lunashewolf117

[lunashewolf117]

Imagine a crossover within the famous significant other LADS au. ft. Sylus' significant other perspective.

Imagine the vlog begins with a smooth pan across a sunny café terrace somewhere nestled between a rooftop garden and a street so picturesque it might as well be fictional. Birds chirp faintly. Wind brushes past hanging plants. The soft clatter of forks and low music add a cozy urban symphony.

Imagine the camera turns back to you, sunglasses perched on your nose, breeze teasing the strands of your hair, and Sylus casually leaning against the chair beside you like he owns the place and the air itself owes him rent.

"Okay, okay." You grin at the camera, your voice light and warm. "Today's vlog is a little different. You've already met Sylus before-" You tilt the camera just in time to catch him raising an eyebrow, his sunglasses flashing like he’s ready to interrogate the sun itself.

"... Yes, the man, the myth, the bouquet-wielding chaos. But today… we're hanging out with two of my closest friends. And more importantly… Their boyfriends." Sylus side eyes you with quiet suspicion. "Should I be concerned?" "Deeply."

Imagine the video then cuts into a wide shot of Zayne Li and his partner walking up the steps toward the table. Zayne's in a crisp black button down tucked into tailored slacks, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, loafers somehow spotless despite the city. He carries a cup of tea. His partner, your dearest celebrity friend, is laughing, phone already lifted for their own segment.

Imagine the way you whispered to the camera, giddy. "He doesn't know yet." Because the twist? Every single boyfriend is wearing the exact same outfit.

Imagine they were all wearing a black button down. Rolled sleeves. Slim black pants. Identical loafers. The kind of ensemble hot people in dramas wear when walking in slow motion. The three of you, your little trio of deviant lovers, had pulled it off flawlessly.

Imagine the way Zayne sits and look around before he freezes. "I thought this was a brunch, not a uniform meeting." "Babe." Your celebrity friend chimes in, clearly biting back a grin. "You look great." "I look identical to-"

Imagine, just in time Caleb Xia arrived, stepping onto the terrace, all in confidence and cat hair, his dark jacket slung over one arm. He spots Zayne. Spots Sylus. Spots you, the camera. Then stops dead.

Imagine, his partner, your dearest streamer friend was barely keeping it together. They're wheezing. "You've got to be kidding me." Caleb mutters. You pan the camera down. He's wearing the same outfit. Exact same shirt. Same pants. Same smug silhouette.

"This." Caleb says as his eyes narrowed at his partner. "Was sabotage." Your streamer friend shrugs between giggles. "I just said wear black. You picked that yourself." Sylus clinks his glass. "Matching uniforms. Love that for us."

Imagine the way laughter fills the frame. Then the vlog cuts to quick, chaotic snippets. The three boyfriends sitting side by side, looking various degrees of amused and betrayed.

Imagine Zayne was quietly unbuttoning one extra button to look different. Caleb grumbling. "You don't even shop where I shop." To Sylus. Sylus smirking. "Maybe I own the place." Your celebrity friend whispering. "This is peak multiverse behavior." To you while still filming.

Imagine there was another cut. As the waiter brings the bill. Caleb reaches. "I got it." "No, you don't." Sylus says calmly sliding his card forward. Zayne while sipping tea with surgical precision. "We could always split." "Absolutely not." Caleb and Sylus say in sync. Laughter explodes again. The three of you lean back in your chairs, victorious.

Imagine then cut to mock interview style confessionals. You were shown. "I thought Sylus would lose it, but he's thriving. It's actually terrifying." Then comes next was your streamer friend. "Would do this again. Next time? Matching hoodies. No warning." Then it looked like they remembered something. "We'll also make sure to bring the other two as well." Lastly, your celebrity friend. "I just want to know who wore it best. Don't lie to me. It was Zayne, wasn't it?"

Imagine there was another snippet. It was the bookstore trip. Zayne while eyeing a medical novel says. "This is completely inaccurate." Caleb while flipping through a history book. "This would never work in the field." And Sylus whole holding a fashion magazine. "They really printed this haircut?"

Imagine, somewhere between gelato, items and bag shopping, the competitive draw back. They hand each other drinks without comment. Caleb brushes a smudge off Zayne's sleeve. Sylus opens a door for them both with a lazy. "After you, gentlemen."

Imagine as the golden hour spills over the rooftop bar as the last part of the vlog settles into softness. The camera catches a quiet moment.

Imagine Caleb and his streamer laughing as they share fries. Zayne letting his partner wear his scarf while they scroll through photos. Sylus seated beside you, one hand lazily draped behind your back, sunglasses pushed into his hair, gaze content.

Imagine you glance over Sylus. "Be honest. Are you mad I tricked you into wearing the same thing as them?" He pauses, eyes drifting over to Caleb and Zayne was now in deep debate about aircraft versus triage protocols. Then, quietly, warmly, he smirks. "Darling, I would've worn matching bunny ears if I knew it'd make you laugh like that."

Imagine the way you blink. Smiling slowly. "Really? Even if I made you wear a shirt that said 'Property of my vlogger partner'?" "Only if I get to pick the font." He murmurs.

Imagine the way both of you laugh. His hand finds yours. And then just before the footage fades out he leans in, presses a soft kiss to your temple and smiles against your skin.

Imagine the last last image was a still figure of the three couples. You tucked under Sylus's arm. Caleb rolling his eyes fondly at his giggling partner. And Zayne softly brushing a crumb off his lover's cheek.

Imagine there was an overlaid in cursive. To being real. To being ours. To the men who showed up. Even in the same shirt.

Top Comments Section

1sht1kll: HOW ARE ALL THREE BOYFRIENDS HOT. HOW.

Ladsslave: this isn't a vlog it's a boyfriend multiverse

Abcdeffg: sylus CALMLY offering violence. caleb flexing rank. zayne sipping tea like he knows the ending. i love this trio.

