almost wake Mommy for real.

“Let’s go, boss,” Daddy says, carrying me out of the room like a sack of potatoes.

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It’s not even 7 a.m. I should feel tired. 

I don’t.

There’s something about waking up in my own bed, in our house, with my daughter climbing all over me that feels… right. So right it makes my chest tight.

She’s light on my shoulders, giggling uncontrollably while I spin her around in the hallway. “Daddy! You’re dizzying me!” she yells, smacking my back lightly.

“I’m dizzying you?” I laugh. “You’re the one making me dizzy, little bean.”

She gasps. “I’m not a bean! I’m the boss!”

“Yes, yes,” I sigh dramatically, setting her down in the kitchen. “Okay boss, what’s your orders for breakfast?”

She grins like she just won a prize. “PANCAKES!”

Ah. Right.

I haven’t made pancakes in at least a year. But how hard could it be?

I crack a couple eggs into a bowl while Eun Ae watches with her chin propped on the counter. She insists she wants to help.

“You sure?” I ask carefully. “Cooking is very serious business. There’s… flour. And sugar. And dangerous milk.”

She rolls her eyes like a teenager. “Daddy. I can stir things. I’m six. I’m basically an adult.”

So I let her “help.”

Five minutes later, there’s flour on the floor, batter on the fridge, and somehow- somehow- pancake mix in her hair. She’s laughing so hard she can’t even hold the spoon.

“Okay, okay,” I say, half laughing, half panicking about the mess. “This is teamwork. Very… messy teamwork.”

When I finally get the pan hot and ready, I pour the batter. It looks… lumpy. Maybe too lumpy.

“Are they supposed to look like that?” she asks, tilting her head.

“Yes,” I say with fake confidence. “It’s my special recipe. Daddy’s Secret Pancakes.”

By the time Y/N walks into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes, there’s smoke coming from the pan and both me and Eun Ae are covered in flour like we lost a food fight.

She stops in the doorway, blinking at the disaster scene.

“Don’t be mad,” I say immediately.

She raises one eyebrow. “I wasn’t. Until you said that.”

Eun Ae bursts into laughter, pointing at me. “Daddy burned the pancakes!”

I pout. “It’s called extra crispy, thank you very much.”

Y/N just shakes her head, hiding her smile.

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We actually ate the pancakes.

Well, I ate half of one before I decided Mommy’s pancakes are way better. But Daddy ate his like it was yummy. I think he was just pretending so I wouldn’t feel bad.

After breakfast, I asked if we could go to the park. “It’s Daddy’s day off so we should celebrate!” I said.

“Celebrate what?” Mommy asked, sipping her coffee.

“CELEBRATE DADDY BEING HOME ALL DAY! DUH!” I yelled, throwing my arms up.

Daddy smiled at me and ruffled my hair. “Park sounds like a good idea. Maybe I’ll even show you my secret swing trick.”

Mommy made a face like she didn’t trust his swing trick at all. “Please don’t break your neck.”

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When we got there, I ran straight to the swings.

“Push me! Push me!” I yelled, climbing onto the swing seat and holding tight.

Daddy stood behind me and gave me the biggest push ever. I went SO HIGH I thought I could touch the clouds. I screamed but the happy kind. “HIGHER!” I yelled.

He pushed me again and laughed. “You’re going to fly away!”

“It’s the BEST thing ever!” I shouted back.

I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt, and Daddy kept pushing me until I couldn’t laugh anymore. Then I ran off to play tag with some kids.

The kids I met at the park were nice. We played tag for a little bit before one of them asked, “Is that your Appa?” pointing to Daddy standing by the swings.

I grinned so big. “Yep! That’s my Daddy.”

They all blinked at me, like they weren’t sure what to say.

“He’s really cool,” I told them, crossing my arms proudly. “He sings and dances, and… and he’s kinda famous.”

One kid tilted their head. “Famous?”

“Yeah!” I said, bouncing on my toes. “He’s on YouTube and TV sometimes! We even moved to Korea because of him! He had to work really far away for awhile before but now we live here so I can see him more!”

