#sunshine and nightlights

[idrawfunkythings]

DCAtober24 Day 8: Trouble

Words: 1,300+ Summary: Sun doesn't appreciate his rules being broken, and takes you for a ride (it's a lot goofier than it sounds)

Your job was becoming monotonous. Wake up, come to the daycare, help Sun wrangle all the kids, flirt in a way you hoped was a joke, bully Moon, go home to sleep and then repeat it all the next day. It wasn’t that you didn’t like your job - hell no, this place was the best thing to ever happen to you. But the constant cycle of the same stuff was starting to get to you.

Sun had noticed. You weren’t really trying to hide it, which was obvious when after Sun excitedly told you about the fact he’d be reusing the schedule from last week to help ease a few new kiddos in, you’d groaned and face planted the desk.

“Don’t give me that,” Sun tuts. “It’ll be fun!”

“Can we pleeeeeeeeese switch things up,” you moan, cheek mashed against the smooth tabletop. “I’m begging you. I’m getting sooooooooo bored.”

Sun spins his faceplate to the side. “You’d better not be calling me boring!”

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Maybe the reason you’re bored is because-” Sun hums and crouches down next to you, to whisper in your ear. “You haven’t been sleeping properly.”

“Hi, Moon,” you grumble. “Go away.”

“Your attention slipping can be a sign of bad sleep patterns!” Sun recites, jumping back up and listing sleep related facts off of his fingers. “To have an optimal experience during the day, you should do your best to get to bed on time the night before.”

“Maybe I would get to sleep better if someone didn’t steal my keys,” you said pointedly. Sun shrugs.

“Maybe you should keep them hidden better.”

“I shouldn’t have to worry about my coworkers stealing my keys!”

“And I shouldn’t have to worry about you wanting to ruin my perfectly scheduled days because you’re bored,” Sun smiles. He places his hands over your own, holding them when you try and grab them back out of spite.

“Your days should be more interesting then.” It’s a kiddy insult, and he knows that, but his eyes glint with interest all the same.

“Well, friend, it almost sounds like you’re being mean to me,” Sun laughs, placing a hand over his mouth to fake-gasp. “And being mean is very much against the rules of the daycare.”

“Screw your rules.” You start to gather your stuff, checking your Fazwatch. You’d stayed back late enough that you’d missed the peak hour traffic, and getting home would be a piece of cake. You nod to Sun and stuff everything in your bag, getting out from your spot behind the security desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow buddy.”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Your path is suddenly blocked by a very large, very yellow obstruction. You squint up at Sun in annoyance.

“Dude, come on.”

“You broke a daycare rule.” Sun does his usual habit of bending down and waggling a finger in your face. “Rulebreakers must be punished.”

“Can this rulebreaker be punished tomorrow, when I’ve gotten home and had a nice, warm shower?”

“Nope!”

“How am I meant to get a good sleep if you’re harassing me?” you try, attempting to sidestep Sun without him noticing. It fails, of course.

“You won’t get one anyway!” Sun days brightly, and you grit your teeth because obviously he’s right.

You cross your arms, extremely unimpressed. “Sun-”

You’re abruptly cut off when you’re lifted into the air, madly scrabbling for something to hold on to. This was one of Sun’s favourite things to do - to lift you up and then spin you around before letting you back onto solid ground, greatly disorienting you in the process.

However this time, there’s no spin, and he doesn’t put you back down.

You yelp as you realise you are suddenly nowhere near close to the soft playmats of the daycare. Instead, you’re suspended in the air, swaying back and forth with nothing but that stupid wire that Moon absolutely adored to keep you aloft.

The one that Moon adored, and the one that Sun was notoriously horrible at successfully using. Okay, great.

“Sun!” you shout, berating yourself for clutching onto him pathetically despite your anger. You tuck your head into his ruffles, just below his faceplate. “Put me back down!”

It wasn’t that you were scared of heights, per se - Moon had taken you on many a nighttime joyride. It was just that, like any sane person would be, you absolutely 100% did not want to be placing your faith in the hands of an animatronic that once managed to faceplant into the ball pit because he forgot how to work the wire.

“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” Sun laughs, although he quiets when the movement makes you cling to his neck. “I thought you liked flying.”

“Yeah, when it’s my choice,” you hiss, deliberately refusing to look at the wire and remind yourself how thin it really was. “And it never is, because neither of you understand how to ask someone before doing something!”

“Neither do you,” Sun hums, coiling his arms around your body as a reassurance that he won’t drop you. “You certainly don’t ask before you say mean things!”

“That’s because you deserve them,” you counter, crossing your arms, and then being instantly reminded why that was a bad idea when you shift in Sun’s grip.

“No one deserves mean things!” Sun admonishes, and you swear that you can see Moon rolling his eyes.

Once you’re completely sure that Sun is holding you as tight as possible, you cast a glance down to the daycare. The two of you are floating above the play structures, a few feet below the beams across the roof. The bright plastic star lights on the wall are shining brightly, illuminating the space.

When Moon takes you for a flight, it’s usually not in the daycare, and also so chaotic that you never have a chance to see what the plex looks like from so high up. But if you forgot about the fact that you yourself weren’t actually secured to the roof, it almost felt kind of peaceful, being above the ground. You understood why Moon loved it so much.

“Remind me why we’re up here,” you say after a beat.

“You broke the rules. You’re in trouble.”

“I am not a child, Sun.” He hums humourously. “I’m ignoring that. Put me down.”

“Time out.”

“Sun.”

“Rulebreaker.”

“Sun.”

He doesn’t say anything. After a while you look up at him. His permanent grin is looking suspiciously sheepish.

“Sun?”

“So. Uh.” His rays pulse once, twice, and his fans pick up the pace. “Slight issue.”

“Sun, please don’t tell me you don’t know how to get down.”

“Okay. I won’t, then.”

You hang in the air.

“Okay I have to. I can’t get down.”

Of course he couldn’t. You grip the sides of his face in annoyance. “Sun! I don’t want to be stuck here until the lights go out! What if you drop me?”

Sun scoffs. “I would never drop you.”

“Ten minutes ago, you probably would never have held me prisoner up here.”

“Very incorrect. I definitely would have.”

“Funny.”

Sun’s eye flickers red for a second, and he sighs, drooping. “Um. Moon says he can get us down.”

“Thank god for that.” You gesture to the wire. “Tell him to hurry up.”

“But he won’t.”

Count on Moon to be the most annoying, self centered, sadistic robot in the plex. You grit your teeth. “Why not.”

“He says you need to obey the rules.”

You shout protests, coming up with every name under the sun (ha) for the jester, earning you disapproving noises. You poke Sun’s eyes, untie his bells and threaten to spit in his joints, but Moon is a stubborn son of a bitch, and he refuses to come out.

After your energy is spent from harassing Sun, you sag into his arms. The lights wouldn’t be off until 8:00.

It was gonna be a long twenty minutes.

[luna-the-cretar]

Yknow, the only thing I knew about EOM before going into it was the ship between Lethica and Marius (tho I didn’t know the characters names, just the ship between them via fanart), and I had kinda written it off as “oh, hot boi x hot girl, okay”.

(Spoilers up to episode 11 under cut)

But then I started watching EOM. And with the mixture of their personalities blending well together, the constant back and forth with “I agree with Marius” “I agree with Lethica”, the literal Darkness x Light trope (granted, mostly it’s because of their respective gods, but still), and just. Specific moments.

Like Lethica paying attention to what Marius ate for breakfast the previous morning, and took some with her to give to him when he caught back up to them after his conversation with the High Inquisitor, or Marius somehow fucking reviving Lethica (despite not having the Revivify spell available to him at their current level), and their hug afterwards??? I just.

I get it now. I mean, I started getting it by the time they cleansed the Crooked House, but now? I’m fucking loving this ship. It is just. Amazing. I love it.

[carlaquinterosph1]

Cielo

[callsignpxnguin]

Heyy!! I don't know if requests are open, but yesterday I saw a video of a girl wearing a t-shirt saying 'boyfriend's meal' and I REALLY want to know how Simon would react seeing you sleeping with it, or walking around the house with that damn t-shirt on ^^

Tag me if you do it pleaseeee!

Requests are defo open, your wish it my command! <3 (so sorry this took ages ARGH I haven’t been writing but i should be back now)

The door creaked quietly as it opened, pale morning light glimmering through the crack but quickly being blotted out by the huge figure that entered.

It was early — far too early for you to even think of being awake, and Simon knew that. But that wasn’t going to stop him from surprising his favourite girl with his early return home from deployment. He knew you wouldn’t mind, especially when he presented you with the snacks he had picked up on his way home.

He made his way into the apartment slowly, taking care to leave all of his gear nearly in the utility room because he knew you hated it when he left it strewn around the room. Usually he would’ve been dripping in sweat and grime, but on this occasion he had managed to pop in to use a gym shower. Meant he could see you even faster, and your nose wouldn’t wrinkle when he pulled you into his chest — albeit lovingly.

Once he was all settled, his gaze fell to your bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. From inside, he could hear you breathing softly. It made the corner of his lips twitch upwards unconsciously.

He entered quietly, gazing at your form curled up on the double bed. God, he was missed you. Immediately, he made a beeping for your side, sliding in behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Mm��” you sighed softly, half-asleep. “What… Simon?” You blinked blearily and craned your head to look at him. As soon as you saw him staring back at you, tiny smile on his face, you broke out into a tired beam. “You’re back!”

