#and get huffy when I tell them that’s not safe one of us will do it in the morning

[raeathnos]

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[hedgehog-moss]

Poldine’s birthday post was all about her mother giving birth, so let’s have another post actually about her as a person :) Here are some things you should know about Pampoldine, daughter of Pampérigouste:

1. Poldine likes cats.

If you bring her a cat she WILL kiss it. And smell the fur of its belly. She mostly does this to Mascarille who is a very pliant and tolerant cat; Poldine is in good terms with Merricat as well but from a safe distance. Here’s Merricat’s answer to Poldine’s “kiss?”

2. Poldine likes humans but only those who have been introduced to her by a trusted cat. It’s like how at Versailles you could only be introduced to the Queen by a high-ranking noblewoman, you know. She’s a bit distrustful of strangers, but once you’ve come into her pasture accompanied by a cat and she’s kissed the cat and the cat has vouched for you (I assume) she will also kiss you.

If you don’t have a cat, you can try bringing her a piece of fruit.

(i.e. if you don’t have connections you can try corruption)

3. Poldine likes bothering her entire family by lying down for a nap on the fresh hay I just brought for dinner.

Her mother in particular is always like “I meant to eat this blade of hay you’re sitting on. Yes this one specifically. Move”

If you scold her about lounging in her food and try to shoo her away so others can eat, Poldine will bring the hay net to you and disdainfully drop it at your feet like “hay in net is food. Hay on ground is bed.” That’s the main tenet of her philosophy.

4. Poldine likes reading but she thinks sniffing book pages and sometimes nibbling on them is how you develop a literary taste.

5. Poldine doesn’t like the halter but we’re getting there, little by little! She’s okay wearing it if you let her do whatever she wants (if you let her use the lead line to take you on a walk basically) but she’s still a bit huffy about being told where to go.

6. Poldine doesn’t like delinquency especially when it takes the form of her mum escaping the pasture and abandoning her

Pampérigouste just thinks her kid should grow up and learn to jump over fences like any self-respecting llama. Poldine tried it once or twice, gamely following her mother down the road of crime, but you can tell her heart’s not in it and she would prefer to be home, smelling books and cats, sitting on dinner, having wholesome legal fun.

[sparta369]

Hey yall! In the spirit of having a safe and stress-free April Fools day, today I've curated a list of 18 different relatively harmless pranks that you can pull on your friends today! I thought of all of these myself, so please enjoy! :o)

1: You can send them a message saying something like "Hey! I bet you thought this notification was gonna be an april fools joke, but in reality, I just wanted to let you know that I love and appreciate you, and that I hope you have a nice day!"

2: Obtain a small, but noticeably out-of-place object (rubber duck, kazoo, etc.) and leave it somewhere you know your friend will see it, just to confuse them a little bit. Optionally, you could attach a little message to the object, letting them know it was you :)

3: Understandably, hiding your friend's belongings can be very distressing for them. Instead, hide one of your own belongings and ask them to help you look! Let them find the object. For bonus points, leave a kind message attached to the object for them to find.

4: Just simply hand them a random object. Don't hide whatever is in your hands, make it clear what you're handing them. Just ask them "hey, can you hold this for a sec?" and when they take it, just walk away.

5: Underneath everything they post on social media that day, leave a reply saying something along the lines of "I love and appreciate you" or some other nice thing. Do not stop. Be relentless.

6: Stop them when you're walking near/past each other. pretend to pull a hair/fuzzy/etc out of their hair, off their shirt, etc. Do this slightly more frequently that it normally happens. Don't make a huge deal out of it. Admit it if pressed or at the end of the day.

7: To expand on the previous one, you could instead pretend to pull a fuzzy/hair/etc off of them... and then pretend to eat it.

8: Leave out pieces of their favorite candy or other small, packaged snack in any place you believe they'll run into it throughout the day.

9: Order a pizza with them. Make the pizza half something they like, half something you like. When it gets here, pretend to get huffy about the toppings being on the wrong sides. (X should be on the left, Y should be on the right, etc.)

10: Spontaneously pretend that you have lost something. When your friend asks what you lost & if they can help you search, point at them, sigh in relief, and say something along the lines of "oh good, you're right there, I thought I'd lost my whole world."

11: Tell them that you're going to the store to get something mundane and uninteresting. Instead, go out and purchase your friend a surprise gift. This can be an object, food, anything. Pray they don't ask you to pick something up for them.

12: Take a photo of yourself and print it out. tape up behind a door that you know they will close, such as their bedroom door or a bathroom door. For bonus points, leave a nice message with it.

13: Hang a worm on a string or other silly item from the blades of their ceiling fan. Don't tie them on too well, make sure they're easy to remove.

14: Every time they sneeze, cough, or anything like that, pretend to be disproportionately worried about them. Use this as an excuse to do nice things for them throughout the day.

15: Gearing up to go out somewhere with them? ask if you can borrow one of their shoes. That's right, only one.

16: Ask them if they can leave you alone in the kitchen for a while. Make it clear that you are preparing an April Fools prank for them. The prank is, instead of making anything weird, you just made completely normal food for them. Comply with their requests for proof.

17: Make a paper sign that says something incredibly nice, like "I appreciate you." Keep it with you. Whenever your friend looks away from you, try to quietly extract the sign and show it off in their general direction. Try not to get caught until the end of the night.

18: Ending our list, you could show this list to your friend, and then make them put together the first letter of each prank that I've just listed for you.

I hope you all have a nice, safe, and stress-free April Fools Day!

;o)

[lilapplesheadcannons]

r/AmITheAsshole: u/throwaway478wwx

AITA if I tell my "husband" I love him?

Throw away because my siblings and friends are here. Don't roll your eyes, please. It's very complicated. So I (34M) have been married to my incredible husband Z (34M) for the last 8 years. We went to the same high school but actually ran into different circles. Z, who was a straightA student, didn't like me and my friend circle. Things worsened after I accidentally ruined his science fair project. High school ended with bad blood between us. His older brother, who was a few years senior to us, was my sister's classmate, and he tried to mediate between us, but Z really hated me and would get huffy every time we met.

We met again in Uni. Z seemed more open to the idea of a civil relationship, and things improved tremendously once I gifted him 2 rabbits for his birthday. Z had the cutest crush on our classmate M and would get so flustered when I asked him about M.

In our final year, all of us got very drunk in a party, and I lost the drinking game. As a punishment, I was tasked with safely escorting Z back to our dorm. Just my luck, for such a calm and self-controlled person, Z is an agent of chaos when drunk. We broke into the nearby aquarium to look at the sting-rays, went into a Mcdonald where Z proceeded to buy all the chicken wings as a gift for me and tried to fight a mirror for 'staring at the love of his life'. I somehow managed to calm him down and took him back to the dorm.

Fast forward a year, M suddenly announced her relationship with someone else. I was extremely surprised, but not only Z stoically bore the news, the rest of my friends were very chill about it too. In fact, they seemed more annoyed at me for making a fuss. My angel of a sister, who never spoke a harsh word in her life, told me I was lucky I was so stinking cute.

I tried my best to support Z in this difficult time. We spent most of our free time together. In fact, I invited Z to my sister's wedding to cheer him up. Incidentally, we kinda discovered a big conspiracy to harm Z's brother and his boyfriend, and Z's family was very taken with me. His mom started to joke that she'll steal me to be her own son. Even Z's very stern uncle seemed to soften up.

Finally, M announced her wedding when we were 26. I hastily planned a trip as a means to distract Z. We backpacked and hiked. One night, we got roaring drunk and woke up the next day in bed with each other. Even worse, drunk us thought it was a good idea to apply for a marriage certificate online and make an announcement on Facebook that we were getting married. Our families were blowing up our phones. They asked us how could we do this? How could we exclude them from the happiest day of our life and not give them the chance to celebrate? Before our hungover brains could explain anything, Z's brother was dispatched to retrieve us, and our parents were looking at the wedding venue and cakes.

Our mothers combined are a force to reckon with. I tried to explain things, but mom said she thought she raised me better, and Z's otherwise very kind brother told me he'd feed me into a woodchipper if I backed out of the wedding.

Long story short, we got married that spring. We planned to let things settle a bit, but disaster struck. A friend of ours had a baby cousin whose parents suddenly passed away in an accident. The baby's nearest kin was his grandma, who was very frail and terminal, and my friend didn't have the means to support the baby. Z and I promptly applied to adopt the baby.

Our little radish is almost 9 this year. Z is not only a great dad, but he's an incredibly good husband, too. He's kind, warm, sweet, and patient. He's a wonderful cook. We are compatible in every way, and I mean every possible way. My parents love him. And I think I have fallen in love with him too. But would I be an asshole if I told him that I loved him? We have a good thing going on here. I don't want to rock the boat.

Update 1: Thank you so much for your kind words. I have decided to confess to my husband. Wish me luck.

Update 2: To the person who DMed me calling me "so dumb that light can enter through one ear and exit via another," JC, I know your writing style. Push your luck, and the whole of reddit will know what happened in our third year.

Update 3: So, I told Z that I loved him. He was reading our baby boy's half yearly report. Have I told you guys how handsome he looks with his glasses on? He raised his eyes and said, " And I love 'my name' too. Always have." So I guess that's settled? We have been in love for the last decade? That's good. Thank you for all your support. And I love you too, Jie.

[jonathanbiers]

A sober Argyle holding a drunk Steve's hand to guide him out to his van after a get together in Nancy's basement (Robin stays behind to spend the night). Steve is giggling to himself and swinging their arms as they walk, Argyle smiles and swings along until they get to the van parked at the end of the driveway. "Now lets get you home" "Noooo! Don't let go of my handddd" "I have to drive bro" "It's okay I'll use my other hand to help steer" "No can do" Steve pouts, and they both get into the van. "Can I hold you arm instead?" "Sure man" Argyle replies thinking Steve will hold a hand on his arm as he drives but Steve hugs Argyle's arm close, nuzzling his face into his bicep. "That makes it more difficult to drive my dude" "Then we can stay here! And you can let me hold your hand longer instead" "Okay but only for five more minutes."

"It's been five minutes."

A smile tugs at Argyle's lips even as he leans over the center console of his van, posture contorted uncomfortably so that Steve can cling to his arm from the passenger seat. His arm is starting to lose feeling, a pins and needles sensation creeping into his fingertips, and Steve doesn't move. "Dude. You asleep?" he asks, voice softer. It would be convenient if he were—Argyle could (carefully) get his arm back and drive Steve home, so he could sleep off the alcohol tucked into his bed.

"Mm-mm," he hears Steve's voice muffled into the sleeve of his shirt.

"Okay, well, my hand is falling asleep, and we need to get you into bed."

Argyle's eyes follow Steve in the dimness. The light from the Wheelers' porch provides just enough to make out his features, but he doesn't have to see to know the pout on Steve's lips; he can hear it in the huffy exhale against his skin, can feel it when Steve turns his head to press his lips to Argyle's arm where his sleeve ends. "Five more minutes?"

"Babe." Argyle almost wants to roll his eyes, but he can't help but find Steve's antics endearing. They haven't been together more than a couple months, but he's noticed the reluctance to let go at the end of a hug, the fidgeting when they haven't touched for a few minutes. He can tell Steve has been keeping his clinginess reigned in; he's only afforded glimpses of it when Steve is very drunk, very sleepy, or very satisfied. He loves it, though, loves the way Steve wraps himself around him like a vine, the way he clings so close in those moments where he lets his guard down. He wants more than anything to show Steve he can let his guard down with him all the time; that he's safe with him.

Argyle flexes the fingers of his right hand, trying to work some of the feeling back into them while Steve keeps his arm in a vice grip. "Hey, what about this? I get us home, and I can hold you all night, yeah? Doesn't that sound so much better?"

At first, he can't tell if the reason Steve falls quiet is because he's considering or outright ignoring his offer, but he does finally let go of Argyle's arm—only to climb out of his chair, clamber across the center console and scramble his way into Argyle's lap. His ass knocks against the steering wheel in the process, the van's horn making both of them jump, but Argyle wraps his arms around his waist and maneuvers him so that they both fit in the small space.

"Or," Steve says, the slightest slur to his voice yet another reminder that he's absolutely plastered. He's got his face buried in Argyle's neck in no time, pressing sloppy kisses into his skin. "You, me, back of this van, whaddaya think?"

