#I would tag more but Im really sleepy. sleep time

[i23kazu]

♡ GENSHIN MEN & STUDYING WITH YOU

characters. xiao diluc kaeya childe wriothesley lyney alhaitham x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. i need motivation. they are my motivation | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

he's the one who's a all the noise-cancellation, blacklisted apps kind of student. everything is on lockdown and on do not disturb mode – please don't disturb him. poke him with your pen and you'll just see him roll his eyes at you– no, seriously- it's not worth it! however, xiao is also a really good student ; always on task, even on the subjects that he absolutely despises. ask him to tutor you and he might grumble and groan, but what happens when the tutor falls in love with his student?

diluc

possibly the class rep. studying with him is a express ticket to resources that teachers had given him because of his high-class status. he's not proud of it – he believes that each student deserves the chance to have the same access as him – which is why he's willing to share it with you as well. we didn't even have to meet up, you could just have sent it over- you whine, but the tinge of crimson on his cheeks is a telltale sign that perhaps he needed- no, wanted, this excuse.

kaeya

the teasy study buddy. watch him annoy the hell out of you– you know he's teasing, but sometimes it hurts. "haha, i thought i taught you this already? does the little bunny not have enough space in there?" he taps your head with his pen. it's only when your face crumples and you start to mumble out apologies, teardrops cockling your paper – that he panics. "shit- i'm sorry– how can i make it better?" he wipes your tears away. he makes it up with a sweet kiss and a stack of gift cards to your favourite cafes.

childe

he's the friend who keeps you going, truly. if sunshine was bottled up and wrapped with a bow and had an orange cap, it would be childe! watching your face fall after staring at algebra simply won't do, no, no. let him lead you as he tugs on your hands outside of the study room, and just let your feet follow in his footsteps – you'll find yourself outside the library cafe. "alright, it's on me! what do you want?" maybe his wallet is a little lighter, but so is his heart, once he sees your face light up.

wriothesley

wriothesley is the one who has it all planned out. first, you'll start studying at 10pm... which is a little late, but it's alright. you'll get tired around midnight, which will be when he offers you the first cup of chamomile. "won't this put me to sleep?" you whine, accepting it from him anyways. he chuckles and runs his hands through your hair, replying that it's never worked on him. true enough, you start getting sleepy around half past one – finally leaning against his shoulder, your arms going slack. kissing your head, he drapes a blanket around you. good night, (y/n).

lyney

the one who sits besides you, cracking jokes every now and then! but when it's time to study, he can buckle down and start doing work –that's just lyney – the human on and off switch. there's something about him doing work while twirling his poker cards in his hands that's just so mesmerising – a stare too long catches his eye, and he starts doing a trick for you. get back to work!, you laugh and playfully swat his shoulder, turning back to your own paper. he chuckles in return, and unbeknownst to you, turns back with a smile.

alhaitham

alhaitham can be stricter as a study buddy – he's stern with distractions, wanting you to keep your phone to the side as he's explaining concepts – yes, concepts you learnt, but never understood. "hey, eyes here. did you understand, or do i need to go through it again?" he sounds bored, and you feel sorry for him. you mumble a soft i understand back, and he sighs and tells you to take a break. "look up." your eyes trail up from your phone, and instinctively close as he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead.

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[tyunni]

NISHIMURA RIKI B☆YFRIEND HEADCANONS...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤenhypen masterlist | library | ni-ki bf hc part 1

a/n: man when will it be may over riki era... probably never. anyways pt 2 to my riki bf headcanons post 😭 p.s. i DID post this on a side blog a while ago to try out tags so if u saw that no u didnt lol

genre: fluff ☝️ warnings: not proofread, kissing, if you want me to add anything please let me know!

idrk how to start this off so we're just gonna get str8 into it yeah lets GO

he is so whipped for you it's actually concerning. everyone can tell he is absolutely head over heels for you. from the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you to the way he can't shut up about you, it's just so obvious.

he adores you, honestly.

he can't help but smile when he sees you, always admiring you. doesn't matter what you're doing; be it you brushing your teeth, eating food, putting your shoes on, or sleeping. doesn't matter! he's watching you with hearts in his eyes and a grin spread across his face from ear to ear.

his heart swells whenever you hug and/or kiss him. he may not act like it, but he is so soft for you it's actually insane. he melts in your arms the second you wrap them around him. feels safe and content, closing his eyes as he buries his head in your shoulder.

physical affection is very very important to him, it makes him feel special. he enjoys it more than he likes to admit, to be honest!

he loves loves loves kisses!! you littering kisses all over his face? he's down. him littering kisses all over your face? he's down. a kiss on his cheek? absolutely! giving him a big phat smooch on the lips?? you just made him the happiest boy ever!!!!!

(more under the cut!)

if you cup his face in your hands and just enjoy the moment as you get lost in each other's eyes he will get all mushy and lovey dovey. it's moments like these that make him realize just how in love he is with you, how much he cherishes you, and how he wants to show you he appreciates you.

riki isn't really the best with words, it's a bit awkward for him to verbalize his feelings toward you... and also impossible as well, because he simply can not describe the overwhelming amount of love he has for you.

but whenever the time calls, he can list a thousand reasons as to why he fell in love with you. from your beauty to your personality, he notices things about you even you don't notice, and it never fails to make you smile (which is basically all that matters to him)

3AM dates with riki? 3AM dates with riki.

it's a must, honestly. whenever he can't sleep he almost always messages you. he doesn't like to bother you, but he can't help it! he's so bored and you're his s/o, who else would he spam at like 2 in the morning??

he's always amused when you answer him & complain about how you were about to go to sleep and how he disturbed you. but he knows you're lying by the way you're refusing to leave when he tells you he won't mind if you go to bed and that he can always just go back to scrolling through tiktok.

"oh you're sleepy? okay 👍 i'll just go back to tiktok then" "NO DONT GO IM NOT GOING TO SLEEP YET"

and when he offers to go snack hunting at a 24 hour convenience store, who are you to refuse? and even if you were to refuse... too bad he's literally at your door right now, open up y/n <3

sometimes he doesn't even message you beforehand, he just randomly shows up at your house and the next thing you know you're taking a walk while everyone else in your neighborhood is sound asleep.

tries his best to be super cliche romantic with you. says he does it only cuz he knows you want him to do it, when in reality a part of him has always wanted to recreate those overused cute scenes in romance movies.

he will never admit to it, but sometimes he purposefully sets your dates on the days he knows there will be rain. he checks the weather beforehand just to make sure it's a rainy day 😭

but why? you may ask...

so he can take off his warm jacket and drape it over your figure when he notices you shaking and shivering beside him. so he can pull out his umbrella - specifically the smallest umbrella he could find at the dorms so he has an excuse to pull your body against his side and protect you from the rain droplets that slowly fall onto the top of your head.

and most importantly, so he can walk you home, discard the umbrella once he reaches your doorstep, watch as the rain drops glide down from your head to your face. and then he leans in and gently wipes them away from your features as he smiles softly when he notices your breath hitch at the close proximity. his hands then find their way to your cheeks, thumbs wiping away more droplets as the rain gets heavier and heavier. and at this point neither of you care that your clothes are basically drenched. all that you can focus on is how he's so gently holding your face in his hands, how he's looking into your eyes with so much love and adoration, and how he is so close to you that you can admire all the pretty moles that are scattered across his face, thinking that it's impossible for him to get any closer. but when he tilts his head and somehow shortens the proximity even more you can't help but flutter your eyes shut as you feel his lips lightly graze over yours. but he doesn't kiss you. he simply smiles before completely pulling away, grabbing his umbrella and walking off.

Yeah HE'S ANNOYING 😑😑😑👎👎👎

and when u run inside your house pull out ur phone and proceed to spam him telling him he can't just do that & that if he pulls that shit on you ever again ure gonna break up w him...

yeah he just smirks 🧍‍♀️ bcuz he knows u dont mean it- OF COURSE U DON'T- he's got u wrapped around his finger, there's no way out, i fear...

but let's not pretend he's not wrapped around your finger... cuz he is.

if you suddenly call him to hang out or tell him you miss him he is basically running to your location!!

but not before pretending that he's too busy and complaining about how you're so "needy" and "obsessed" with him, but in a lighthearted manner obviously.

he would rather step on a bunch of spikey nails with his bare feet than upset you with his words. and if he feels that his words affected you in a bad way he will kiss you all over your face and reassure you that he didn't mean it like that

he's soft but just for you 🫰

well... maybe not just for you but he's definitely the most comfortable showing you his soft side 🫶 you're basically the only one he doesn't feel awkward sharing his lovey dovey mushy thoughts with

even though he's confident now, just like the first few months of your relationship, he still gets shy around you. he thinks it's embarrassing, but you think it's cute :)

for example, when he tries to call you new pet names that you two aren't usually used to.

the second the word sweetheart left his lips he immediately turned away from your figure, hid his face in his hands and cringed at himself for even contemplating calling you that. you had to practically beg him to turn around because he was refusing to look at you for a good 5 minutes 😭

"that was so bad, y/n. why did i say that?"

and then he whines about it to you so if you want him to shut up you have to hold his face and give him a quick kiss

one time you tried shutting him up by putting your hand over his mouth... but it backfired. he licked your palm 🧍‍♀️ so naturally, you used his shirt as a tissue and wiped your palm on him while complaining about how gross he was

yeah... a kiss it is.

speaking of kisses, he loves them

more specifically, he loves catching you off guard with them.

you two could be play fighting with pillows, watching a movie, bickering, cuddling, simply talking and suddenly his lips are on yours?

mostly he pulls this on you when you two are playing video games and he feels that there's a chance he might lose to you

he puts down his controller, gently grabs your chin, squishes your cheeks so your lips pout and gently puts his plush lips on yours.

inevitably, you close your eyes. biggest mistake you've ever made.

with one hand still squishing your cheeks and his lips still moving in sync with yours, he uses his other hand to pick up his controller and beats your ass in the game

when you hear the victory cheers coming from the TV you quickly open your eyes and gasp in shock at the sight of the screen.

you call him a dirty cheater, which is true...

but is it really cheating if he's kissing you?

"you cheated!! you were kissing me just to distract me, what the hell?!"

"it's not cheating if you don't get caught 😁"

"that doesn't even apply to this scena-"

boom! he kisses you again.

he's a shithead. but he's your shithead.

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[jeongheart]

good morning

summary: sometimes, it's okay to be irresponsible.

w.c: 1k~

tags: established relationship, fluff.

a.n: college is really draining the life out of me so i wrote this today after my class because i was in a bad mood and wanted nothing more than to sleep. and ugh i feel like the ending it's too rushed but my brain wasn't braining anymore im sorry if it sucks i just really wanted some comfort.

leave your thoughts if you like, it means a lot!

It was warm, everything was. The sheets covering your sleepy body, the arm around your waist, and even the environment as well, considering that the temperature outside didn't exceed three degrees.

You felt on a cloud, dancing between the consciousness of knowing that you had to get up and the world of dreams that didn't want to let you go.

You were about to close your eyes completely again, until the shrill chime of the alarm began to interrupt the silence. You wanted to ignore it, you really wanted to reach your arm over the nightstand and press "off" to be wrapped in warmth forever, but you couldn't, the responsible part of you wasn't going to let you be fooled by the hug of the bed.

With a slight grunt, you took the phone that blinded you with its strong blue light and finished with the scandal that it emitted. You left the device carelessly where it was and rubbed your eyes to wake up, the sun hadn't risen yet and your mind couldn't understand being awake when it was still dark outside. You tried to prop yourself up on your forearms and lift your lower body to sit up in the bed and begin the hard work of getting ready for the day, but Chan's arm was still wrapped tightly around your waist, his head resting on your chest, letting out little snores from time to time.

He'd been working until two hours ago, your heart sank a little when he'd gone to bed at four o'clock in the morning, he was freezing cold from the unheated room he called his study and immediately sought comfort among the thousands of blankets you insisted on putting up every winter.