“Wanted t’surprise you,” he murmured, large handing roaming your stomach absently.

You flicked on a dim nightlight to see him better, before curling up into his side happily. “Good surprise. I missed you. How did the op go?”

“Op went fine. Missed you too, sweetheart.”

For a man of few words, the sentiment made you smile even more.

He sighed quietly, before his gaze dipped and eyes fell onto your t-shirt, which was currently half-obscured by pillows — but obviously had some sort of lettering printed on the front. It made him curious — he had never seen it before. And he had your closet memorised by now.

“What’s that say, huh?” He asked quietly, voice gruff as he took the collar of your thin t-shirt between his meaty fingers in interest and tugged it upwards.

“Don’t manhandle me, I’m not awake yet,” you mewled earnestly, swatting at him half-heartedly, but at his notice you couldn’t help but grin slightly. You didn’t know he’d be seeing it so soon. “I bought it the other day. Wanted to surprise you with it, but now you can see it sooner. You like it?”

Simon’s eyes narrowed as he read the print slowly, once you had rolled over onto your back and the thin fabric was pulled tantalisingly over your torso. “Boyfriend’s… meal.” He blinked at you, and for a couple moments, his face was completely blank.

“…You like it?” You asked again, now a little nervous.

His index finger traced the letters slowly. “…I like it.” His voice was almost a growl, and the sudden dip in his tenor made you shiver. “You bought this for me?” You giggled. “Of course. You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?”

”Damn right I am, sunshine.” Suddenly, his breath was hot on your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path. “And you’re my meal, then, yeah?”

“Can’t argue with the t-shirt.”

”Good, because I don’t want to.” His breath was quickly replaced by his teeth — nipping gently at first, but his bites got harder the further he got down the slope of your neck, moving onto your collarbone and then your shoulders. “Tastes bloody good.” His tongue darted out occasionally, warm and soft, running over the marks he was leaving almost proudly.

And he didn’t stop. Not for a long while.

‘Boyfriend’s meal’, that you were.

[itsvelyria]

"the moment the f1 boys realised you were the one"

Charles Leclerc

being able to cry around you: charles has a bad habit of bottling everything up. it was three months into your relationship when he had a particularly bad race, a stroke of bad luck. he was met with pats on his back and mutters that he would do better. numbness flooding his veins, they did nothing to ease the anxiety in his chest. he met your eyes across the room and watched as you stepped closer. with extended arms, you'd told him to let it out. never once has anyone ever told him that before, and so he had instantly broken down, exhausted from having to hold it all together. there was nothing needed but your presence. he sobs messily into your shoulder and the next morning, he had wished that he'll always have you around.

Carlos Sainz

when he realised you knew him better than he did himself: "how did you know?" were his first words, when he came home one night, only to come face-to-face with a pair of Airpods on the nightstand, addressed to him. he had sorely needed a new pair after losing them on the plane but hadn't had the time to purchase them. "because i know you" was your answer, beaming up at him from the side, where you were preparing dinner. you had missed the deep look in his eyes, rambling on; first his sister's wedding anniversary present in the coat closet, then the watch his father had wanted mended for a while now all fixed. and there it was: that was the moment where carlos finally understood the fluttering in his heart.

Danny Ricciardo

making the best out of life: when you had agreed to go out with danny solely because he made life feel that much brighter, but what you didn't know was that he felt the same way about you. you were always up for anything, the easygoing aura you carried with your being influencing him, especially when he had suggested sharing the singular umbrella left in the store — the unexpected downpour having caught you both off guard. nonetheless, you huddled under the umbrella, both your shoulders getting soaked the second you left the safety of the grocery store shelter. eyes meeting across the umbrella handle, you both break out into chuckles at your plain misfortune. that's when he realised — there was no one else he wanted to be stuck in a bad situation with.

George Russell

inside jokes: it was a small thing, minuscule even, the earliest memory of the joke being one of your first few dates, before you were even official. it was just a simple coincidence that the situation you were called for it. in the group dinner with your mutual friends, george's eyes had shot to yours, searching for the only being who could possibly understand him. and in that flash of a moment when his blue gaze met yours, your bodies had naturally leaned towards their other halves, giggles muffled into your hands. if your friends were surprised at the sudden laughter, he doesnt even notice, too preoccupied with how gorgeous you looked in the candlelight and how fast his heartbeat has gotten.

Lando Norris

shared comfortable silence: your boyfriend loved people, befriending strangers and great conversations. it all came easy to him, possibly due to growing up a middle child, he mirrored a little ray of sunshine. but as much as he adored socialising, lando found that he equally enjoyed quiet time with you, especially on lounge chairs by the beach while you flipped through your book, absolutely taken by the words. lando admired the expression fluttering across your features with each passing page. something strange settled in his tummy as he continued staring, something he could only allude to how peace might feel like. perhaps this is how life was meant to be lived, he thought.

Lewis Hamilton

sharing tattoo meanings: lewis has had a lot of art done on his body over the years and he's proud of all of them; memories and meanings forever part of him. with the orange glow of your nightlight at 3am, he watched as you traced the patterns on his skin, telling you stories and what each of them meant. you had soaked up the words, mesmerised by the deep lull of his voice as he opened up his heart to you. never has anyone been so interested in him as a person, all they wanted to know was his career and business and he appreciated it. to you, he was just a man — someone you wanted to know more about.

Max Verstappen

his pets greeting you: as the provider for his cats, he expected a touch more loyalty from the feline beings. still he remained seated, fixated on how jimmy and sassy nuzzled at your calves, the warmth of their tiny bodies against his legs previously lost. the silence was broken by the sound of grocery bags tossed on the kitchen counter as you stooped down to scratch their fuzzy chins. a light purr emanated from sassy while jimmy rolled over, also meowing in a bid for attention. his heart strangely light, he watched you indulge them like the spoiled brats they were. was it because of how much love was within you or the care you held for the things he held dear? either way, max couldn't tamp down the urge to cross the room and wrap you in his arms, much like you did with his pets now, the three little words in the back of his throat.

[hazelira]

always yours, hana

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The quiet hum of the baby monitor buzzed like background static in the soft glow of the nightlight. The new nursery—still half—finished—smelled faintly of wood polish and laundry detergent. You stood there momentarily, hand on the gentle curve of your belly, wondering if Hana would ever love this room like she loved her own.

Down the hall, muffled sniffles crept through the half-closed door of Hana’s room.

Ni-ki was already there when you padded down the hall. His tall frame sat awkwardly at the edge of her tiny bed, his hands rubbing slow circles on Hana’s back as her little body trembled beneath the covers.

“She won’t talk to me,” he whispered, eyes lifting to meet yours.

You nodded. You’d noticed it too, these last few weeks—her once never-ending stream of questions had quieted, replaced by long silences and downcast glances. Her favourite purple headband had been abandoned, and her drawings were suddenly full of heavy rain clouds instead of sunshine and stars.

“I think… I know what this is,” you murmured.

Ni-ki's eyes searched yours for a beat before realization flickered there—sharp and painful.

“She thinks I’m going to forget her,” he said quietly. “Because of the baby.”

Silence passed, and Hana’s small voice trembled from under the covers.

“You are.”

Ni-ki froze like the words knocked the breath out of him.

“Hana,” you said gently, stepping forward.

The blanket rustled as her little face peeked out, cheeks damp and eyes red-rimmed. “You’re always talking to the baby now. Mama gets tired a lot. Dada reads baby books. You forgot to say goodnight to Mr. Foxy yesterday…”

Ni-ki sank fully onto the floor beside her bed, heart crumbling. “Oh, Hana bean…” His voice cracked.

“I’m still here, Dada,” she whispered, voice so small. “But I feel like I’m…going away.”

Tears gathered in your own eyes, but Ni-ki shook his head, reaching to brush her hair back, his fingers trembling.

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. You’re my first. My baby girl,” he said, his voice thick. “You made me a dad, remember? There’s nothing—nothing—in the whole world that could take you away from me.”

She sniffled. “But the baby…”

Ni-ki reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out something small—her old purple hair tie with the fraying stars.

“I keep this with me every day,” he said softly. “Because every day I miss you when I’m away. Every day, I look at this and think about how lucky I am that you picked me to be your Dada.”

Hana stared at the hair tie, eyes wide.

“The baby’s not here to replace you,” you added, kneeling beside Ni-ki. “They’re coming because of you. Because we love being your mom and dad, we thought we could share that love with one more little person.”

Ni-ki smiled, brushing tears from her cheeks. “But I’ll always love you first. In every version of this life, you’re the first person I ever loved this way.”

Hana blinked, eyes slowly clearing. “Even if the baby cries a lot?”

“I’ll still love you.”

“Even if I draw clouds instead of suns?”

“I’ll hang them on the fridge anyway.”

A tiny smile broke through her stormy face. “Even if I get jealous sometimes?”

Ni-ki leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Especially then.”

She finally reached out, climbing into his lap with a hiccupping sob, arms around his neck. “I don’t wanna go away.”

“You don’t have to,” he whispered, pulling her close. “You never will.”

You watched them quietly, hand resting over the life inside you, your heart full of both ache and awe.

Later, when Hana had drifted to sleep against his chest, Ni-ki glanced at you over the moonlight spilling through the window.