Argyle lets out a soft sigh, a hand on Steve's cheek to redirect him. He presses a brief, chaste kiss to his lips, holding Steve's face with both hands when he tries to chase after him for more. "I think I'm gonna take you home and get you in bed, to sleep." He can see Steve's pout clearly this time, and moves one of his thumbs to trace over his bottom lip. He's so irreversibly gone for this boy at this point, it's almost concerning.

Steve doesn't press the matter further, though he does make a show of his shoulders deflating when he says, "Fine. I wanna be the big spoon this time, though."

"Of course," Argyle agrees, knowing full well that what Steve really loves most is to be held. It works out perfectly—what Argyle loves most is getting to be the one to hold him. Still, sometimes Steve insists on having it be the other way around, only to wake up with his head pillowed on Argyle's chest anyway. "Anything for you."

They make a compromise: Steve doesn't hang onto his entire arm while he drives, but Argyle does have to keep his hand on Steve's thigh almost the entire way. It's only fair.

And if Steve hums happily when Argyle climbs into bed behind him and pulls him flush against his front, he doesn't see a reason to point it out. He's happy enough just to have the fortunate luck of knowing Steve is his. Knowing the oversized shirts filtering into Steve's wardrobe were stolen from his closet, the string bracelets on his wrist were made by his hands.

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous asked:

Hi it's more of an observation... If we ever like, as Y/N pisses off the Ladies of Re8 to a point where they punish us "Death isn't worthy for the likes of you" kind of way. They love us, won't kill us of course nor torture but they just KNOW how to fuck us up. How funked are we ?

That is a really good question… I think it depends on which lady we are talking about

Alcina:

100% a hard ass when it comes to Y/N following the rules. Gets all angry, huffy and complains a lot. But, she’s a mom to three crazy buggy babies… It’s safe to say she can be a bit of a pushover for her loved ones.

Donna:

She’s the one you want to watch out for, folks. Let us not fucking forget that as soft, cottage-core, uwu, babey as she is: She also conjured that demon fetus-baby thing… Watch your six, Y/N.

Miranda:

O.o She is so damn weird, y'all. She thinks of the world pretty much in black and white. There is usually never any gray area. Either Y/N fucked up or they didn’t. Also, as much as I love her… She be giving me serious Karen energy sometimes, smh.

Bela:

Bela wants to come off as completely composed at all times, but… When she actually loses her temper, her brain short-circuits and all that fancy private-school vocabulary goes out the window. It’s funny seeing her try to be so intense while barely being able to form a coherent insult, tho.

Cassandra:

This woman is always up for sexual punishments (As long as it’s consensual, we stan consent in this house). I just have the idea that she likes to use things like chains, whips and riding crops… She loves weapons so much, why not a few props?

Daniela:

Dani’s not great at controlling Y/N’s bad behavior, in fact, she’s usually the one encouraging it. She feels like she can’t really put a lot of teeth into what she’s saying when she scolds them. They both do dumbass things. It’s like trying to tell a teenager not to smoke weed when you’re fucking faded.

Masterlist

[sleepingdeath-light]

lady tremaine smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (02/05/23)

fandom(s) ; disney animated films / cinderella

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; lady tremaine

outline ; “Alright, may I request smut headcanons for Gothel, Lady Tremaine, Maleficent, and Queen Elinor from Brave (ik she's not actually a villain but I wanted to include her anyway), please? (I am over 18!)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, degradation

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

she’s a dominant but she’s also a bottom — expecting you to do all the work whilst bossing you around the entire time

highly degrading and will gladly humiliate you until you climax

the most active she’ll get in the bedroom is bending you over to spank you if you’ve been getting too mouthy for her taste

if you want to be collared and toted around as her pet then she’ll oblige, but she’ll treat you like a pet consistently — calling your talking ‘barking’, keeping you nude at all times, having you kneel beside her, putting you in a cage if you misbehave and having you eat out of a bowl

if you go down on her, she prefers to be sat down and relaxed, watching and instructing you as she sits with her skirts pulled up to her stomach

isn’t afraid to smack you around if you want her to be rough — which will take some explaining when you have guests around

she prefers to stick to the basics when it comes to toys and will only really have the bare minimum: one paddle, one dildo and one strap on

if any of them wear or break and become unsafe to use them she’ll replace them, of course, but other than that this is as far as she’ll go

she initiated sex quite often and has been known to grab you and pull you away into a side room to have you fuck her during a party or other gathering — making excuses and dragging you along after whispering what she wants in your ear

she’s not opposed to semi-public sex because she’s so quiet in bed that nobody realises what you’re doing — hell the two of you have gotten busy in carriages and nobody has been wise to it

highly possessive of you but she’s willing to make exceptions and share you if it will benefit her in the long run — e.g. letting a nobleman have his way with you (with your permission) in order to secure more funds for your family

she has been known to make you masturbate for her if she catches you touching yourself, simply sitting down and gesturing for you to continue whisky commentating on what you’re doing and telling you where to touch yourself

she can get very huffy if you try to deny her anything, but she’s more bark than bite and won’t do much other than argue

if you’re able to get her pregnant (especially when she’s younger) she’s very strict on safe sex as she doesn’t want any more children after having both of her girls

[sunmoonjune]

Hiya Moonie! So I was wondering, do you have any advice for someone trying to start writing a Poly!OT8!Stray Kids x Reader? I had an idea for a Supernatural!AU where the boys are all different types of magical creatures (and the MC is also a magical creature) and I have the bare bones of the story planned, but since I'm kinda a baby Stay (my first official comeback with them was Case 143) I'm afraid that I won't portray the boys accurately or they'll be too OOC for anyone to enjoy my fic. I'll take any advice you've got, because I could probably use it lol. Thanks in advance!

-Magic Anon (can I be Magic Anon? Is that cool?)

hmmmm honestly I can never tell if my depictions of skz or other characters are accurate?? but I can tell you how I write them?

chan to me is a good mix of giggly/silly and serious,, he's very protective of the people he loves and pays very close attention to them -- he feels like the kind of person who can tell when the boys are upset before they are in a way you know? like he just cares SO much about them and he's always watching to make sure they're safe and cared for :'))) he also is protective too,, like he's always prepared to fight for the people he cares for <3 but he's also very silly and young too! like he still messes around with the boys and plays pranks and such xD

minho is very much a tsundere to me sometimes! like he acts a little colder at face value and his expressions can be a little more stoic but he also pays very close attention to skz and the people he loves <33 he likes to do little things for the boys and he's always prepared to do things for/with them to make sure they're happy and safe :')) he's a bit of a brat tamer to me and he seems to like it when people try to tease him cause he likes to punish them for it xD like the rest of skz he's super playful and likes to play the occasional prank to get a chuckle out of everyone

changbin is the problem child of skz even if he's the third oldest XD he's extremely silly and laughs easily! he's very proud of his muscles and likes to show them off and acts really young :}} he's very giggly and is very hard working! I think I write him a little bit more of a brat in a way?? like he likes to tease and be teased and he gets huffy and loud when he's the subject of the teasing xD he feels like the kind of guy who would be protective but in the kind of way where he trusts you to the ends of the earth he just worries about everyone else if that makes sense?

hyunjin is the world's biggest brat and he's VERY dramatic so I always write him as kind of a little shit sometimes xD he likes to tease and he likes to be put in his place it seems ;) he's very silly and I'll say it again -- VERY dramatic HAHA,, he's also very artistic and likes his alone time,, he talks about doing things alone a lot and enjoying that time by myself :}} I think one of his love languages is touch cause he adores loving up on jeongin especially xD

hannie is also kind of a brat too xD he's loud and playful and he can have a tendency to poke fun at some of the members in playful fights sometimes xD he also seems introverted to me and can prefer his alone time in private sometimes he can be brash and silly so he's kind of like an extroverted introvert if that makes sense? like extroverted with his friends but introverted when he's with others (same Han xD )

lixie!!! our sweet lix <333 so when you write Felix just think sunshine and then write exactly how that feels hehe :')) Felix is fr like the embodiment of sunshine <33 he's soft and mushy and caring and sweet like :"DD he adores his members and his family and his very physically affectionate (he LOVES to snuggle) he's very personable and ppl cannot resist him cause he's just so kind and gentle (tho those taekwondo medals mean something :O ) overall just an absolute sweetheart <33

seungmin is a little more quiet but he's also a brat xD he likes to poke fun and instigate playful arguments but he still loves his members :"D he's grown a little more extroverted over the years but I still see him as mostly an introvert! as skz says he's an awful lot like a puppy and I see him as kind of a golden retriever boy but just a little quieter sometimes maybe?? he's playful and sweet too <33

jeongin is the ultimate maknae and he knows he's the baby so he uses that to his advantage a LOT xD he's also kind of a brat but again, he uses those maknae privileges to get away with stuff a lot he's very playful and silly and can sometimes surprise you how quickly he changes from baby bread to daddy toast HAHA he's a little less physically affectionate I think than the others but thats not saying much because skz is constantly all over each other HAHA xD

I don't know if any of this will help but I guess this is part of how I imagine them?? not all of it may be accurate tbh but it's how I see them sometimes :"D

[cemetery-circus]

Do you have any more Bruno headcanons? Your one about him being grumpy was perfect lmao

Oh dude

• When he was younger whenever Agustín or Félix came over, Bruno would announce their arrival with the same teasing "PEPA/JULIETA, YOUR BOYFRIEND'S HERE" his eventual nephew would pull. Pepa would get huffy and embarrassed and zap him a little and Julieta would shove extra food into his mouth to shut him up and Bruno would be amused like the bastard "little" brother he is the entire time

• Bruno (and Pepa and Julieta) is a fairly good dancer and singer! Alma taught him and sisters from a young age, wanting the three of them to look nice in a way that she hoped, at the time, was fun for them at the celebrations for years to come. Bruno isn't perfect in either regard, he never was and he's very rusty after all this time, but he can certainly carry a nice tune on his own and could teach his nieces and nephews how to dance (after he relearns how to do it himself first)

• Tío Bruno is the head babysitter, hands down. When all the other adults are out the house and Bruno is left in charge, the young ones think it'll be a piece of cake getting to do whatever they want. Bruno couldn't parent his way out of a paper bag, let alone simply adult his way out. The day would be nothing but fun and freedom

Could not have been more wrong if they tried.

Not only is Bruno strict about the rules that have been left behind, he's also one step ahead of all of them. Bruno uses his gift to glimpse into the near future every handful of minutes to predict when his nephews and nieces are up to some shit.

Antonio about to fall off his jaguar? Bruno is there to (messily) catch him.

Mirabel finally convincing Casita to let her Isabelas room for completely innocent reasons? Bruno walks by and scoops her up and carries her off while she insists wasn't gonna do anything.... well, not anything Isa couldn't deal with

Camilo checks the entire house for Bruno and, when he's certain he is safe, goes to sneak extra snacks he's sure his tía won't miss. And there's his tío, leaning casually against the pantry and pointing Camilo back to the living room.

Now, while he is strict, Bruno isn't all that stern. Yes, he keeps to the rules and keeps the kids all out of trouble, but once the potential "my sisters will kill me if I allow this to happen" situation is handled, Bruno has no problem in being the proper clown uncle he's meant to be. He rides on the animals alongside Antonio to make sure he stays safe while he has his fun, he helps Mirabel plan a prank on her sister that'll result in a lot less Being Grounded, and he brings Camilo a better snack to split than the ones he was after and shrugs as he tells Camilo to tell Julieta that he ate them all himself.

Bruno is 100% the fun uncle, but he isn't going to let you jump off the roof to see if you can fly, especially when your mom told you not to, sorry bout it, kid

• I love the growing headcanon that Bruno can and will sleep just about anywhere at any moment. People move him to somewhere more comfortable if they find him at the table or just straight up curled up like a cat on the floor, but it's starting to become hard to tell if moving him to the couch is a good idea at all. Not because it's bad for him or the furniture, but more so because it starts a chain of people coming to rest with him, often starting with Luisa and just growing from there. Antonio is always a close second and Dolores a third, all three of them claiming Bruno to radiate this kind of calming peace when he's sleeping, but it rarely takes long before half of the Madrigals are crowded and cuddled up on and around the couch, either half awake or fast asleep.