Their eyes went wide, and I felt my chest puff up a little. “He makes really cool music, and he tells the BEST bedtime stories. And he’s really funny, even if he’s bad at cooking pancakes.”

The kids giggled.

“I love him so much,” I said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

When I looked back, Daddy was walking to the bench where Mommy was sitting. He sat next to her, and she smiled at him, and it made my chest feel warm even though I didn’t know why.

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The park is busy. Kids everywhere.

And parents. Parents who definitely recognize me but are too polite to say anything. Some sneak photos. A few of them whisper. I don’t care- not today.

Eun Ae is running around like a puppy let off a leash. She’s playing tag with kids she just met five minutes ago, her laugh echoing across the playground.

I sit on the bench next to Y/N, watching her.

“Do you think she's happier here?” I ask quietly.

Y/N smiles. “She feels like she belongs now.”

And for the first time in a long time, so do I.

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Later that evening, back home, we all pile onto the couch to watch cartoons. Eun Ae starts talking halfway through the episode, then fell asleep mid-sentence with her little hand curled on my chest.

Y/N and I exchange a look. Soft. Wordless.

And I mouth a soft thank you.

She just smiles.

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We carry her to her room together.

I pull the blankets up over her small shoulders and smooth her hair back. I can’t help it- I lean down and kiss her forehead gently. My voice is a whisper so quiet it feels like a prayer.

“I love you, baby. I’m going to work so hard to be the best dad for you. Always.”

Y/N’s hand rests on my back. I take one last look before we slip out quietly, leaving the door cracked.

In the hallway, I turn to her.

She doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me with that same soft, tired smile she’s had all day.

I lean down and press a slow kiss to her lips.

She kisses back.

And I think- 

This.

This is what forever should feel like.

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Milo greer takes his mother to lunch once a week

Milo greer has a collection of candid photos of everyone close to him. His favorites are the ones of Darlin' and David, Sam and Sweetheart, Sweetheart, and Marie. Not many people know about the pictures, but sometimes he'll be seen looking at his phone with a soft smile and warm eyes (I got the idea for this one from @penumbra-mayhem )

Milo Greer, who makes a lot of food when people are around, because he knows what it's like when you need to ration food "nobodies going hungry on his watch"

Milo Greer that was so relieved when he found out Darlin' had come home, only to feel dreads cold hands wrap around his throat again, bearing the name Quinn Fox

Milo Greer (practically the entire pack does it at this point) telling his people to drive safe because he knows how unpredictable life can be

Milo Greer who still mourns the relationship he had with his father when he was young. He grieves for the man his father used to be since he knows that he will never be able to let himself give trust to that man again

Milo Greer spending at least one day a month deep cleaning the whole house so he can decompress and slow down (and then inevitably get distracted by Sweetheart)

Milo Greer having long conversations with Darlin' about their wolves and the connection they have to magic. The two of them shifting and going on a run together alone for the first time since they came back to town. Milo telling them, that at the end of the day its their choice what they want to do. He'll be there for then as long as they'll let him

Milo 'loverboy' Greer getting pulled in by the waist by Sweetheart before he leaves for work. Sweetheart pulling a page from his book and making a whole deal of loving up on him before he goes because he tried to leave without kissing them goodbye (he doesn't even have shoes on)

Milo 'young man' Greer helping his Ma move things from her apartment into a real home for once. Marie being caught off guard by how much he really does look like Colm, and her heart hurting that she makes the association since he's forever more than the man he used to call father. Milo knowing that she does, and giving her a small smile in an effort to see hers. Milo promising her that she doesnt have to worry about what happened before happening again. He learned from his fathers mistakes, and he will never be like that with his family ( @dahlia-tourism-board inspired this one with the 'you look like your father' story)

Milo 'lo' Greer playing with the pack kids and that being one of the only times he's not upset about being disheveled. The pack kids loving his wolf because they're still in awe of the fact that their family can turn into animals. Milo proud of the fact that he's someone that the kids feel comfortable enough around to laugh, play, and sleep around

Milo 'mahlow' Greer hanging out with Sam while they wait for their mates to finish sparring. Sam asking Milo how to cook some of his favorite recipes so that he can make them for Darlin