“She’s still my whole heart,” he murmured.

You smiled. “Now your heart just gets to grow.”

© hazelira | tumblr

requested by @yejisuu

[dragoneyelashart]

come back to me

smut, fluff, angst ౨ৎ warnings: pregnant reader a/n: back with the firefighter! billie x police officer! r 💋 (also like sunshine! billie n grumpy! r if you squint) wc: 1.9k 3:07 am

the sound of the radio buzzes low across the nightstand, too soft to disturb most people. but billie’s already half-awake when it starts. she shifts beside you in the dim blue light leaking through the curtains, her hand brushing instinctively across your swollen belly before she reaches for the device.

you stir as she swings her legs off the bed.

“billie,” you murmur, voice cracked with sleep. “no.”

she pauses. her silhouette is outlined in soft gold from the hallway nightlight, muscles shifting beneath the old tank she sleeps in. her turnout pants are already halfway on.

“baby,” she says gently, turning back to you. “it’s a quick one. two-alarm fire, low occupancy. i’ll be back before you even miss me.”

you blink at her, eyes adjusting to the shadows. you don’t believe her. neither of you do. but she still says it like it might be true this time. she always says it like that.

billie leans over, pressing a warm, firm kiss to your lips. then another, slower one on your bare stomach. she whispers something there, something soft and ridiculous that makes your throat tighten. your hand finds her curls, tugging gently.

“you’ll be careful?”

she smirks. “i’m always careful.”

you give her a flat look. billie grins wider, straightening with that smug glint in her eye. “come on, you know me. i make the fire nervous.”

you groan, rolling your eyes. “you’re not charming, billie. you’re actually insufferable.”

she grabs her jacket from the hook, spinning it onto her back with practiced ease. “correction: i’m charming and insufferable. it’s part of my appeal.”

you mumble something under your breath.

she cups your face, her thumb brushing along your cheek. “and remember you’re the one who decided to marry me, ms o’connell”

“unfortunately,” you mutter. 

she laughs, deep and low in her throat, leaning in for one last kiss that’s soft making you melt into her arms, wishing she’d never leave. 

then she disappears into the hallway, gear bag slung over one shoulder. the door closes behind her, muffled and final.

but even that part of her exit holds swagger. there’s always something cocky about billie when she gets called in, like she’s starring in her own action movie. the way she walks; the confident clip of her boots against the hardwood, the casual slinging of her gear bag over one broad shoulder. she turns back once before the door shuts, gives you a wink so lazy and sure of herself that it makes you want to throw something at her. 

"don’t wait up, baby," she says with that grin that got her out of more than one bar fight before you ever met. "but also, wait up. i miss you pretty ass, sometimes”

you scowl, tugging the blanket higher. “bitch, get out.”

billie just grins wider. “love you too, grumpy.”

and then she’s gone, and you groan into your pillow, a faint blush and smile evident on your face. 

you wake again with a start. the bed is cold.

the apartment is too quiet. no soft rustle of billie’s jacket as she moves through the kitchen. no clatter of keys on the counter. just you and the clock.

you try to roll onto your side and grunt instead. the weight of pregnancy is heavier at this hour, unforgiving. your back aches. your ankles feel thick. but it’s the ache in your chest that’s worse.

you reach for your phone.

no texts. no missed calls. no updates from dispatch. you know better than to expect them, but hope’s a stubborn, stupid thing.

you sit on the edge of the bed, hands cradling the round swell of your belly.

“she said it would be quick,” you whisper aloud.

the baby shifts in response. you sigh, pressing your palm there.

“she lies, sometimes.”

you try not to stare at the news feed on your phone, but your eyes keep flicking back. the fire’s worse than they expected. six buildings involved now. displacement. one collapse.

and still no word.

you start cleaning.

the apartment is already clean, but you wipe everything down anyway. the kitchen counters. the bathroom sink. you organize the baby’s drawers even though you’ve done it three times this week. you fold onesies that haven’t even been worn.

your phone dings and your breath catches—but it’s just your bank app. a low balance notification. you nearly throw the phone across the room.

you finally sit again, hand trembling as you grab the remote. local news. a shaky camera pans over smoke and fire. the reporter’s words are background noise to the crackling in your ears.

you snap the tv off. enough. the static in your chest is louder than the news. you grab your phone again, fingers trembling. the fireaid number is saved in your favorites.

it rings twice.

"tom," you bark when he picks up. "where the fuck is my wife?"

there's a stunned silence on the other end.

"uh—y/n?"

“no it’s the electrician, who the fuck else would be calling for my wife tom? you called her in at three in the fucking morning and i’ve seen news coverage of a building collapse. she's not answering. she hasn't texted. what the hell is going on?"

tom coughs awkwardly. you can hear the stress in his voice. "she’s on scene still. it’s... rough. but she’s okay, far as i know. pulled three people out personally. i swear, she’s just—"

"just what? forgot she has a pregnant wife at home having a goddamn heart attack?"

“it’s billie,” tom says. like that’s supposed to explain everything. and maybe it does. maybe it always has.

you hang up without another word.

and then, briefly—

you see her.

just a glimpse. covered in ash. holding up debris with two others as someone crawls out from beneath it. there’s blood on her temple. her jaw is clenched.

your stomach lurches. you almost vomit. your knees press together like it’ll hold the fear inside.

you whisper her name like a prayer and wait.

the door opens.

you don’t jump. you’re already standing, arms crossed waiting. as if you had planned this and rehearsed it over and over in your head. “ms o’connell, do you realize what the fucking time is? should i have gifted you a fucking watch for our wedding instead?” you look at her sternly. billie steps inside, smiling sheepishly, and everything inside you goes very still. “um…do i call for mr fox?” she grins sheepishly. you stare at her deadpanned, your lips pursed.

billie is about to make another comment before pausing when she sees the look on your face.

"tom says i have a scary wife," billie says, trying to lighten the mood with that worn-out half-smile. "i see what he means."

she’s limping. not badly, but enough. her shirt is stained, her hair matted. there’s a cut above her brow, dried blood trailing to her cheekbone. her left arm hangs lower than her right.

she looks up and sees you.

the smile she gives you is a ghost of the one you know.

“hi my love,” she says, voice hoarse.

you don’t move. your chest rises, falls. billie kicks the door shut with her heel and drops her bag to the floor.

“before you yell, i—”

but you’re already moving.

not fast—you can’t move fast anymore. but it’s forceful. intentional. you reach her in three heavy steps and press your hand to her chest. it’s like you’re making sure she’s really there. you slap her chest lightly, punching it, and shaking your head with tears in your eyes. 

“billie.” your voice breaks. “you’re hurt, and it’s late”

she winces when you brush her arm. “it’s nothing. but im sure after my pregnant wife just assaulted me it’s much worse.”

you step back, arms folding over your stomach, and for a moment you look at her like she’s a stranger.

“you said it’d be quick.”

“i know.” she says looking down softly

“you said you’d be safe.”

“i tried.”

“that’s not good enough!” your voice cracks, sharp and loud in the stillness. “you came home bleeding, billie. limping. you haven’t even looked at a mirror—your face is—”

her mouth tightens. “i couldn’t just walk away. someone was trapped.”

your hands tremble. “and what if you were trapped? what if someone called me from the hospital instead?”

billie looks down. ash sprinkles from her curls.

“i don’t know how to do this,” you whisper. “i don’t know how to keep doing this, billie. not when every shift could be the last time i see you. i’m so scared, all the time”

“i don’t want to scare you,” she says, finally meeting your eyes. “but i can’t lie. not about this.”

you nod slowly. “then don’t lie. but stop pretending you come home unscathed. don’t say you’re coming home soon, when we both know you’re out forever. you don’t. we don’t. i carry this baby alone for hours wondering if i’m going to raise her alone. i fold her clothes and wonder if she’ll have your smile, or if she’ll never get the chance to.”

billie’s face crumples.

and you hate that. you hate how fast guilt rises in your throat. how you want to take it all back the second her eyes glisten. but you don’t. you can’t.

she’s shaking her head, resting it between your neck, her hands finding the swell in your belly, caressing your future baby girl. “i’m so sorry.”

“i’m scared, billie.”

“i know.” she steps forward, slow and cautious, like she’s afraid you’ll flinch. “i’m scared too.”

you press your lips together, tight. but your hands reach for her on their own, trembling as they press to her ribs, her back, her neck. she lets out a soft noise, pain, relief, both, as you touch her.

“sit down,” you say. “let me clean you up.”

but she’s already sinking to her knees.

“what—billie—”

her hands frame your hips gently, reverently. she presses her face into the round curve of your belly. her breath hitches.

“please ma—,” she says into your skin. “know i’m trying, for you, for our little baby”

you exhale shakily, threading your fingers through her hair. “i know baby”

she tilts her face up to you, eyes wet. you bend slowly, bringing your forehead to hers. the world narrows to this.

“just wanna show you,” she whispers.

“i know, sweet girl, i know”

“can i—can i just… hold you? please?”

you nod. “come on.”

you help her up. you guide her slowly to your bedroom, where you settle, curled together under the weight of exhaustion and truth. billie tucks her face against your neck and wraps her arms around you from behind, her palm splayed over your stomach. you cover her hand with yours.

neither of you speak for a long time. you just breathe.

eventually, she shifts.

her lips find the curve of your neck, warm and soft. not hurried. not desperate. just present.