You couldn't wake him up, it would be cruel of you, and besides, he had the day off, so you wanted to let him sleep and take advantage of this rare occurrence. Carefully, you took his hand in both of yours and pulled it away from your body, he didn't flinch and continued snoring like a small child. You laughed softly and shook your head, he looked like a puppy at times like this.

The hardest part of your "get up" mission was to get your partner's head off your upper half, and finally free yourself from the confines of his grasp.

You began to get up little by little, making minimal upward movements, with your arms resting firmly on the mattress. Chan must have felt the disturbance because, with a groan, he turned his head away from you. Although he didn't turn to the opposite side, he had his arms spread out in your direction, and you saw in the darkness that his hands were searching for your figure in his dreams.

Without being tempted to return to his arms, you got rid of the warm sheets that were on your body and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling for your shoes. The floor was freezing cold and you definitely didn't want to get sick from walking barefoot into the kitchen.

Once your hand made contact with your crocs, you made the attempt this time to leave the bed but, surprise, a hand took your wrist without force but with conviction: 'you are not going to leave this place'.

You turned with a smile forming on your face and saw a very sleepy and disheveled Chan blinking rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness until he found your face.

"Where are you going?" He questioned hoarsely.

You laughed a little and shook your head, you approached his figure and gently removed the rebellious curls that fell into his eyes, he continued to stare at you without understanding the situation.

You gave him a kiss on both cheeks, and then a very soft one on his parted lips.

"I have class today, my love" You whispered a few inches away from his face.

Without waiting for him to respond, you stepped away to continue (well, start) your morning routine. But Chan was still clinging to your wrist like a koala.

"Don't go, stay with me" He asked as he approached you, a little more alert now.

Again, you laughed at the same time that you started to get dressed, still sitting on the bed "I can't, I don't understand anything and I have an exam coming"

When you finished putting on a hoodie Chan sat behind you, trapping your hips and legs with his and hugging you around the waist, and soon you were completely surrounded by him. You could feel his breath on your neck (because he loved to rest his head in the space between your neck and your shoulders), his hair tickling your ears, and the scent of his cologne that never went away no matter how many hours passed since he applied it.

His bare chest felt warm against your back, even with the thick garment you were wearing you could feel the heat emanating from his body. You sighed and closed your eyes, you were firmly considering throwing all your responsibilities out the window at the insistence of your boyfriend with a golden retriever complex.

Chan rubbed his cheek against your neck, murmuring "please, just for today" and "it's very cold, let's go back to sleep" And more variants that all had to do with not allowing you to leave.

You put your hands on his that were still on your waist and you nodded, careful not to hit him in the face "Okay, okay, you win this time", you were amazed at how easily you gave in to his words, but in your defense, it was very hard to say no to Chan, especially when he brought out the heavy artillery and started acting like a big teddy bear.

He let out a small cry of victory and, without waiting for any other reaction on your part, he turned you on your axis so that you return to your initial position of lying on the bed. You laughed throughout the entire process and, when you were covered by the sheets again, Chan wrapped you in a tight hug, pulling his weight onto your body again.

"You're a cheater, you did the same thing to me two weeks ago" You told him after a few minutes of silence.

Chan snorted.

"Sometimes you have to be a little irresponsible, my love"

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn't see you "If I fail you have to invite me to an all-inclusive dinner"

"You know I'd do it anyway, but it's a deal" You sighed happily at his statement.

"But I know you won't fail, because you're smart and you can do anything you set your mind to" He whispered while caressing your hair.

You smiled for the nth time that morning, feeling how the stress you've been building up for weeks lessened up a little bit after hearing those words. Just as you were about to thank him for taking care of you and your worries, Chan's breathing became more calmed as he fallen asleep again.

[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Scaramouche Masterlist

In all works I write, unless stated otherwise, the reader is gender neutral.

Genshin masterlist

Fluff - Suitable for all ages Not (as) safe for work - Suggestive or dark(er) content Content warning(s) - Will be included where necessary!

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HC(s):

♡ Little treasure chest Wanderer x shy! quiet! reader

♡ The ups and downs of dating nerd!Scaramouche How it's like dating nerdy scaramouche~

♡ Crochet and Coquette ♡ Wanderer likes you, and somewhat your crocheting hobby~

♡ Put a Ring On That... ! Where Wanderer puts a ring on your finger

Drabbles:

♡ Anniversary with Scaramouche Celebrating your one year anniversary with your dear boyfriend~

♡ Sweet little dove Yandere Scaramouche making you his (obsessive behavior)

♡ Worship me Scaramouche loves his obedient pet! (dom/sub tones, power play(?))

♡ "Would you still love me if I were a worm?" Wanderer loves you, even if you ask the silliest questions at times

♡ Chocolate, Blankets and (Preferably), Cuddles Where Scaramouche helps ease you through your period (female anatomy/reader)

♡ Kiss, Kiss, (already) Fall In Love That one tiktok kiss trend but with Scaramouche

♡ Kiss Me Under The Milky Twilight You celebrating Valentine's day with Scaramouche, even if he's somewhat late.

♡ Cuddle Trouble(s)! Scaramouche x reader who has a lot of plushies

♡ Head Spinner Have you ever thought of what would happen if Wanderer gets slapped?

♡ They’re a runner, they’re a trackstar ☆ The consequences of a kiss-and-run, really

♡ Wanderer? Never heard of 'im. Where you call your boyfriend by the wrong nickname

♡ Height Matters Not! Height (dis)advantage over wanderer~

♡ Breathing is for losers only! (Request) Where Wanderer's lack of need to breathe is free real estate! (suggestive, brat!scara)

♡ Too Sweet (For Me!) (Request) Even when married, Wanderer is just as bashful as ever~

♡ That One Time Scara Is Not Insulted When Called "Doll" (Request) The title says it all, really

♡ Sinking Into Your Arms Where merman Scaramouche takes you as his own. (possessive behavior, yandere! scara, suggestive)

♡ Good Night and Sweet Dreams Love is best enjoyed when Scara whispers his love to your (supposed) sleeping self~

♡ Fan Favorite! You play a little harmless prank on your boyfriend right before his stream.

♡ Sleepy Affirmations Your love shine the brightest when Scaramouche is asleep.

♡ Heart Eyes, On You Mutual crushes but it's you and Wanderer and a very tired Nahida

♡ Touch Starved Wanderer wants to feel you too, a lot of the time.

Fics: (On AO3 only)

♡ A Picnic With Scaramouche (Hopefully Won't End In Disaster)  You and Scaramouche goes on a picnic date

♡ Happy birthday! Your birthday celebration in Sumeru with the one and only Hat Guy Wanderer!

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[cixrosie]

Under You

Prompt : " You smell so Good" Character B whispers as they continue to litter kisses down Character A's jaw and neck, revealing in the noises Character A lets involuntary slip out of their mouth

from @dumplingsjinsonfrom this prompt list

warning: slightly suggestive

Beau had been gone for about a week and half on an extended roadie and he had been texting you nonstop, so you knew he missed you but you missed him just as much. He texted you earlier that day saying he found an earlier flight so he would be home later tonight .

You decided to order his favorite food and put it in the refrigerator for him when he gets home . You also decide to clean around the house a little even though it wasn't really dirty just a little dusty . After you are done cleaning the house you decide to chill for the rest of the day. Just relaxing and watching shows on the couch to past the time until Beau comes home.

You wake up when you feel yourself being lifted off from the couch , at first you started freaking out but the musky scent of Beaus cologne settled you back down. " hi" he said with a smirk on his face "Hi" you responded with a sleepy smile on your face that shows the amount of love for the man who's carrying you to your shared bedroom.

" how was your flight" , " it was good , would've been better with you though" he responded as he played you down in your spot on the bed. It was then you realized he was already dressed for bed . " how long have you been home" you asked him " about two hours I thought id let you sleep while I got undressed and ready for bed " he says as he starts to hover over you with a cocky smirk.

" oh yea" you say to him flirty , "yea" he says as he closes the gap between you two as he kisses you passionately. As you are laying down under him you get a surge of confidence and flip you both over so you are on top of Beau. You don't know how you were able to successfully flip over a tall and muscly hockey player , you are pretty sure its because of him being tired but were gonna credit your amazing core strength lol.

"wow " Beau says as he looks at you from under you . You then start kissing his jaw and down his neck letting him know exactly how much you missed him. " You smell so good " you whisper as you take a quick break from attacking his neck and jaw, but resuming almost immediately. As you are really enjoying the noises Beau is making as you mark him up.

" I love you so much " he says as he grips your hips tightly " I love you more My Beau" you say " but I can definitely feel how much you are enjoying this " You tease as you look down between you two and look back at him smirking. " oh yea " he says " yea" you responded . As you said that Beau flipped you both over so you were now back under him and he whispers " let me show just just how much" and you knew you were in for a long , enjoyable night with the man you are sure you're going to marry .

a/n : Ahh hi this is my third fic and its pretty short and I don't know how I feel about it but had to give my man Beau some love also imagine this as he's still with the Canucks BECAUSE I REFUSE TO ACCEPT HES WITH * THAT* TEAM

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

could you do like a bamboo shark mer reader? they’re so sweet and docile, and tiny so it’d be an especially funny comparison. Even funnier if reader had a pet shark and all the elder siren are like ‘:0 get away it’s going to eat you’ and reader is just like ‘this is bubbles :D’ - armadillo lizard anon

Yes, I can do that! Is it Tiny Mer AU, or is Reader the only one who is just really small? I'll do my best, Armadillo Lizard Anon! (Im glad to hear from you again! Stay safe!) Let's dive in-

• Reader would be small. Very, very small. Especially if they're a baby, child, or teen. If the platonic yans are larger than them, some might even be able to hold Reader in just one hand. And Reader is so, so very sweet, giving affectionate bites and playfully nudging others... It's hard not to like them, really...

• The adult platonic yans are hovering nearby, if not holding Reader or keeping them in their baby/guppy/pup pouch, and are catching any intruding animals and offering then to Reader as food... This leads to Reader having a very full stomach, and a lot of fish pets... The adults love toting Reader around, and try to play with them (whether Reader is young or older)...

• Whenever Reader gets scared, they're being tucked under someone's tail or fins, and if they're sleepy, they're being tugged into a nest of kelp and seaweed and furs. The adults sleep around the edges of the nest, while the teens sleep in the middle. Some are more clingy than others (especially if they're an octopus mer, or are scared of losing their guppies-)...

• The moment they all meet Bubbles, the Great White Shark, who is Reader's pet that they raised from a shark pup to an adult. Bubbles catches food for all of them, loves belly rubs, and eats any humans that try to hurt Reader or the platonic yans. Bubbles is their guard shark/lap shark, who will will anything for its little mers!

• Reader, who loves to explore, always has one adult, one of their friends, and Bubbles with them at all times. While Reader hunts for pearls or eats some squid, Bubbles is playing tag with their friends, and the adult is watching for danger...

• All in all, one happy, fishy family, who live in a nice warm home under the sea...

[bunnyluvs-blog]

"Who do u love" "I love Gyu"

Gamer!Beomgyu x roomate reader, non-idol au

Tags -- Fluff, irl games, Make out session, cuddles, cod, gyu is a rage quiter

"WOOOO HEADSHOT" You could hear even if you were actually there. If was your lovely and oh so quiet roomate, Choi Beomgyu. The biggest nerd youve ever seen. He was dorky with his messy dark brown hair. If he wasnt busy playing games he was working or napping. Often falling asleep on the couch after watching a whole series of k-dramas. However dispite all of this, you found him to be darling. The chocolate haired boy never failed to put a smile on your face as he would smile at you when you brought him food during his midnight gaming sessions.

It was 10pm on a friday, which is a normal gaming beomgyu hour. You were at the gas station picking up some extra snacks for you and beomgyu. He paid just a little bit more then you for rent so it was the least you could do. You walked around the aisles, your phone lights up with a message.

beargyu !: "Can u pick up some sour patch kids plsss 🤤"

Y/n: "yes i can anything else ?"

beargyu !: "A MONSTER 👹"

Y/n: "original im assuming"

beargyu !: "u know me sm OK BYE"

You close your phone and pick of the sour patch kids and two monsters. Last time you only brought one beomgyu got mad because he didnt have one for the morning. Now you always get 2 monsters for him. You actually have a list on your notes app for all the stuff he gets from different places. Down to the amount of pickles he wants on his burger. You start heading back to the apartment. Its not far from where you and beomgyu live so you often just walk.