Milo 'big man' Greer arguing with Baaabe over something stupid like the number of jelly beans in a bag or the proper way to fold towels. Baaabe only started calling him that after they confirmed it was ok. The first time it happened was an accident while they were playing smash and their eyes got so wide afterwards that it made Milo laugh. It doesn't bother him

Milo Greer, who feels at home when he has Sweetheart in his arms. Milo who isn't afraid to let himself feel anymore, because he knows tears won't get him yelled at. Milo who accepts his shortcomings because he knows now that failure doesn't automatically come with a punishment

Milo Greer who knows what it means to be truly loved

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meant to be

Spencer trying and failing to flirt with you because you are oblivious to his attempts.

spencer reid x reader

i picture this as later seasons spencer maybe sometime around 12-14?

some mature themes mentions of sex at the end so 18+

writing this because i saw something about people who are bad at flirting and that’s literally me. (i hope ppl get the reference w the nickname)

Spencer had tried every day to get your attention romantically. It didn’t work. Nothing did. You were so oblivious to all of his flirting attempts. He figured maybe you had trouble understanding so he worked harder to make you think of him as more than a friend. He tried everything his genius brain could come up with.

He even made up a nickname for you, Bean, because you always had a coffee in your hand, and because he was taller than you.

Today you were getting coffee with him as usual. At your favorite coffee shop and library. You didn’t work at the BAU so you would eventually have to go to your own job so Spencer decided to try again.

Since you lived in the same building, neighbors in the same hall, he picked you up every morning. Drove you to get coffee and you each picked a book for each other and then he drove you to work.

He knocks on your door awaiting anxiously. You come out in your outfit, just a t shirt and jeans. you didn’t have a dress code at your job, you were an author and usually went into a nice office that the publishing company provided to write since you had a hard time focusing in your apartment. Too many distractions.

In Spencer’s car you make small talk as he tries to think of a way to flirt with you. Normally he’d call Morgan but his son was a toddler now so he was busy. He gets so lost in his head he doesn’t realize he just ran a stop sign on accident and almost hit someone.

He hears you yell “Spencer what the fuck!” and slams the brakes. The other car honks and his heart is pounding in his brain. He pulls to the side of the road and stops.

“Spencer. Breathe. It’s ok.” You worry tracing your face at the sight of his extremely fast breathing and you rub his back reassuringly.

“Holy shit.” He barely chokes out. His face is beet red and he looks like he’s about to have a panic attack.

“Switch.” You tell him. He looks at you and feels comforted immediately by your face. “Let’s go, switch.” You get out of the car and switch sides.

‘So much for flirting’ he thinks. Then it hits him. When he picks your book for the day, he’ll give you a romantic story. Something that says ‘I really like you but I’m an idiot so I don’t know how to tell you but i’m not actually an idiot because im technically a genius but my fucked up life has ruined romance for me but i’d love to try it with you if you are okay with that.’

When you take over driving you don’t talk. You just focus on the road. You had even turned the music off. He hopes you’re not upset with him. That thought quickly dissipates when you pull into the parking lot and your face is beaming. You both race to the entrance and he gets there first and opens the door for you. You stick your tongue out at him and he smirks.

You order your usual drinks and he gets himself a breakfast bagel and you get a croissant. He puts the food at a table and you both get up to grab each other a book. You had yours picked since last night, The Godfather. It’s only a little over 400 pages so he’ll probably finish it by lunch time but at least it will be fun for him since it will make him think of you. At least you hope it does.

You have a habit of making funny commentary during movie nights. When you watched ‘The Godfather’ trilogy with Spencer he had laughed so hard he cried.

Meanwhile Spencer is searching rows of books looking for the right one. He moves to poetry but nothing feels right. He feels slightly frustrated so he moves back to classics and picks ‘A Little Princess’ instead. A favorite of yours you had read in elementary school. Not romantic but shows he knows you well.

When he makes his way back to the register to check the book out, you’re already seated munching your croissant. He makes his way to you and hides the book behind his back. You discreetly pull yours out of your bag and hide it the same way.