• Bruno adores the feeling of the sun. If he can't be found in the house, he's probably sitting outside or taking a walk in the forest to feel the sunshine on his face after so long without it

• Bruno is very good at doing hair. Growing up with two sisters made him an absolute expert at weaving braids and tying up buns and ponytails and even stylization of them, always wanting his sisters to look good for their dates even if he teased them through the hairpins held between his teeth as he worked. Isabela was ecstatic to find about his skills and comes to him almost every morning to get her hair done and do his in return, giving him a style that he will protect with his life throughout the entire day

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

Howdy do~! I’ve got a fluff/angst headcanon in mind: Riddle, Leona, Azul and Jamil's fem! s/o suddenly wakes up screaming in the middle of the night because of a traumatic nightmare of them Overblotting. As she wakes up, she tearfully tells them she’s scared of losing them a second time. How do they comfort her? Please and thanks!

"ooo more hurt-comfort bittersweet I see~ y'all already know my favorite hehe~" -Onyx, the bartender

twst! mc's overblot nightmare

characters included: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Jamil Viper

warnings: ended up being gender neutral since no pronouns for mc were used, established relationship

Riddle

hes huffy about sleep schedules, but once he sees how torn up you are his worry about it goes out the window. comforting people in emotional destress isn't his strong suit, but he will make you some tea to help calm your nerves.

Riddle won't push you to tell him about your nightmare, but when you admit to him it was about him overblotting a feeling of shame crawls up his spine. hes distraught you are frightened by him, and he deeply regrets putting you through that.

once he realizes that it isn't that you were frightened by him, and rather that you were frightened for him, fearful of loosing him, he is speechless. hes not a particularly touchy individual but he absolutely tackles you in a hug. he will coo and rub your back, promising you never have to be frightened of that again.

he will work to take better care of himself, to insure his own safety, and you peace of mind.

Leona

hes displeased at being woken up, especially by his favorite pillow screaming in terror. Leona's ears twitch while he surveys the immediate area, insuring you are not in any immediate danger. its only when he hears your sniffled apologies he realizes you simply had a nightmare.

like Riddle he won't ask that you tell him. instead the beastman will sigh, flopping back down and pulling you into his chest. usually he sleeps curled up beside you or laying on you in some way, but tonight he tucks you away against him, curling around you protectively.

when you confess your nightmare was of his overblot, it leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. he will listen as you continue that you were so frightened, of loosing him again. Leona will sigh, chiding you for worrying so much.

you'll be lulled back to sleep after he cleans up your tears, rough tongue gentle against your cheeks.

Azul

hes disoriented by your panicked scream. probably flails for his glasses, presuming there is some unknown danger present in the room. once you have calmed down, and his glasses are fixed on his nose, he realizes that you only had a nightmare.

he will pressure you to tell him what it was about, and when you tell him it was him overblotting he slinks in on himself. poor thing is almost as upset as you are, knowing it was him who was the monster of your nightmare.

his head starts racing, his insecurities bubbling up and into his throat. you'll have to cup his cheeks and inform him that no, he wasn't the monster. the part that frightened you was the thought of loosing him.

Azul will hold you tight, his own tears staining your night shirt. for once he wishes he was in his true form, just so he could wrap you up tight and safe in all of his arms.

Jamil

also assumes the worst once hes awoken by your scream. a spell is at the ready in one hand and a knife gripped tight in the other as he bolts upright. it only takes him a second to scan the room and determine that there was no present danger after all.

that's when he turns his attention to you. he hides his present annoyance and instead focuses on getting your breathing to calm down. when you are calm enough to explain it was a nightmare he relaxes.

he will only ask if you want to talk about it. when you admit to him that your nightmare was about his overblot you will get the rare sight of seeing him flinch. you are quick to explain, while trying in vain to wipe your tears, that you were frightened of loosing him again.

Jamil will look away for a moment, guilt heavy on his shoulders, before pulling you in for a hug. he will admit his feels about everything to you, learning from his past mistake of bottling everything away. never again will he let it get that far.

[wardenparker]

Killer Writing - Epilogue

Dave York x plus size female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst​

After divorcing Carol so she could marry her soulmate, Dave York threw himself into his work. There is no way he could have predicted that the unexpected collateral damage on an op would turn out to be his soulmate. Now all he can do is keep you safe, and try his best to get you to not hate him as the two of you try to navigate a blooming relationship that started out with threats and a mean right hook.  

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8.7k Warnings: *Blanket content warning for self-esteem, self-image, and weight issues.* Daddy kink, breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, sex for procreation, creampie/cum play, SO MUCH FLUFF. Summary: It’s move-in day after months of renovations, and Dave has a surprise for his soulmate. Notes: I had a little fun with the gif this week can you guys tell? 🤣 Thank you all so much for coming on this THIRD soulmate journey with us!! It has truly been so lovely to read along with your reblog comments and tags, and to screech with all of you in DMs over how much you loved this story. Dave and his sweetheart will always hold a very dear place for us and we’re so glad that you have loved them as well! 💗

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11 ~ Epilogue

“Babe, do you have the box of kitchen shit?” Dave leans around the island and raises his voice in order to push the question through the house. It echoes through the empty space. Surprised when he opened the box to find toothbrushes and shampoo, he wonders if you mixed up labeling them. “Babe?”

“Hang on!” Your voice bounces from the front hall, off the living room walls and back to the kitchen as you carefully shuffle through the house with an enormous box in your hands that was meant for the kitchen but never got there. “I don’t think the moving guys could read my cursive,” you laugh. “This one clearly says Dishes not Dining.”

“Or maybe you just have doctor��s handwriting.” Dave teases, huffing when he sees you lugging the large box and moves around quickly to take it from you. “I would have come to get it.” He grumps at you, already huffy over the heavy stuff you have been dragging around when you could have just called him.

“You’re not my servant, baby.” Around the corner of the box, you lean over to kiss him quickly and look at the box he had opened. “Yeah, this one was probably at the top of the stairs, right? It says Bathroom, not Basement.”

“Yeah.” Dave glances over at the stack of boxes next to the door to the basement right off the kitchen. “I guess they weren’t lugging the rest of the shit down there after dealing with the safe.”

“God forbid they do what we paid them to.” Rolling your eyes a little, you move the bathroom box off of the kitchen island and reach for Dave’s hand. After six long months of extensive work, you’re finally standing together in your forever home. Unpacking boxes to set up the house that you’ll raise your children in. Sorting out how to fully combine your belongings the way you’ve combined your lives. “Happy moving day, handsome.”

“Happy moving day.” He smirks and leans in to kiss you. “You know…” He hums playfully. “We get the bedroom set up fast enough, we could break it in before dinner.” He tells you with a wink.

“The two most important things in any house.” You grin at him and happily let him reel you into his arms. “The place where we fuck, and the place where we fuel up again.”

“Might be the only places we need.” Dave jokes, hands sliding down to tuck under the band of your shorts. Humid Virginia weather and moving had convinced you that those shorts you had hated were necessary and of course he was taking advantage whenever he could. Squeezing your ass playfully and grinning at you.

“We’re gonna have to fuck everywhere,” you remind him, as though it’s some deep and ancient wisdom. “Gotta christen the whole house.”

“Every room.” He vows solemnly. “I want to be able to point to a spot and tell our kids ‘I fucked your mom right there’.” He tells you, eyes serious except for the playful spark in their depths.

“Please don’t tell our kids that.” The comical cringing face you make at him has both of you laughing, and you lean in to indulge in a kiss. “Tell them you danced with me everywhere. That’s much cuter and less scarring.”

“Birthdays will have to be sex anniversaries.” He counters. “Or we call them our little sex trophies.”

“Their birthdays will be anniversaries of being in labor for god knows how long.” Katie and Deirdre may have told you their birth stories over drinks one night last month and fully horrified you in the process. You didn’t touch Dave for three full days afterward.

Dave huffs and shakes his head. He knows the stories you were told. Hell, he was in the waiting room with the rest of the team each time. “We’ll make sure we get you the good drugs.” He promises.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” You tell him sincerely. “Come on, handsome. Let’s bring this randomly misplaced bathroom box upstairs and unpack the bedroom. Then we can have self-congratulatory sex in a freshly made bed.”

“Done.” Dave scoops up the box and starts for the stairs. “After that we can unpack your mugs.”

“Which will be an hour-long project on its own.” True to his word so many months ago, Dave had built a little set of mug-sized shelves for the kitchen counter to display all your Tea Distribution Vessels, as he likes to call them. It sits nestled against the backsplash above the kitchen counter just waiting to be filled.

"You do have a lot of TDVs." Dave jokes, as he carries the box up the stairs behind you. The entire house had been redone and all the things that Dave had imagined going into the home had become reality, along with your style blending with his. "But it's also just going to grow over the years."

The soft blue-grey paint on your bedroom walls had been the most debated color in the whole house but looking at it now, it was clearly the right choice. Whatever mix-ups the movers had had with the boxes didn’t affect the furniture it seems, because even your bedside reading lamp is perfectly placed on your nightstand. “Everything in this house is going to grow. And there’s plenty of room for it.”

"That's because you had to have the largest house on the block." Dave teases, although he hadn't really had to be convinced when the two of you looked at the house seven months ago. It was the first, and the last listing the two of you actually toured. You had fallen in love with the possibilities and Dave had enjoyed personalizing it for the two of you. If there just happened to be a hidden panel to hide easy-to-access weapons around the house, it was just fine with him. It also didn't hurt that he talked the owner down another thirty thousand because of how much work the house needed.

“And the sexiest soulmate.” You flash him a grin when he sets down the box that had accidentally ended up in the kitchen. “It’s the house that blood money built, and I intend to enjoy it.” Every cent that had ended up in that offshore account under your name went into fixing up this house and you couldn’t be more pleased with the result.

He huffs and levels a look at you. “I wish you had just kept that money and let me pay for all of the renovations.” He hadn’t been happy with your decision, tried to talk you out of it, but at the end of the day he had respected your wishes. All of that money plus whatever else was needed went into making the house exactly what the two of you wanted.

“I wanted to make something positive out of it.” You slip both arms around his waist and tip your chin back to look at him. “The best thing I’ll ever do is build my life with you, baby.”

"I know." He does know that. He had just wanted you to save it. To make sure you always had a good nest egg away from what he had, although in his mind, that was all yours too now.

“I promise I’ll put any profits from the book into savings.” Despite the positive encouragement from your brand-new literary agent and your little circle of friends, you’re trying to be levelheaded about the possibility of a successful first novel. It is the dream, but sometimes you have to cut a diamond just a little before it can shine brilliantly.

"Oh, I know you will." Dave chuckles, leaning in and kissing your forehead. "I just want you to be secure in knowing that you have options." He frowns slightly, thinking about his mother and how many times he had begged her to leave that bastard she had married. Because she had tied her finances to him and given him control over everything she had, she had been trapped. He never wanted you to feel like you were in the same situation even though he would never lay a hand on you in anger.

“I am and I do.” You assure him, nudging your nose against his chest and placing a kiss over his heart. “C’mon. Let’s get these couple of boxes unpacked and the bed made, and we can start the ritual of fucking on every surface in the house.

That might be the best idea you've had all day. Dave grinning and winking at you before he lets you go so he can flick out his knife and cut open the taped top of the first box. "Later, when we are done, we can christen the pool too." He tells you with a wink. "Skinny dip after the sun goes down, although the fence is tall enough that you don't have to worry about that during the day."

“You made sure of that.” He had been very careful checking local ordinances and regulations, making sure that the fence around your property would give the two of you the ability to indulge in the backyard if you wanted to. “We’ll relax and christen the pool tonight. I’ve been dying for a swim anyway.”

“Good.” He had also insisted that the tub you chose in the master bathroom could fit the two of you if he wanted to get in with you. “I guess we are either going to have to find a very ugly pool boy or I will just have to take care of it.” He jokes.

“I’ll have Katie send Scott over once a week.” You snort practically before the joke is even out of your mouth, and start pulling open a box marked Bedroom Mish-Mash. “Seriously honey, I can do some of the physical labor around here, too.”

“Shit…” Dave huffs, rolling his eyes. “I’ll see if Eddie down the street wants to make a few bucks.” He contemplates. “He’s leaving for college soon.”

“Not eager to see Kovac in a Speedo?” You giggle. “However you want to do it is fine with me. Eddie’s a nice kid. And he could use the extra money getting out to California.”

“Just don’t think he’s too nice.” Dave teases, although he knows that there is no way you would ever cheat on him. “And I don’t want to ever see Kovac’s hairy back again if I can help it.”