You get back home and place your keys down and kick off your shoes, placing the snacks on the counter. You could already tell he was playing Modern Warfare just by the noises the TV was making. You lay on the couch for a bit. Too tired to really move around. You were a sleepy girl, not much someone can do there, well besides sleep. Which is what you did for about 15 minutes before your phone was being blown up by beomgyu telling you to hurry up. For all he knew you were still at the Corner store buying him snacks. Sitting up and stretching for a bit, you got up to grab the snacks.

You made him some Mac n cheese so he could have real food and not just snacks. For some weird reason the owners if the apartment never thought it was a good idea to get a modern day stove, so it takes 25 whole minutes just for the water to boil a bit. and whole 40 minutes later, it was ready. You got the bowl of mac n cheese and his monster and knocked on the door before opening it. And there he was, your adorable roomate yelling at the TV because some kid shot him. Placing the food down on the table you tapped him softly. "Gyu i made you food so you dont starve yourself mk?" He looks at you brightly as if you were a genie from a bottle and closes his game. He never liked to game and eat, something about the food being too good he doesnt do his best. "Thank you! Your the best, omg you even got the right shape for the noodles. Its like you were made for me" He says, smiling widely before taking a big bite of the food. All you could do was smile.

Once he finished he put his bowl away in the sink then headed straight back to gaming. By now it was almost 12 and beomgyu was still gaming away. Yoy thought too bring the sour patch kids he asked for. Putting them in a bowl so he doesnt have to dig around for them, and removing all the yellow ones. Beomgyu never liked the yellow sour patch even though you loved them. You brought the candy to beomgyu, as he turns to look at you as he flashes his one of a kind smile. It makes your heart flutter like it always does. "Y/N you have my candyyy ugh howd you know i was craving them right now" He ask but its not really a question, you just smile and giggle. "Im just magic" you said to him "You're welcomeee" you say leaving the room. "Thank you, love you" He replied. Which made your heart stop. You had always had a little crush on Beomgyu if it wasnt clear as day. He was exactly your type and he was major cute. You never wanted to act on it though incease he didnt feel the same and one of you would have to move out because of your feelings.

You chose not to think about it. Maybe it just slipped out, Friends say i love you all the time, he probably wasnt even thinking. You scroll through your phone for about half an hour before you hear an angry scream and a door slamming, along with a very pouty beomgyu. He sits next to you pn the couch with a loud huff sound. "Oh no what happned" you say with a sorry look. "Some 12 year old just killed me in overwatch, he was actually cheating and he got the play of the game!" Poor gyu you thought for a bit before he laid ontop of you. He always does this when he loses a game. He comes to you with that adorable pouty face and cuddles you. "Is there anything i can do to make you feel better" you said softly, messing with his hair. It goes quiet for a bit and you think he's fallen asleep when you here. "You could kiss me" What. The words leave his mouth and all of a sudden your at a loss for words. He just said you could kiss him, AND IT WOULD MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER? "Only if you want me to.." you say softly in return. And that was all beomgyu needed before he shuffled up and planted a quick kiss on your lips.

Both of your faces turned red, beomgyus ears turning the same shade as well. Next thing you knew, you kissed him, deeper and more passionate this time. He returned the kiss putting his hands on your waist. Wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips moved in sync with one another. Passion and romance filled the room. Beomgyu licked your lips as a way to ask to add tongue to the kisses, and you happily open up your mouth a bit to let him in. These kisses last for what seems only a fee minutes, but you both stop due to the fact that air is needed to be alive.

"Idk ive just always had feelings for you" he said softly, "I mean how could i not, your so pretty and sweet, and loveable. Your eyes are so soft, and you always seem to just know me its amazing." He lets his thoughts run free from his brain to his mouth. And you dont mind. "Like you get me food and hold me when in sad, you never judge me. You take out the yellow sour patch even thought i do like them, i just tell you to take them out so you can eat them because i know theyre your favorite. But i told you i didnt like them once, and that was 6 months ago" You couldnt help but giggle and give him another kiss. "Oh gyu your so silly, thats one of the main reasons i fell for you" you say smiling and plant a kiss on his forehead. You were so happy, nothing else was said that night as you and beomgyu fell asleep on the couch, not caring what back problems came the next day

[clatoera]

Picket Fence is Sharp as Knives Chapter 11: When You Can't Sleep at Night, You'll Hear My Stolen Lullaby

Heeeey besties. It has been more than a minute. I work eighty hours a week. Please take pity on me. If you are still here, still reading, wow I love you and I thank you deeply.

This chapter doesn't have a strong plot, it is just about my favorite things. Mamas and their babies.

A huge shoutout to @districtonekisses who has had conversations about explicitly stuff in this fic with me again and again, I love you and owe you cashbaria content soon I promise.

As always @kentwells my beloved, has been keeping my clato thoughts FED in my DMs to keep me moving through this shitty work schedule I have.

@bodyelectric77 you just have to get tagged at this point im so sorry.

Anyway!

Title from T-swift My tears ricochet

masterpost

AO3

He does not fit in the space from her knees to her hips anymore. His body can no longer fit comfortably resting on the short length of her thighs, where she could prop up her knees and take the time to memorize the details of her son in the middle of the night. Really, he never fit there to begin with. His legs would be scrunched up, and if he extended them he gave her an impressively strong kick for such a little person.  

Now, though, months and months into his life, Clove could not even pretend that he still fit in her lap.

Her arms, though, oh her arms were another story entirely. 

It was all part of her carefully crafted nightly facade, one she had been orchestrating for the last six months, for the entire duration of her time as a mother. 

It went the same way every night. Cato would hand her the baby in his little hooded bath towel, all wet eyelashes and big blue eyes staring at her as his little baby hands just reached for her almost as quickly as she’d reach back for him. She’d absolutely insist she was just going to get him to sleep, then she’d be back to bed. Yet, every single night she’d end up padding across the short distance from his room to their own with him firmly asleep in her arms. She always insists that it is just simpler if he is with them, because really, where in the whole world could he be safer than between the people who brought him into it.  Cato always knew his part too, when he’d wordlessly just take the baby back from her so she could get into bed. That is exactly where his son would sleep, right there on his chest and in his arms, until hours into the night when the first slight noise he made had Clove pulling him over into her arms. They’d wordlessly, barely even consciously, pass him back and forth throughout the entire duration of the night. Neither mention it. Neither question it. It is their unspoken, unquestioned agreement. 

(Neither want to admit just how scared they are at the thought of him being anywhere but between them)

This is part two of that routine, where Clove and her son sit curled up in the corner of his bedroom, her knees tucked under her as she rocks with him in the oversized (for her, at least) recliner. She’s got him in the crook of her left arm, though her right hand comes around to brush her fingers over his still damp blonde hair on his head, her thumb coming to caress his full little cheek. They share the same fleecy blue blanket that she wraps around her own shoulders and covers her arms in, so that he too is protected from any sting of his first District Two winter that bites outside the window. 

Not that there was any real risk of feeling a winter sting; from the blanket to his mother’s arms to the little blue sleeper the color of his eyes to the well heated house that his father endures for the sake of his mother- he was never going to be cold. 

Cold he is not. Awake, however, he is. 

“You gotta go to sleep, sweetheart, come on..” Clove whispers, though there's a softness in her voice that is reserved for this little boy and this little boy alone.  “You had such a busy day, you have to be sleepy.” 

Busy is a bold descriptor, but he did have an exciting day for a six month old. The first real layer of snow had finally covered the District last night, an uncharacteristically late start in February. Cato had been nothing short of insistent that he got to take the baby out today. Even Clove, who watched from the warmth of the kitchen window, couldn’t look away from the identical smiles of her boys and the sweet baby giggles coming from her son. There was something about the way Cato dipped this baby down into the ground to toe at the snow, and the way he pulled his little feet up in delighted response, that made Clove almost want to brave the cold for them, too. 

Still, the day of discovery did not seem to make a dent in the energy level of Atlas Hadley, who was contently playing with the thin strap of Clove’s shirt, an entire little fist wrapped around the fabric. She shifts, just a little, so that he is less facing into her and more looking up at the rest of the room. She catches one of his hands, and brings it up to her lips to kiss his closed fist, which earns her the biggest, widest smile from the blond boy in her arms. 

And God, when he looks at her with the biggest, widest blue eyes in the world, as if she herself hung the stars in the sky? The only thing she can wonder is how the fuck she deserves him. 

She finds herself humming to him often, and now is no exception. She never full on sings, and she never will, but there's something just..instinctual about how simply it falls from her. She isn’t even sure where she learned it. Normally it works, too. A few minutes of humming and rocking in this chair and he was out, usually with his little cheek pressed flush against her skin. 

It’s always the same song, too, oddly enough. It just flows. She isn’t even sure where she heard it or picked it up from– probably Glimmer– but it does the job. 

Most nights, at least. 

Now, though, she’s still got those sky colored eyes just absolutely staring up at her, like something is so captivating he can’t bear to close his eyes and miss a moment.

“Whatcha looking at? Do you see the snow?” Clove twists her neck to look backwards, trying to glance over her shoulder out the window to see what could possibly be so enticing to her baby. It’s just a dark sky, not even moonlight within frame to have him so entranced.

 When she’s glancing out, beyond what her baby could see, she can see the thick blanket of snow draped over the trees and landscape. It’s involuntary, the chill that goes through her, when she sees the eerie stillness of snow in the darkness. 

She doesn’t mean to stretch out her fingers, rolling them out as if she is trying to keep them mobile and warm. She can’t help but do her best to wrap her little hands around her son, somehow managing to pull him closer as if she herself will be the final defense between him and an icy, frozen arena. 

It’s been what? Five..Six..Seven years since her games? Nearly a decade and that biting cold feeling just cannot leave her. 

“There’s no snow falling, what do you see, my love?” Clove tries again, this time shifting him in her arms so that his head is resting on her chest rather than her arms, hoping to distract him from whatever was keeping him so alert. 

Still, Atlas twists his little face so that he can still see hers, blinking up at her with the same lovey expression as before. She makes a confused face at him, eyebrows pinching together,  but just wraps her arms tighter, holding them both deeper in the warm embrace of their blanket. 

“I can’t blame him, all he wants to see is you.” Cato points out from where he now rests in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over the expanse of his bare chest. “I wouldn’t want to go to sleep either, if my other option was looking at you.” 

“And what are you staring at now, Cato?” Clove teases, letting one hand come to the back of her son’s head and strum rhythmic little circles over his hair. “You know you’re going to distract him..”

“Don’t mind me, I’m just admiring my work is all.” Cato grins, raking his eyes over Clove in the corner of the room, so effortlessly curled up around their only child. 

Clove, who was once a feral little girl with knives hidden in her socks, now just so delightfully different while maintaining everything that made him love her. 

“...your work? You’re admiring your work?” Clove raises a dark eyebrow, though her expression twists into something toeing the line between annoyance and adoration, an expression Cato knows all too well. 

“Hell yeah this is my work.” Cato gestures to the two of them with one hand and the most smug smile on his pretty face. “I did  make all of this happen so…my work.”

“You’re the worst sometimes,” Clove rolls her eyes, but doesn’t stop the rhythmic rocking of her son in her arms. “It’s our work, thank you very much.”

“Some of our best, honestly.” He agrees, but uses the arm that was reaching out to them to gesture back towards himself. “C’mere. I’m lonely across the hall.”

“He isn’t asleep yet..” She sighs, shaking her head lightly. “He’s got a staring problem like his dad.”

“Can’t blame the kid.” He holds out his other arm as he crosses the distance between them. “Hold on to him.”

“What are you-”

He slips one arm under her legs and the other behind her shoulders, “Just hold him. We’re going to bed.” Cato instructs, before he’s got her scooped up in his arms as if she weighed no more than a baby herself. 