2days3days: the way sylus FEEDS THEM ICE CREAM LIKE A MOB BOSS

Ztrope: petition to force them into a calendar shoot. matching outfits. again.

clote4: I hate to admit it but this was adorable. I'm smiling. I'm actually smiling.

dmnlf: zayne holding tea like a weapon, caleb holding the receipt like it insulted him, sylus holding the power of god and money

1233kill: I love that they tried to argue but ended up being soft boyfriends anyway 😭😭😭

Ladsslave: the couples… the chaos… the subtle love flexes. i'm unwell.

Ztrope: best. vlog. ever. part 2 WHEN?? Also, other 2???? WHO?!

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

[lunashewolf117]

Imagine being Zayne's celebrity significant other. 

Imagine you had not planned to go live tonight.

but Imagine the apartment felt too quiet and you were too wired to sleep. You had just finished your last taping for the week, removed your makeup with the same lazy precision of someone who has done it a hundred times, and decided why not talk to your followers while you wind down?

Imagine you started a social media live. Nothing glamorous. Just you in an old tank top and a messy bun, legs crossed on the floor by the vanity. You told them you'd be doing your nighttime skincare routine. They flooded in anyway, laughing and teasing and asking questions in the chat.

Imagine you greeted the regulars.

Abcdeffg: you always go live when you're home alone huh 😭

Ladsslave: not you going bare faced and still looking better than my whole lineage

2days3days: did ur man vanish again 😭

Ztrope: 👀👀👀

1sht1kll: why do i feel like we're about to witness a reveal again

Ladsslave: not again. please god. i can't take another one

Imagine the way you roll your eyes at that last one, some weird trend seemed to be going on nowadays. "My boyfriend is not invisible. He's just... Difficult to catch." You said, rubbing toner into your skin. "He works late a lot, and no, he's not secretly a K-pop idol. Or a cult leader. Please stop guessing that."

Imagine the way your chat exploded with emotes and half serious conspiracy theories. You ignored the usual hate.

clote4: they're pretending again like her boyfriend ain't fake lol

1233kill: imagine hiding your man bc he's ugly 😭😭

dmnlf: must be embarrassing dating someone irrelevant

Imagine the way you smiled, unbothered. It's been like this for years. The world knew you were dating someone outside of showbiz and the tabloids hated that you refused to show his face. Photos of his back, his arm, the edge of his shoe. Your game of hide and seek had become a media circus. You'd gotten good at dodging paparazzi and cropping images. It was kind of fun, in a feral little way.

but Imagine the truth. You kept him hidden because the world was vicious and Zayne didn't ask for any of this. He was your soft place. Your safety. He saved lives not likes.

Imagine you eventually stood up, phone still propped on the table and stretched. "Alright, I'm gonna rinse, don't leave." You told the chat, before padding barefoot into the bathroom.

Imagine the chat continued to scroll rapidly without you. And then without any commotion, Zayne walked into frame. Just like that.

Imagine the way he entered the apartment silently. Still in his white coat and fitted dark scrubs with the sleeves slightly pushed up. His stethoscope was slung lazily around his neck. He looked exhausted but good. The kind of good that came from existing in someone else's home, not trying to impress anyone.

Imagine he did not see the phone on the table. Did not notice the stream.

Imagine he just tugged off his watch with one hand and move through the living room like muscle memory, his movements gentle. Shoes off. White coat on the hook. A soft sigh as he set down a grocery bag. Milk, tea, sweets and oranges. He then ran a hand through his hair, leaned against the counter and blinked slowly like he was still halfway out the door in his mind.

Imagine the way the chat lost their collective mind.

Ztrope: WAIT WHO IS THAT

Ladsslave: NO FUCKING WAY THAT'S HIM

Abcdeffg: the SCRUBS??? THE STETH??

2days3days: why does he look like he's in a medical kdrama rn STOP

clote4: oh.

dmnlf: suddenly i understand why they gatekept

1sht1kll: .... is this some kind of multiverse of malewife reveals? I fear we're stuck here

Imagine the way he scratched the back of his neck, yawning. Then habitually, absentmindedly he walked over the table and picked up the little ceramic dish where your rings lived when you weren't wearing them. He turned one between his fingers then set it back down. A small fond smile tugged at his mouth. Still unaware.

Imagine it wasn't until he turned toward the bathroom where a sound was coming from that he finally caught it. The soft red glow of the live indicator on your phone. His body paused, mid turn. He squinted over his glasses. Tilted his head. Registered the fact that the lens was pointed directly at him.

and Imagine it was on real time, three hundred thousand viewers witnessed the exact moment your very private boyfriend realized he was in a very publicly live.

Imagine the way his eyes widened a fraction. He blinked. Everyone could see the mental processing of denial, confusion, dread, betrayal then acceptance in that exact order.

Imagine he then did something so incredibly Zayne. He froze, then quietly backed out of frame like a ghost who had accidentally walked into the wrong haunting. The chat absolutely erupted.

Ztrope: SIR YOU ARE ALREADY CAUGHT COME BACK

Ladsslave: HE JUST MOONWALKED OUT OF THE STREAM I'M CRYING

Abcdeffg: NOT THE REVERSE STEP OF SHAME 😭😭😭

2days3days: NAHHHH BRING HIM BACK RN

clote4: actually he's fine nvm

Imagine the way you reentered the frame a moment later, patting your face dry with a towel, completely unaware of the war zone your comment section had become. "Okay, next is-" You froze.

Imagine because right  now on top of the table, your phone was slightly tilted. And you could see him. Just behind you, in the hallway mirror's reflection, Zayne. Halfway hidden behind the kitchen wall, arms crossed and blinking at you like a cat who had fallen off the counter and wanted to pretend he meant to do that.

"...Were you live this whole time?" He asked, voice soft but incredulous. You turned slowly. "Zay..." He raised an eyebrow. "Tell me I didn't just soft launch myself."

Imagine there was a pause. One breath. Then another. Then you start to panic. A soft, fast, whispering as you scramble toward the camera. "Oh god- the live! I was still live, it's on-"

Imagine the way Zayne hand catches yours as you walk over to the camera. His hand still cold from outside. Cold but steady and even a little warm. You look up at him and he smiles, quiet, tired, but fond. "Hey." He says as if you're the only one in the world. "It's okay."