“God, babe. He’s seventeen.” The animated way you shiver in creeped-out disgust is only half for show. “Even if I was single that’s just downright gross.”

He snorts and shakes his head. “I’ve heard some of the women at the country club. Those caddies and lifeguards are meat to them.” Despite his groaning, he had gotten a membership to the club and dutifully had a standing monthly golf date with your father. Often times, the rest of the guys would join, and it turned into a boys’ day. Your father was ecstatic when that happened.

“And it’s gross.” Some of the women at the country club had, however, gotten ahold of one of the press releases for your novel and quietly pre-ordered about two dozen copies amongst themselves though, so it was hard to be too harsh on them when they were literally supporting your career. “I hope he finds a very nice girl his own age and avoids those ladies twice his age like the plague.”

“He might not see it that way when he’s over eighteen.” Dave shrugs. “Although I find it highly hypocritical that those same women complain about men looking at their sixteen-year-old daughters in thong bikinis at the pool.”

“When he’s an adult it’s totally up to him and I would tell our son the same thing.” From the box on the end of the bed, you pull carefully folded sets of sheets, and the bedroom curtains you had had up in the apartment and start putting things away. “But the kid still has to ask permission to use the bathroom during class. That makes him a kid and it makes it weird. Either way, yeah. Ask the kid if he wants to make a little extra money. Better we offer it to him than someone with less than honourable intentions.”

"I'll talk to him." Dave promises and grabs another set of sheets to start making up the bed. The moving crew had set up the bed and he had already unrolled the carpet where it was going to be, so he didn't have to move anything. "So, I've been thinking...." He ventures, wondering how you are going to feel about his idea.

“Always dangerous.” You grin at him and continue fluffing the bed pillows in their clean cases. “What’s up?”

"I don't think I want to turn the room next door into my office." He tells you, tucking in the sheets and turning to look over at you. "I'm thinking about getting the contractor back out here to install a pocket door between our room and that room."

“What do you want to do with it, then?” Dave has graciously consented to let you convert the small pool-shed into your writing workshop, and in turn you had said he could use whatever room in the house he wanted as his home office. “Do you have another place in mind for your office?”

Dave nods. “I’ll put my office in the basement for now, but….” He stands straight and walks over to you, sliding his arm around your waist and turning you to face the wall that the two rooms shared. “I was thinking…” he whispers in your ear and kissing the lobe. “That we install a door and turn that into our nursery. Don’t even have to go out into the hall to reach the baby when they start crying.”

The image that conjures makes you hum softly, leaning into his embrace in that natural and intimate way that sends shivers up your spine no matter what else is going on at the time. “Preparing for the distant future, or are you starting to think you might want someone other than me to call you Daddy?”

“Well, I’m not getting any younger.” He teases, grinning even as his cock twitches at you saying Daddy. “I think maybe we should stop using condoms? The house is done, and your book is going to be a big hit. The company is starting to take off. It just feels right.” Since you ran out of birth control at the cabin, you hadn’t taken any more, he had just opted to use condoms.

“Are you sure?” Turning carefully in his arms, you put yours around him in turn and search his face. You’re sure that the lump in your throat and the way your heart is beating like a hummingbird are reflected in your face - he’s always been able to read you like a book and right now you know what’s he’s reading is excitement. “You’re ready?”

"I got confirmation that no one else will be coming for you." Dave hums quietly. Just because he was retired didn't mean he couldn't receive phone calls from old friends who just happened to pass along the information that the message he had sent to the North Korean government had been heard. Loud and clear. "So I'm ready. If you are."

“I am.” You have been, truthfully, since you hadn’t felt the aftershocks of what happened quite as acutely as Dave and the guys did as they tied up invisible loose ends. What you dealt with afterward was a lot of mental gymnastics and some nightmares that had fairly well faded by now. “I’m so ready.”

He smirks, pleased at your answer even though he was certain at what it would be even before he opened his mouth. "So what do you think about changing that room into a nursery?" He asks. "Just until we are done having kids and then we can turn it into my office. I just want us to be able to have the baby nearby and still have our privacy when I need to make you cum."

“Just when I thought today couldn’t get any better.” The way you smile makes your whole face scrunch up and your nose wrinkle as you dive in to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck to haul him close in the process.

Dave hums against your lips, smirking against them before he slides his mouth open to let his tongue flick against yours when he deepens the kiss. Tightening his grip on you and pulling you closer. Absorbing your moans eagerly and he's tempted to push the box off the bed and start trying right now. Everything else fades away the way it always does when Dave kisses you. Like nothing else ever mattered in the first place and he’s bound to prove that to you by banishing all other thoughts from your head. There isn’t a single place you’d rather be than in his arms anywhere, but the fact that you’re standing in your bedroom in the house you’re making into a home together makes it that much better.

He pulls away reluctantly, aware that both of you are panting slightly and if it keeps up, unpacking for the day will be done. "Sooner we get the bedroom unpacked, the soon I fuck you into our bed in our new bedroom." He murmurs, squeezing your ass possessively.

“No fair.” The pout you send him is absolutely pitiful. “How am I supposed to focus when I know you want to breed me?” You use the word deliberately, like a weapon aimed directly at his libido.

"Fuck." Dave hisses, reaching down and palming his cock to adjust himself in his own shorts. "Evil." He mutters, biting his lip and contemplating just saying 'fuck it' and that you can unpack later. That word sends a shiver down his back as he imagines just that, you full of his cum and wanting it to take.

“But you love me anyway.” You consider it a personal triumph anytime you can make him sound that needy, and merrily go about unpacking the rest of the box currently sitting on the end of the bed - the things that usually sit on your respective bedside tables being easily put back into their rightful places.

"I do." He begrudgingly admits, before he carts the bathroom box into the large en-suite and starts unpacking it. Putting your soaps and shampoo and conditioner next to his own in the walk-in shower makes him smile. He had insisted that a bench seat was needed in the glass enclosed space, knowing he was going to fuck you on it often.

The bulk of the work here is just putting clothing away, and the his-and-hers walk-in closet is filled to bursting before long. Dave’s suits hang opposite your own clothes like they were always meant to be there and you grin to yourself every time you go back in with an armful of things to hang or shoes to shelve. Even his tie rack is carefully waiting to be filled right next to your jewelry box. This is another place to christen - the bench that tucks under your vanity counter is definitely strong enough to hold both of you.

Dave meticulously folds towels, washrags, and hand towels and stores them in the linen closet in the bathroom. Already having brought the most important thing up, a pack of toilet paper, he unloads the box that has the contents of the medicine cabinet. Storing everything in the baskets you had picked out to make everything neat and organized. You had accepted that Dave liked things neat and had tried to accommodate him. Which he thoroughly appreciated.

“Hey baby?” The call comes from the main bedroom a little sheepishly, and you can’t help laughing when Dave appears again from the bathroom almost instantly. You had been trying to manage hanging the curtains yourself and are failing spectacularly. “I think I need some help.”

"Of course." He shoves the last basket into the closet and closes the door before he makes his way over to you. "You don't want to give the neighbors a show later on?" He asks with a grin, winking at you as he takes the curtain rod from you.

“I don’t think so.” Just because you know he’s joking doesn’t mean you’re not going to shake your head at him and roll your eyes like you do. “Only I get to enjoy that view of you.”

"Hmmmm." Dave chuckles and looks over at you. "Someone sounds a little possessive." Not that he minds at all. It's honestly a good thing that you don't want to share him.

“Of my soulmate?” You level him with a completely serious expression. “You’re fucking right I am.”

"Good girl." He winks at you and smirks up at the curtain rod. "Bet you that I can get the windows covered before you get naked." He challenges you, knowing that you've developed somewhat of a competitive streak since you've been with him. It makes him laugh when the guys look at you in shock when you pick up their gauntlets.

“Oh please.” A playful scoff answers him but the promise of getting him naked along with you as quickly as possible is something you’re happy to compete for. “You’re on, York.”

He chuckles, hopping up on the step stool and quickly hooking one end of the rod in the bracket, twisting his head behind him to see you shucking your shorts and panties in one swift move. He grunts, reminding himself to turn back around and not watch you with the fucking curtain rod in his hand. Reluctantly pulling his eyes away so he can finish putting the drapes up.

You manage to toss off your shirt and hop onto the bed just a half second before Dave turns around again, and your grin of triumph is positively silly. “I win,” you proclaim, crooking one finger at him to beckon him off the step stool.

"You do." Dave agrees seriously, stepping down and turning towards you with a glimmer of a smile. "So what's your prize?" He asks, eyes roaming over you and his cock twitches when you spread your legs for him to give him that stunning view of your cunt. While you still had moments of insecurity, in the safety of your bedroom, you're growing more confident in wielding your sexuality and he is fucking mesmerized by it.

“I believe there was a promise of fucking me into the bed that I’d like you to make good on, please.” A glorious smirk forms on your lips and you can’t help but add: “Daddy.” In that low voice you do sometimes that makes him nearly growl.

"Goddamn." His voice is rough, lust ridden, and he quickly pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. "You want me to fuck you boneless?" He demands, reaching for the button of his shorts and pulls it open. "Leave you laying there breathless, leaking my cum before I shove a pillow under your hips to have you lay there like that?"

“God yes.” Sounds like an incredible fucking use of your evening, to be honest, and you’re not about to be shy admitting it.

He chuckles and pushes his shorts and boxers down, letting his hard cock bounce out and jut up proudly. "You want me to fuck a baby into you, baby?" He coos when you shift your hips up and slide your hand down to cup your breast.

“Been wanting you to for months.” Not that you’ve said much, maybe a passing comment a half dozen times grand total in the last few months, because you knew he wasn’t ready. Now that he is? After every single room you unpack, you’re going to be on your back with him as deep inside you as possible.

"I know." He has been wanting it too, denying himself only because he knows that if someone threatened you again, he would rain hell down on them, surely creating an international incident in his fury to protect you. "Good things come to good girls who wait for Daddy."

“You keep talking like that and I’m not letting you get dressed for the rest of the weekend.” You reach for him easily, snagging his arm and dragging him onto the bed beside you.

He laughs, falling onto the bed and reaching out and cupping your cheek before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours hungrily. "Is my baby girl eager?" He hums, kissing along your jaw.

“Always.” Grasping hands keep him close, bringing him with you when you lay back in the freshly made bed. One hand slips between you, gathering some of your own arousal on your fingers before wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping it slowly.

"Jesus." He rucks his hips forward and he groans before he pushes you back and quickly clamors between your legs. "Do you— are you ready baby?" He asks, already eager to sink into your velvety walls and fuck you full of him.

Taking all of him without any preparation is always met with a little pinch, but fuck if it isn’t the best reason to gasp when he fills you. “I love you, Daddy.” It has a whole new layer about it with what you’re now embarking on, and that actually makes it all the sweeter.

"Fuck I love you." He drives his hips deep and grinds into you. "You always feel fucking perfect, baby girl."

“Just for—” Cutting yourself off with a moan, you revel in the fact that there are no neighbors sharing walls to hear you this time. You can be as loud as you want again, which was definitely something you had missed from the cabin. “Just for you, Daddy, fuck.”

His hands are bunched into fists, elbows burrowed into the mattress while he rocks his hips. "Can't wait until you make that a reality." He groans, smirking at the way your mouth drops open with another moan. "Make me a daddy."

“Fuck yes.” Your hips rock in rhythm with his, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm. “Gonna have you f—fill me up every, fuck, chance we get.”

Dave groans, even as he is smirking down at you when he pulls away from where he was kissing along your neck. "You're gonna be so gorgeous." He huffs, sliding one hand over to cup your breast and push it up higher so he can duck his head down and suck on it while he fucks you.

Your normal sense of humour would have you joking about ’Finally a good reason to be round’ but the spell of this moment is too precious to break. Instead, you’re a whining mess beneath him, wrapping your legs around his waist like you never want him to be further away than a half-thrust. “Not gonna be able to keep your hands off me,” you predict breathlessly, as though he didn’t already have that ‘problem’ now.

"Never." Dave agrees, twitching deep inside of you with another rough thrust. "Gonna work from home." He pants. "Have you write while you sit on my cock. Have meetings with my fingers buried inside you." He growls at the idea, loving the image of spreading you out on his desk and keeping you satisfied while you are horny and desperate for him.