“i missed you,” she murmurs.

you sigh. “you always miss me when you’re gone.”

her mouth brushes your jaw. “i miss you even when i’m here.”

your throat tightens. you turn your face and kiss her, slow, deep, aching. her hand finds your hip, fingers tracing the curve with reverence.

“let me take care of you,” she breathes. “let me show you how much i missed you, mama.”

you nod once, her hand threading into yours. 

there’s nothing rushed about it. billie peels your shirt away like it’s sacred. her eyes trace every curve, every scar, every stretch of new skin made by life. she kisses your stomach first, then your ribs, then your sternum. her hands settle on your thighs, wide and steady.

“you’re so beautiful,” she says, voice cracking.

you touch her cheek, softly bringing the hair out of her face humming out an answer.

she giggles softly.

her mouth finds your breast, lips soft and warm. you gasp, arching into her, your nipples more sensitive than usual. her touch is careful, her fingers gentle where they slide down your side, over your hips, between your thighs.

you spread for her without hesitation. her fingers dance amongst your thigh, like she’s memorizing, not teasing. though she has had you memorized since the day you met. her fingers are slow, deliberate, drawing wet heat from you in careful circles. you whimper out her name, in desperation. “please billie, cmon, don’t tease” billie just nods in affirmation leaving a kiss on your belly, before bringing two fingers to her mouth. she sucks the fingers before placing them on your clit, she rubs it slightly, coating it with a mix of your juices and her saliva. “so pretty, such a pretty mama” billie whispers. her fingers slowly curl inside you her palm splayed against your clit while the other was clasped between your other hand. there’s nothing rushed about it. billie touches you like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she blinks too fast. her hands are rough, calloused, bruised, smoke-scented, and reverent. she peels your shirt up inch by inch, not just to reveal skin, but to reassure herself you’re real beneath it. her eyes are glassy as they move over you, lingering on the swell of your belly, the curve of your breasts, the tired tension in your shoulders.

she kisses low first, your stomach, right where your child kicks sometimes when you’re too still. her lips are cracked but gentle, and the scrape of her jaw where ash still clings only makes it more real.

“i was so scared,” she whispers.

you cup the back of her head, fingers buried in her curls. “me too.”

she lifts her face, something raw in her eyes, then moves up your body. each kiss climbs higher, ribs, sternum, collarbone, until her lips hover just below your throat. her breath stutters. she presses in, open-mouthed.

“you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” she rasps. “prettiest mama.”

you’re already crying and don’t realize until she kisses the salt from your chin.

“billie,” you murmur, tugging her down. she follows, bodies slotting together awkwardly but close.

her hands find your thighs, spreading them with a kind of aching slowness that makes your hips jerk. she doesn’t tease. not tonight. her fingers slide between your folds like she already knows exactly how wet you are, because she does. one breath against your neck and you were aching for her.

but she’s trembling a little. not from hesitation, just emotion. her mouth is at your jaw, your throat, your chest, murmuring soft, shaky praise.

"i got you, mama," she whispers, breath catching. "gonna take care of you so good... be the mommy our little girl deserves."

you moan softly, running your hands through her hair. “please.”

she nods against your skin. “yeah... yeah, baby. i got you.”

her strap presses in, slow and careful, and she gasps when she sinks into you, like she can feel everything too. her hips move with steady rhythm, eyes wide and reverent as she watches you take her. you guide her pace with a hand on her hip, but she never stops looking at your face.

“feels so good,” you pant.

her breath hitches. “look so perfect... taking me like that... fuck ma—”

“billie,” you whimper. “don’t stop—“

“wouldn’t dream of it princess,” she moans, a flush high on her cheeks. “c'mon, mama. cum for me, make a mess all over me”

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THE JEONS | req 5

Request: A Girl

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics + smut sometimes!

warnings: soft tears, dad!jk, parental emotions, towel-wrapped affection, nursery fluff, one bunny plush gets emotional

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Your walking out of the shower, the house is still, the kind of quiet that settles after a day full of laughter and soft chaos. Your skin is warm from, towel twisted securely around you, and your feet pad gently along the wooden floor as you head toward your room.

But something makes you pause.

The nursery door is half open. The softest golden glow spills from the nightlight inside, casting warm shadows over the walls you both painted pink just hours ago.

You glance in.

Jungkook is sitting on the rocking chair—his favorite spot now, though he hasn’t admitted it. His back is curved forward slightly, elbows on his knees, a tiny bunny plush tucked against his chest like it’s the most fragile thing in the world.

He’s talking.

Voice hushed, shaky.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispers to the bunny. “But I’m gonna try my hardest. I swear. I already love you so much, and I haven’t even met you yet.”

Your breath catches.

You don’t speak. Not yet.

His thumb brushes over the bunny’s ear absently, and he lets out a small exhale that sounds just this side of overwhelmed.

“I just want to do it right for you. I want you to grow up knowing you’re safe. Loved. Always.”

You watch him close his eyes, press the bunny tighter to his chest. A single tear slips down his cheek, and he lets it fall. No wiping. No hiding.

Until he opens his eyes and sees you.

He blinks. Then gently wipes his face—not out of shame, not to pretend it didn’t happen. Just… because it’s time to move forward.

You smile softly at him, leaning on the doorframe. “You talking to our girl?”

He nods, his smile barely there but real. “Yeah.”

You step into the room, still towel-wrapped, and sit on the floor beside him, clutching your stomach. The carpet’s plush against your legs. You look around—at the pale pink walls, the tiny crib, the stuffed animals stacked neatly in a basket you both argued over for twenty minutes in the store.

You both spent the entire day here—ever since the ultrasound. Finding out it was a girl sent Jungkook spiraling into nesting mode. Rearranging furniture. Folding little onesies. Hanging a tiny framed print that says sunshine over the crib.

“We really did this,” you say, voice low. “This is hers. All of it.”

Jungkook’s hand finds yours where it rests on your thigh. “It doesn’t feel real.”

You squeeze his fingers. “It is.”

Without a word, he shifts off the rocking chair and onto his knees in front of you. His arms wrap around your waist, cheek pressing softly to the curve of your belly. And when he pulls back just enough, he kisses the bump, slow and tender—once, twice. Then again like he’s whispering a secret only your daughter is meant to hear.

“I can’t believe I’m having a girl,” he murmurs, still holding you close.

You stroke his hair gently. “I never saw you having a boy, to be honest.”

He looks up at you, smiling through something heavy and sweet in his chest. “Why not?”

“You’re too soft,” you tease, brushing a damp strand from his forehead. “Too gentle. You were meant to brush hair and paint nails and get bossed around by a tiny version of me.”

He snorts. “God help me.”

You laugh, and he leans into your stomach again like he wants to be even closer. Still hugging you, still quiet, like the world narrowed down to the three of you in this little room.

“She’s gonna wreck me, isn’t she?” he murmurs.

“Absolutely,” you reply, grinning down at him. “In the best way.”

The bunny is still nestled by the rocking chair. The nightlight hums. You both sit in the middle of a room built on dreams you didn’t know you had until this year.

And in the quiet, you both feel it: You’re already becoming the kind of parents you swore you would be.

[pretty-circa006]

Roses 🥀

Toji Fushiguro x F! Reader

summary You're mad, Toji buys you roses, everything's fine. Rinse and repeat tags toxic relationship, arguments, manipulation, infidelity (depending on whose side you're on), angst, hurt/ comfort, intoxication, smut, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, slight degradation, choking, slight breeding kink note i've decided to dip my toe in another fandom, woah! i hope you guys like it 😼 this one shot is inspired by Roses, an unreleased lana del rey song featuring g eazy

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Toji hated it when you were upset with him. He and you could never talk things out like a normal, healthy couple would. Sure, you'd start to, but it always ended with you shouting through tears and Toji storming out and not coming back 'til who knows when. But he'd always come back with roses and everything would be fine. 

This time, Toji was unsure of what he did to upset you, but as soon as he stepped into your apartment, he could tell you were mad. It was dark, aside from the stove's nightlight, and there was a pillow and a thin blanket on the couch. You always did that when you didn't want him in the bedroom with you. Sometimes you'd even "forget" to leave him a pillow or blanket. He let out an exasperated sigh, not in the mood to do this right now. He made his way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, hoping to find something to eat since you didn't leave him out any food like you usually do– another telltale sign that you were pissed. It was empty, of course it was, he was a fool for expecting otherwise. He muttered curses under his breath as he grabbed one of your yogurt cups. Surely eating your food when you already pissed at him wasn't a good move, but he, too, was growing irritated. 

Toji peeled back the seal and grabbed a spoon and began eating the yogurt. Strawberry non-fat Greek yogurt, yuck. But he figured it was better than going to bed hungry. As he begrudgingly ate the thick yogurt, he mulled over what he possibly could've done to piss you off. He knew he didn't forget any important dates like your birthday or anniversary– the first time he did, you installed a latch lock on the door so he couldn't get into the apartment. Besides, the obnoxious calendar you kept on the refrigerator with all important dates circled in bright pink sharpie wouldn't allow him to forget anything anymore. He hasn't done any gambling for a while, so he knew you couldn't be pissed about that. Early on in the relationship, before he took you seriously, he had gambled away the check you had given him to him to give the landlord for rent and that led to the nastiest fight ever. Harsh words that couldn't be taken back were screamed, objects were thrown, doors were slammed, but he bought you a beautiful bouquet of roses and fucked you so good that you let him off easy. Since then, you haven't fully trusted him with your money and he didn't dare try shit like that again. 