Imagine then he turns to the phone. To the live audience. His voice is calm, but you can feel the tension in his fingers wrapped with yours. "I'm Zayne." He says, expression unreadable except for the slight quirk at the corner of his mouth "Their boyfriend. Yes, I'm real."

Imagine the way he says it so simply, so dry. The chat goes feral. The chat screamed.

1sht1kll: DEJA VU DEJA VU DEJA VU

Ztrope: HARD LAUNCH. THIS WAS A HARD. LAUNCH.

2days3days: he said 'soft' launch while looking like a heart surgeon in a cologne ad pls

Ladsslave: nah girl you just gave us our new parasocial dad. thank you.

Imagine the way Zayne's thumb brushes your knuckle. You glance at him and he looks calm. But you know by the way that his hands felt cold that he's nervous. He's not used to this. So you hold his hand a little tighter. Lean your head on his shoulder.

Imagine then you turned to face the camera. "... So anyway. This is Zayne. Yes, he's real. Yes, he's my boyfriend. And no, you cannot have him." There was a pause "You guys always said he wasn't real." You murmur with a soft smile. "Well. Surprise."

Imagine beside you, Zayne gave the camera a tiny, exhausted wave, like someone greeting an alien spaceship for the first time.

"I brought oranges." He says like a whisper. "I turned down the extra hour." He added, voice gentle and sweet, just for you. "Thought maybe we could just stay in. Be boring. Watch something terrible. Fall asleep on the couch. Just like what you wanted?" The chat melted.

1sht1kll: THE PANIC IN THEIR EYES 😭😭😭

Abcdeffg: HE BROUGHT HER ORANGES. I’M SOBBING

Ladsslave: WE STAN DR. ORANGE

Ztrope: THE MAN. THE MYTH. THE FACE CARD NEVER DECLINED.

clote4: lol acting like this isn't staged

2days3days: MY PARASOCIAL HEART CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER REVEAL I SWEAR TO GOD

Imagine the way you reached over to end the stream. "Okay, I'm logging off before this turns into a cult." Zayne leaned over your shoulder, glancing at the screen just before it went black. "... Too late." He murmured. Then just before you press the end the live, you pause just long enough to say. "We're logging off now. I owe this man a couch nap and a bad movie."

Imagine that was the night your quiet, different to catch, saintly boyfriend accidentally got exposed to half the internet with nothing but a grocery bag, a tired smile, and the audacity of existing in your space like he belonged there. Because he did.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: ahhhh uni days is approaching might as well jdhsjjdhsh

[lunashewolf117]

Imagine being Rafayel's influencer significant other.

Imagine you and Rafayel had done a spectacular job hiding your relationship.

Imagine it was unbelievable given how easily the man trailed after you at home like a shadow with too much emotional attachment. But to the outside world? No photos. No tags. No reflection accidents.

Imagine he once ducked behind a underneath a table in a restaurant just to avoid getting caught in the background of your friend's instagram story.

Imagine he was good at vanishing. And you were good at playing dumb.

Imagine the internet only knew him as 'that painter guy' you talked about once in a while. Cryptically, half in sarcasm, half in love. A couple of your more hard core followers had pieced together some hints.

Imagine that was because you had soft launched a blurred sketch on your story that maybe matched one of his unreleased works. One follower swore they saw his elbow once in your pantry. Still. It wasn't enough. You never confirmed anything.

and Imagine you liked it that way. That tiny secret. That bubble where it was just you and Rafayel, baking at midnight and painting on the kitchen tiles, passing each other notes on napkins and pretending not to keep them in drawers.

Imagine that was until today. Until you, in your full chaotic glory, left your phone propped up in its usual place on the kitchen counter. Ring light on. Camera framed. TikTok live countdown loaded. And then you walked away. You forgot.

Imagine in your defense, you were mid spiral about an email from a brand that used comic sans in their outreach. You had intended to vent live, throw on a face mask and maybe roast their entire marketing department while eating a snack or something.

Imagine then Rafayel had to come out of the shower. And he smelled like ocean breeze and expensive silence. And then he handed you a cookie in a napkin shaped like a flower. So naturally, you got distracted.

and Imagine your phone, already on, waiting for you, began streaming. The screen showed an empty kitchen counter. Jazz humming from a Bluetooth speaker. The slight creak of the floorboards as someone walked down the hall. And then Rafayel entered the frame.

Imagine the sleep mussed curls. Damp hair clinging to his temple. A plain shirt you definitely stole as you could be seen wearing those in live but it seems like he never took back. Drawstring pajama pants riding low on his hips. Yet he still look like something you'd find in an art museum's forbidden lovers wing.

Imagine he wasn't trying to be hot. He was just... Existing.

Imagine he walked into the kitchen, barefoot and relaxed holding your favorite mug. The one shaped like a cat's face, ears and all. The one you bought out of spite of him. Steam curled lazily from the top. He took a sip of its content and made a soft little noise of satisfaction that definitely hit the mic. He then leaned over to pick something up. Your hair tie, which he slid around his wrist like it belonged there. The chat erupted.

Abcdefg: um. UM.

Ztrope: IS THAT? HELLO??? IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS??

2days3days: THAT LOOKS A LOT LIKE RAFAYEL. THE RAFAYEL.

Ladsslave: the painter?? the softboy with sarcasm and brushstrokes?? HIM???

1sht1kll: i'm gonna pass out i swear to god WHY IS THIS ALWAYS HAPPENING

1233kill: no way that's real 💀 clearly an actor or filter

dmnlf: you're probably doing this on purpose for clout lol

clote4: watch her claim it's her man when it’s literally just a guest artist or whatever

Imagine Rafayel set the mug down. Rubbed his eyes. Looked around like he was trying to remember why he came in here in the first place. Then his gaze landed on your phone, red light blinking softly on the front facing camera.

Imagine still unaware of what it meant, he picked it up. And the stream angle shifted. The moment the camera turned, full and direct into his face, it was over. Full face. Full frame. Full boyfriend reveal.