“1,2,3!” You both count at the same time and then reveal your books. Spencer cracks up when he sees the book you had picked. He had read this before but he enjoyed it because it reminded him of you. You both eat and finish your coffees. You look at each other.

“More?” Spencer asks.

“Obviously.” You answer. You both stand up and order more coffee.

Back in Spencer’s car you open the book and start reading. He’s about to put the key in the ignition when sudden confidence hits him. He doesn’t know if it’s the caffeine but he doesn’t care. He should kiss you right now. He stares at you until you look up.

“You’re going to be late for work if you don’t start that engine up soon Mr. Chauffeur.” You tease him.

He leans closer and puckers his lips slightly. He’s so filled with lust he just can’t wait anymore.

You look at him strangely. Was he trying to kiss you right now? Probably not. Truth was you were always so filled with doubt whenever you liked someone. Especially Spencer. He was just too handsome and sweet and perfect.

He leans in even closer to you and tilts his head. You, however, had gone back to your book and weren’t even looking at him.

“Does this make you uncomfortable” Spencer leans in closer. He closes his eyes and you lean down to reach for something from your bag. He doesn’t feel your soft lips on his and thinks he may have missed your face. He opens his eyes.

“Everything does. I have anxiety Spencer. All the time anywhere day and night. ” You reply while eating a yogurt you had found in your tote.

Spencer pulls away and smacks his forehead. He starts the car and drops you at your work and drives to the BAU feeling defeated. What would it take for you to realize how bad he wants you.

That night he decides to drop by your apartment. You had gotten a ride home from work by a friend tonight. He opens his door and walks the short distance to yours.

When his hand knocks on your door he feels nervous. You open the door and greet him.

“Hi!” You cheer.

“Hey, I was gonna order a pizza. You want?” He lies. He actually wasn’t the biggest fan of pizza. He didn’t eat it too often but it was your favorite food so why not.

“That would be great. I’m starving.” You clutch your belly dramatically. Which makes Spencer laugh.

He picks up the phone, “What would you like on the pizza m’lady.”

You tap your chin and think. “Sausage.” You reply. Spencer thinks of a way to flirt. Kind of.

“How much sausage would you like?” He asks smirking.

“Uhh, 5? I don’t know dude. The normal amount that goes on a pizza?” You answer sarcastically, going to your dvd rack to pick a movie. Spencer sighs. He calls and places the order and helps you pick a movie.

“How about ‘How To Be A Serial Killer?’ That’s a good one. I love Matthew Gray Gubler in this one so much.” You fan girl a little.

“Who the fuck is Matthew Gray Gubler? Also, no, not with my line of work. I need a break from that.” Spencer asks with a hint of jealousy in his voice. You clasp your hand over your heart dramatically.

“Ok, fine. how about a Disney Classic? Sleeping Beauty is my favorite.” You ask. Spencer nods. You put the movie on and grab two root beers from your fridge. Spencer thanks you when you hand him one and you lay a big fluffy blanket over you both. Not far into the movie the pizza arrives and you cheers Spencer with your pizza slice.

After you both eat and are full the movie is still on. You’re starting to feel sleepier by the second. Spencer offers you to lay with him and you take him up on it. He’s basically a giant teddy bear. He’s so warm and comfortable.

“I’ve got a real life sleeping beauty right here.” He whispers to you. You smile with your eyes closed. Too sleepy to open. He gets out from under you, to your dismay. He cleans up the trash from eating. He even washes some dishes you had left sitting. When he comes back, you’re still half awake. He sees you sneak an eye open to look at him and your smile after.

“It seems there’s a fair maiden who has fallen asleep. However can we wake her? What if she sleeps for a hundred years?!” He exclaims. You start giggling softly. He leans closer to observe you.

“I don’t believe it! She’s laughing in her sleep! Must be quite a funny dream. Wonder what it is. Only one way to find out.” He gently leans down and kisses your lips softly. This action puts you in shock and you’re blushing. He starts to pull away because doubts fill his mind. You grab his hair and pull him back in.

You both pull back and he starts to ask you,

“Were you ok with that?”

You cut him off, “Yes.” Then you rip your shirt off. Spencer’s in shock. He follows your lead and starts undressing. He picks you up and carries you to your bedroom. The kiss you’re sharing is deepening by the second.