All of this thinking that led to no answer made his head hurt, so he tossed the now empty yogurt cup into the trash and went to sleep. The couch was uncomfortable and too small for his large frame, and he knew the bedroom door was locked, so he took the loss and slept on the uncomfortable couch. 

... 

Toji was startled awake by the sounds of cabinets slamming. Mornings where you weren't pissed at him, you were usually careful not to make much noise if you woke before him, but he loses that privilege when you're upset. He's even sure you try to be loud on purpose. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up from the couch, his neck sore from the uncomfortable sleeping position he had to squeeze himself into. 

"Mornin', sunshine," he said sarcastically. 

You shot him a nasty glare from over your shoulder, but ignored him nonetheless. He sighed and rubbed a tired hand across his face. 

"The fuck did I do this time?" He asked, already irritated by your attitude. 

You slammed the cabinet you were rummaging through shut and turned to face him, rage burning in your face. 

"Fuck you, Fushiguro, you know what you did!" 

He cringed at your use of his last name. "Seriously, this is what we're doin' now?" 

A sound between a scoff and a laugh fell from your lips. "No! This is what you're doing. Playing dumb and fucking up my day before it even starts." 

Toji let out an exasperated sigh. "Baby, can't you just tell me why you're pissed so we can move on." 

You just ignored him and continued shuffling around the kitchen. You flung open the refrigerator and looked inside for a moment. 

"Where the fuck is my yogurt?! Ugh fuck this." You slammed the refrigerator shut, grabbed your purse, put on your heels and stormed out of the apartment, likely headed for work.  

... 

Toji was in between jobs at the moment, so he stayed behind at the empty apartment and tidied up a little, hoping that would please you at least a little bit. But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out what he did to upset you so much. He didn't gamble, he hasn't forgotten anything important, he didn't cheat on you, and you're not on your period. Fuck it, he thought, he'll just buy you the damn roses and get it over with. 

You took your car to work and he didn't have enough money for the bus fare and a bouquet of roses, so he walked to the nearest flower shop which ended up not being so near. But, he convinced himself that this would be worth it if it made things between you and him good again. He picked out and paid for the only bouquet he could afford at the moment– a cute little bouquet of pink roses– and headed back home.

 Toji sighed in relief when his key still worked and he was able to get inside. He found a vase and filled it with water before taking the flowers out of the plastic and adding them. Gravity made the flowers spread out around the vase that was a bit too large for the amount of flowers he bought, making it look sparse, but he did the best he could–at least he thought so. Maybe if you had food in the fridge, he'd have made dinner too, but you didn't, so this would have to do. 

...

It was almost ten o'clock at night by the time he heard the door slam open and shut. Five hours later than you usually got home for work. Four hours ago, Toji started to grow suspicious, but figured you were out buying groceries. Three hours ago, concern flooded his mind so he texted you, asking when you'd be home, but he got no response. Two hours ago, he called you multiple times only for you not to answer. An hour ago, anger started bubbling in his chest at the thought that you might be out fucking some other guy to get back at him. He was sure his suspicion was right when he saw the state you came home in. You were stumbling, unable to walk straight, your makeup was a mess, the first few buttons of your dress shirt were unbuttoned, and you reeked of alcohol. 

"Where the hell have you been?" he asked, barely able to contain his anger. 

"Why," you hiccuped, "whythefuckdoyoucare?" you slurred as you stumbled before collapsing onto the couch. 

"I'm over here worried sick about you and you're out getting shitfaced on a Wednesday night!" 

"You don't give a shit about me," you said before being reduced to sobs. "You never did!" 

"What the fuck're you talkin' 'bout?" he asked, genuinely confused. 

"S-stop playing dumb! I know you ch-cheated on me, you bastard!" you screamed as you clumsily swiped away your mascara tears. 

"No I didn't? What the hell're you on about, woman?" 

"Stop lying!" 

Toji was at a loss for words. He didn't even know what to say or how you even came to this conclusion. Hell, he could barely even think over the sound of you wailing.

"I...I went through your phone," you admitted shyly, which upset Toji all over again. 

"Why the fu–" 

"I didn't mean to," you slurred as you drunkenly tried to regain your composure. 

"I was...I was taking selfies on it and...and I saw a notification from instagram and..." Between sobs, you continued go explain how you accidentally tapped on it when you tried to swipe it away and it ended up taking you to his DMs with another woman. She was one of those gymfluencers who posted suggestive workout videos and pictures of her "progress." You ended up scrolling all the way up to the beginning of their conversation. Months ago, Toji had replied to one of her stories, complementing her body and things only got worse from there. She reciprocated his attraction and their conversation was filled with nudes and sexual messages. The messages from him stopped a little over a month ago, but hers kept coming for a few more days after until she eventually got the hint. But that day you saw a notification on his phone, she had sent him a picture of her ass and asked if he missed her. By the end of your story, you had slumped onto the floor, still crying your heart out. 

Things finally started to click in Toji's mind. 

"That was from when we were broken up! You put me through hell over some shit that happened months ago?" He yelled, causing you to flinch. 

"We were never broken up!" You shouted, tossing a pillow at his head. He effortlessly dodged it. 

"Yes we were! You kicked me out and didn't talk to me for a month," he argued. 

He was referring to the fight that led to that stupid event calendar you kept on the refrigerator. He had forgotten your two year anniversary. At that time, he was still working as an assassin, but you didn't know that– he never told you what he did for work and when you asked, he fed you some vague, bullshit non-answer. He was out all night and didn't come home til five the next morning. When he entered the apartment that morning, you were still dressed up in your date clothes, sitting on the couch, waiting for him, the dried stream of your mascara tears still on your face. But by then, your sadness had grown into rage. You screamed at him, called him names, and cried. He couldn't even defend himself because he knew he fucked up badly, so he just turned around and left, slamming the door aggressively behind him. When he came back, he couldn't get in and when he tried to text you that he couldn't get in, his messages didn't go through. He eventually realized he was blocked on everything and had no way to reach you. So he assumed this was you dumping him and just moved on; he didn’t consider that cheating. That was until you unblocked him and texted him to come over, so he did and brought a big bouquet of roses with him. The two of you made up and he took you out on a nice date that same night and things have been good since then. 

"That doesn't mean we broke up!" You sniveled. 

"What the fuck else could that have meant?" He shouted. 

More tears welled up in your eyes. You grabbed the TV remote and chucked it at your boyfriend, but ended up missing and knocking the vase of pink roses off the counter. They fell onto the kitchen tile, glass shattering and water spilling everywhere. 

"I hate you, Toji! What happened to the man you used to be?" You got up and hurried to your bedroom but Toji grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. His eyes were dark with anger and that almost made you afraid. 

"Don't say that. You don't fuckin' mean that." 

"Let go of me!" you shrieked as you tried to tug your arm out from his grip. He abruptly let you go, causing you to stumble. You glared daggers at him before slamming your bedroom door shut and locking it.

...

In the days that passed, the two of you cooled off from your most recent fight, but that didn't mean things were back to normal. You both somehow managed to avoid each other like the plague, despite the small size of your apartment. Toji slept on the couch at night and would step out to the balcony whenever you were in the kitchen. You barely left your bedroom unless it was to go to work, get something from the kitchen, or use the bathroom. Things were uncomfortably tense. You both hadn't spoken to each other since that argument, not even to apologize. But neither of you felt like you owed the other an apology. Ever night since that night, Toji could hear you softly crying yourself to sleep. Even though he was sure he didn't do anything wrong, he loved you and he hated this. He hated being the reason for your tears and unable to comfort you. He hated the walking on eggshells and treating each other like ghosts in the same home. He wanted things to go back to normal and knew exactly how to make that happen. 

...

When you came in from work, you almost didn't notice the rose petals scattered on the floor. You sighed to yourself and almost let a laugh slip out. What could Toji possibly be getting up to? You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever it is you may see. The rose petals led to your open bedroom door and on your bed was a giant bouquet of sparkly, red roses with baby's breath sprinkled throughout. It was beautiful and honestly the nicest thing Toji's ever gotten for you. Laying on what was usually his side of the bed was Toji, in nothing but grey sweatpants. Usually, that'd drive you crazy and you'd be on your knees in an instant, but at the moment, you just felt sad. 

"Toji, what is all this?" you asked weakly. 

"I want us to be good again, baby."

You peeled off your work blazer and hung it in the closet before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Thank you for the flowers, they're really nice..." They really were lovely and you were sure they weren't cheap. You didn't even want to know how he got the means to afford such a thing. 

"But what?" He asked, picking up that there was something you still wanted to say. 

"I'm still sad." 

"Why? You love this kinda shit." 

You sighed, an attempt to calm and avoid another nasty argument.

"I do...but you only do it when I'm mad at you." 

Toji opened his mouth to say something, but closed it when he saw the dejected look on your face. 

"I...I don't think you love me," your shaky voice confessed. 

"I'm madly in love with you. How could you fuckin' say that? Why else do you think I put up with all the crazy shit you do?!" 

You did your best to keep it together, but tears were ready cascading down your cheeks. 