“Cato! Be careful!” She shrieked, but curled into his chest as she had done thousands and thousands of times in her life. 

“You act like I’ve ever dropped you.”

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“No mama, no sleepy.” Stella Sanford shakes her little head, blonde ringlet curls brushing over her pajama clad shoulders with every move. Regardless of her pouting, and boy does she know how to tilt her little lips into a pout, she flops into her usual bedtime position with her head on her mother’s right arm. 

“Yes, Stella, you have to go to sleep. You can’t wake up for your birthday if you don’t go to sleep first.” Glimmer tries softly, bringing her arm up to wrap around Stella, twisting her fingers through the ends of her soft baby blonde hair. She’d remain here until Marvel came upstairs, when she’d effortlessly roll right into his arms for the rest of the night. A baby for each of them to hold– well, toddlers now. “And Sissy’s already sleeping, she’s going to get to have her birthday too…”

“No sleepy,” Comes from the muffled voice of Aurelia on her chest, who doesn’t even lift her head to see her mother or her twin sister, instead keeping her face buried in her favorite pink blanket the three of them fell asleep under every night. “Sing song, mama?”

“You already got your sing song, baby.”  She soothes, brushing her hand over the back of her baby soft pajamas, the tips of her fingers tracing the tiniest little shapes on the top of her back. “And your story, and another book, and your kisses..”

“P-eeease, mama?” Stella flutters her long eyelashes at her mother, resting her chin right on her chest next to her twin. “one sing song.”

“One sing song.” Aurelia chimes in, one of her little hands escaping her blankets and coming up to touch her mother’s face gently. “Pease?”

Glimmer audibly sighs, grabbing Aurelia’s little hand and kissing her open palm, using her other hand to pull Stella closer. They’re just her babies, babies who were two years old as of early tomorrow morning, how could she tell them no? 

Especially now, when the days of them holding onto her and sleeping in her arms are slipping away so quickly? 

“What sing song do you want? You can’t have the birthday one until tomorrow-”

“No words sing song.” Aurelia explains, twisting a hundred and eighty degrees in her mother’s arms so that she can face her sister now too. 

“...no words…baby, that's not a song?” Glimmer tries, taking the opportunity  to spread their pink blanket out over the three of them, now equally covering both Stella and Aurelia where they would sleep until Marvel was done with birthday set up. 

“No words sing song!” Stella agrees with an enthusiastic nod, her little nose scrunching up with her smile in an expression she most definitely did not inherit from her mother. “Like this!” 

Glimmer watches with a bemused smile as Stella tries to demonstrate her request, with little furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. It’s adorable, almost to the point that Glimmer forgets her girl is trying to show her something. 

“...oh you want me to hum you a song? That’s not singing, silly girlies.” 

“Hum song.” Stella outright demands this time, resting her little hands on her chin expectantly. “Do the hum song, mama.”

“...the hum song?” Glimmer mumbles, trying to rack through her brain for whatever specific song they mean. There’s the one that comes to mind, though she isn’t sure why or where she learned it. Then again, there aren’t words, it’s only a hummable song. 

“Okay. I’ll do the hum  song, but you gotta cloooose your eyes.” Glimmer instructs, moving her arms intentionally so that they are both individually cradled in an arm, although they are far bigger than the infant babies she brought home in this position two years ago.

 “Goodnight Aurelia-” She starts, leaning down to kiss the top of her far more reserved child’s head, her lips lingering for just a moment as she soaks in the time she gets to share alone with them. “Goodnight Stella..I love you both so so much.” 

“Nigh-nigh mama, loves you” Stella announces contentedly, curling up into her mother’s side dutifully, before peaking one green eye up and over at her sister. “Nigh-nigh sissy.”

“Night-night sissy.” Aurelia declares, wiggling her little pink nails (an early birthday fun day gift from Auntie Cashy) out for Stella’s matching ones (and match Cashmere and Glimmer’s, too of course). “Love mama.”

As she hums to her girls, Glimmer watches closely. She notices how Stella’s hand reaches up to hold on to Aurelia’s, and her heart catches in her throat. She can’t help but remember the very first time she held the two of them together, how her girls who never knew anything but each other, reached only for each other within the first moments of their lives. She was not a twin herself, but there was something otherworldly about the bond between her children, beyond anything she’d ever get to know. Even now, almost two years to the day since they were born, they still fall asleep every night holding each other’s little hands. As it was right now, it was almost always intentional. Just two halves of the same soul, always reaching for the piece that completes them.

Glimmer never takes advantage of how lucky she is to have the children that she does, what a miracle it is that she gets to be their mother. 

She never forgets just how deeply loved her daughters are, by so many people beyond herself, either. 

Now, for example. Her sister and brother were adamantly downstairs helping her husband decorate for the girl’s second birthday, with no fewer than 730 pastel balloons to blow up and intentionally place around the first floor. It is arguably the least sexy, most unromantic way for her sister to spend the eve of Valentine's day, something Cashmere most definitely would point out to her later. Fortunately the seven pm bedtime of the twins meant they would be finished decorating before Cashmere was even due to start her skincare. 

The point being, Cashmere and Gloss didn’t have to be here. These twins are not their children, they have no responsibility to them, and yet here they are. 

Not to forget that Marvel, the sweet sweet man that he is, would most certainly come up with a gift for her. Claiming that, yes it was the girls’ birthday, but it was her who physically birthed them into the world and that she deserved as much recognition as they did. 

There's something remarkable about him as a husband and as a father that almost, just almost, makes her think about risking a boy for just one more child to watch him raise. While she likes to think that she was born to be a mother, it cannot be denied that he wanted those girls just as badly as she did. 

She can physically feel Aurelia fall asleep on top of her, when any tension in her little body just releases at once and she fully gives into the embrace of her mother. Stella never takes long after Aurelia, though it is far more subtle to hear her breathing pattern even out so distinctly.

Two entire years of this being her life, two years of big green eyes staring at her, two years of “mama” in high pitched little voices, two years of little humans who trusted her for everything they could ever need. 

She isn’t sure she’ll ever get used to this being her real life, as if she will ever accept it as anything more than the dream it feels like. 

It’s unbelievable to her, that this is the life she gets to live.That somehow, after everything, she has been granted this chance. It feels beyond a dream to have one daughter who prefers strawberry jelly over grape, or another daughter who cries if her bubbles in her bathtub pop. What a privilege it is to sort little socks embroidered with A’s and S’s, to have two of every set of pajamas and every tutu. 

It’s nothing short of a dream, nothing short of a miracle, that Glimmer even survived long enough to be a mother at all. 

Marvel moves so quietly that she doesn’t even hear him come into the room, and is only alerted to his presence by the shift of the other side of the bed when he sits on their shared bed.

She pauses her mindless humming, glancing up over at him with a soft smile on her face. She notices something speckled on the thin fabric of his white shirt, but pays very little attention to it as he so carefully slides into bed beside her with a well practiced agility that only comes from long dedication to not waking the girls with a shift in the mattress. 

“Don’t stop on my account.” He defends, leaning over oh so carefully to kiss her on the cheek without disturbing the freshly sleeping toddlers in her arms. “Balloons, streamers, and the special birthday plates are set up. Your sister did tell me I’m ruining her valentines day because I said she couldn’t come wake them up to give them their first present. She’ll get over it.”

Glimmer gives him the softest smile as his hands thread under Stella, expertly pulling her to his side of the bed where she would sleep incredibly soundly for the rest of the night . As if to illustrate her thoughts, her baby curled right up against her father, burying her face in the fabric of his shirt. She’s paying such close attention there to his side, that it dawns on her exactly what the speckles on his shirt are. 

She reaches out to grab the white fabric, and the deep maroon blossoming along his side confirms exactly what she suspected. “Are you….bleeding?!” 

“Oh! Yeah! It’s nothing! Just your brother and the staple gun! No harm done!” Marvel brushes off, grabbing the free edge of the pink blanket and dragging it over him too. He offers her a comforting smile, grabbing at her hand. “Hey. Glim. I’m fine. Seriously. Your brother started thinking a bit too much about why we were decorating and how the girls came to be, and you know how he gets! He’s just..protective of you. He’ll get over it one day. Or he won’t, and he’ll try to kill me one day a year every year for the next twenty. Either way, I can take it. And probably deserve it a little.”

“He does not get to hurt you,” Glimmer warns, shaking her head in firm but loving disapproval. “I’m a big girl, and I made my decision. And I would make that choice over and over and over again. And I will remind him of that tomorrow.” She shifts closer, as far as she can without the risk of waking Aurelia in her arms. “They don’t get to act like they’re number one aunt and uncle and then act like that towards you. It’s infuriating” She mumbles, taking the chance to move just a few inches closer, unable to fully close the gap between them. “You don’t deserve that.”

“It’s okay, Glimmer, I can take it. They don’t mean anything by it. Besides…maybe they’re just jealous.”  He does his part to shift closer  too, leaving just enough space between them for the girls to move to. “‘Cause I got two of these,” he gestures to the sleeping twins, pulling Stella up to sleep on his chest, mirroring Aurelia on her mother’s. “And they don’t have any. And I get a you, Glimmer. They can say whatever they want, because really, I won.”

“Yeah, well, my sister doesn’t pay attention to anything but her own reflection, and my brother is her lapdog. I wouldn’t want to be them, either.” 

“Especially not Cashmere, she’s got Enobaria with those teeth-” Marvel jokes, earning him a little nudge from Glimmer. 

“God don’t bring that up, there are some things I don’t need to picture–”

“Hey, that’s just mentally picturing. I have actual proof of the things I've done with their sister.” He teases, pointing between the sleeping blondes in their arms. “We don’t need them to like it. We just need them to help blow up balloons once a year. They like the girls, that’s what matters.”

Glimmer feels like her heart physically hurts in the center of her chest, when she looks up and sees the way he just looks at her with such love and dedication in those blue eyes. Blue eyes she wishes were reflected in one of her daughters, sometimes, if for no other reason than how much she selfishly loves them. “....I love you.”

“I love me, too.” Marvel teases, before catching her face in his hand. “I love you, more than anything. And I’m really glad we accidentally pulled off this two for one special thing, because we have really, really cool kids.” 

And for all the anxiety, the uncertainty, the discomfort, the stress, and the downright fear that came with the time leading up to the birth of her children… she wouldn’t have it any other way. After it all.. she’d go through every single moment all over again if she meant she held her daughters at the end of it. “...they’re the best.” 

“You’re the best.” He promises, finally just slipping his arm around her hips and pulling her closer, damned with keeping space for now. He pauses, and shakes his head for a moment as if he just remembered something. “That song you were humming when I came in..they ask for the no words sing song alllll the time…where the hell did that even come from?”

“Absolutely no idea.”

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“Good morning.”  Glimmer’s raspy, sleep-addled voice in the doorway would have jolted Clove awake had it not been for the fact she had already been wide awake the majority of the night and into the early morning. She stands in the doorway with hair in two frizzy braids that are passively untwisting and oversized sweatshirt with sleeves that cover her hands, and the way she is rubbing at her eyes with said sleeves make her look nothing short of an oversized toddler coming to her mother for comfort in the middle of the night. 

Except Glimmer is a twenty five year old woman and Clove is not her mother. 

“Can I get in bed?” Glimmer murmurs, though it is nothing more than a formality as she is already pulling up the comforter on the opposite end of the bed from Clove and sliding one leg in. “Ew, this is Cato’s side, I don’t want to lay in these sheets, I know what goes on here-” She scrunches up her nose, but plops her head down on his pillow anyway.

“The sheets are clean-ish. Nothing is going down in this bed for a long fucking time. Fuck, what time is it–” She twists her head to look over at Glimmer, who is making herself plenty comfortable in Clove’s bed. Clove on the other hand is half sitting, half leaning, with her neck just slightly propped up by the pillows. Most importantly is her baby, all of five (six, now) days old, scrunched up on her chest, but incredibly safe and protected in the arms of his mother. She ceases her humming, some old song she can’t seem to get out of her head, before stifling her own yawn into her son’s hair. “What are you doing here? Did Cato send you to come babysit me?”