"Darling?" Rafayel blinked as he called gently. "Is your phone... Doing something?" And far down the hall you replied. "Yeah, can you bring it here?"

Imagine he walked toward you. Phone in hand, now capturing everything. His sleepy eyes, your cardican slung on his shoulders that he picked it up along the way. The way he absent mindedly play with your hair tie in his wrist along the way.

Imagine he reached the bathroom doorway and handed the phone to you just as you turned around. You looked at it. You looked at him. Then at the blinking light. Then back at the screen. Silence. Horrified, unified silence.

Imagine the way your eyes widened. His did too. And then both of you broke. You started laughing so hard you had to clutch the edge of the sink, phone still in hand. Rafayel leaned against the doorframe, face flushed but grinning, one hand covering his mouth like he couldn't believe what just happened.

"Oh my god." You wheezed. "Did we just?" "I think we... Yes." Rafayel exhaled, still laughing. "We accidentally hard launched on TikTok Live."

Imagine the chat had completely melted down.

Abcdefg: I'M LOSING IT THEY JUST LAUGHED. THEY KNOW.

Ztrope: HE'S REAL. HE'S DOMESTIC. HE'S IN A CARDIGAN. I CAN'T BREATHE.

2days3days: THIS IS GIVING CHEF-CHILI-PANCAKE, COLONELAPPLE-ON-STREAM, FRUIT-VENDOR-WITH-ROSES, DR-ORANGE ENERGY

Ladsslave: is this the same multiverse again?? did we just unlock the artist boyfriend variant

1sht1kll: bro didn't even mean to do it. they're just out here LIVING THEIR LIFE TOGETHER

1233kill: okay but he's fine tho

dmnlf: i take back 2 of my 4 comments

clote4: they… you really pulled a painter. no way.

Imagine by the time you finally managed to steady your breathing, turning to Rafayel with mock betrayal. "We were doing so well." He nodded solemnly. "I was so careful. I even painted you anonymously." "You titled one of them 'Muse in Moonlight.'" "Still vague." He defended.

Imagine you looked down at the phone still streaming. "So… do we stop it? Or ride the wave?" Rafayel smiled, soft and warm and totally at ease. "We've been talking about it for months. Maybe the universe decided for us."

Imagine the way you stared at him. "This is not how I thought we'd go public." He leaned in, kissed your cheek on-camera. "It's also very us, though." Chat lost their minds. Again.

Ztrope: HE KISSED EM. I'M GONE.

Abcdefg: he's so soft to them. They're still chaotic. It makes SENSE NOW.

2days3days: this is my favorite version of love. painter x unfiltered influencer. peak content.

Imagine you reached for the screen, finally ending the stream with a stunned, breathless laugh. Then you looked at Rafayel and said. "So... Should we post the cat mug photo too?" Even though he frowned at the thought. He still wrapped his arms around you. "Sure. Let's give them the full gallery." You smile in his arms.

Imagine just like that, with a blink, a mug and your boyfriend's face lit by accidental live lighting, the two of you became the internet's new obsession. And for once... It felt kind of nice.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: to all my fellow kababayan out there, I hope you're all doing well, sending lots of love and wishing ya'll safety and warmth 💜

[lunashewolf117]

Imagine being Caleb's streamer significant other. part2

Imagine you were supposed to stream tonight.

Imagine it was your regular Thursday stream. The one your chat renamed "Digital Mayhem with You and Your Questionable Decision Making." Your setup was locked and loaded. OBS organized, webcam angled just right, and the stream deck blinking with the same energy as your soul after three ranked matches and two energy drinks.

Imagine you had even warmed up with practice rounds earlier that day. But then bam. You got body slammed by a virus that hit like an emotional support truck.

Imagine and now, your throat hurt. Your head ached. Your energy levels were somewhere between dying phone battery and Windows XP in safe mode. You were a mess. And unfortunately, so was your pride.

"I can still stream." You mumbled from under three blankets trying to crawl out of bed like a heat drunk mole. "It's just a little fever. I'll mute myself when I cough." Caleb looked up from his tablet. Calm. Deadpan. Dressed like he was about to launch a fighter jet.

"You just tried to sip your cold medicine with a mechanical pencil. How was that even possible?" "… That was an isolated incident." "You put VapoRub in your hair." "… Moisturizing?" "Absolutely not. Bed."

Imagine before you could protest, he crossed the room in four calm, terrifyingly coordinated steps and picked you up like a soggy piece of toast trying to stage a rebellion. You flailed weakly in your blanket cocoon. Disturbing the cat that was laying on the end of the bed, offended.

"Caleb-! I have an audience! They're waiting for me-" "They'll live." He said depositing you back on the bed like a sleepy prisoner of war. "You have a fever and the lung capacity of a-." "I can still click heads-" "You'd miss a stationary target from two inches away." You gasped. "How dare-"

Imagine he then he said the words that made your blood run cold. "Relax. I'll stream for you." You blinked. Froze. "You'll- what." He smirked. "Trust me." And then he walked off with your headset. Your headset. That's when you knew the night was lost.

Imagine the title was simple. "NOT CLICKBAIT: Colonel Hijacks Stream 🚨" While the tags says #chaoticgood #hotboytakeover #plshelp

Imagine your regular stream intro music played like nothing was wrong. A soothing beat with animated apple bouncing across the screen like usual. A few chat regulars showed up early, sending the standard.

Ztrope: FIRST

Ladsslave: Apple gang rise 🍎

Abcdefg: Is the apple hat making an appearance tonight or what

Imagine the camera cut to the live feed. And it wasn't you. It was Caleb.

Imagine Caleb was in your chair. Wearing your cat ear headset. Casually sitting in front of your dual monitor setup like he'd been training for this his whole life. The man looked like the universe said "Let's give an Farspace Fleet Colonel Twitch partner energy." Chat disintegrated instantly.

Ztrope: WHAT THE ***

Abcdefg: IS THAT THE BOYFRIEND???