“Fuck.” Between his pace and the pictures he’s painting for you, you cling to him just a little bit more. “Yeah?” You rock your hips up, taking him deeper and your head drops back to the pillow again with a moan. “Gonna keep your kn—knocked up girlfriend - oh god - satisfied?”

He almost says something, corrects your wording while he buries his cock deep inside you. Instead he moans, biting back the words on the tip of his tongue and tucks his head into your neck and completely covers you when his arms push up underneath your torso and he lowers his hips to push you into the bed even more. "Yeah."

The closer to the edge he works you the more rambling your praise becomes, until the most coherent word from your lips as you move with him is his name. There are no thoughts in the world now except him, and that is exactly the way you like it. Especially in the plush king-sized bed you’ve shared for months - now in your brand-new home.

"Love you baby." Dave grunts, sweat rolling down his spine as he moves. "Gonna knock you up, right here. Now." He promises, biting on your nipple slightly and then soothing it with his tongue.

“Love you — s-so much.” The familiar spark in your core that only come from Dave makes your movements with him a little more frantic. “Fuck Daddy, I’m…I’m gonna cum.”

He growls happily, loving how you cum for him. "Good girl." He praises. "Cum for me. Soak my cock and I'll fill you up. Cream up that tight little hole and pump my baby into you." He hisses, feeling his own body start to tighten in anticipation of cumming. "Breed you."

For being something that you’ve written about so many times, the reality of it is so much better. If this turns out to be a kink you’re going to have a brood of York brats in no time.

Dave loves how you come apart for him. The way that you throw your head back, exposing that column of your throat while you cry out his name loudly. Feeling the way your cunt starts to spasm and your body shakes against him. The hot flood of your cum washing over his cock and making everything incredibly wet for the final few thrusts. "God baby." He pants. "So good."

“Cmon Daddy.” He’s so close, you can tell by the way he’s lost his rhythm, and you drag your nails down his chest to scrape over his nipples just right. “Put a baby in me.”

His eyes burst open and the groan of pleasure pours out of his chest. The sharp scrape of your nails just what he needed to push him over the edge, combined with your word makes him lose his mind. Dave whines, pushing deep and the small thrusts just push him deeper, cock painting your walls with his sticky seed as he gasps out your name raggedly.

There’s nothing but uneven breathing and murmured ‘I love you’s for a few minutes, as your hands stroke his skin gently and you pepper his face, neck, and shoulder with kisses. You’d forgotten the feeling of being full of him since it’s been months with condoms, and it makes you sigh happily to think — you might have just grown your family by one more member. But you’ll have to wait to find out.

He hums, sliding back gently and watching his cock slip out of your body, soft and coated with your combined juices. Your lips are swollen slightly, like they are every time the two you fuck, and he grins when he sees the pearlescent dribbles of his seed threaten to push out of your cunt when your walls clench but stays put. "Let me prop those hips up and I'll get you some water." He teases, reaching for his pillow to shove under your hips.

The bedclothes that you just laid out so carefully are rather artistically destroyed, and you pull the sheet up over you once his pillow is under your knees. “No protests,” you tell him when he’s about to open his mouth. “If I’m covered up, I won’t mind laying here longer and the longer I stay like this it increases the chances it will take.”

He doesn't say anything, but he does pout at you. Blowing out a breath but nodding as he climbs off the bed. He won't argue but he has no issue staring at your naked body all night. "I'll get you a bottle of water." He offers, leaning down and kissing your lips before he swipes up his boxers off the floor and slides them on. While the curtains are up in this room, they aren't up around the house yet and he doesn't want the neighbors already hating them. That can come later on.

“Don’t make me miss you too long!” You call after him, giggling a little with your own satisfied happiness as you watch his ass disappear down the hallway toward the stairs. It’s a little surreal, laying here in the bed you know so well but in a totally different room, and with yourself so full of both of your releases that you swear you can feel it.

When he’s gone more than just a few quick minutes you reach to grab your phone out of your shorts from where they are lying discarded on the edge of the bed. Pages upon pages of Pinterest nurseries have been calling your name for months but you haven’t let yourself look yet. Now, though? Now it is not only allowed but welcome. Forest motifs and menageries and whole nautical themes and various sports for parents who are die hard fans. It’s all so cute you want to coo at it, and you wonder how Dave will want to decorate the nursery or if he’s even thought about it.

Downstairs, Dave rushes to find the box that he had made sure that you didn't touch all day. He had labeled it 'Kitchen Shit' knowing that he was going to be the one to unpack all the kitchen equipment. Cutting the box open, he grins down at the book that he had the publisher of your book send him. A special copy they had been more than willing to provide. Taking it out and setting it on the coffee table with a couple of your candles, smirking to himself about your teasing when he had bought you more. Lighting them so that the fragrance starts to fill the air, knowing that he will bring you back down here soon. He grabs the water bottle he had promised and takes the stairs two at a time to get back to you.

“There you are.” When he appears in the doorway again a smile spreads across your face like wildfire. “I was about to come find you.”

"Sorry." He walks over and twists the cap off the bottle to hand it to you. "I got hung up." He doesn't offer more than that, knowing that you will assume that he was just unpacking something in the kitchen. Sliding into the bed beside you, he smirks over at you, your hips still propped up under his pillow. "Comfy?"

“Getting pregnant is going to be fun.” You laugh, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips before you take a drink of water. “Wanna see the Pinterest baby nursery rabbit hole I fell down while you were gone?”

He smiles, having already anticipated your boards you would have pinned and ideas already floating around your head. You were a dreamer, the wants of your life seemingly all coming true now. Dave was a planner, a do-er, and the two of you seemed to complement each other without stifling. "I'd love to." He murmurs, turning so he can see your screen, hand creeping under the sheet to slide across your generous tummy protectively, like you were already pregnant.

“So, I’m only looking at gender neutral ones.” Nuzzling into him is a reflex now, and you tap your phone screen to bring it back to life. “Forests, safaris, zoos, nautical stuff, specifics animals and sports teams…then there’s the specific as hell stuff. Like Wonderland or Neverland. And somehow Old West is a baby room theme?”

"I can see it." Dave grins at your confusion and looks back at the screen. "Which ones do you like?"

“I think I like Neverland.” Flipping open a different tab of your browser, you pull up a few images of nurseries that have combinations of forest and coastal decoration along with themed maps as wall art and plenty of natural colours throughout, preventing gender from becoming the dominant theme. “If they like the lost boys, we can go heavy on the forest and treehouse stuff as they get older, pirate stuff if they like Captain Hook, or even mermaids or fairies if they like Tinkerbell or the Cove the best.” It may have seeped into your brain just a little bit in the last twenty or so minutes. Maybe. “And look at this.” A different browser tab has a page open to an online store selling an area rug with the design as a map of Neverland. “It’s just an idea, obviously. And we can do anything. But this is…it’s sweet. And it’s versatile.”

“I like it.” Dave nods, looking at the designs. “We can get someone in to paint murals on the walls, unless painting is also your thing?”

“Actually?” The smile on your face spreads excitedly. “My dad painted those murals on my bedroom walls at the house in Delaware.” Dave had loved the forest scenes and teased you about wanting to be a fairy when you were a kid. “I bet he’d love it if we asked him to paint for his grandbaby.”

"Then I say we ask him to paint the nursery." Dave had already asked your father to come up and stay for a week or so after the two of you finished moving into the house and setting it up. He had a party planned for the two of you that he knows you would want your father present at. It was surprising that Kate hadn't spilled the secret: the housewarming party is also going to be an engagement party.

“He’ll love that.” You bookmark the rug on your browser and flip back to the myriad of Pinterest pictures with a smile. “And he’ll like the excuse to come visit while I’m pregnant.”

"I have a feeling that your dad is going to be here often." He hums. "I invited him to the housewarming by the way. I didn't think you would mind."

“Oooh, that’s perfect! Thank you, honey.” Your relief at having a father and soulmate that get along is fairly palpable, and Dave gets all the bonus points and appreciative head in the world on the days they golf together.

He snorts and leans in to kiss your cheek. "Of course, baby." He hums, smirking to himself thinking of when you learn that he had planned this out: asking your father for permission to marry you months ago, actually asked the first time he had met the man. Although your father had made him wait until the second golf outing for his answer. Testing him to see if he was patient.

“I love you so much.” Leaning into his embrace, your head rests easily against his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat. It’s a gentle, sweet thing until your stomach rumbles and sends both of you into a fit of laughter at the almost cartoonish sound. “Maybe we should order dinner?” You laugh, knowing that the kitchen things haven’t been unpacked yet - and even if they had there isn’t enough food in the house to make a meal of.

"Yeah." He agrees quickly, ready for you to go downstairs so he can do exactly what he's been planning on since you determined the move-in date. "Let's get dressed and order whatever you want."

“Japanese?” More than a few nights sitting on the half-finished floors of this house during the planning and construction phases, dinner had come from the Japanese restaurant a few blocks away. The owner already knows your names and includes extra dipping sauces in with your appetizers.

"That sounds good." He smirks and pulls the covers off of you to slap your thigh playfully. "Make sure to order saké too." He tells you, knowing that he will want to have the Japanese liquor with his sushi. "And eat all the sushi you want before it's banned."

“Should I just order us a bunch of rolls to share and some crab rangoon?” You’re already pulling up the restaurant’s website and signing into your account where all your previous orders are saved, and so much of what you like overlaps that it makes things easy.

"That sounds good to me." Dave nods, picking up your clothes and laying them out for you to get redressed. "But order two of the spicy tuna rolls." He flashes you a grin. "I want one to myself."

“Got it.” A minute or two later you’re crawling out of bed to get dressed again, earning a chuckle from Dave when you pull on the ’I <3 My Army Soulmate’ t-shirt that Katie gifted you instead of the extremely sweaty and gross shirt you had been wearing while unpacking all day.

He chuckles and shakes his head, reaching out to pinch a nipple. "You like that shirt huh?" He asks, playfully. "It's the third time you've worn that since Kate gave it to you."

“I love you.” You remind him needlessly. “And I’m proud of you.”

“The army is behind me.” He reminds you, leaning in and kissing your temple. “You are my future baby.”

“If you don’t like it, I won’t wear it anymore.” But to you it’s a bit like if one of your old college friends had given him a t-shirt of your alma mater. It’s symbolic of embracing all of him.

“Absolutely not.” Dave reminds himself that you will sometimes take things differently than he means them. “I like it on you. Just wish I met you while I was still in.”

“Sometimes I think about if my parents had moved back to Rhode Island after college instead of staying in Delaware.” Slipping your hand into his, the two of you head for the stairs together. “Some accidental meeting, like you coming to my high school prom with another girl and us meeting that way. Or even at the beach.” You look up at him and offer him a dreamy smile on the stairs. “Maybe I’ll use that for the next book.”

"You should." Dave will always encourage your ideas. "And honestly? I want you to expand on your coffee shop story." He admits with a grin. He treasures that story that you had written for him for Christmas and has re-read it several times.

“That story is just for you.” You tell him honestly. Not even Katie has read it, not because you’re embarrassed of it but because it’s something that you made especially for Dave. “But if you like it that much maybe I’ll write you a little follow-up for your birthday.”

"I would love that." He tells you honestly. "My own personalized story."

Grinning up at him, you stretch to kiss him before turning down the stairs again. The faint smell of your favorite candles meets your nose, and you wonder if maybe he unpacked another box while he was down here getting water, but it’s very obvious what he’s done once you get a look into the living room.

On the coffee table, surrounded by your favorite scented candles - the ones you teased him about getting more of barely a week ago - is the very first copy of your book from your publisher. “Oooh, my god.” You’ve seen pictures of what it will look like, sure, but not an actual book in person yet. “When did this get here?”

"This?" He asks coyly, grinning at you. "This came about two days ago." He admits with a small shrug of his shoulders. "This is a very special copy that I asked the publisher for." He explains.

“Two days?” The pout you send in his direction is so exaggerated that your lip nearly folds in half. The cover is a cabin snow scene with two lovers pictured embracing, and the man is holding a gun behind his back. It’s a quintessential romance genre cover and you could not possibly love it more. The title, Murder Wears a Lab Coat, is scrawled across the top of the cover, and like a movie poster, the inside of the dust cover proclaims: ’Sometimes Chemistry Just Can’t Be Denied!’ But the very best part of the whole thing is something that most people wouldn’t even blink at. ‘by S.H. York’ wouldn’t raise any eyebrows anywhere, but it makes you grin. S.H. for Sweetheart. Although the character, Pedro, calls his girl ‘Angel’.