“It’s five forty two in the morning. Five forty five is the morning workout start time for you district two psychopaths apparently. Enobaria and Brutus are downstairs with Cato, they’re going down to the basement.” Glimmer stifles a yawn with the edge of the blanket, rolling onto her right side so that she is facing Clove, though her eyes are barely even half open to support her argument that she’s awake. “Huh? No it wasn’t Cato. I’m not even babysitting you per say–just keeping you company while everyone else works out- okay, Enobaria came into my room and pulled me out of bed by my ankle and said I had to come sit with you. Not that I mind!”

“Do they think i’m a fucking baby and can’t watch myself?” Clove snaps, wiggling so that she too is laying flat on her back next to Glimmer. It had been six days– how the hell was she going to do this for eighteen years- and the lack of sleep had gotten to her. It’s not a foreign sensation, they had deprived them of sleep plenty of times during games training and even at the hands of Snow in the capitol…but back then the only person she had to keep alive was herself. Not a whole new needy, helpless human being. “What do they think I'm going to do? Throw him at a target to strengthen my arm?”

“I think they’re more worried about you trying to workout six days after you had a baby come out of you. “ Glimmer explains, stifling yet another yawn into her borrowed pillow. “Not that i’m saying you would-”

“Fuck, Glim, I’m not working out. I can barely walk, it feels like he literally ripped me in half and he might have! I don’t know! I don’t care to find out! I’m pretty sure I'm literally stitched back together!” Clove shakes her head quickly, blinking back the wet feeling in her eyes she doesn’t know whether to attribute to exhaustion or hormonal instability. “...Glimmer everything hurts. It hurts and I can’t do anything and all I do is lay in this bed with this baby and try to pretend that everything is fine but Glimmer it hurts.” 

Glimmer takes the moment to prop herself up on her elbow, recognizing the need to feel more present for her friend. “...of course it hurts, Clove. He’s huge. You are not. It hurts even when they’re little.”

“Yeah, well you had two at the same time, of course that hurt,” Clove insists, but uses the chance to pull her son up closer to her face, where she can continue to place kisses on his head and try to keep him asleep. “It hurts and I can’t tell Cato that because he’ll absolutely freak out or think i’m dramatic or something and I just don’t need that right now-”

“Clove..do you think he doesn’t know? Like he’s dumb but he isn’t that dumb.” Glimmer tries, giving just the slightest eye roll. “He’s constantly worried about you. He texted Marvel seventeen –and I counted– times the day you had the baby telling him he was afraid you were going to die, Clove. He’s stupid but he absolutely can read you like a book.”

“Yeah, well I thought I was dying too, Glimmer!”  She bites back, tension and something else crawling into her tone. “I’ve been in multiple near death experiences, and you know what, it was the only time I had ever actually been scared of it!” 

“But you didn’t! And he’s here and he’s okay and you are okay. You deserve to take care of yourself, too, Clove. I know he’s important and all, but so are you…”

“I am taking care of myself, clearly I'm laying up here in bed all useless while everyone else gets to go actually do something for themselves. And God, Glimmer, this baby wakes up all night and he’s already asleep on me so I just take care of him and I love him and I wouldn’t change a thing but I look at Cato who looks so fucking peaceful and well rested and I want to kill him.” Clove’s breathing and speaking speeds up as she rambles, borderline pushing herself to a meltdown. “I love him. He offers to get up with me, and he does, but he’s just…useless to this baby right now. So he sits up and stares at me as his version of moral support. But it isn’t helping!”

“Oh! Absolutely! I remember one time I woke up in the middle of the night, and I was so tired, and I looked down and I had Stella in one arm and Aurelia in the other and I looked over and Marvel was just..out. And all I wanted was to just slit his throat. After that I started making him wake up all night, too. Which…they’re pretty useless but it makes you feel less alone. You’re the only person in the world who can take care of that baby, Clove, and it’s lonely and it’s hard but when he’s like a year old and all he wants is you, it’s the best feeling in the world”  Glimmer sits up just a little, holding both her hands out and making a gesture towards herself. “Give me the baby.”

“What? No, he’s fine–” Clove shakes her head rapidly, both her hands wrapping around his little back, holding him somehow closer to herself. 

“Clove. You’re exhausted. More than I’ve ever seen you, and that's saying something, considering we literally went through Hunger Games together. You came back from literal capital torture looking less tired. Give me the baby.”  She once again waves both hands towards herself. “Do you trust me?”

“Well yeah of course I trust you, it’s just not your job to take him.” Clove insists, shaking her head firmly, but glances sideways down at her baby. “It’s my responsibility to take care of him.”

“Clove. Give me the baby. I swear I won’t leave this bed. Give me this baby and take a nap.” Glimmer all but demands, shuffling her body to sit up a little more properly. She shoves her hands closer to the baby, patiently waiting in that position. “Let me help you. It’s what I'm here for.”

“You’re here so I don’t go try to do a sit up.” Clove hesitates, but finally acquiesced and slides her fingers under her son’s chest, lifting her son so that she can look at his sleepy face before gently hovering him closer to Glimmer. 

“You don’t have the core strength for a sit up right now, who are you kidding.” Glimmer flashes the baby a bright smile, all but abandoning her exhaustion as she pulls him into her arms. “Hey little buddy!” She coos at him, holding his head in one hand and his body with the length of her opposite arm. “You’re still such a cutie, even though you look like your dad!” 

Clove somehow looks both visibly more tense as she rolls on her side to face Glimmer, and also more relaxed at the same time. “He’s got a cute dad, of course he’s cute.” 

“Isn’t it annoying that you did all the work and he looks like him though?” She points out, gently shushing the baby as she bounces him just slightly in her arms. “I wouldn’t know what that’s like, obviously.”

“I wouldn't want him any other way.” She half mumbles, reaching her top hand up to hold on to his little body, despite the fact Glimmer is plenty capable of taking care of him. She sees the skeptical look from Glimmer, and gives her a tired half-scowl. “Leave me alone, I’ve been touching him in some way for like..ten months.”

“You’re just so maternal it’s cute.”  Glimmer grins, wiggling down so that she is laying more parallel to Clove. “He’s safe, Clove. I’ll wake you if he needs you. I promise.” 

Clove rolls her eyes to make a point, but her eyes do not bother re-opening for Glimmer to notice. 

Glimmer of course notices, particularly when Clove’s hand goes fully limp on top of the baby. She laughs to herself, never out loud in fear of waking Clove who barely wants to sleep as is, as Clove slips in and out of deep sleep, occasionally humming something over and over even while unconscious. 

“You’ve got a good mama, Atlas. Be good for her, okay?” Glimmer whispers to the tiny blond boy– okay, not tiny in compared to the actual tiny babies she herself made. “Your dad though, you can scream at him all you want.”

This is how Cato finds them an hour later, when he comes up stairs and sees Glimmer in his bed. Clove’s practically curled up in Glimmer’s side, her hand resting on top of the baby, though otherwise she is dead to the world.  

“Go home, Blondie, you’re in my spot.” Cato demands, holding a low-slung towel on his hips, nodding his head towards the door. “And don’t get any ideas about taking my kid with you.”

“Jealous, I'm in bed with your wife?” Glimmer taunts, but gives a firm shake of her head. “You can have her back after you make me breakfast, as a ‘sorry you had to come over at 5 am’ treat.”

“You act like you mind it. You’re getting to hold a new baby without any responsibilities.” Cato runs a hand through his wet hair, before dragging it down the side of his face. He struggles to get out the words ‘thank you,’ but it’s understood when he rubs at the back of his neck and asks. “Do you want me to wake Marvel to make waffles or wake Marvel to make french toast.”

“Mmm, I was actually hoping for an egg white omelet?” Glimmer scrunches her nose in a semi pout, sticking out her bottom lip playfully. 

“Can he make that?”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Great. He’s making french toast then.”

It becomes a daily pattern for the next month and a half. 

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It is literal years before anyone thinks about the song for more than a few seconds, other than long enough to remember to start singing it. 

“Did you learn that song from Cashmere?” Clove asks from her spot at the kitchen island, sitting on her barstool as she stirs a bowl of ice cream and sprinkles in her hand. It had been her favorite treat for the duration of her second– and final– pregnancy, but usually she had a blonde boy breathing down her neck for a bite. She takes the moment to enjoy her snack in peace– without her husband or toddler demanding she share with the same pouty face and wide blue eyes.

Sometimes she felt like she married a child and then went and made him an identical, miniature version of himself to be his new best friend. 

Enobaria crinkles her eyebrows, her face twisting from bemusement at the dark haired little girl in her arms, to actual irritation. “Did you lose your mind when this one came out?” She holds up the tiny baby girl, swimming in the little sleeper that her brother once barely fit in, as if for emphasis. “She’s been here for three days, you can’t blame her anymore.”

Three days which Enobaria has had to hear every night from Cashmere on the phone back in District One, are the longest three days she’s had in years. 

Enobaria couldn’t leave her brand new three day old niece any faster than Cashmere was willing to leave her ten day old one.

“What! I learned it from Glimmer I think. I dunno. It always puts Atlas to sleep, Sevina doesn’t seem to care about it yet.” Clove shrugs, glancing past Enobaria to catch a glimpse of her two year old son, being chased around the pool by his father. “I just assumed if I learned it from her, you learned it from Cash too-”

“Clove, that song is old District Two. I’m talking before the first war level old.” Enobaria explains, before her attention is brought right back down to the tiny girl in her arms. She never knew Clove at this age, but she can’t stop herself from wondering if this was exactly what it had been like to hold her. 

“How would I know it then?”

 “Because you were once a toddler who didn’t sleep and I was a desperate teenager.”

[star-mum]

Gar and Jason with a Physically Affectionate!Reader

A/N: I was going to do the whole team but I got overwhelmed 🫠 as always I’ll pepper in the fact that I’m brazilian, platonic physical affection is very common here and since it’s not in the US – culturally at least – and these bitches are all emotionally constipated and touch starved, i thought their reactions to casual touches might be ! I also based these headcanons – mostly – on how my friends and I treat each other ! 

This kinda morphed into a different thing altogether as I wrote it but anyways, Im tagging @pinkchubbiebunnie (i was itching to just send you this undone the whole time) and @trice-divergent (you’re literally watching me type this out – creep – but thank you for helping me with the older Titans, I was struggling)

Garfield Logan:

the most physically affectionate out all of the Titans, and even so that’s not saying much -> they’re all a little touch starved

He’s normally the one who offers up hugs when needed, who initiates it 

I feel like only giving/getting hugs when things are bad would condition him a little to only expect that when shitty things are happening 

So he’s very confused — but pleasantly so — when reader just offers physical affection when good things happen and sometimes just because

Ranges from simple almost impersonal stuff like “hey good job at training” hi-fives to really sweet tender moments like holding his hand, caressing his face or cuddling for movie nights or when one — or both — of them can’t sleep

Let's assume you’re not yet in a relationship: he’s so flustered ALL. THE. TIME. Always finds excuses to be near you so you’ll be able to touch him, weather that’d be lightly slapping his arm when you’re talking about something you excited about, booping his nose whenever he looks too serious

For PDA I think Gar actually really likes it, as long as it's tasteful, you know? 

Like holding hands? Yes! Please hold his hand when going out or during movie nights or just whenever ! 