1sht1kll: I'M SORRY IS HE HOT AND HERE

Ladsslave: WHO LET HIM IN. WHO GAVE HIM PERMISSION

2days3days: I THOUGHT THIS WAS A JOKE STREAM TITLE

Imagine the way Caleb clear his throat and leaned into the mic with terrifying calm. "Good evening." The entire chat went absolutely feral. He continued, unbothered. "Your usual streamer has been forcibly benched by soup, fever, and self confidence."

Imagine he could hear your own cough echoing in the background. "They attempted to crawl out of bed." Caleb said. "I carried them back in. There was resistance. There were threats. There was VapoRub in places it should never be."

Ztrope: HE'S AIRING YOUR SINS ON STREAM

Abcdefg: I'M GONNA PASS OUT

Ladsslave: THE WAY HE JUST SAID THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE

"I will be your substitute streamer tonight." Caleb went on. "You may refer to me as ColonelApple as you already know. Stream Dad, or Chaos Wrangler One, or just THE boyfriend. I will be accepting snacks and no backtalk."

Imagine the first half hour was like watching a highly trained pilot attempt to fly a spaceship powered by memes.

Imagine the way he tried to open your game library and accidentally launched four overlays at once, including your 'emergency frog cam' a blinking 'hydrate or die' gif, and your 'chat rules' screen with a sparkling animated green apple screaming 'NO TOXICITY.'

Imagine the way he stared. "Why is there a green apple yelling at me." He hit another key. Your pastel chibi avatar popped up in the corner with heart eyes. Caleb stared harder. "Why does your stream look like designer and the military had a child."

Ztrope: because we're an aesthetic war zone

1sht1kll: i'm CRYING he's trying so hard

Abcdefg: he's fighting OBS like it owes him money

Imagine then the game suggestions began.

"Someone wants me to play Phasmo. What’s that?" He paused. Read the description. "Ghosts? No. Try again." "PowerWash Simulator. I'm being bullied." Eventually, he gave in and booted up Stardew Valley.

Imagine the farm was named "Tactical Retreat." The cat was named "Strike Team." He gifted someone a daffodil and they said "Ew." Caleb narrowed his eyes. "What did I do to deserve this hostility. I am farming. I brought you a flower."

Ztrope: HE'S GETTING BODIED BY A PIXEL TEENAGER

Ladsslave: THE FLOWER WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH, KING

2days3days: RIZZLESS IN THE VILLAGE

Imagine he then found Sebastian. "Chat keeps telling me to give this man fish." He paused. "Why is fish the universal language of romance here?"

Abcdefg: BECAUSE IT IS. NOW GIVE HIM THE FISH

1sht1kll: I'D MARRY YOU IF YOU GAVE ME FISH

Ztrope: this man could romance a ghost and i'd cheer

meanwhile Imagine, you had somehow manage to get out of bed. Blanket wrapped around you like a sentient burrito. Holding a mug of warm drink. Standing behind him in full chaos observer mode.

Imagine the way you tapped his shoulder weakly. "Streamer." He glanced up. "Back to bed." "I am in bed. Just vertical."

Imagine the way he reached back and tugged your blanket tighter around you, looking up, breaking eye contact with the screen to look at you. "Fine. Sit beside me but no talking. Okay?" You nodded. "Pet the chicken." He did. The chicken instantly loved him. Chat went absolutely ballistic.

Ztrope: HE HAS CHICKEN RIZZ

Ladsslave: THE CHICKEN SHIPS IT

Abcdefg: he's a provider. a protector. a poultry tamer

Imagine the way leaned your head against his shoulder and sighed. "You've got a real future in streaming." He smirked. "Dangerous words, love."

Imagine as you rested your head on his shoulder. Blanket slipping. Fever coming down. Chat still losing their collective minds.

Ztrope: HE SAW THE VISION

Abcdefg: STREAMER POWER COUPLE UNLOCKED

Ladsslave: GET THIS MAN A CHANNEL

1sht1kll: if he starts his own stream I'm subbing SO FAST

You yawned into his shoulder, half asleep, half proud. "Don't forget to sign off properly…" Caleb turned back to the camera, gaze softening. Caleb read the latest donation.

500 DONATION: Ladsslave

Message: If you propose, will you stream the wedding?

Imagine the way he chuckled before glancing at your figure leaning on his shoulder. "Only if someone brings cake." He then leaned forward to the mic. "They said goodnight." He said, pulling your blanket tighter around your shoulders. "And thank you for trusting your lives, laughter and... NPC fish... To their very responsible boyfriend." Then the stream ended.

Imagine your fever wasn't the only thing that broke records that night. Imagine waking up the next day to find #ColonelTakeover trending.

and Imagine Caleb scrolling through the comments like a man deeply pleased with himself. "… Told you they like me." You groaned and rolled over. "God help us. He's discovered power." He kissed your forehead. "They'll see us again next week." "…Wait... What?"

and Imagine that's how the chaos began. Again.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: this weather is taking a toll on me.

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Don't have a title, but there is another part of ADHD! Soap and his farm.

This is the continuation of this one

"Do you think they know what they are doing?"

Gaz was fascinated by the way you and Soap moved together through the house. He was sitting on the couch, next to Price, watching as you navigated around Soap. Both of you using small touches, vocal signals like "hey", "whoops", "let me just", "careful", seemingly without plan, doing this and that, and somehow things got done. Gaz had been banned from helping, because he got in the way, so he retreated to the open living room. Price had joined him, sitting with one arm around the back, Kyle could feel his warmth.

"Told you, they're in fucking sync. Elite team dynamic. They don't even notice anymore." Ghost joined the two on the couch, squeezing Kyle effectivelx in the middle. He had somehow been assigned to look after the chicken and befriended one of the goats, a miracle in itself considering they had been here for less than three days.

Kyle thought it was beautiful in a way. Johnny was good, when he had clear instructions, he even asked Price once to give him orders beyond the mission brief, so he wouldn't stray. But this was different. The house, the farm, this was his home. A place that was built for his (and your) needs. You had explained it yesterday over dinner.