"Yes, two days." Dave scrunches his nose at you and reaches out to pick up the book, caressing the cover and taking a deep breath before he hands it to you. "I thought you would appreciate this, considering this was the story you were developing as we fell in love. It's our love story."

“Of course it’s our story. That’s why it’s dedicated to you.” The volume feels a little lighter than you expected in your hands, but it’s probably just a trick of your mind. The thing is so weighty and important to you that you expect it to be heavy as marble.

"Open it up." He orders you softly, waiting until you are looking down at it and opening the cover before he shifts off the sofa to kneel down beside you, making the transition smoothly so you don't notice him doing it.

It’s not as though you don’t know every single word inside this book. You put them all there yourself. But the urge to read through everything and cherish it all is strong, so you open the cover like he suggests. Flipping past the title page, you’re met with the sight of a hollow square cut out of your very first novel - inside of which sits a black velvet box. “Oh my god…” That box has been sitting in your father’s safety deposit box for almost your entire life. You’d know it anywhere. When you look over at Dave to try to sputter out a full sentence your jaw drops and tears fill your eyes almost instantly at the sight of him on one knee beside you.

"You are my soulmate, sweetheart." Dave murmurs, reaching out and taking one of your hands to hold gently. "I was curious about you from the moment that I recognized your tattoo. Hell, I've been curious about you my entire life, wondering what kind of woman that the universe had decided would be mine." He gives you a smile, squeezing your hand. "I have not been disappointed, in fact, I've been amazed at how wonderful of a woman you are. You are too good for me, but for some reason, you love me." He chuckles and reaches out to pluck the ring box out of the book and opens it. "Sweetheart, would you marry me?"

Of all the times you imagined this - every crazed and overblown scenario or all the different little slice-of-life ways you thought it might one day happen - Dave has blown them all out of the water yet again. He’s been better for you than anyone you could ever have imagined, no matter how active that writer’s brain of yours has been over the years. You, however, are much less articulate than your dreams. Hiccupping out an immediate “Yes!” through tears before diving forward to kiss him with every ounce of love you have in you. Your mother’s ring – your ring - can wait. This moment is just you and Dave.

Easily wrapping his arms around you, the hollowed-out book is crushed between the two of you and the ring box is held in his fist while he kisses you. Enjoying the joy and eagerness in your kiss, as well as the salty taste of your tears - only because he knows they are tears of joy.

“I love you.” Murmured against his lips is the best way to make that declaration, and it practically vibrates through you as you hold him against you. “I love you so, so much, Dave York. And I can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

"Well, that's a good thing..." He muses, pulling back to give you another grin. "Because I've already told everyone that our housewarming party is also an engagement party." He confesses.

“Everyone?” You can’t help but laugh, shocked that no one had spilled the beans yet. Deirdre and Ari are legendarily bad at holding in excitement about surprises. “That…that’s why Dad’s coming isn’t it?” You sniffle and press in to kiss him again. “How are you so perfect?”

"That's why dad's coming." Dave confirms. "He has to make sure that even though I've asked permission to marry you, that I'm not pushing you too fast." He huffs, rolling his eyes over your overprotective dad.

"And someday, when we have a little girl, you might find yourself just as dead-set on watching over her." The name Alice Diana has cemented itself in your psyches and you've definitely caught yourself referring to your future daughter by name in dreaming with Katie from time to time.

"No doubt." He snorts, fully aware that he would be an overprotective father. He knows exactly what kind of monsters roam the world.

You grin at him, eyes glistening with happy tears. "You're going to see me doing everything with my left hand out for about the next month solid. Every single person I interact with is going to know I found my soulmate."

"Well, first we have to put the ring on your finger." He teases, pulling the box out from around you and plucking the ring out to place it on your hand. "Finger me." He jokes, holding out his hand for yours.

"I think I said that to you this morning." Despite dissolving into giggles, you manage to situate your hand in his and shed a few more excited tears as he slips the ring onto your finger.

"You did and I did." He smirks and leans in to kiss your hand, rubbing the back of your hand. "I remember the neighbor beating on the wall again."

"It was a very nice apartment, but I already love this house." You tug him back up on the sofa to sit beside you, immediately snuggling under his arm. "The next-door neighbors at the apartment would probably throttle us if they had to listen to all the noise we're going to make trying to get pregnant."

"Considering you're ovulating, we might not be trying as much as you think we will be." Dave chuckles, tightening his hold on you.

The fact that he keeps track of your cycle is one of those things that surprised you at first, but you gradually came to think of as just very organized and very Dave. "It'll be celebration sex, then," you tell him matter-of-factly. "And that'll be just as frequent."

"Oh, you know that will happen." Dave assures you. "It's going to be open season, especially if you’re horny during your pregnancy." If you weren't, Dave would just have to jerk off for twelve months.

"If I'm not, we're both going to be extremely upset." You're snuggling into him for another kiss when your phone starts to ring, the phone number of the restaurant's delivery phone popping up on your caller ID. "I want to get it!" You insist immediately, practically jumping up when your phone starts buzzing. "First ever chance to do anything as an engaged woman."

Dave laughs, happy that you are ecstatic to be his fiancée. He watches you answer the phone with a smile on your face, looking back at him and sending him a wink. Less than a year ago, a standard job had brought him into your orbit. Hurdled him into yours and turning it upside down. You had gone from a terrified, meek woman who was horrified at what her soulmate was, to this confident, proud woman who was happy to proclaim him as yours for all the world to see. You have completely changed his life and he couldn't be happier. The copy of your book is sitting proudly on the coffee table, where it will be joined by many others over the coming years. All thanks to your killer writing.

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Things the hq boys secretly love pt. 1

WARNINGS: language, some suggestive content

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CHARACTERS: Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintarou, Bokuto Koutarou, and Sakusa Kiyoomi

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part 1 , part 2

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

• when you use his body wash, cologne, shampoo, etc. basically anything that makes you smell like him.

• makes him go absolutely feral inside.

• started one day when you ran out of your own body wash and you just used his instead. so when you went to hug him after your shower and he got a giant whiff of his body wash clinging to your figure? oh boy, he was done for.

• "sorry hajime, i forgot to buy more body wash yesterday so i just used yours, i hope that's okay."

• "yeah, it's fine."

• iwaizumi hajime is indeed not fine.

• he's all cool and collected on the outside, but internally he's losing his mind and thinking some not so safe for work thoughts.

• he starts doing things like: buying the larger bottles of his body wash, putting your body wash behind his or on a higher shelf, giving you clothing doused in his cologne, one time he even hid the new bottle you'd just bought for a few days before he "miraculously" found it.

• don't get me wrong, he absolutely loves the way you smell and all of your products, but there's just something about you smelling like him that gives him an odd sense of pride and makes his heart race.

• he never directly tells you he likes when you smell like him, but he'll drop little hints like saying "you smell nice" and "i like the new body wash you're using."

• "haj, this is your body wash?"

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SUNA RINTARO

• when you film and take photos him instead of the other way around.

• he's literally always filming and taking photos of you, even has a whole album that consists purely of content of you. so when you decide to start taking revenge by doing the same, suna's heart soars.

• you even created his own little folder in your phone and he thinks its absolutely adorable.

• but that doesn't mean he isn't a little shit about it

• will 100% pretend to hate and be annoyed by it, but deep down he finds it endearing. not that he'd ever admit that.

• you'll catch him doing something subconsciously or just plain stupid. really anything you deem adorable and want to save and cherish for later.

• you even caught him dancing around while he was cleaning once.

• when he catches you filming he just stops whatever he's doing and his face settles into this deadpan expression. he’s all pouty and you'll let out this little giggle that melts his heart (but he's gotta keep up his "over it" act)

• mf is just like "cut the cameras. deadass."

• if you catch him doing something embarrassing he's not afraid to chase you down and tackle you in retaliation.

• gripes about you deleting it (which you always refuse to do) and then five seconds later will be like "...can you send it to me?"

• he may act all huffy about it in the moment, but he absolutely loves that you cherish these moments with him so much that you want to document them.

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BOKUTO KOUTAROU

• when you crash boys night.

• you try not to do it too often because you respect his free time and his friends. but every now and then you'll come home a little earlier than planned or need to bring bokuto something he left at home.

• every time without fail, bokuto perks up with excitement and invites you to hang with him and The Boys™️ despite your intrusion.

• you've always thought he was just being nice because you're his s/o, but he genuinely wants you there.

• he loves that you make an effort to get to know his friends. it shows him you care about his personal life and those he's closest to. he really does want you to get along with his friends and vice verse

• at first his friends are a little dismissive of you, but they warm up to you pretty fast. they all secretly have a little soft spot for you after seeing how happy you make bokuto, but that doesn't mean you're exempt from teasing.

• kuroo flirts with you every now and then just to push bokuto's buttons.

• all of this also extends to when you invite him out with your friends.

• the fact that you also want him to get to know your friends and be part of that region of your life warms his heart.

• all of your friends love him of course, they think he's adorably hilarious. plus, they see how happy he makes you, so he's got their approval.

• basically what i'm saying is please invite this sweet boy out with you, and don't feel guilty about crashing boys night. he loves that his friends are becoming yours and vice versa.

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI

• when you never fail to ask for consent before touching him (besides the obvious consent you both ask and give before nsfw acts).

• you're very aware of his germaphobia, and ever since you met him you've always been extremely respectful with his boundaries, even after the two of you started dating.

• the first time you asked was when you first met him. "is it okay to give you a hug?" "no."

• he was floored when you didn't even seem offended by his short and cold response. you just gave him a smile and an "okay!" and then moved on. uhh, why are his cheeks suddenly heating up?

• however, once he got more comfortable with you in your relationship, he told you that you didn't have to ask to hold his hand, cuddle, or give him a hug or a kiss. it was a big step for him and it didn't go unnoticed by you.

• but he can't deny that it warms his heart that you still ask.

• sometimes you'll look at him with raised eyebrows and he'll give a little nod of consent. other times you'll just pause your actions and wait, allowing him to make the first contact. but most of the the time you'll just straight up ask him.

• "is this okay?"

• "that's fine love, but you know you don't have to ask every time? you're my s/o after all."

• "yeah, i know."

• this man is putty in your hands

• he'll keep telling you that you don't have to ask anymore (he doesn't want you to feel awkward around him) but you assure him you don't mind and continue to any ways.

• he won't admit it, but he secretly loves that you still do. it shows him you respect his boundaries and care about him enough to put aside your own wants for his comfort.

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A/N: i plan on having several more parts to this hc, and i already have a few other boys planned, so let me know who you want to see next!

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❝sleeping habbits, liyue edition❞

Pairings: Xiao x gn!reader, Ganyu x gn!reader, Zhongli x gn!reader, Keqing x gn!reader

<- Mondstadt edition

A/N: I just thought it'd be cute, okay?

P.s. This is a modern au just because

He sleeps with a nightlight and you cannot tell me otherwise

Don't tease him about it! He will get all cold and snappy

You know why he keeps it on though, it helps with the nightmares

Xiao doesn't really like to sleep, so sometimes you have to coax him into bed

Even then, he's always up before you are

You rub your eyes awake, rolling over to his side of the bed. It was cold, evident that he'd been up for a while now. The window was open, letting in the cool morning air. Xiao always said it helped calm him when his head started getting too loud.

"Breakfast is getting cold," came a gruff voice.

He was leaning against the doorframe.

"It's not my fault you made it so damn early," you yawned and stretched, not bothering to even sit up.

"Come kiss me good morning, or else I'm going back to sleep."

You closed your eyes, offering him your cheek while still comfortably swaddled in blankets. It took some time for him to come over, the crossed arms and annoyed face did nothing to cover his red cheeks.

Briefly pressed his lips to your temple, muttering a "childish" before he walked out.

Sometimes, you'd even have to sing him to sleep

He won't ask you to do it, but when you do, he sleeps relatively better

Acts like he doesn't want you close but when you snuggle up to him, he never refuses

Lets you steal all the blankets because he'd give you the world if you asked for it

The type of person to have a schedule of when to sleep and when to wake up

According to Ganyu, sunlight is nature's alarm clock

She keeps the curtains open to let natural moonlight in because for some reason, it makes her feel safe. And in the morning, she's up when the first rays of sunshine hit her face

Would love to sleep in if she could honestly, but duty calls (she'll just take an afternoon nap later)

Also snores lightly, not enough to disturb you, but enough for you to coo to yourself at how adorable she sounds

For some reason, it was still dark, and you were already awake.