“Fuck why is it so hot in here.” You complain.

“I can think of a few reasons.” Spencer had been kissing you on your neck sucking the skin softly. He lays you back on the bed. He makes you comfortable. He goes down on you and then fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before.

The next morning you woke up naked next to him flashes of last night replaying. You couldn’t believe it. Spencer was so passionate! You didn’t even imagine he liked you like that.

He groans next to you and turns over. You get up and put on some coffee. When you come back into the bedroom he’s awake and looking for you.

“Hey, coffee’s ready.” You lean over and kiss him. He groans too tired to give an answer. He pulls you into the bed and holds you longer.

With him, this felt so easy and realistic.

Then you realize something.

This was meant to be.

the end ♡

to anyone who read this far: hope u enjoyed reading!! please let me know if u enjoyed! xoxo

[astralis-ortus]

you are my sunshine

✱ a bang chan headcanon

— you'll never know, dear, how much i love you.

w.count → 0.6k genre → slice of life, fluff warning → just watching chan (chris) being a parent :> a.n → something light because brain.exe couldn't handle words atm :> also, would you believe me if i said the actual idea behind this was this specific tiktok... lolㅠ ⋆ see masterlist

growing up, you were always sure you didn’t want to have any kids. you have your reasons, but ultimately, you’re scared you couldn’t be the kind of parents you wanted to be and you don’t want another soul to have to bear those sort of consequences after your inability to be one. you should be the one carrying them, even if it meant people will judge you for it.

being together with chris, however, had changed your mind.

no, not because he coaxed you into wanting one or anything like that—you knew he wanted to have kids, but he wasn’t even bothered when you told him about the matter when the topic of marriage came up. but then, whenever you see him doing even the most mundane of things... you just knew you’d be just fine raising a child together with him.

chris would be very hands on as soon as your baby arrives. he knows the best temperature for the baby formula, he knows how to wash and sterilize the baby bottle, he knows how to change your baby’s diaper—heavens, sometimes you even wondered if chris was a walking encyclopedia for any baby related matters.

chris would also be the one taking care of your baby throughout the night. ‘i’m already up anyway, you deserve the night’s sleep’ he reasoned, and being a man of his words, you would actually sleep through the night as chris would go as far as setting a bassinet in his home studio to make sure he’d be able to keep an eye on your baby while he works.

as your child grew up, chris would make sure to attend as many of the parents-teacher meeting as he possibly could. he knew the nature of his work would cause him to be away for quite a period of time when he had to, but when he could, he would even collude with your kid to ask you to let their dad be the one to take part for the next meeting. he just loved to be present when he could, and you could see it through the way he laugh with your kid.

your child’s puberty hits chris the hardest—your kid did not grow distant in any kind, they still look for their parents a lot, but for chris who used to be attached to your kid like a stamp on an envelope, letting your kid learn how to slowly become their own person felt like he’s slowly losing the little sunshine who used to only look for him. chris knew it’s going to happen eventually, but for the time being, he’ll keep himself busy with the tons of pictures and videos he took when his baby was younger.

another big wave of blue hits when chris had to send off your now young adult child to college. chris wouldn’t let you nor your child see, but you know the tears his studio had seen after you two had gone home from the airport, mere hours after your child flew thousands of miles away to chase after their dreams. despite the amount of calls and texts your family groupchat exchanged, it wasn’t the same without your child being home.

lastly, chris would finally let his tears be known when he had to let his little sunshine start off their own little family. the realization that the little baby who once fits in his arms is now ready to become a parent themselves were proven a little too overwhelming for chris—but everyone understood. everyone saw the mountain that is chris’ love for his child, and they understood.

not to worry, though—because now whenever your child visits with their own little bean,

chris had found himself another sunshine to take care of.