Holding onto his arm and/or leaning on him during team meetings or when waiting in line for something? He always gets so giddy when ppl can see how much you like being near him

Hugging/cuddling/cradling his face —> please do! It calms him down, also just feels nice to both be so casually close and feeling wanted in front of other ppl (like you’re not embarrassed or ashamed of him) 

Jason Todd:

he honestly looks like he’d bite your hand off if you tried to touch him

Is dealing with that weird period of being touch starved -> loathes being touched x craves physical affection

Would for sure say some awful fuck boy shit if you keep touching his arms to get his attention, I cringe just thinking about it (i crave him)

if you’re not dating, whenever a touch is a little too tender and sweet he’d feel the need to compensate or hide how much it made his heart race with some either mean or flirty bullshit 

if you are in a relationship though, i feel like the flirting would get so much worst -> the team hates you – not really – every time another “babe” comes out of his mouth, fake gags can be heard all throughout the Tower

PDA = he’s gross, terrible, disgusting – i must have him –  really doesn't care who is/isn't around will be as touchy as he feels like

definitely gets a habit of slapping your ass, its not even a sexual thing – for the most part – but the first time it happens in one of the common areas the room gets deadly silent →I don't know who’d be more mad about it, you or one of the grown adults who have just been subjected to that

Extra - Platonic Team Reactions (i had some of these already written down so why not)

Rachel Roth:

she really likes to give her friends hugs !!

too shy and nervous to make anyone uncomfortable so she rarely goes for it tho : /

I think she’s always cold – like her hands are always a bit cold – so I also think she’d like holding hands, specially if your hands are more warm then not

tired and sleepy always – her powers seem tiring – so can and will just take a nap on your shoulders whenever, it's pretty impressive actually

Conner Kent:

he’s just an overgrown toddler, you honor → feel like once you start with the hi-fives or fist bumps, he gets too used to it to stop or question it

“yes, this pasta definitely requires a fist bump, you're absolutely right”

the embodiment of “if i run and leap at Terry right now he'd definitely catch me in his arms” → you tried this once !! no one managed to get the coffee stains off the carpet after that : D

Miscellaneous:

Kory Anders: not one to initiate physical contact but that doesn't mean she dislikes it; due to her powers, i assume her skin is always warm -> so if you’re cold – like Rachel – she really doesn't mind holding your hand so you feel better 

Dick Grayson: awkward dad mode engaged; not used to it at all – thanks Bruce, father of the fucking year – but i can see him resorting to those awkward head pats (Jeff to Annie in Community), starts with him not knowing what to do to it kinda becoming his thing 

Hank Hall: definitely the type to give shoulder like taps/slap dad’s do when they are proud of you, completely underestimates his own strength tho → they don't hurt !! but if you're distracted/not expecting you’ll definitely be thrown out of balance a little; other than that I don't see him initiating much, but if you need/ask for a hug he’ll definitely provide !! 

Dawn Granger: mom friend ? Mom friend ! Gives the nicest hugs and somehow always knows when you need one; head pats but they're not awkward like when Dick does it

Donna Troy: I don’t think she’s very touchy ! doesn't mind if you need a hug or something, but she’s definitely not one to initiate or seek it

[xoxiu]

twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 08

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

The end of the day was drawing near, and Jin was too anxious to properly function. Everyone except Jin, Yoongi, and Namjoon were called in for a drug exchange involving a very unpredictable client who had a tendency to skip out on his payments. Not long after that, Ophelia started to gain confidence, considering that the majority of her captors were now gone. She became much more stubborn to the point where she even ended up punching Namjoon in the nose.

"We have to drug her again, Jin," Namjoon said, talking quietly so the child in question wouldn't be able to hear them. She was currently in time-out, sitting in the corner of the kitchen where she was previously this morning. 

"No, I don't want to," Jin replied, running a hand through his hair. "I want her to have at least the freedom of movement. She can relax more that way."

The couple turned around to look at Ophelia, who was quietly sitting with her head leaning against the wall. Jin would most likely have to put her to bed soon after her time in the corner was done- it was long past her bedtime. Jin sighed before speaking again.

"She hasn't eaten at all today, Joon. Nor has she used her diaper or taken-"

"Shh," Namjoon cut him off, "Don't stress about that. Give it time- it's only been a day."

Checking that 10 minutes has passed (and also that it was half past 11, they'd really better get Ophelia to bed soon), Namjoon approached the sleepy girl in the corner and gently picked her up. "Can you say sorry for hurting Appa?"

Silence.

Namjoon only sighed before looking towards Seokjin, but still speaking to Ophelia. "I bet you're hungry, baby. Do you want Eomma or Appa to feed you?"

Silence yet again. 

"Come here, sweetie. Eomma will get you ready for bed while Appa makes you a bottle." Jin took Ophelia from Namjoon and slowly rocked her and hummed a song. Poor thing was too tired to give her usual fuss at being held.

Ophelia was dozed off when Jin entered the nursery, so changing her into her pajamas was much easier than changing her out of them earlier that day. He currently had her on his lap, rocking back and forth in the rocking chair next to her crib. The door opened and Jin expected his boyfriend to enter with the bottle so he could finally put Ophelia to sleep, but Yoongi walked in instead.

"She's finally calmed down?" He cooed, running his hand through the mess of pink hair. Seokjin hummed in agreement, bouncing the girl on his lap slightly to ensure she doesn't fall into a deep sleep just yet.

"She was calm most of the afternoon, only a little fuss before bedtime," Seokjin raised an eyebrow at the shorter blond, "Of course, you would've known that if you left your computer."

"Hey," Yoongi tried defending himself, "I'm the only one here that works 24/7. Give me a break." Seokjin rolled his eyes right as Namjoon walked into the room.

"I'm going to take a shower and head to bed," Namjoon said, handing the bottle over to Jin, "She doesn't have to drink it all- she's pretty tired out." Namjoon bent down to press a kiss to the top of Ophelia's head and then one to Jin's lips before leaving the room. Right before he left, he turned to Yoongi, "You should get some sleep, too. You and Tae are going to be the only ones home in the morning, and you're not sleeping in until noon and leaving Taehyung alone with Ophelia the entire time."

Yoongi followed Namjoon out of the nursery with an "Alright, I'll wake up at eleven," which promptly got him a playful smack on the head from the younger. Seokjin chuckled softly before placing his attention back on Ophelia. 

"Daddy's silly, isn't he?" Jin bounced her again, resulting in a whine from Ophelia who only wanted to sleep. Jin cooed at the sleepy girl, giving a kiss to her head as well. "You can sleep after your bottle, okay, bug?"

Once the bottle in question was brought to Ophelia's attention, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, wanting anything but the bottle near her lips. In her weak and tired state, Jin was easily able to move her hand back down to her lap. "None of that, baby," Jin whispered as he put the nipple between Ophelia's lips, facing only minimal resistance.

Frustrated tears formed in the corners of her eyes; Ophelia just wanted to sleep and have this nightmare end already. Her stomach sabotaged her, and soon she found herself frantically drinking the vanilla flavored milk. Jin's hand not holding the bottle started stroking Ophelia's hair, making Ophelia tense up slightly.

After a few more minutes the bottle was empty, and Ophelia was back on the brink of sleep. Jin continued to gently rock back and forth before placing her in the crib, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

Taehyung was too excited to sleep. He woke up at 5 in the morning hoping that Ophelia would be awake only to have his hopes crushed when he saw her still fast asleep on the baby monitor. For the next two hours, Taehyung went back and forth from trying to sleep to checking the monitor.

By 7, everyone except Yoongi and Taehyung had left for work. Taehyung took this as the perfect opportunity to wake Ophelia up and get her ready for the fun day the two of them had ahead of them. Entering the nursery, he almost had a heart attack at the sight of Ophelia cuddled in her blankets with her stuffies surrounding her, dressed in a brown bear footed onesie. It got rather cold that night, but Ophelia looked warm and cozy under her pile of blankets. 

"Baby," Taehyung cooed, "It's time to wake up." He picked up the sleepy girl with a smile while Ophelia whined, wanting to go back to sleep. Before she could fully wake up, Taehyung quickly changed her diaper and put her in day clothes- a yellow and red striped shirt and overalls. 

"You are so cute!" Taehyung squealed, covering Ophelia's face with kisses. When he pulled back, he was met with an angry scowl, which he still thought was adorable.

Taehyung picked Ophelia back up, and immediately Ophelia dug her sharp nails into his arms. "Ow!" Taehyung let out an overexaggerated hiss of pain, "Lia! That hurts!" When Ophelia refused to stop the assault, Taehyung placed her back in the crib. Looking down at his arm, he noticed blood was starting the form on the crescent-shaped scars. Ophelia, however, showed no remorse, and laid herself back down and wrapped a blanket around herself. 

"That wasn't very nice, baby," Taehyung said, bending down to make eye contact with the girl. "Say you're sorry and then we can go eat some yummy pancakes."

Ophelia was quiet for a moment, carefully observing Taehyung's face. She could apologize and get on with her day, but that was the last thing she wanted. 

"Fuck off."

Taehyung sighed, desperately wanting her to apologize so nothing would escalate. "Do I have to go wake up Daddy? He won't be too happy to hear that his little girl is being bratty so early in the morning."

"Fuck off." Ophelia rolled facing away from Taehyung now, further swaddling herself in the pink blanket. She no longer cared about how 'Daddy' felt.

Without a word, Taehyung left the nursery. He didn't plan on waking up Yoongi- he wasn't that stupid- but instead wanted Ophelia to sit and calm herself down. He went downstairs and sat on the couch, playing games on his phone to pass the time. A door slamming upstairs caught his attention, and he immediately ran back up the stairs. 

The first thing he saw was the door to the nursery wide open, and Tae started to panic. Just to make sure, he quickly checked to confirm whether or not Ophelia had left the room. The crib was empty, and there was no sign of the girl. 

Taehyung began checking every room upstairs but still couldn't find Ophelia. The only room he hadn't checked was Yoongi and Jimin's room, but the chances of her being in there were slim since Yoongi still resided in there. Just to make sure, Taehyung tried turning the knob, only to find it locked. 

The door to the library opened, and Taehyung saw a flash of pink hair fly down the stairs. Taehyung was certain he looked in there- how could he not have seen her? After a moment of confusion, the taller man ran after her until she locked herself in the bathroom.

Tae kept pulling at the handle in hopes it would magically open, and loudly cursed when it wouldn't budge. "Lia," he pleaded, resting his forehead on the door, "Please open up." He could hear through the door Ophelia's shuddering breaths, indicating she was crying. 

On the other side of the door, Ophelia curled herself into a ball in the corner of the large bathroom. She honestly didn't know what happened in the past half hour, but the more she dwelled on the threat of 'Daddy' dealing with her behavior, the more she remembered the last time he had dealt with it as well. She tried her best to convince herself it was all a sick joke, but then remembered how much it had hurt, and how embarrassing it was, and how much she just wanted to go home. 

The feeling in her legs had thankfully returned enough for her to run for her life basically, and explore the house she was imprisoned in just enough to find an exit or hiding place. Thankfully she was small, so she could fit almost anywhere. It was a surprise, however, when Taehyung had walked right past her hiding under the computer desk as if he wasn't actually looking for her. 

Once the knocking and talking outside the bathroom stopped, Ophelia didn't know whether to stop panicking or panic even harder. Her brain just felt so overwhelmed, and her tears had a mind of their own at this point. 

Even though she hated it, Ophelia wanted to be back home. She would take the insults and beer bottles thrown at her over whatever her current situation was any day. Although she often cried and complained over having to play mom over Rose, she missed how the baby would calm down whenever she so much as heard Ophelia's voice. She was essentially that baby's whole world, and now she was gone. Ophelia couldn't imagine how Rose was currently being treated, but only hoped that her brother had the sense to take her and leave the house immediately. Ophelia felt guilty for leaving them to fend for themselves.

Taehyung had given up trying to get Ophelia to open the door herself, and resorted to calling Seokjin to see what he should do. 

"Calm down, Taehyung-ah," Seokjin said, trying to calm down the panicking man, "Go get Yoongi and see what he can do. I'll try to be home by noon."

Taking Seokjin's advice, Taehyung went to wake Yoongi up. After knocking, the still half-asleep man opened the door with a glare, almost daring Taehyung to say something.

"Hyung, Ophelia locked herself in the bathroom and I don't know-" Yoongi cut him off with a groan, saying he'd be down in a minute. 

Taehyung went back to sit in front of the bathroom door, feeling like a failure. 

Taehyung still felt dejected even after Yoongi had pried the door open. He felt more pain than Ophelia did as he heard the loud spanks from inside the bathroom, tearing up himself as her cries echoed throughout the house. 