"We wanted to build this as a safe place and also as an experiment. We keep the things that work and throw away what doesn't. Means we have to be painfully honest sometimes. What we want, what we can give each other. Like... The chickens and goats. They work for us, for me. Clever enough to keep me on my toes, not too complicated to feed, useful as they provide eggs and milk. The goats make surprisingly good watch dogs, the chickens get kitchen scraps. Solar panels, because Johnny doesn't want us to be dependent on the grid, and I can work from home. But most important, we want this place to be ours. No rules without reasons, no masking, no secret expectations. A place where we can be our true self and share that." You had shown them your workshop, full of projects that were mostly meant for sustainable living, but Price saw a thing or two that could be useful for their work as well. "And, in case you haven't noticed, I 'm sure you have, but I am saying it anyways: you are always welcome here."

They had noticed. How there were exactly the guest rooms. Almost empty but small differences. One room had a bed that was a bit bigger and Ghost was secretly delighted to be able to fully stretch out on it. The other room had a mattress that was perfect for Price with his back and shoulder, best sleep he had in ages. Kyle's room had warm colours and an extra blanket.

Of course the most important question Price had for you was about your expectations for the future. Soldiers didn't have the best record on long lasting marriages.

"I have to accept that he will risk his life as long as he can make the world safer with that. I know that he might not come back one day. But that's the man I chose. I've known him most of my life and I know he won't change. And I won't either. So if one of us would have entered this relationship with the idea of fixing the other, we would have broken up long ago. I don't know if it will be different once we have children. If we ever have children. Guess we take it as it comes."

You made it sound so easy, and maybe it was. Maybe that was the only way it could work for the two of you.

"Think I get it" Simon nodded to you, when you brought pre dinner snacks over. You looked at him confused, cheeks red from the heat of the oven, flower on your hips in the shape of a hand, a hickey very prominent on your clavicle.

"You and Johnny. You don't trap each other in promises." He said it as if it explained everything, and you nodded. "Yeah, it's actually a good way to put it. That and no secrets. And respect for boundaries and needs."

"Ahhh, don't spill our secrets, or they realise we have the perfect relationship and want in" Johnny yelled from the kitchen and made grabby hands towards you.

Johnny was physical, always, but the way he touched you almost constantly was almost too much. Although maybe it was the fact that you happened to be all of their type in a way, it was too easy to imagine one of them would hold you close, kiss you, make you laugh.

"What if we do?" There was an edge in Simon's voice, that changed the atmosphere in the room. A challenge, a joke, an opening.

"Simon.." Price was clearly warning his lieutenant, they had just met you, you were not used to that kind of mind games. But he noticed how you just looked at Simon, leaning against Johnny.

"Then we talk. If you really want that. But the rules are the same. No promises. No secrets. Clear communication. Respect for boundaries. No hiding."

You managed to make it sound like a challenge and an ultimatum. Soft and sweet, a bit disheveled, in the arms of the man you loved. Yet unyielding under Ghost's stare.

And Johnny... Johnny nodded. Looked at Simon like he waited for something.

Simon just grunted and got up. "Need a smoke"

Outside he checked on the goats, made sure all the doors were properly locked, before he sat down. He didn't know what made him say that. Since he met you, watched you with Johnny, something tugged on his heart. There was a side of Johnny he didn't know. A side he had seen glimpses of, but never realised there was more. Because it had never mattered. What he shared with Johnny, what he took, what Johnny had given him... It was similar to what he saw when Johnny kissed you, held you close. It felt like a betrayal.

"you want to talk about what just happened?" Price sat down in front of him. "Anything I need to know between you and Soap?"

"Don't know yet. Depends on Johnny. Don't know if..." He didn't know the end of that sentence. If what they had was more than taking care of a fellow soldier. I he could share. If he even wanted that. Or if it was just the wish to have something he never dared to dream of. If he could stop hiding.

"Since this seems to be a house rule I will be honest. This could be something." Price was watching Ghost with full focus. "It sounds like a bad movie. Or a really good one. But I don't know if I can trust this. And let's say I understood the meaning and they are inviting us, the team, into their relationship or whatever this is. It would change what they have. Don't know if I even want that. There would be a lot of talking. Probably fighting. Could break the team. Or make us even better."

Fucking Price and his fucking analytical thinking.

"ever the romantic" scoffed Simon, inhaling smoke like it had answers.

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I don't know, it started as a fun idea and now there is so much talking and almost something resembling a plot? But I can't stop. And where am I even going with Kyle and Price???

Let me know what you think.

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You think Soap has ADHD energy? Meet the missus!

There is a part 2 now

Everyone knows that Soap gets distracted easily when he doesn't have anything to focus. Outside of missions he gets restless and if he is bored he shouldn't be left without supervision.

They made it to the safehouse, got a good night's sleep and had another day to spend until transport was ready and would be on mandatory leave for the next two weeks. So of course they were talking about their plans.

Price had promised Kyle to show him his cabin by the lake and nobody commented on the faint blush under his beard or how Kyle's touch lingered a bit longer than usual. To be honest Soap and Ghost were betting on who would catch the kissing first.

Ghost didn't have plans so he was actually contemplating taking Soaps offer to stay at his house for a while.

"Honestly, ye should see what ma bonnie made of that place. Real cozy now." Soap was talking away, not noticing the other three staring at him.

"Come again? Your whatnow?" Asked Kyle.

"My Bonnie? The missus? Ma wife? You forgot about my wife?" Johnny seemed to be undecided whether to be angry or confused.

"Soap... You never told any of us. You mentioned a bird now and then. You mean to tell us it was the same one the whole time? You been stable? Since when?"

Now that made Soap think. "Ah mean.. known her forever. Stable for some years now, as stable as we can be. Proposed last summer we just didn't get around actually speaking the vows." He looked a bit sheepish. "Ah never told you? Sure 'bout that?"

Price didn't know how to react, other than: "You better marry her as soon as you are in the same country. If she hasn't left you by now she will never and you need to make sure the paperwork is all set up, just in case."

"And you should probably introduce us, so she won't be scared if one of us appeared on your doorstep." Kyle added.

"Actually, we can do that right now, we have a satellite connection."