"You forgot our two year anniversary then cheated on me!" 

When you put it that way, Toji could see why you reacted the way you did, but to him, that's not how it happened. 

"You locked me out of the apartment and blocked me on everything. I thought you were done with me." 

You just slumped over and cried into your hands, too defeated to fly into a fit of rage. Toji sat up and rubbed soothing circles on your back. 

"I...I didn't mean to! I was just a-angry." Toji pulled you into a hug and continued to soothe you as you cried into his bare chest. It felt good to be in his arms again after so long, even after everything he did. 

"Do you still hate me?" He asked. 

"What?" 

"The other night when we were arguing, you said you hated me." 

"I didn't mean it. I could never hate you!" 

"Then show me." 

You pressed a gentle kiss to his strong chest followed by more kisses until you reached his jawline. "I love you," you whispered in his ear before kissing his lips. His big hands held your hips as you kissed him. The kiss was sloppy and hungry– you hand't tasted your man in forever and were eager to indulge. Your tongue clumsily licked his bottom lip before sliding into his mouth. His hands slid down to squeeze your ass through your pencil skirt that was riding up your thighs. Your hands tangled into his silky black hair as he teasingly sucked on your tongue. You moaned into his mouth, wetness pooling in your panties. His hands moved from your ass to your shirt. His large fingers fiddled with some of your buttons before giving up and ripping the damn thing off you. He tossed it aside, along with your bra, before pulling away from the kiss to focus on your tits. He loved how warm, soft and heavy they felt in his hands as he roughly kneaded them. 

"Missed you so fuckin' much, babygirl," he groaned as you ground your clothed cunt over his hardening erection. 

“Yeah? Then you show me,” you teased, turning his own words back on him. 

Toji’s already lustful gaze darkened into something ravenous, maybe even primitive. His large hand grabbed your throat, not enough to choke you, but enough to make you lightheaded. 

“You don’t order me around, brat. Got that?” he growled. You nodded, pussy clenching over nothing. 

“Say it.” 

Toji has always been a dominant man. The way he carried himself was in such a way that commanded respect, but when he ordered you around in the bedroom, you saw a different side to him and you loved it. 

“G-got it,” you said, cheeks burning beneath his glare. 

“Good girl,” he praised before flipping you both over, his hand still around your throat. His large body loomed over you as he hungrily eyed your half naked body. You lovingly looked up at him with that look in your eyes that silently begged him to fuck you. He looped his fingers into the waistband of your tights and underwear and yanked them off in one go, tossing them somewhere to be forgotten. One of his large, warm hands slid up your thigh underneath your skirt. He slid his finger between your folds, feeling the wetness of your arousal. He smirked at you before seductively sucking your slick off his finger. 

“T-toji, please…” you whimpered. 

“Be patient.” 

Ironically, he didn’t think he could hold back much longer either. He slid your skirt further up your body, bunching it at your waist before eagerly diving between your things. He deeply inhaled your scent before letting out a groan. 

“This perfect cunt clearly missed me, too.” 

“Tooojiiii,” you whined, hands covering your face in embarrassment. He harshly bit the soft plush of your inner thigh. 

“Shh, let me enjoy my meal, woman.” His flattened tongue licked his way from your eager hole to your stiffened clit. He sucked on the nub causing your hips to buck up into his face. Fed up with your impatience, he gripped your hips on either side and held you down as he sloppily made out with your cunt. Your shaky thighs squeezed either side of his head as pleasured moans fell from your lips. He didn’t mind the fact that you were slightly suffocating him one bit, in fact, he’d be happy to go out this way. At least he’d get to die doing what he loved most– making you fall apart with his tongue. 

“Ah! ‘mgonnacum,” you whined as you felt your orgasm approaching. Toji pulled away and kneeled above you before you could finish. After the hell you put him through, he wasn’t gonna let you cum that easily. He ignored your bratty huffing and puffing and freed his dick from those slutty grey sweatpants. His hard cock, pale pink and leaking with pre cum, sprung up against his abs.

“You want it?” He asked as he lazily stroked himself. 

“Mhm!” You nodded.

“Then beg for it.”

Toji loved making you beg, especially after a big fight. Seeing you beneath him, begging for his cock was such a contrast from the woman that was screaming at him saying she hates him. 

“Please, Toji, I want your cock so bad. Just fuck me already, please? It’s been forever!” 

“That’s more like it,” he praised as he lined himself up with your dripping hole. He teasingly dragged the tip up and down your silky folds, watching as you impatiently writhed in place. 

Finally, you could feel his tip stretching you open. He slowly, agonizingly sheathed himself into your needy pussy. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you into a meting press.

“Ahh Toji!” you screamed as he thrusted into you. He filled you up so perfectly, and each thrust hit you in that spot that drove you crazy. He swore under his breath as he pounded you into the mattress.You squeezed him so tight, your pussy pulling him back in with each thrust. Your body knew him so well and took him in so good. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you with my cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

A stream nonsensical babbles fell from your lips. You were too cock drunk to make any sense right now, which only egged Toji on. 

“Shit, baby,” Toji grunted, his pace getting sloppy, “‘M ‘bouta stuff this cunt. Have you walkin’ ‘round full of my babies.” 

“Please, Toji!” 

You dragged your nails down his back as the pleasure from your oncoming orgasm overtook you.     Toji was getting close too, you could tell by the way his thrusts were losing rhythm and he devolved into a moaning, grunting mess. He normally lasted longer, but he hasn’t had you in so long. He missed the soft feel of your skin, the smell of your arousal, the wanton whines of your pleasure, the velvety, warm hug of your cunt around him. He missed you. He was addicted to you and all of your crazy. Your toes curled and vision went white as you came, Toji’s name on your tongue like a prayer. Toji collapsed against you as he spilled his seed into you. He rolled the two of you over, still keeping his softening cock inside of you. You rested against his bare, sweaty chest, listening to his heartbeat mellow out. He rested his head on top of yours as he stroked your back. 

“You promise you won’t talk to other girls ever again?”

“I’m all yours, baby.”  

This was usually how all your fights ended. No apology or accountability from either end after talking circles in conversations that lead to nowhere. But as long as he bought you roses, things were fine and you'd forgive him almost all the time. 

[sunnimals]

Funshine Bear as a Caregiver <3

Never a dull moment! Funshine loves to crack jokes and make you smile !!

Wakeup time is their favorite time !! Funshine always has your yummy breakfast ready and is always raring to go on a new adventure. They love when you get exited about your next playdates!

High-Energy! Always playing, joking, or telling stories.

They also love playing little pranks!! A true glitter fiend >:]

Funshine isn't the best at nap times. They always end up making it too exciting and riling you up too much to sleep! So for nap times, you can expect for Bedtime Bear to come and read your story

However, Funshine did let you keep a special star as a nightlight !! You get it to light up by squeezing it tight and making a happy wish for tomorrow :]

When Funshine dresses you, they tend to put you in yellows and bright colors. Even your pajamas have little sunshines on them!

When they take you out to play, they're always right there playing with you! Sometimes when you look up, they're just watching you with a little smile. When you ask what they're looking at, they always say, 'You just make my day!'

Funshine likes to call you Sunshine, Sunny, or Kiddo. They like to be called Opa or Mapa, or just their name!

[vixen-vibe]

Nicknames Will and Nico call each other

Will

Darling (with a heavy southern accent to make Nico blush)

Sweetheart (same southern accent)

I like the idea of him calling Nico bug short for lovebug or cuddle bug

Sunshine (for obvious reasons)

Honey or Hun (when he's trying to help him or calm him down)

Baby or babe (same as the last one)

Neeks

Shortie (just to annoy Nico)

Angel (because of his last name and the fact he seems like an angel)

Princess (when Nico get to princely ir he feels like teasing him)

And last but not least Doll because Nico reminds him of a doll a little creepy but pretty

I think he just likes to tease Nico but he uses a lot of pet names and just cheesey Names

Nicos turn

Amore (love)

Zucchero (italian for Sugar

Tesoro (Italian for treasure or sweet heart)

Babe

Bambola ( italian for Doll)

Miele (Italian for honey)

Nightlight

Carebear

Sunshine

Nicos pet names are more Italian and less cheesey but still super sweet except when he wants to get on wills nerves he'll call him the last few

[idrawfunkythings]

DCAtober Day 20: Trapped

Words: 2,000+ Summary: The daycare is on fire, and you don't know where the attendant is

The daycare is already being consumed by the fire when you get there.

You’d held out some semblance of hope that maybe it would have been protected by the many doors between it and the basement. That since it was basically a fortress, it would stay unharmed, at least long enough for you to run in, grab Sun, and run out.

Instead, you’re greeted with a roaring fire, already eating away at the netting around the soft play area. The stars that Moon had hung from the roof in party room hallway have dropped onto the charred carpet, piles of star shaped ash blocked by the rapidly approaching flames. One of the jungle gyms, the one furthest from you, has already been crushed by one the beams holding the nets up from the roof.

“Sun!” You shout. “Where are you?”

There is no response.

Going down the steps and through the door was a bust. If you had to guess, you’d say the fire had breached the daycare through the door in Kids Cove, the only part connected to the atrium. Luckily, the slide was still intact. You just had to hope it would remain that way long enough for you to get in and out again.

The lights flicker, and then go out, leaving you with no light but the torch at your belt, and, well, the fire. It must have eaten away at the power switches below, cutting off any power that would have been diverted to the daycare.