"What time is it," you made sure to lower your voice, then propping up your body on your elbows to check the time on Ganyu's bedside table.

"4:32 am...what the hell..."

You looked over to your sleeping girlfriend, hair looking an even deeper hue of indigo due to the pre-sunrise sky. She whimpered, shifting about a little, and you were afraid she would wake up, so you caressed hair ever so gently.

"Shh, it's alright," you whispered. "That's it, don't wake up yet, you've got a busy day tomorrow."

You kept your hand on the side of her head, eventually falling asleep to her soft snores and the peacefulness of it all.

She gets cold feet, so one day you decided to buy her a bunch of cute socks and now she wears them everywhere. Even to work!

Ganyu also likes scented candles, preferably nature inspired fragrances like rain, grass, etc

You grew to like them as well, and now you both can't sleep without lighting one every night before bed

This man sleeps like a rock

No pun intended, I'm being serious

If anyone remembers that scene in Mulan 2 when Mushu unsucessfully tries to wake Shang up by crashing his cymbals? Then yeah, like that

Minus the part where Shang eventually wakes up

I'm only half kidding

He doesn't move either. Like at all.

Zhongli would stay in the same position throughout the night, which is usually facing you

This makes for opportunities

"Lao gong~" you inched your face closer to his, testing if he was asleep before proceeding admiring him as if he were a marble statue at a museum.

You poked his cheek. No reaction. You brushed his bangs away from his forehead, kissing him there, down to his nose and then at the corner of his mouth. You'd have to save one more for later.

"Truly, how did I get so lucky?" You settled in between one arm, lying your head down on his chest.

If only we could stay like this forever. That would be enough.

The beating of his heart matched yours, the sheets intermingled your warmth with his, never have you felt this connected to another being. In the quiet moments of the night, you told him you loved him.

*lăo gōng (老公) a sweet way of calling one's husband

Whenever either of you have trouble sleeping, tea is always the answer (or just for those cold nights)

Therefore, a boiler, tea pots/cups, and a variety of tea bags could be found in the bedroom

Goodnight kisses are a must, almost always given from him to you.

No matter when she sleeps, Keqing will always wake up at the same time every morning

And no matter where you both start out at the beginning of the night, she would always end up tangled with you

Not that you mind, but she got all huffy and embarrassed at first

Now she just accepts that it's her fault

Something was tickling your nose. In a bleary daze, you tried to lift your hand to swipe whatever annoyance was causing it--to no avail. Both your arms, and even your legs were locked down by a weight.

You blowed at it, scrunched up your face to hopefully get rid of the itch. Which backfired because your movements caused Keqing to stir, tilting her head up a bit and shoving hair into your already violated nostrils.

"Oh archons I'm gonna..." your eyes turned watery, shoulders rising as you tried to suppress it. And failed, yet again.

"A-ACHOO!"

You lurched violently, waking your lover up in the process. But at least the itch went away, and your limbs were no longer constricted!

"Y/N, couldn't you have sneezed into a pillow?" Keqing grumbled (as you can tell, not a morning person).

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, it's just...your head was so close to my face and-"

She held up a palm as if to say 'I get it, please shut up', and laid back down, scooching to the end of her side of the mattress.

As if that would do anything! She'd likely invade your territory again before daybreak, you guarantee it.

"Uhh- tian xin, maybe if you tied your hair? You know you're just going to come to me again."

Keqing thought about it for a moment (or maybe drowsiness delayed her reaction time), so she reached into her bedside drawer, handing you a ribbon.

She spread out her locks onto the pillow and turned to face the other way, pointing for you to do it for her.

You chuckled, getting to work, even giving her a short scalp massage in the process. After tying the knot, she was back to being fast asleep.

Snaking an arm around her waist, you kissed her shoulder, wishing to join her once again in slumber.

*tián xīn (甜心) meaning sweetheart

**mom i'm finally using my sucky chinese for something useful, aren't you proud?

You can't tell me she doesn't have at least one Morax plushie

One time you got jealous because it was like that one meme

Ah yes, my girlfriend and her favourite thing to cuddle to sleep, her Rex Lapis doll

You find out that Keqing actually needs to hold something to sleep properly

Which is cute but she'd deny deny deny

Later on, she latches onto you (as shown above)

You're warm, she says

[xmemeanonx]

Hey, I just discovered the yandere dynamic and I found your blog searching for headcanons and I am Hooked!! Do you remember the Platonic! Batman + Wonder Woman + Superman yandere headcanon you did a while ago with the reader being a new family member? Could you do a part 2 maybe? Especially when the reader wakes up with the three of them hovering and also how daily life would be? Thank you so much !

 Yeeeaaahhh boiiii (did this with a hero reader in mind)

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The first few weeks with them are what i like to call: loving anxiety weeks. The two most different yet similar feelings in the world. Its like when you get a new phone and your too scared to even set it down. 

yeah, thats them with you. 

but like x100000

Clark is a lot to deal with, he constanly wants to be around you 24/7. This delusional man-child is almost always seen by your side, copying exactly what your doing.

If your reading, hes suddenly very invested in a new book. Watching tv? Great! He loves this show. Oh, training with Diana? Look at the cool fighting move he can do!!!  

its a lot to deal with Clark, but dammit!! Clark just loves his kid so damn much!!

There will be times where your feeling overwhelmed by Clarks’ constant presence

In those times, Bruce and Diana are your saving grace

Bruce, at times, could be described as cold. He likes his time alone, as a matter of fact, hes used to being alone rip Alfred

But that does not mean hes neglectful. It just means that at times were Clark is being over-emotinal and smothering, and Diana is training you, Bruce is left feeling. . . . unimportant. But, he will never abandon you. His parents left him and now look at him! But Bruce wants you to live better, to be better. 

So he stays. He becomes the loving father he is, with you. And it feels natural. It feels good. Bruce believes that you make him a better person, and he loves you for that. So, he’ll give you anything you want.

Whenever you need something, Bruce just happens to have it. He’s big on gift giving. 

Any times your stressed, upset, or angry, hes always there. Whether it be as a shoulder to cry one, a word of advice, or just a fatherly hug, Bruce is there. He watches over you, both literally and figuratively. 

He’s probably the one who takes you out of the house the most. If the manor is especially tense, Bruce will take you out to his favourite diner, or his favourite park. In those moment, you two genuinely feel like family 

Clark sometimes just invites himself and ruins the moment 

Diana is your savior. Shes like when you flip your pillow over to the cooler side on a hot night. You may think that because she is the one who dishes out the punishments, that she would be cruel. But, shes the farthest thing from it. She is the middle ground. The purest example of a mother figure. 

Her love is hard earned, but when it is earned,  she loves so deeply. 

During the tense times in the family, Diana takes it upon herself to be adult of the situation. She’s the easiest to talk to because she actually lets you talk.

Of course, there are times where even she loses her cool. And it’s scary. But there’s levels to it. First, she’ll get huffy, cutting you off to get her point in. Her voice is strong and demanding, you’ll just naturally shut up. Second, if your still going she makes herself bigger. Standing straighter, rolling her shoulders back, craning her neck. Anything to tell you to shut it, without actually saying it.

Thirdly, she yells.

I pray that you never go that far, because in those moments when Diana, your safe haven, is acting hysterical, who will save you?

You find that enjoying your life with them is truly an art. You learn quickly what words bring them the upmost joy, the ones that bring you the most pain, and which ones break their illusion of a perfect family. You begin to notice little things. Like how the three of them are more willing to give you whatever you want when you call them “mom” or “dad.” You learn what buttons of theirs to press at the right times, which floor boards make the most noise, what door creaks the most.

You learn quickly that escaping with your life isn’t something that will ever happen. But with how selfish Clark is, and indifferent Bruce and intense Diana is, how desperate are you?

[martyrmurdock]

your reaction when bsf!frank tells you he’s enlisted

♡ pairing: frank castle & gn reader

♡ word count: .8k

♡ tags: platonic, angst, hurt/comfort

♡ FRANK CASTLE ♡

Frank and you have a bond like no other. Of course he has other friends, close friends he cares deeply for, but you’re like family to him. You are family to him. You two have been attached by the hip since you were kids.

It was really hard on you when Frank told you he was going to join the Marine Corps. Especially because Frank decided that the perfect time to tell you would be at the very last possible moment because he knew you wouldn’t take the news well. And you didn’t.

It felt like a punch in the gut. To you, it felt like his plan was completely out of the blue. Frank never told you about his aspirations of joining the Marines, and it hurt you deeply that your best friend who you shared everything with didn’t feel like sharing that important bit of information with you.

You’re immediate reaction is disbelief, but once you realize that Frank is serious, you quickly grow enraged with him. You blow up at Frank who defensively retaliates in return, causing the biggest fight of your entire friendship to occur. You walk away from the encounter pissed off, but beneath your heavy layer of anger is deep profound hurt.

You don’t talk to each other at all until the day Frank is about to leave. He’s not expecting you to show up to send him off, especially with how your last talk went so wrong. But you do. The fight must have drained you of all of your energy because when you show up, you no longer look angry. At least, not as angry as you once were. You look tired. Frank wonders if you’ve been sleeping well. He surely hasn’t.

His heart clenches uncomfortably in his chest at the redness rimming your eyes, knowing that he was the cause of the tears you’ve shed. It makes him feel like a real piece of shit. If he could go back in time, he would have told you sooner to prevent all of this from happening.

It’s a little awkward at first. Neither of you quite know what to say to each other. You stand there, shuffling around and kicking up dirt, skirting around the elephant in the room. You’re the one to break the uncomfortable silence that settles over you after you greet one another.

“I’m still mad at you,” you grumble. You kick at the ground, scuffing up your already beat-up sneakers. Frank stays quiet, knowing that you’re not done speaking yet and that you’ll get huffy if he interrupts you. “But I don’t want you to leave with us on bad terms,” you say with a long, drawn-out sigh.

When you lift your head up, Frank’s slightly taken aback by the watery look in your eyes. You take a shallow, stuttery breath. “I’m really gonna miss you, Frankie,” you admit.

Frank doesn’t say anything, choosing to immediately wrap his arms around you in a fierce bear hug: one that you sink into. Frank’s hugs are one of the most comforting things in the world, and you missed them in the few days you and him weren’t on speaking terms.

“I’m not going away forever,” Frank gruffly replies, cheek pressed to the top of your head. “I’ll be back.”

Don’t make promises you can’t keep, you silently think to yourself. It terrifies you to your core to think that Frank could be swept away into the war, ending up as just another casualty. You don’t think you could handle that, losing your best friend.

“I know,” you quietly say, words muffled with your face pressed into his chest, hoping with every fiber of your being that he’ll come back home safe and sound. He squeezes you tighter before letting you go.

You’re surprised to see how Frank’s eyes have turned all glassy. You choose to not comment on it just like how he chooses not to comment on the tear-stains on his t-shirt.

You and Frank have to wrap up your talk sooner than you’d like as the time for him to leave approaches. For a fleeting moment, you wish you could talk Frank out of going. What are you going to do without your best friend by your side? After all, the longest you two have been separated for was a few weeks back when you were kids, and even that felt like an eternity.

But you bite your tongue and swallow down your protests. If this- enlisting in the Marine Corps- makes Frank happy, you won’t take that away from him. You would never want to deprive Frank of any sort of happiness, so you paste on the biggest smile you can muster and tell him to take care.

As he disappears from your point of view, you wave your arm back and forth, sniffling and hoping that he’ll be alright.

[yikesharringrove]

We’re Us

A little commishy for my bxtch @thinger-strang.

Read on Ao3

This shit is SOFT

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“Dustin, we all saw that fireball hit you,” Will said accusatorily, gesturing to the red bean bag on the ground at Dustin’s feet.

“Okay, first of all, you’re supposed to call a pause of play before using my real name,” Dustin said, all in one breath. “And second of all, the fireball only hit my lute, therefore I sustained no physical damage.” Dustin gestured to the cereal box that was taped to a jump rope, slung over his shoulder like it was a prized instrument.