Johnny was still trying to remember if he really had forgotten to mention the most important person in his life to the other most important people in his life, so he just acted on autopilot when Kyle shoved a tablet in his hands, starting a video call.

They all gathered around the screen, watching as the lights flickered and a disheveled face came into view, round face, sleepy eyes, hair sticking in every direction.

"Tha' you babe? You alive?" Johnny immediately had a smile plastered on his face. "Alive and kicking, didn't even get shot. Listen, sorry I woke you, wasn't my idea. But remember we planned our wedding to be with all friends and family and my captain could stand in for you dad since he is not invited and all and. Maybe I forgot to tell them.. about you.. like.. ya ken?" He sounded not as nervous as someone should sound who forgot his fiancé as soon as he was away.

You just blinked. "Johnny... Are you serious?" It was hard to tell if you were angry or not. "Okay, I just want to know: Did you forget because you already did it in your head or because you forgot to remember?"

"Bit of both? Bit like you forgot to tell your sister." Johnny admitted, grinning.

You giggled "Oh that was fun. Well, when she talked to me again. Oh, I should call her." You got up, apparently already forgetting you were on a call, looking for something. They could see your bedroom, organised chaos, plants, some pictures of Johnny, all in all a cozy home.

"Have you seen my laptop?" You wondered, confused when you heard a snort from Ghost. "What.. ooh... Hi there. You must be Ghost, yeah? Good thing you wear that mask, I am terrible with faces. And you are Gaz, right? You're pretty. Johnny he is so pretty, why am I marrying you again?"

"Because you love me and nobody else can tolerate either of us so we are stuck with each other?" came the answer like a well used banter.

"True. I do love you. But I also haven't slept for two days because I was building something. A surprise. When are you home? Don't tell me, just text. Please. Bring the boys. Oh, Captain Price, could you marry us? Or is that just a Ship Captain thing? Might be, I never cared, but that would be very practical. Give me a week to get everyone together and we could have the ceremony in the backyard, I can wait with the new greenhouse, so we would have the space." You were making notes on something that looked like a pizza box, lost in thoughts already.

You seemed to have forgotten you were still on the call, writing down things. Until you heard Price laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.

"Oh, I drifted. Sorry, didn't take my meds, I promise I'm better at this when I sleep. So.. are you coming to the wedding or not? And bring my future husband with you, in case he forgets again."

You were not angry at all. One of the reasons they worked was that you never got angry with each other about stuff like that. You knew each other for too long to try and change or 'fix' the other. If there was a problem or hurt feelings you would address it and work on a solution.

Ghost just looked at Soap. "You really found that one girl with even less ability to focus, did ya?"

Johnny just nodded happily, "She is absolutely perfect."

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Ghost’s Hoodie, Soap’s Boxers, Gaz’s Hat…

Poly!Task Force 141 x Reader

Summary: You’ve started “borrowing” your boys’ clothes. Ghost’s hoodie, Soap’s boxers, Gaz’s hat… You wear them around base like they’re yours. They notice. Oh, they notice. And none of them handle it well.

spicy sequel here

You didn’t plan it.

At first, it was just practical.

Ghost’s hoodie was already slung over the back of a chair, and it was cold in the briefing room. So you threw it on.

Soap’s boxers were comfy, left in the laundry bin, and you didn’t feel like digging for yours. So you slipped them on.

Gaz’s hat? It was sunny on the range. His bucket hat was the closest thing with a brim.

That’s how it started.

But you weren’t stupid. You knew exactly what you were doing when you walked through the halls of base wearing all three.

Ghost’s oversized black hoodie hung halfway down your thighs, the hem brushing Soap’s worn tartan boxers. You had nothing underneath except a soft tank top and smugness.

Gaz’s hat sat lopsided on your head, hiding your satisfied little smirk.

By the time you made it to the common area, you had four hearts in your hands and no idea which one you wanted to break first.

Ghost saw you first. He was sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, arms folded, mask on.

His gaze lifted.

Dropped.

Lingered.

He didn’t speak. Just watched you walk in and curl up on the other end of the couch.

“…Comfortable?” he asked after a beat, voice low.

You stretched, hoodie sliding up your bare thighs. “Mmhmm. Your hoodie’s warm.”

He grunted. Looked away. Pretended to go back to reading the folder in his lap.

But his eyes kept flicking back.

And when you shifted—Soap’s boxers riding high on your thighs—Ghost tensed so slightly it made you want to laugh.

He didn’t say anything else.

But his stare could’ve burned through stone.

Soap was next.

He burst into the room with his usual chaotic energy, hair damp from the showers, a protein bar between his teeth.

He froze mid-step.

Eyes locked on you.

Specifically: the flash of red plaid boxers just barely visible under Ghost’s hoodie.

“…Are those—?” he began.

You blinked innocently. “What?”

He gestured wildly. “My boxers, bonnie. You thieving menace.”

You pulled the hem of the hoodie down dramatically. “Oh no, they’re mine now.”

“Traitor,” he mumbled under his breath, flopping onto the couch beside you. “Gave those up like my last nerve.”

He tried to act annoyed. But his ears were red.

“You like them on me,” you teased, nudging his thigh with your knee.

He scoffed. “No I don’t.”

You leaned in close. “Say it again without blushing.”

He turned beet red.

You won.

Gaz appeared in the doorway, holding a mug, mid-yawn—and stopped dead in his tracks.

He stared.

Long. Hard.

At his favorite bucket hat.

On your head.

And then—

“You little goblin,” he hissed.

You grinned like the chaos demon you were. “Hey, sunshine.”

He stormed over and pointed accusingly. “I’ve been looking for that hat for two days. You wore it to the fucking range. You absolute menace.”

“I look cute in it,” you said, shrugging.

“That’s not the point.”

“You’re just mad I pull it off better.”

He spluttered. "That's—" He pointed at Ghost’s hoodie. "And that—!" He turned to Soap. "Are those your boxers?!"

Soap just whistled and took a big sip of water.

Gaz groaned. “This is unfair warfare. I didn’t agree to this.”

You looked him dead in the eyes and adjusted the hat. “You all should’ve locked your stuff up better.”