You grab your flashlight and switch it on, sweeping the beam around to regain your bearings. The slide remains unscathed, the bright letters beckoning you to slide into fun.

You’d seen this slide so many times before. Never like this.

Before you can second guess yourself, you jump down the yellow tunnel and land on your feet in the ballpit, scrambling out as part of the metal grid on the ceiling crashes down at the other end, where the castles are, and allow the flames to creep into the “river”.

Some parts of the soft play area have been set alight as the fire finished with the netting, and has jumped onto the plush matted floor. The security desk is already a husk, with frayed wires sparking dangerously bright, still active thanks to the generator below the desk.

You couldn’t focus on that right now. “Sun!” you yell, your hands cupped around your mouth. “Moon! Are either of you here?”

There’s no response yet again. Another part of the roof drops, thankfully near the party rooms and not down where you are. “SUN!”

It’s hard to hear anything over the crackling of the fire, but you swear that just for a moment you hear a quiet groan coming from the collapsed play structure. Parts of it are covered in orange flames, but one corner remains intact, one with a yellow tube the kids liked to hide in for hide and seek.

You sprint over, doing your best to ignore the fact the other outer structure is creaking and moaning as the supports start to dribble onto the ground. You reach the tube as it crashes to the ground, the reverberation making you trip and fall over one of the round tubs that Sun liked to stack.

The other tubes have been knocked over, which does not help your state at all, because it meant Sun hadn’t stacked it up before you came.

You stumble over to the structure, scouring it desperately, and would breathe a sigh of relief when you catch sight of Moon’s hat on the floor if not for the fact that he’s pinned to said floor with a metal beam.

The beam is resting across his chest, crushing one arm below it while the other lies lifeless beside him. He’s scrabbling with his legs, trying to slip out from below it, but finding no purchase. Despite their immense strength, he’s unable to lift it.

“Moon!” you begin to pull the play structure away, thanking the lord that corporate was cheap enough to build it with metal poles light enough for you to chuck them away without too much effort. He looks up at you, red pupils finding yours.

“It’s past your bedtime,” he cackles, glitching halfway through the sentence and spasming.

“Shut up,” you command, continuing with your excavation job until you have enough space to focus on how you’re gonna get the beam off of Moon.

“Rulebreaker.”

“Is that seriously your biggest concern right now?” Something crashes behind you. You don’t look to see what.

Moon, despite whatever the hell is wrong with him, seems to acknowledge you’re right, and shuts up.

You grunt as you push against the beam, straining under the weight, but it barely moves an inch. You kick it in frustration, swearing and hopping on one foot after feeling the effect on your toes.

Moon follows you with his eyes. “What?” you say aggressively, returning to your attempt to get the beam off.

“Go.”

“No.” You continue your efforts.

“Go, now.” Moon looks at the fire that is much closer to you than it was before. Despite the mats in the daycare being coated in fire resistant covers, they can’t hold out forever. “Not safe in here.”

“What about you two, dumbass?” You use the floor as leverage to press your back against the beam, groaning with effort.

“Go.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“You will die.” The fire is getting closer. It’s lighting up Moon’s face.

“So will you.”

“Not like you will.” Moon fixes his gaze on you. “You will die in agony.”

“Can you shut up and help me get this beam off?”

“Can’t.” You look at his lifeless arm. “Connection severed.” Your back is starting to sweat.

“What if I restore it?”

“Takes too long. Go.” Part of the ceiling collapses to your left.

“No.” You switch positions so your on his other side, sorting through the ripped wires and sockets poking out of his shoulder joint. It’s getting too bright for your comfort. The smoke is beginning to make you cough.

“Pointless. Leave us.”

“I’m not.” You say through gritted teeth as you begin to twist wires together. “Leaving you.” You cough, choking on the embers. Your face is getting hot. The metal is starting to warm to your touch. You can hear Moon’s fans despite the noise of the fire, attempting to cool his body down.

“Stupid.”

You ignore him, plugging rubber coated wires back into his shoulder joints, and using the tape that’s patching up the play mats to hold it in place. Once again, thank god for Fazbear being cheap. If they had fixed the mats while the daycare was out of order, you’d be screwed.

Moon’s finger twitches. Your brow beads with sweat. You tape up a few bare wires, knowing they won’t hold for long, but what other option do you have. His pinky moves. His elbow bends and unbends. Your skin is getting uncomfortably hot.

There’s still a few wires without partners, but the press of your palm to the metal beam tells you there’s not enough time to figure out where they go. You jam Moon’s arm into the socket and lock it in place, securing it with the last of the shitty tape.

“Moon-”

It’s not Moon anymore. It’s Sun. The fire is so close that it’s not dark enough for Moon to stay out anymore, which may have made the situation worse, because now you’re going to have to find a way to get them out and calm him down at the same time.

“Oh, my goodness!” Sun cries, wriggling as he takes stock of the situation. “We really are stuck? I thought… But… oh Moony!”

“Sun!” You have to yell for him to hear you, but the effect is instant. He locks onto you like you’re a raft, and he’s a drowning man, which you guess is the right reaction in this moment.

“Please! Please get us out! Please, friend!”

“I know, I know, Sunny.” You point to his shittily repaired arm. “I need you to help me get this off.”

“Yes! Yes, I can do that.” Sun tests the arm out, using some of the precious time you have quickly ticking away to get it to operate under his control. The heat has gone from uncomfortable to unbearable, making your skin ache and sting.

“I’m going to lift it now,” you say, reminding him that, hey, you really have to go like right now. Sun nods firmly and begins to lift the beam, while you do your best to help.

The arm strains, and you swear you can hear a wire or two rip again (because Sun falters slightly when that happens). More parts of the roof begin to rain around you, falling on the fire and biding you precious time as the flames have to consume the metal to continue to advance.

Somehow, you’ve both managed to lift the beam enough for Sun’s other arm to slip out and be freed. It’s definitely seen better days, but the wiring isn’t exposed, and he can move it somewhat well, so he enlists it to aid you in the mission. Part of the outer casing is slightly melted, as is one side of his faceplate, but it’s working. Your hair is singing, and his rays are retracted into his head to stop them from being set alight as fire dances dangerously close.

With the extra strength, Sun grunts and shoves it off of his body, letting it clang onto the ground. You pull him up instantly, jumping away from the flames and retreating to the center of the daycare.

Okay. Okay, one step in your absolutely shit plan was done. What now?

Sun is staring wide eyed at the daycare. There is no resemblance between this room and what it once was. The playplaces are collapsed, the walls and party rooms and blackened with ash and scorched, and the netting has come crashing down like a spider web of fire.

“Friend,” he says softly, and you have to strain to hear it over the roaring and your thoughts. “Why are you here?”

“For you,” you respond, searching for any escape you could take. He places a shaking hand on your shoulder.

“You could die,” he gets out, horror evident on his face as he realises what situation you’ve put yourself in.

“Is there still a tunnel in the theatre?”

“Friend!” Sun grabs your arms with two hands, squeezing you much harder than a robot with two barely functioning arms should be able to. “You have put yourself in direct danger! You may die! You shouldn’t have come here!”

“You two were in here!” You shoot back angrily, still looking around the playmats of you. “I wasn’t going to leave you!”

“We’re robots. We won’t respond the same as you do to fire.”

“You’d have died, Sun!” You shout, finally looking at him. “Stop saying ‘robots’ like your life means less than mine! I wasn’t going to leave the two of you to become melted endos!”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED OUTSIDE!”

“I’m not dealing with this right now!” You counter, pointing to a gap in the flames where they’ve burnt themselves out. “Look! We have to get to the theatre.”

Sun is standing in the middle of the daycare, wide white eyes staring blankly out into space. He seems to be at a lost. “I… I can’t find my fire protocols.”

“What?”

“The fire protocols. They have the escape routes listed. I can’t…”

“Then we’ll figure it out!” You grab his arm. “Come on, Sun, we have to go!”

He looks around him again, an utterly hopeless expression on his face. “I don’t…”

“Sun!”

He takes your hand and leads the way through the fire, walking like he’s in a daze. His pants catch alight at one point, and you have to smack it out with a charred piece of playmat. He doesn’t say anything as you fight through the fire, and maybe later, you’d wonder why.

For now, the daycare is on fire, and you still need to find a way out.

[sol-tryz]

Someone seems weirdly happy to take the night shift today –⭐

(Nightlight) (Glow-in-the-dark boyfriend) (Sunshine)

Among many other names from his dearly beloved. Night shift means (mostly) peace and quiet. But don't worry, he's not alone.

[skele-bunny]

Do you y'all ever think about Phantom...

Phantom who crawls into Aether and Dewdrop's bed because it's one of the main places he feels safe, tucked between their warmth and knowing both sides of him are protected. Who pushes his face into Dew's neck and lightly bites down, just to grip, because it's one of his comfort motions. How he prefers to have his back to Aether's chest as he's always been the "shield."

Phantom who at first hid behind Swiss while everything was still so new, trusting the multi with everything and not once did Swiss ever make him feel unsafe. Helping him guide through basic things like how to put on clothes, how to bathe, how to take care of his teeth and horns. Who at the time was the only one Phantom communicated with until he felt comfortable attempting with the others.