Yoongi still had her in his arms as he made her bottle, gently shushing her when her sobs started to increase. Since her punishment had ended a while ago, Taehyung knew the sobs now were from whatever was going through the little's head. Taehyung hesitantly entered the kitchen, and Ophelia briefly looked up at him from where she was previously hiding her face in Yoongi's shoulder. When her puffy red eyes still glassy with tears met his own, he almost wanted to break down crying. 

Turning around, Yoongi noticed Taehyung's discomfort and concern over the little in his arms. "She's fine, Tae." He confirmed, rubbing her back soothingly. "My little one's always calm and well-behaved after a spanking, isn't she?" Ophelia let out a cough in return. Taehyung was concerned she'd make herself sick from crying so much. 

"Does she... need anything?" 

Yoongi hummed in thought, bouncing Ophelia in his arms when she started fussing slightly. "Maybe her pacifier will settle her a bit after her bottle." 

Taehyung walked away to retrieve the item, with the older man adding on as he left, "Make sure you grab the strap as well."

[drpeppertummy]

sending gray off to marianne bc im mean. but tbh . sunnys really the only one whos any fun for her to play with

[hunger, semi-willing stuffing]

It was late at night, and Gray sat alone in the diner booth, sleepily pondering over the extensive menu. He'd almost gone straight home after the long day of work, desperate to collapse into bed and fall asleep, but his hungry belly had been persuasive, and, knowing he didn't have the energy to cook, he'd decided to stop by the diner. He was the only customer in the place, and it was quiet apart from the soft voice of P@tsy Cline coming through the fuzzy old speakers. Gray yawned. The menu felt like a novel, and his tired eyes refused to focus on it. His belly rumbled.

"Sounds like you're ready for a midnight snack," teased the waitress, and Gray looked up, blushing. "What can I get you tonight, big guy?"

"Um…" Gray glanced back at the menu, uncertain. The waitress--Marianne, according to her name tag--watched for a moment, amused, as his eyes darted helplessly over the menu.

"It's a lot to look at," she chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Mind if I recommend something?"

"Sure," he agreed. Between being unbelievably sleepy and unbelievably shy, his low voice was nearly inaudible. Smiling, Marianne leaned over his shoulder to look at the menu. Gray remained frozen as she pondered for a moment, then tapped on one of the pictures with a long painted nail.

"How about a nice big bowl of fettuccine Alfredo? That'll fill that hungry belly up nicely," she suggested. Meekly, he nodded, and she gave his shoulder an approving pat before standing up straight again.

"Now, that comes with a soup and a salad…"

The pasta came with two sides--Gray had decided on a baked potato and mac and cheese--and, following an ill-timed bit of input from his hungry stomach, Marianne had talked him into not only upgrading the size of the soup but adding an appetizer as well. He wasn't sure whether any of that had been a good idea--he had a big appetite, but he wasn't a bottomless pit--but he'd always been a pushover, and he found it difficult to say no to the assertive waitress. He was absolutely starving, though, and it would be good to have leftovers, so he supposed it would be alright.

It wasn't long before Marianne returned with the salad and a steaming bowl of clam chowder. Gray thanked her quietly as she set the dishes down, and his belly rumbled at the alluring smell of the chowder. He blushed, embarrassed at his chatty stomach, but Marianne just smiled.

"I don't know whether this'll wake you up or put you to sleep faster, but you'd better get going before your stomach starts eating itself," she teased, giving him a friendly pat on the back. "The mozzarella sticks will be just a couple more minutes, alright?" He nodded shyly, and she left him with a cheeky smile. Diner waitresses were often friendly, but Marianne was something else, especially for Gray, who, with his looming figure and stone-faced stare, tended to make people a little nervous. Marianne, needless to say, was not nervous in the slightest. Marianne, as a matter of fact, seemed to somehow know exactly what a timid little mouse Gray was just under that big intimidating exterior, and she was perfectly happy to play the role of the cat.

Gray covered a yawn, then picked up his spoon to start on the chowder. His stomach welcomed it eagerly, and the anxious ache that had been growing in its emptiness began to dissipate. The salad was less of a thrill than the soup, but he switched back and forth between the two as he ate, not wanting to waste it. Gradually, his hunger faded, though he was still looking forward to the fettuccine. Just as he was finishing up the soup and salad, Marianne returned with the appetizer.

"Look at that, perfect timing," she said approvingly. She swapped the empty dishes for a plate of hot, fresh mozzarella sticks, and, despite not being terribly hungry anymore, Gray's stomach let out another soft little growl. They looked immensely appealing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten mozzarella sticks at a restaurant.

"Your dinner won't be long, so go ahead and eat up, cutie pie," she said, flashing him a sweet smile before leaving him alone with the appetizer. He watched her go, blushing and bewildered, then blinked and turned back to the mozzarella sticks.

The sticks were perfectly crispy and melty, so hot that it was difficult to pick them up, but it didn't take long for Gray to finish them off. On top of the soup and salad, they sat heavy in his belly, and he was beginning to feel full. For a moment he began to regret letting Marianne talk him into the appetizer; he didn't eat as much fried food as he did when he was younger, and he was feeling like he might wind up with a bellyache if he ate anything else. When Marianne returned with the pasta, though, that feeling quickly departed.

"Hope you're still hungry," she said, setting the steaming bowl before him. As a matter of fact, he wasn't, but the fettuccine looked and smelled fantastic, as did the baked potato and the mac and cheese that accompanied it. Marianne began to turn away, then stopped and looked back down at him.

"Y'know, I bet a big guy like you could finish off that whole thing," she said, and a look in her eye suggested that it was a challenge. Gray wasn't competitive like his ridiculous little friend Sunny, and he was more apt to back away from challenges. For some reason, though, he felt oddly compelled to please Marianne, and less oddly nervous to disappoint her. She left with a wink, and he looked down at the food before him.

The pasta was as good as it looked, but it didn't take long for the fullness in Gray's belly to become distracting. The mozzarella sticks had brought him to the point of being comfortably full, and he'd barely made a dent in the fettuccine when he began to feel his stomach growing tighter. Still, the hot, saucy pasta was delicious, and he pushed on.

Gray nibbled on the sides as he ate, trying to pace himself. He was undeniably stuffed now, and he could feel his already round belly beginning to bulge more firmly against the waist of his pants. The pants were already snug, and they squeezed him uncomfortably around the middle as he grew fuller and fuller. Just as he was about to quit for the night, Marianne appeared beside him.

"Doing alright over here, sweetpea?" She smiled down at him, and he could feel her eyes on his belly. Almost instinctively, he held a hand over it, nodding.

"Good," she said, grinning. "You're not too full to finish, are you? That stuff heats up alright, but it's never as good as it is fresh, you know." As a matter of fact, Gray was very full. Before he could muster up the nerve to ask for a box, though, Marianne was gone. He hesitated, unsure what to do, and then picked up his fork again.

He knew she had a point about reheating the pasta; creamy sauces had a tendency to get funny in the microwave, and restaurant food was rarely as good the next day. Despite being full, his stomach didn't quite ache, and he supposed he could eat a little more and enjoy the meal while it was still at its best. He picked up another forkful and continued eating.

To his own surprise, Gray managed to eat a substantial amount of the pasta, although this wasn't without consequence. His belly bulged out tight and firm now, pulling the fabric of his shirt taut and straining the button of his pants. There was a tremendous pressure in his stomach, its bulky contents pushing out against its tightly-stretched walls as though they were desperate to break free, and he felt bloated, heavy, and overall stuffed. He didn't think his belly could take another bite.

"My goodness, your tummy looks just about ready to pop," said Marianne, sounding immensely pleased. Gray looked sheepishly up at her, ashamed at having stuffed himself so much, but he was met with an approving smile.

"You know, there's only a little teeny tiny bit left," she pointed out. "Barely even enough to take home. It'd be silly not to finish it up now, don't you think?" Gray looked down at his bowl. She was right; there were only a few bites left. His belly grumbled uncertainly, and he placed a tentative hand on it. It felt incredibly tight. He wasn't sure if it could hold any more.

"Come on," she said softly, leaning down beside him. "Big guy like you, you can fit a tiny bit more in there, can't you?" She gave his belly a gentle pat and was pleased at how firm it felt. Gray looked nervously at her, then back at the pasta. His belly felt like it could burst. Reluctantly, he picked up the fork.

With Marianne hovering by his side, Gray awkwardly scooped up another bite of pasta. It didn't go down easy; his stomach couldn't stretch much further. The waist of his pants creaked as the pressure behind it grew. Still, as long as Marianne was staring him down, he felt that he had to go on. He ate another bite, and then another. His stomach groaned uncomfortably as it strained to hold onto the enormous dinner inside it.

Finally, he was relieved to see that there was only one bite left. He didn't think he could take more than that if his life depended on it. With a soft sigh, he twirled up the last few strands of pasta on his fork and finished them off. His belly rumbled ominously as he swallowed, stretching to its absolute limit to fit the last little bit of fettuccine, and, to his horror, the button of his jeans popped open. He froze, absolutely mortified, but Marianne just laughed and patted his distended belly. He blushed deeply.

"I'm impressed, cutie pie," she giggled, standing up straight. "I didn't think you'd really be able to do it." Gray held his hands against his aching belly, stuffed and exhausted and entirely unsure how to respond. He wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep off the enormous dinner, though he was sure his overworked stomach would still be sore in the morning.

Another waitress walked through the door, glanced over at Marianne, and rolled her eyes. Marianne smiled slyly at her, then turned back to Gray and leaned in close.

"My shift is over, sweetheart," she said, murmuring softly into his ear. "You're looking awful sleepy. Why don't you come home with me tonight and let me take care of that poor tummy?" Somehow, oddly enough, Gray thought that sounded alright.

[slayingqueenchal]

Chris sturniolo | uncomfortable.

Y/n brakes up with Chris because the 'fans' are shipping Chris with madi. This is inspired with stranger Things (very minor).

A month ago, Chris asked you out.

"Y/n,. C-can we talk? " He stuttered not like his usual self.

"Of course.. What's wrong? " You said. "I like you uh uhm" He was, very nervous, very very nervous. He looked down avoiding eye contact and fiddling with his shirt.

"Chris.. " You said. He sighed "I'm sorry, it's alright" . "No, Chris, I like you" You said.

His eyes glisten, "w-would you like to be my girlfriend? " He smiled. You leaned, kissing him. It was a short but comforting kiss, now you got something off of your chest and you don't have to hide it anymore.

"So I'm guessing that's a yes? " He said. "Of course, dumbass" You giggled.

Things aren't as good as last month though. The tag #chrisnmadi are trending. The last time you did the car videos, 90% of the comments are filled about madi and Chris.

Though, Chris has stated that he's very uncomfortable, his fans didn't care.

"Love, you wanna make some car videos? " Chris said. "No" You said.

"Why? " He said. It was a good time to tell him, nick and Matt aren't here. "Look at the comments, look at Twitter, look at tiktok" You sighed "I don't want to be with you anymore, it's too hard, you and madi are always shipped, and I'm very uncomfortable with it, besides, there's prettier, smarter, more popular people than me Chris, I really..i still love you, Chris, but I'm sorry"

A tear slipped out of his eye. "So is this it? " He said. You nodded. He got out of the guest room that you always sleep in.

You took your things, which good thing is, there isn't a lot of things. "Matt" You said. "Can you take me home? " You asked. "Why? " He said. "Just, please" And he nodded.

You got into your car. "Why? " He asked, again. "Chris and I broke up" You said. "What? " He said in shock, "did you guys get in a fight? ".

"Not quite, it was pretty much my fault, I told him about the madi thing and we sort of, broke up" You teared up, a bit. "You know, I don't want him to feel stuck being with me, there's a lot of girls out there".

"I'm sorry for that y/n, you want me to address it to them? " Matt said. "Whatever Chris say's, besides I don't think it matters anymore, him and i aren't a thing anymore" You said. "Im still in love with him, but he's so gorgeous and look at me" You sighed.