He stood there, helpless, watching as you sank deeper into the couch, wrapped in all their things like it was your divine right.

Which, honestly?

It was.

Price was last.

Captain walked in mid-argument between Soap and Gaz over who deserved compensation for “emotional damages.”

His eyes flicked to you.

Took in the hoodie. The boxers. The hat.

The curve of your smile.

He sighed.

Ran a hand down his face.

“Jesus Christ…”

You looked up sweetly. “Hi, Captain.”

“Behave,” he muttered, already halfway to the coffee machine.

You didn’t move an inch. “But I am behaving.”

He raised an eyebrow. Didn’t even look at you. “Wearing their clothes around base like a bloody walking trap is not behaving.”

“But I look cute.”

“You look like a problem.”

You smiled wider. “You love me.”

He took a slow sip of his coffee. “Unfortunately.”

That night, after the teasing and the blushing and the banter wore off, you found yourself tucked in bed—with all four of them still flustered and trying not to show it.

Ghost’s hoodie still on you.

Soap’s boxers still yours.

Gaz’s hat still on your head.

Price’s dog tags resting on your chest now, too.

Because apparently?

He wanted in.

And maybe—just maybe—they all kind of liked it.

© sleepytopia do not copy, translate, or plagiarize any of my works

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Childhood trio Pt. Safer here

CalebMC sitting in jail together

MC: So who should we call?

Caleb: I'd call Zayne, but I feel safer in jail.

MC: Fair.

[lunashewolf117]

bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.

bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.

bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”

bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.

bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.

you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.

“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”

the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.

the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.

“i, uhh...”

“what, is she an idol or something?”

oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?

your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?

you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.

kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”

you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”

“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.

but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.

you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!

you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”

on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!

kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”

“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”

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Old Obey Me! art drop because why not (+ my MC!)

p/s: my MC's name is Enu (or petname Emi, since her older twin also named Enu uhm..)

poly 7 brothers x MC btw👩‍🍳

Also! these are stuff i drew for stress relief so it might look a little... 🥀😞

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the exile

— (rafayel)

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'o desterrado' by antónio soares dos rei

[lunashewolf117]

What would being the 2nd manager for teiko be like?

Aomine

He likes to pretend he doesn’t care but literally only eats because you remind him

He hates when you scold him for missing practice, half because he hates seeing you upset and half because he thinks you're being annoying

Will literally lay his head on your lap and not move until you threaten to dump water on him

Gets weirdly smug when you scold him, like "Damn, you really care about me, huh?"

Murasakibara

The big back gets REALLY pouty when you scold him for eating only junk food. Like so what if he eats junk food sometimes... (but it's like all the time)

Can't lie, his first instinct when he sees you is probably to demand food

He LOVES using you as a human pillow. He uses you as one 24/7, non stop and he hates when you move. He complains IF you move.

Kise

Kise's constantly being like "Managerrrr~ notice me more!" even though you already do...

Will exaggerate a minor injury just to make you fuss over him. "Manager!! It hurts really really bad, please help," or something along the lines of that

Takes pictures of you when you're not looking and captions them "My personal angel 💖." (Bro's in his own world... let him be)

Gets genuinely sulky when he sees you doting on the others more than him

Midorima

He subtly leaving lucky items for you despite saying he doesn't care about you

He likes to say he doesn’t need your help but then wordlessly hands you his water bottle before every game

If you forget to bring it? Disaster. Tragedy. Unacceptable. (Did he forget HIS lucky item)

Insists he doesn’t believe in luck when it comes to you but will still leave lucky items in your bag

Will literally shove you out of the way if something dangerous is falling nearby aaaand then act like it was no big deal

Akashi

He acts like he’s above needing care but lowkey loves how soft you are with him, like keep being taking care of him even if he says to stop

You once made him go to bed early, and the next day he was like "Thank you. I feel reborn."

Gets this weirdly content expression whenever you take care of him, like "Ah, so this is what it feels like to be spoiled."

If anyone disrespects you? They no longer exist. Simple. Just don't ask where they went...

Kuroko

He's mostly just silently being there for you the same way you’re there for them

Never asks for anything but appreciates everything you do

Will randomly appear at your side with your favorite drink like "You looked tired."

He’s always watching out for you in his own quiet way, making sure you don’t overwork yourself

If you ever seem upset, he’ll just sit beside you in silence until you feel better (ANGELLLLLL)

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This.

This is what I need in my life.

It would be a dream come true to find something like this with a partner💜

ᝰ.ᐟDomestic dominance headcanons I can’t stop thinking about

Guiding you through streets with a hand on your hips, moving past you in the kitchen by grabbing your hips or waist to nudge you aside. Maybe they're holding a hot pan or plate and will gently guide you aside with a hand on your hips and words like "Careful baby—there we go, good girl".

Make you keep eye contact with them whenever you speak, it could be you rambling on about your day fidgeting with something on your lap and they will guide you to look up with two fingers to your chin, gently coaxing you to meet their eyes, "Hey, eyes on me, pretty".

Always making sure you're fed. You're busy with work, typing one email after the other and they will come up behind you tap on your cheek and press a fruit slice to your lips "Open. Now" and you do because there's no other choice.

It's always the one worded commands that make you lose it.

"Sit."

"Come here."

"Stop."

You don't carry bags or touch door handles around them and if you try, "what did i say?" With that stern look that makes you shut up instantly.

Pulling you between their legs while they're on a call, pressing your back to their chest as their hand travels up your shirt and traces lazy patterns against your stomach while they talk, making you shudder.

You say something snarky, bratty, they just give you the look, lean in and say "That's not how you speak to me. Try again".

Knows when your exhausted and will come shut your laptop for you with a simple "You're done" and drag you off to bed over their shoulder if your unwilling to leave.

Makes sure you're hydrated, if your water bottle is not as empty as they wish they will simply place it in your hands and cross their arms, standing over you. "Drink. Now".

Will always put your seatbelt on for you, usually with a snarky "There. Try not to die".

Always offering you the best seat in the house with a pat on their lap "Come. Sit."

Part 2