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[kenziexoxoxo]

The boys toys

I do not own the picture

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK MINORS DNI

Warnings: I need to have some shame with what is running through my head as I write this that is your warning

Y/n was something different than a WAG or a grid girl she was the grid toy. Now you might ask yourself what the fuck is a grid toy she is their little pet that like to fuck. Only a couple drivers fuck her on the regular: Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber, Michael Schumacher, Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton, Nico Rosberg, and Jenson Button. All of them are addicted to ruining her tight cunt. It all started off with her agreeing to be Seb's fuck buddy. Which turned into Mark walking in on them which then turned into Mark also fucking her and Mark spilling the beans to Fernando who then told Jenson who then told Lewis who then told Nico who then told Michael. It was innocent at first whenever one had a bad race or one of them won (which was every damn race) their prize would be her. There wasn't a weekend that Seb or Lewis or even JB didn't win. Summer break was apon them and they didn't want to let their toy go so they made a custody agreement of sorts Seb would have her one week while Michael got her the next week for the 112 days between them evenly.

Sebastian's week:

Sebastian was sometimes a rough lover but he always made sure to take care of Y/n. His weeks usually consisted of ploughing into you till you could barely think. "ja, du fickst so, meine gute kleine Schlampe" (yeah you fucking like that my good little slut). He'd whisper in your ear as he pounded into you from behind his hips snapping into yours reaching the perfect places.

Nico Rosberg:

Nico is more chill like to have Y/n cock warm a lot he thinks it's cute to have you sit naked in his lap with his cock shoved up in you as he talks to his father on the phone. "Yeah no dad I'm not that busy I can talk." Nico said into his phone as he fucked up into you to tease you, you knew better than to moan and let Keke hear you. "I mean cmon dad of course I've got some pretty girl I've been screwing lately it's me." He'd say arrogantly and to be a brat you'd tighten your walls around him making him muffle a moan.

Michael Schumacher:

Mike lobes to just have you walk around naked no clothes necessary he likes to take you as times as he can in a day. "ficken, bücken, Prinzessin." (Fuck bend over princess). He'd whisper in your ear as he'd rip his boxers off once you were bent he'd slam into you and fuck you dumb

Mark Webber:

Mark was something else he'd rather his head be between your thighs than anything else. "Mark cmon baby we have to go." You'd say giggling trying to get him out from between your legs after pushing up your dress to eat you out for the umpteenth time that day. He'd grunt at you and go back to his work.

Lewis Hamilton:

Lewis was ironically kinda vanilla in bed he loves to stare into your eyes as you cum undone. "Let me see those pretty eyes baby girl." He'd say as he slowly thrusted into you your eyes had gone half lidded from orgasm number 4 the man has some stamina.

Jenson Button:

Oh JB loves to have you on your knees throat raw from him face fucking you. He'd hold your hair in a make shift ponytail as he'd have a vibrator going hard inside you. "Such a good girl cum for me princess fuck yes." His head would fall back as you'd moan around his cock your arousal leaking onto the hard wood floor.

Fernando Alonso:

Fernando or nando was definitely Spanish in the bedroom there was no denying that. "Joder, sí, mi chica se corre en mis dedos." (Fuck yes my girl cum on my fingers). He loved to have his fingers deep inside you having you scream papi till your voice was gone.

Hope you enjoyed I need to start having some shame. @schumi-angel here is another with your man

[andy-15-07]

Café romance

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1062 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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request:I was wondering jf you could write one where the reader works at her own cafe like with coffee and stuff and there she meets pedro and she knows who he is (she's 32) and they get along really well and after months they start dating in secret and she knows how some fan girls are and when they are out one night they take pictures and everyone says shes too young and a gold digger and that he deserves someone else especially the actresses he works with and she believes them and ignores him for a while and he comes in her cafe one night when shes closing up and she explaines everything and he comforts her and he wants her to go with him to his premiere of tlou and he comforts her all the way and they debut their relationship there? :)) @kellyxo1

You flip the “Closed” sign, the last customer of the evening gone, and take a deep breath of rich espresso and warm pastries. Bean & Blossom Café has been yours for two years now,your dream come true at age thirty-two, and every corner still feels infused with possibility. Tomorrow, you’ll open early: fresh croissants, the new lavender-infused latte, and maybe another batch of those almond muffins your regulars can’t get enough of. Tonight, though, you’re alone with the gentle hum of the espresso machine winding down, lights low, the smell of roasted beans still sweet in the air.