Phantom who had such a big language barrier with Rain as he didn't know sign language, but they always got along well despite never speaking for the first few months. If Swiss or Dewther wasn't around, he'd go straight to Rain as he always had the vibe of motherhood and protection, linking their tails together. How Rain would be the one to coax him out from under tables and beds, by simply crouching down and offering his hand.

Phantom who had such issues eating unless Cumulus was there, walking him through each step. Softly pointing at what next he should bite on his plate, and holding his hands when he would shake from the fear. Always praising him and holding him as he'd end up crying against her shoulder from just how scary it all was. She never forced or rushed him, and always helped him get over his fear of eating.

Phantom who constantly seeked out Aurora as his summoning-mate just to hold and figure out this new world together. Who was the only one who could understand his speech patterns and low vocabulary the best, and whisper back and forth about the new things they learned or tried. How if they didn't feel safe for some reason, they'd instantly go under Rory's bed and be found curled up together in the farthest corner asleep.

Phantom who had Cirrus and Mountain help him learn to read and write as he never had that ability. Cirrus helping him to write in ghoulish first, always so patient and gentle with him as she would help him trace out the letters and had a multitude of handmade workbooks just for him as there was never any "kit workbooks" for ghoulish. Mountain who'd always take Phantom outside and show not only specific things but also with a book to help him sound out and learn. How he'd hold his finger under the word and help Phantom learn what letters make what together and always being so proud when he got it right.

Phantom who'd go to Sunshine as she could be a human nightlight from how much she glowed, even during the night. When she'd run her fingers through his hair and help him calm down from whatever nightmare he experienced or easing any fear. How there was no shadows in her room to make him get scared again. How she was the one to introduce him to hot chocolate during bad nights and the warmth always calmed down his mind so he could snuggle against her chest again.

Just.... Phantom learning safety and comfort with his new pack. (This is a queued post don't kill me.)

[lightlycareless]

warnings: fluff. naoya and you have a lovable, baby girl named naomi.

I like to imagine how small, everyday domestic things happen between Naomi, Naoya, and you.

The one I kept thinking about as of recently is Naomi and how she would most likely (just like any other kid her age) be afraid of the dark.

This evidently happens right after she begins to see curses, be aware of them and the world she’s now a part of. It’s uneventful most of the time thanks to the protective talismans around the estate and her parent’s guidance, slowly but surely, she seems to grow accustomed to them.

But after a particularly scary encounter this soon changes, leading her to tightly grip ger blanket and plushie as you tuck her to bed, fretful of the moment you leave the room.

“…Mama…” Naomi would whine. Her soft voice, alongside her puppy eyes, made it impossible to ignore her.

“What’s wrong, dumpling?” you worry, leaning back down again to her level to gently place your palm on her forehead. “Do you not feel well?”

“N—no, it’s not that…” she shakes her head.

“Then what is it, pumpkin?” As if it weren’t extremely preoccupying enough to see your little ray of sunshine acting so distraught… the last thing anyone needed was for her to be ailed by something even worse. “You know you can trust me with anything, honey. Mama is always here to help you.”

After a brief moment of silence… she confesses.

“I’m scared of the dark, mama. I can’t go to sleep!”

“Oh, why is that? What happened?” you ask. At least it wasn’t anything grave. For you, that is.

“N—nothing, but…” She whimpers, clutching to her blanket even tighter. “But—but what if a curse appears from the dark?! I don’t want that to happen, mama…”

“And it won’t. The estate is filled with talismans to protect you in case one managed to slip through our noses” You try to reassure her, help her rationalize that such thing was virtually impossible to occur—and even if it did, they’d be quickly surrounded by more than capable sorcerers.

But to her small, innocent mind, such explanations were redundant. Had to real purpose when battling her fear, for they’d somehow always manage to outsmart you or her papa.

However, that didn’t mean you were running out of solutions. Thus, after a quick call with Naoya and sleeping together to keep her mind at ease, you come back with what soon became her beacon of hope—a little something that helped her regained a good night sleep.

“What are you doing, mama?” Naomi curiously asks, trying to peak over your shoulder and see what you were diligently working on by the electrical outlet.

“The answer to all of our problems, princess!” you cheer, turning around to see her. “Ah, ah—no peeking! Or you’ll ruin the surprise.”

Naomi giggles, placing her hands over her eyes to anxiously wait for the reveal.

“You can open them now!” you cheer, and without time to waste, your baby peels her hands away to gasp at the sight of her favorite character lightening up the corner of her room; dimly to not perturb her rest, yet strong enough to scare away any dangers lingering in the dark.

“Mama!” Naomi gasps, running to your side to get a closer look of the newest addition to her collection. “What is that?”

“It’s called a nightlight, little mochi. Something to help you sleep at night while warding off all curses!” After the right adjustments, of course. They don’t offer these types of services in retail stores.

“Really?!” Naomi adds. “…Will it really protect me?”

“Yes, I promise! However, I do have one other thing to ensure it works just as intended.” You smile, looking over to the door as it slides open, making your daughter quickly swirl into its direction and squeal upon seeing who stood just past it.

“Papa!! You’re home!” she cries, swift footsteps making their way to Naoya, followed by a tight, warm hug that immediately makes him crumble. It doesn’t take much for him to understand how much she had missed him, but if there was any doubt, her quiet sniffles erased all uncertainties.

“You don’t need to cry, pumpkin. I’m here now.” He says, gently wiping away her tears. Your heart tightens at the sight. “Someone told me you were having problems with the dark, and I, being the strong papa you can always rely on, couldn’t allow that to happen any longer!”

“Papa…” she murmurs, leaning into his touch. “What are you going to do??”

“Well, aside from your nightlight, how about we do that thing… what’s it called again, my love?” Naoya asks, feigning ignorance.

“A slumber party.” You reveal, and Naomi grins.

To do one of her favorite things… With her papa? And her mama?? Sign her up!

“But, before we do that, I want you to know something.” Naoya says, gently cupping her face alongside his suddenly serious tone, effectively pulling all of her attention. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you and your mother. I would go to great lengths, to the end of the world if necessary, just to keep you safe and happy.

In other words, long as I am around, even afterwards, harm shall never befall you. I will make sure of that.”

“Even from the monsters in the dark…?”

“Especially from the monsters in the dark.” He chuckles, kissing the top of her head. “Think they’re too strong for papa to handle?”

Naomi firmly shakes her head, giving him another smile alongside a sweet giggle that makes everyone’s heart soar.

“No, papa. Don’t be silly!”

Because if there’s one thing she’s absolutely sure, beyond Hello Kitty being the best, cutest cat in the whole wide world…

Is that her papa was the strongest.

And that he never lies.

[aphroditeinthesea]

hi!! Could you write hcs of Jason x Daughter of Apollo reader? I love your work :D

“ the sun and the storm ”

jason grace x daughter of apollo ⚡️

a/n i some reason feel like my grammar keeps not making sense in this also jason’s kinda ooc sorry

tw none

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ⛆ 𖤓ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ

- super cute okay?

- i feel like yall met while he was injured

- so generic ik but listen

- he had like sprained his ankle and you came in to help

- and he’s like “wow”

- audibly too

- so you’re like “what?”

- and he’s has to be like “nothing”

- he might start going to the infirmary a little too much after that

- of course your siblings catch on though

- he walks in there and immediately will’s yelling for you

- no hi, no hello, just “Y/N!”

- of course you like him too

- (other wise i wouldn’t be writing this)

- so at some point you’re leading a campfire song

- and so you sing this cutesy little love song

- and ur looking at jason the whole time

- and bless his heart, he does not

- but you don’t realize he doesn’t realize

- so you think he’s just rejecting you :(

- and so you’re hanging out with him, nico, and your brother

- but they both are getting a headache listening to the two of you

- so will interjects like “that was a great song you sang last night, y/n. right, jason?”

- he’s like love-struck being like “it was amazing”

- ofc ur like :(

- but you finally realize that you’re gonna have to actually tell him

- and like any normal person would

- the next time he’s in the infirmary you send him off with a doctor’s note

- the note read “jason grace of cabin 1 has been discharged from the camp half blood infirmary

- doctor’s signature

- patient signature

- please return if: u maybe wanna be my boyfriend?”

- he read the note like 10 times

- but once he was sure he bolted to the cabin

- nickname him the bolter iykwim

- he said yes obvi

- cutie patootie

- once yall are dating, you two are attached at the hip

- make room at the apollo table for this man

- yk like the doctor card will pulled

- you had to do the same thing

- “jason has to sit with us for his well being���

- hc chiron kinda just lets the seven do whatever they want

- so he doesn’t really care

- oh your dad loves him

- when he found out, this man

- god?

- being?

- whatever, he was GLEAMING

- planning your wedding, your future kids’ names

- and you and jason are just sitting there like

- 🧍‍♀️🧍🏼‍♂️

- SKY DATES

- i feel like everyone says this

- him flying the two of you way above camp

- and yall just laying up there

- sometimes bringing snacks

- or books

- or just 😙😙

- and yk how the zeus cabin is all like spooky?

- sometimes you stay over and become jason’s personal nightlight

- awwwwwwwww

- that’s also excused by doctor’s orders

- SUNSHINE GF X STORM BF

- omg i just realized this

- you’re literally sunshine in form of a person

- AND HE’S A STORM

- AHHH

- i have to name this the sun and the storm im sorry

- there’s already been a millon solangelo references