"Chris still loves you" He said taking a sharp turn, while driving. "I don't know" You sighed. You got out of the car and took your bag. "Thankyou so much, Matt" You said. "If you need some help, just text me" He said and you nodded.

"Dad! " You knocked the door. "Hello y/n! " He smiled and takes you inside. "

You smiled at your mom, and went to your upstairs room. You changed into pajamas and turned off the light. You opened HBO to binge watch harry Potter.

'Will you stop eating, your best friends missing! ' said hermione.

You were sleepy and so you slept.

A bright sunshine shot your eye. You groaned, and opened your phone.

You opened the sturniolo's channel. They posted a new video. 'About Chris and madi' you immediately turned off your phone. You went down stairs to find a sticky note. 'Y/n dear, me, and dad will leave for a week for some business stuff alright? We're sorry we didn't wake you up, you were in a deep sleep, be careful! '. You sighed.

You were dizzy so why don't buy coffee and some meds.

You walked yourself to target, and bought new shampoos and conditioners. You need to keep going.

You knew some girl are taking a video of you right now. You didn't mind, it was getting a bit... Uncomfortable though.

You went out of the store after purchasing your stuffs, and you walked again, with your bag and you coffee in hand.

You tried to hate Chris. You walked through the streets, only having one person in mind. Him. You couldn't stop overthinking.

When you got home, you took out your candles, put out your shampoo and conditioner, drank a medicine.

You sat there, not knowing what to do. Usually when your parents are not around you went with the triplets, but not today.

You watched more and more movies. Tried to do make up. The only thing you need is things to distract you from sadness.

You layed down on your bed and scrolled to tiktok, to see a tiktok about chris and madi. It really hit the nerve. Your eyes became glossy. Out of curiosity, you clicked the tag 'chrisnmadi' knowing that it'll scar you, absolutely.

Your eyes started to tear up more as you see more edits, more videos 'proving' that they're dating. Well some of these are old, like a week or two ago, it still hurts.

You knew you don't have a place to be jealous right now, you broke up. As the sun goes down, so does your mood.

You cried more, not even looking at the phone, you remember vividly. You cried for so long you didn't even realized it was 11 pm.

You heard a small knock on your window, as you took off your blanket that was covering you. You walked to see that it was, a person. Chris.

"Oh my fucking god" You said, your voice sounded weird. You opened the window so he could get in.

"Y/n, I'm so so so sorry about everything, I told Nick and Matt to tell them about it, and that we were dating, and I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen, and I'm sorry for not telling our fans about this" He said. You hugged him.

"So, what do we do now? " You said. "Loving each other again" He looked at your eyes and pats your hair.

"Can you stay here? " You said and he grinned. "Of course" He said. And finally, you got a sweet nice sleep.

[saszaszeszi]

Im so fucking sleepy yet I can't sleep. Way too much thoughts. So maybe ill rant and get them out. It feels bad to talk about things like this, but oh well. I'm already exhausted emotionally and confused and all this stress makes me barely have any sleep at night (if im lucky enought to sleep tho).

The way they all lied to me and never told me anything. Three. Three different persons knew about it and no one tried to confront or ask me shit, just made their little theories. I understand one of them knew my blog. And i understand they checked it cause they noticed my mental state shrinking. But at the same time lying about not checking it? After accidentally leaving a heart on my intro post another (probably, maybe that was truth) lie that "they checked their followers" and accidentally went on my blog? I mean how dump do you think I am? Who follows you? Especially when you don't post a shit. Anyway sending screenshots of my vents to others is understable, but at the same time would be cool if i got to know about it all like in the span of a hour or two. Not several days later. Also some of the things i saw on screenshots just hurted me. "Like, i like him as a friend, i really do but how tf do i handle jirai". Bro i told you I'm jirai before we became friends. And why you act jirai is the problem? I still feel hurt. I still dont even feel like i can trust any of their words. He himself told others to talk about their emotions and all and dont give silent treatment. What i did to deserve this hypocritic behaviour from him? Litteraly both of these two others he told about this (not suprised that he told it after basically i got to know from them and not him and told him about it) accoused me of trying to distance them from the rest? Also one accoused me of bpd and being a yandere? I mean the bpd one and yandere was basically a child, but it still hurts. In the instance of me having stronger ed than usual and getting all this info randomly and litteraly needing to confront everyone and talk to them for longer amount of time to get to the maybe truth? I mean he lied way to many times and his promises seem hollow. I probably need time to get used to it but oh well. Im just tired. Tired of walking on eggshells to not make anyone uncomfortable nor to make them randomly worried or "try to make me say it". Say it yourself young man and dont try to force me by manipulation to say it to you. It all just made me relapse and suicidal again. I hate it. I hate them. But why i still care and im way to worried about them? Litteraly im worried after the tone of their message is wrong. Yet they dont seem to really care nor worry about me. Well maybe they do, but i dont feel it. Maybe leaving would be better. I would had another reason to end it, well loose reason to stay so itll add to reasons to end.

Ngl won't tag it as its more of private thing and not wanna get it seen by more people, but still some attention and reaction would be cool.

[justalexisfine]

Our front doesn't usually shut down, we can still be in there as it's actually more likely Ula will suddenly front when the body gets exhausted. I think it's because she's trying to also get us to sleep, I had a facet before that who would do the same, I believe I mentioned her, but she went dormant before we know about our plurality. I'm front room bound I believe, I'm not always front or co front, but I'm stuck in the room. We view our headspace as thoughts and although we're in it, we have no sensory input.

Gender is really confusing. Right now we just want to work on what Ula is, because we know she wants a label, but at the same time we don't think there's a gender for what she is. /lh, nav

I think I also still view the outer world even if I'm not front. This has caused confusion for Ula and Frankie because we view everything the same, so if they're in front they get confused as to if I'm in front too? It's strange, I blame it on being bound to the front room and them being facets from me. /lh

I think we have a member who does that as well, although they don't have a name and are pretty faint. /gen, lh, friendly tone

at least, I'm pretty sure that that's what happens. the shutting down, I mean. the thing is, when I get sleepy or tired, our brain and thoughts get muddled faint, and therefore, the others get muddled and faint. Im actually not too sure if it's front shutting down or not, but I know that it's something like that /lh, gen

I get that, really. I think I focused on all the others' identities that I honestly forgot that I have my own identity to worry about /lh, not at you, pos

hm. if it's alright with you, maybe I could try to help? (key word: try) trust me, I'm no expert or research extreme, but maybe I can research different genders or something? /nf, friendly tone, gen, pos, lh (jesus that's a lot of tone tags /lh)

we work like that as well. when I get out of front, it's like I'm hitching a ride or spectating in the perspective of the body. it's confusing, really, because then we don't know who's in front. and it's even worse when it's all foggy. I also blame it on being front-bound /lh, gen, not aimed

[sungbeam]

alright- because this is way awake me- I didn't read back my tags until today- i wasn't speaking properly in those tags (i said sleeping instead of reading... and other messy tags)- I def didn't convey half of what I wished to- (esp because we're limited to thirty tags...) anyways! scooby doo brains unite hehe~ it was an absolute fever dream to read this at 3-4am- (esp when I knew I was gonna help a friend move but once I start sth *esp a fic this good* I must finish it-) It was worth every second of missed sleep- The emotions were so powerful 😭💖 and I felt them to the nth degree- Omg?!? You wrote it without knowing the ending!? I love that sm- because that ending!? Was beyond what words can express- You tied up every end- And omg!? I was looking for the word foil- and god- I loved the use of it- You're so right the slow burn was def burning that midnight oil at midnight creek!!! 😭😭 Omg?!?! You imagine fics as movies too omg!? Heck yeah 😭 The parallel between the sisters!!! Omg it was one of my favorite little bits- You may have not realized it- but it was just so goooodddd- I was hoping for a brutal fight sequence with Bonnie- and you provided all that and more! I was sincerely left with my jaw dropped it was so good- (what I was trying to express was how it felt fated that after yn named it clyde- he jokingly named his bonnie and once he saved yn from mika- he called it bonnie again. It was as if their relationship was fated for it to happen the moment after the reader named clyde- because bonnie and clyde were together til the end/no matter what- if that makes more sense?) No it's not strange that you liked writing it- it was beyond amazing- i'm so glad you enjoyed writing it 😭💖 because for me as a reader it was clear how much love and thought was put into this fic- I lllloooovveeed that scene- (I def couldn't express it that night and meant to fix my tags but my sleepy brain said *post*)- I loved the other two fics in this series- and I just- even thinking back into the story I'm just so content- it was my everything- (ngl this makes me want to read it all over again). (I wish for you to know that I keep thinking about that little ring and it means sm- I wish I had gotten to talk about the disgrace bit because it was brutal yet a deeper dive into his backstory and I loved it- there's just sm to say about this brilliant fic but I'll stop here). anyways thank you again for writing that lovely "movie" 🥺💖

omg no cuz why do we always stay up when we know we have to get up to do something the next day 😭😭 scooby doo brain fever or sumn @@ PLS honestly if u read half of what i spout out after reading long fics, u wouldn't even understand what im trying to convey 😭

RAAAH I APPRECIATE THAT 😭😭 no cuz i kinda wrote the confession part separately but it was supposed to be closer to the middle?? BUT that was when i planned for the fic to be waaay longer 🤧 the end really was made up on the fly skfbeknfnf so im glad it all wrapped up nicely for u, that puts my mind at ease 😅 i figured there'd be some questions lol

omg i just realized i put midnight creek instead of moonstone creek 😭😭😭 my own fic and i can't even remember akfndknfkd BUT YES I IMAGINE LIKE EVERY FIC AS A MOVIE :'))) it's just so much fun to see how it progresses and to imagine like music and camera angles lol and when the fic is written well, the scenes just flow sooo nicely together yk?

no omg the bonnie and clyde thing def makes sense !!! i didn't know if doing that pairing would be cheesy or not but i think it fits w them well, and im glad u agree :'))) AHHH YEAH im so glad u thought so, this was my passion project, like truly. idt i'll ever be able to write sumn like this ever again and that low-key makes me sad TT

the disgrace part has so much behind it, like i put it into the beginning without quite knowing where it would lead, but now i have a better idea of his back story that i hope to write out some time !! im so glad the little ring part is sticking with u; it makes me so emo thinking abt it 😭

THANK U AGAIN SM FOR READING AND FOR UR THOUGHTS !!! 💖💖 much, MUCH love <3

[alcameso]

❤️ please, have a seat ❤️

(tumblr doesn’t let us follow with side blogs, so if you came here looking for why i followed you check my side blogs listed below… it was probably @ifyoumustknow)

hello! my name is alicia, you can call me that, ali, or alcameso.

i am nonbinary.. or perhaps genderfluid ? haven’t gotten to the bottom of that quite yet and omnisexual. my preferred pronouns are they/she/he.

im from santo domingo, dominican republic and am 26 years old.

my favorite colors are red and blue.

🤍 what you can find here 🤍

fandom content. mostly animated media, sci-fi, horror, and various japanese anime. once i find a new piece of media it swallows my whole blog for a week or two.

biology, anthropology, and all general studies of nature are where my biggest special interests come from. the interests in question? dogs, plants and, believe it or not, kinks- no, not simultaneously, ya nasty.

i love all fuckin sorts of music, art, and literature which roughly make up the rest of my interests (music performance, media analysis, and poetry to be specific). i make song recs on this blog, but you can visit my literature blog @smokeandsteam to find more pretty words.

i am a vehement supporter of all basic human rights. i do not tolerate meaningless hate and/or judgments based on ignorance.

if i had to identify with a belief system i’d tell you i’m part of the baha’i community, but i also practice secular witchcraft here and there, so who knows? i bring a spiritual vibe to the hang out the homies don’t know much about. i have a blog called @quisqueyanavaliente if you want to know more.

last but not least, there’s bound to be some spicy content sparsely flung about, but the vast and vulgar majority of it can be found on my ~other~ blog @ifyoumustknow.

i would jump at the opportunity to answer any kinds of asks, so don’t hesitate to interact with this blog or any of my other ones! the spicy blog, however, has its own set of rules in its pinned post.

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