A soft jingle from the door startles you. You spin around, wiping your hands on a flour-dusted apron. Pedro Pascal is standing in the doorway, rain-damp hair curling at his collar. He gives you that easy grin you know so well. “Hey,” he says, voice velvety. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

You force a smile. “Just closing up.” You wave vaguely at the half-emptied café. “What can I get for you? A latte to go?”

He shakes his head, stepping inside. “No,actually, I was wondering if you’d mind some company for a few minutes. I have something to tell you.”

Your heart does that fluttery thing,every time. It’s been months of stolen mornings and secret café-table dates. You’d agreed, when this started, to keep it between the two of you: his world of red carpets and scripts, your world of drip coffee and afternoon book-club meetups. Tonight, though, you sense the air is different.

“Sure,” you say, turning off the grinder and raising the café lights slightly. He slides onto a stool at the counter. Outside, the streetlamps shimmer on wet pavement.

Pedro runs a hand through his hair,handsome even when hesitating. “I know I’ve… I’ve been a bit absent lately. I’m so sorry.” He reaches for your hand. It’s warm, calloused from holding scripts and coffee cups alike. “I just,things have been crazy. Press, fan reactions, the show’s premiere next week… But that’s not why I came.”

You swallow. “Okay.”

He takes a breath. “You know I care about you, right? I mean, more than I ever thought I could.”

Your pulse pounds. “I know.”

He smiles, relief brightening his features. “I want you to be there when I walk that red carpet. I want you by my side, not hiding in shadows.”

You glance at the door. “Pedro… you know how some people can be. I’ve seen the headlines."

His brow furrows. “What headlines?”

You hesitate, voice low. “Last night when we grabbed dinner,someone snapped photos. Today the internet’s full of comments. They say I’m too young… that I’m just a gold-digger. They say you deserve someone,someone like those actresses you work with.”

His hands tighten on yours. “That’s bullshit. You’re thirty-two,hardly too young. And gold-digger? You’ve built a business, poured your soul into it.”

You look away, whispered: “Sometimes I start to believe it.”

Pedro shakes his head, voice soft but firm. “Don’t. I won’t let them make you doubt yourself.” He stands, stepping around the counter to pull you into a hug. His coat smells like rain and sandalwood. You press your face against his chest and let the tension drain out.

After a moment, he pulls back. “Listen. I know it’s scary. But you and I… we’re worth it.” He pulls out his phone, taps a few times. “Here.” He hands it to you. On the screen is an email invitation: World premiere of The Last of Us, April 13th, Dolby Theatre, Los Angeles. Your name is on it.

You stare. “Pedro… I can’t.”

He cups your face with gentle fingers. “Yes, you can. You will. You’re my date. Officially. I want you next to me when we debut this thing we’ve built together,both the show, and us.”

Tears prick your eyes. “But the noise,people saying I’m using you…”

He shakes his head. “Let them talk. Their words have no power here. This”,he gestures between you,“is real.” He kisses your forehead. “And I’ll be right there, holding your hand, every second.”

The week that follows is a blur of espresso orders and late-night text threads. You rehearse your dresses, plan your hair,low-key elegance, nothing too showy, because this moment isn’t about flashbulbs. It’s about standing beside him, proving that what you have is stronger than gossip. On April 13th, you lock the café at dawn,Bean & Blossom stays closed for the day,and fly to LA.

At the Dolby Theatre, chaos swirls: fans, press, cameras. You feel a tremor of nerves,your café uniform doesn’t prepare you for sequins and stiletto heels,but Pedro finds you in the crowd, his hand warm on your elbow. He leads you inside, around reporters, past fans clutching “We Love Joel & Ellie!” signs. His arm loops through yours, and your heart thrums like a freshly pulled espresso shot.

A firestorm of camera flashes erupts. Flash, click,flash, click. You draw in a steadying breath, smiling into the sea of lenses. Pedro leans in, murmuring, “You look incredible.” You believe him. In that moment, every cruel comment, every slanderous tweet, melts away. You’re not a gold-digger. You’re someone he loves, someone who loves him back. Someone who met him over a cappuccino and stayed for the quiet moments.

They call your names: “Pedro Pascal and… Y/N!” Your dress shimmers under the lights as you step onto the red carpet. Reporters shout questions, but Pedro answers for both of you. “She’s the reason I’ve been smiling so much these last few months.” He draws you close. You beam, tucking your hand into his. A perfect picture of unity.

Backstage, after the chaos, Pedro sweeps you up in a breathless embrace. “We did it,” he whispers. “Together.”

You laugh, tears slipping free. “Together.”

He tips your chin, meets your eyes. “Now, come”,he flicks his gaze toward the stage,“let’s enjoy the show.”

Later, when you’re seated in plush velvet seats, the lights dim, and the familiar opening chords of The Last of Us score fill the hall, you rest your head against his shoulder. This is more than a premiere. It’s the beginning of something new: your partnership, unbroken by rumors, forged in coffee steam and spotlight. You squeeze his hand as the screen fades to black, and for the first time in a long time, the world outside feels perfectly still,because right here, next to him, is where you belong.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Hiii! In the sugar and spice au, how did the roommates discover her stream, and how did they react?

Love from the other side of the world! ✨️

a/n: if i blew a kiss out of my window, do you think it would reach you all the way over there?

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okay, so it would be after the whole breakup with ransom, after you moved in with the three of them

picture it: you think you're home alone, that none of your roommates will be home for hours, so, of course, you grasp the perfect opportunity and stream for a bit

but what you don't know when you're squirming against a vibrator and flirting with the chat is that one of them returned early (maybe a cancelled class?)

i'm thinking it's bucky

he'd probably be just swallowed up in the mundane routine, getting in the door and stuff, till BOOM! he hears your moan from down the hallway

and then he hears the way you're talking and what a dead giveaway it is to what you're doing in there

so what does he do? i mean...... he's just a guy.... he can't help it if he gets entrances on the other side of your door...

also mind you, this all happens after you've already slept with all of them

(let's pause a sec to go over that)

in my mind, with most of them it happened pretty early on in your friendships

or with curtis, that's how you met, he was a one night stand turned bff

bucky was a drunken hookup, the kind where you're both just so happy and lovey-dovey. like you just wanna show each other how much you love each other and appreciate each other as a friend, but you wanna take it a step higher than a hug, so naturally you kiss. buuuuutt, that then escalates because of the horndogs you are and you end up scrambling to the nearest bathroom to fuck (mmmmm, the eye contact in the mirror 🤤)

steve was probably the one you were the closest to before you two banged for the first time. but with him, i'm thinking it was a day where he was feeling super down and blue about something and you went over to cheer him up. in your desperation to find a way to make him feel even a little bit better you threw in the suggestion that you'd suck his cock, which was like a record scratch for him because he naturally assumed you weren't serious, only for you to show him just how serious you actually were by sinking down on your knees and slobbering all over him till a smile appeared on his face.

(okay, now that's settled, back to the story at hand)

so! bucky quickly spilt the beans to the others and the next chance they got, they were all spying outside your door, throbbing hard the lot of them.

when they confronted you about it, they did in a way that almost made you cry because of how polar opposite it was to the blow up with your ex

they were so sweet and respectful, sharing what they'd heard and asking if their suspicions were true.

and then (because they were all super into it) they asked if you'd share what your screen name was and if it was alright for them to watch you.

(urgh! i love them so much!!!! 😭)

then after that, it slowly became just another normal thing in your lives, openly chatting about it (your schedule, some ideas for content and stuff, letting them help brainstorm)

you sometimes let your door stay open during streams

they soon helped you upgrade your setup

and when you needed some help to snap the perfect picture or help lift the heavy fuck machine out of your closet, you had a sea of volunteers to choose from

do you need a dick as a prop for the perfect pov pic? why use a dildo when you have three real ones to choose from!

or filming a custom video? now you suddenly have the opportunity to do something other than just solo ones (were they the ones to point that out and slyly suggest that they'd be into it? 10000% yes. either its a pov style video so their identities are hidden, or if its not, if you just let the camera stay off to the side and capture it from there, then you just go in in post and blur their faces, easy peasy)

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