“No, it didn’t. We all saw it hit your shoulder. You’d lose that arm at least, and take probably, like, fifty damage points.” Lucas pretended to aim a bow and arrow at Dustin while he spoke.

Dustin was getting dangerously close to huffy territory.

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll take the stupid damage points. Can we resume play yet?”

Everyone nodded, and they fell right back into battle.

It wasn’t often they took the game off the DnD board, but the weather was perfect, summer beginning to make itself known a little earlier than usual, giving them April days that were clear and perfect and made for the best LARP sessions known to Indiana.

Will aimed a fireball at Max, and launched it right as she darted out of the way. It sailed past her, missing her left hand by less than an inch, and she laughed wildly, raising her pool noodle sword and aiming blow after blow at him.

The bean bag hit the fence and went spiraling awkwardly into the small alley between the house and the old wooden fence

It was Will’s last fireball, and he hurried to retrieve any he could reach, dodging as best as he could around Max’s wild sword-wielding.

She tended to wallop them as hard as she could, somehow knocking the wind out of them with her soft excuse for a sword.

Will scrambled to pick up his bean bag from the overgrown grass and curling weeds, catching his breath quickly in the alley where he couldn’t be seen.

And then a sound drew his attention away from the battle.

It was a soft sound. He wouldn’t have heard it if the rest of the party had been so quietly focused on battling one another less than twenty feet away.

But he did hear it, and his head whipped around to find the source of it.

Steve and Billy.

Against the house.

Kissing.

It was like time stood still.

Like Will had been hit by one of Mage El’s freezing bombs.

Steve had Billy pushed up against the side of the house, their bodies pressed flush together.

Steve was clearly propping up Billy with his body, Billy’s mobility cane, the one he had let them cover in stickers, was laying forgotten on the ground.

Billy’s arms were wrapped around Steve’s shoulders, his hands curled in the fabric of Steve’s t-shirt. Steve had his arms wrapped around Billy’s waist, half holding him close, half not letting him fall without his cane.

They were kissing like they were trying to devour one another, and Will realized that the sound he had heard was a moan.

It wasn’t like seeing Lucas and Max kiss, or Mike or El, or even Nancy and Jonathan.

Seeing Billy and Steve,

Will knew he shouldn’t be seeing them.

He knew this was wrong, and people said two boys kissing was foul and bad.

But this didn’t look anything but, well, loving.

The way Steve was making sure Billy didn’t fall while they kissed, the way sometimes they would pull back and smile, their faces never moving more than a few inches away from one another.

One of Billy’s rough hands left its place clawed in Steve’s t-shirt, reaching forward to brush one thumb clumsily down his cheek.

They pulled back from one another, smiling stupidly, still staring into each other’s eyes.

Billy brushed his thumb down Steve’s cheek again, and Steve moved like he was nuzzling into the touch, turning his head to the right, pressing a kiss to Billy’s rough, scarred palm.

It made Will feel like he was floating in space with nothing keeping him down.

Steve pressed a kiss to Billy’s cheek, then his nose, then his other cheek, and Billy’s cheeks flushed and he giggled, a sound that was so foreign to Billy Hargrove it almost made Will rub his eyes to make sure he was seeing the right person.

And Billy smiled, so calmly and easily.

It made his whole face change. He looked like a completely different person.

And Will realized, he’s never actually seen Billy smile like this.

The only times he’d come close, we tight tiny things that never reached his eyes and were dropped within a second or two.

This was a genuine smile, full of genuine happiness, and god -

They’re in love.

They’re two boys, and they’re standing right in front of Will and they’re in love.

They went back to kissing, moving their heads slowly side to side, their mouths opening and closing and Will was so aware of having never kissed anyone before.

“Will, seriously! I’ve been yelling for you-”

Mike stopped talking the second he rounded the house.

He was stalk still, his mouth hanging open like a dead fish at what he saw.

Will’s heart was thundering against his ribcage, and he tried to push Mike back towards the game, pleading quietly at him to move.

And then the rest of the group was joining them. Faces mirroring Mike’s dead fish expression as they stared, open-mouthed, at Steve and Billy.

Will had his back to them, but in the quiet, he could hear. He could hear the soft sounds and the moans, and even the giggles that made his face go hot and his stomach do a whole gymnastics routine inside of him.

Will was staring at each of his friends in turn, pleading with them to just turn right around, and continue on with play as nothing had ever interrupted their battle.

Like they haven’t just stumbled on a huge and dangerous secret.

He went as far as to push Lucas, gently shoving him backward saying go! Go! Under his breath.

The last thing he needed was for Steve and Billy to notice them here. To realize what they had seen. What they know.

And then-

“What the fuck?”

Billy and Steve broke apart, looking towards the entrance of the alley, and seeing all six of the party, staring at them.

Max had been the one to speak, and she was looking at Billy oddly, almost like she didn’t know who he was.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, her voice quavering slightly.

Billy looked like he wanted to ground to swallow him right up.

Steve scrambled for the forgotten cane, keeping one hand on Billy’s elbow as he crouched down.

The movement made Will’s stomach flop over.

It was practiced.

Once Billy was standing on his own with the cane, Steve approached the kids calmly, his hands raised up like they were all wild animals that might attack at any moment.

“Look, I know how this looks, and you guys can’t-”

“It looks like, you guys were making out .” Dustin’s tone was hollow, and he looked as struck dumb as the rest of them.

“I know, and I mean, yeah. We were, but you need to listen -”

“Steve.”

Steve whipped right around when he heard the murmur.

Billy was standing slumped over against the house, one scarred, shaking hand covering his face, the other clutched so tightly to his cane his knuckles were white.

“Bill, I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. You’re okay.” Steve rushed to Billy’s side, holding onto his elbow again, brushing his fingers softly through Billy’s short hair, winding his fingers through the wild curls that were just long enough to form. “I’ll deal with this. It’s okay. They’re not going to tell.” Steve glared at the kids when he said that, as if daring them to argue.

Billy kinda, fell forward, leaning against Steve once again, his face going into Steve’s neck.

Steve didn’t react, still brushing his fingers through sandy blond curls.

“You all know what could happen to us if people found out?”

Nobody answered him.

Truth is, they did know.

They knew the stories about young men being beaten nearly to death. Being run out of town or put in the hospital over nothing but a rumor.

Being gay wasn’t something that was tolerated in Hawkins.

Hell, Will himself has been pushed around and called queer as long as he could remember.

Even by his own father.

“We won’t tell anyone.” Will felt like how Billy looked. Like he was shaking apart right in front of them. “I promise. We won’t. Not anyone.” He could barely get the words out. It was like his jaw had locked up with the rest of his bones.

He thinks it would kill him if anything happened to Billy and Steve over this. They needed to keep them safe.

He needed to keep them safe.

“Yeah. I promise,” El parroted. Steve beamed at them.

Will knew El had been very confused the first time she heard about Ryan Anderson, the high school sophomore that had been humiliated and beaten so badly his family had to leave town six years ago.

She didn’t understand how a boy that liked to kiss other boys was something that merited violence.

Hopper had surprised them all by saying that it didn’t, but some people felt like it did.

Who you kiss doesn’t matter as much as who you are. If you’re a good person, it’s all just extra fodder. But some people like to they’re better than anyone that’s different than they are.

El had called those people bad and that was the end of it.

“Billy, I won’t tell.” Max didn’t take her eyes off Billy while she spoke. “I swear. I’ll never tell anyone. Not even mom.”

Billy’s hand flexed on the handle of the cane, and his knees gave a wobble. Steve kept him upright, leaning over to murmur into his ear.

Will could just barely make out the words I’ve got you.

“I promise, too.” Dustin’s cereal box/lute was forgotten on the grass at his feet. “The party protects each other. It’s one of our laws.”

“Yeah, we stick together. This isn’t different.” Max gave Lucas a watery smile when he spoke up in turn.

Mike was quiet.

It was well-known how much he disliked both Steve and Billy.

All of the kids had some trouble trusting Billy after everything that had happened last summer. Billy didn’t seem to blame them. He kept to himself, even when he moved from his cold room in the military hospital into the Byers’ spare bedroom seven months ago, he was like a ghost moving through the house.

Only Steve could make him come out of his shell in those early days. Only Steve could make Billy join them for dinner and movie nights, take slow walks around the yard with his walker, and later with his cane. Only Steve could make Billy’s shoulders relax from their defensive position up around his ears, and now, it was finally dawning on everyone why.

The kids mostly left him alone, only Max and El bridging the gap and actually speaking to him. Max had been determined to see Billy through his recovery, glaring at him and watching like a ginger hawk while he did his physical therapy, practicing his grip and moving buttons from one bowl to another.

El would sometimes talk to Billy in a hushed voice. She would get him on his own and hush words like Papa and Mama and bad and Billy would have to retreat to his bedroom for slowly decreasing amounts of time.

Nobody but Joyce and Hopper knew what she saw in Billy’s head. They were just informed that he wouldn't be returning home after his two-month stint in the military hospital. Max hard clenched her jaw and nodded jerkily and nobody dared ask any further questions.

He and Will traded a lot of good mornings and tended to generally avoid eye contact when they came across one another in the house.

But none of them hated him, they were just a little weary.

Mike, on the other hand, had some unexplained vendetta against both Billy and Steve and Will found himself willing Mike to be kind in this moment. To not see this as some power over them, or something.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “Dustin’s right. We protect each other.”

Steve gave them a smile that was so dazzling and bright, it almost gave off its own light.

His eyes were shining and he gave a watery laugh.

“They really meant it when they said children are the future.”

“Who said?” El asked him.

“I don’t know, actually. Just people, I guess.” Steve shrugged, jostling Billy who was still nestled in his shoulder. “Look, seriously guys, thank you. I can’t even imagine how I would’ve felt if-nevermind.” He cut himself off quickly, shaking his head. “It just means a lot. To both of us.” Steve smiled at them one last time, this time much softer and thoughtful. “You’re good kids.”

Nobody said anything else. They didn’t know what to say to Steve.

“I came back here to get my fireballs. I, uh, I got ‘em.”

Everyone looked back at Will, and, almost like they were coming out of a trance, began picking their makeshift weapons back off the grass, and chattering idly as they went back to the yard in order to continue their battle.

Will lingered for a second, looking over his shoulder at Steve and Billy, who were still wound together.

They were talking softly, and Will was pleased to see Billy lift his head back up, still looking pale and nervous, but smiling at Steve.

He leaned back down and planted a kiss on Steve’s neck, right above the edge of his t-shirt.

Will felt his face go hot, and tugged himself away, going back to the game.

It wasn’t until well after dinner, when everyone else had gone home, that they spoke about it again.

Will. Will! Do you copy? Over.

The static rasping of Mike’s voice through the walkie-talkie was coming from under Will’s bed where he had stashed it.

He quickly turned down the volume dial on the side before answering.

“Yeah, Mike. I copy. Over.”

“We need to talk about today,” Mike said through the walkie. “I mean, did you have any idea? Over.”

“No. I didn’t,” Will said, truthfully. Finding out had made a lot of things clunk into place, but that doesn’t mean Will knew. “Over.”

“It’s just, neither of them seem the type. You know? Over.”

Something about that statement didn’t sit too right with Will.

Before he could respond another voice crackled through the channel.

“This is gold leader joining the conversation to let Mike know he’s being a dick. Over.”

Will laughed. Trust Dustin to listen in on the conversation and come forward to defend Steve.

“Lucas, do you copy, too? Over.” Will waited a moment after he asked.

“Yeah, I copy. I wanted to hear what you all were saying first. I don’t really know what to think about all this. Over.”

“I don’t think there’s much to think about. Steve seems happy. Billy too, I guess. Over,” said Dustin.

Will’s heart swelled with a pride he didn’t quite understand at Dustin’s words.

Outside in the hall, the phone rang.

Will heard his mom scramble to pick it up, calling softly down the hall for Billy, and the unmistakable thumping of Billy and his cane coming to take the call.

He heard his mom scrape a chair over for him and retreat to her room, giving him some privacy.

“It’s just scary, you know? Like, something really bad could happen to them if anyone else found out.” Will thought for a second. “You think anyone else knows? Over.”

“Robin. She was making comments to Steve a few days ago about his secret relationship and I kept asking him about it until he punched me in the arm. She knows. Over.”

“I’m just confused,” Mike sighed down the line. “Steve dated my sister for like, a year. And Billy is always disgusting and flirting with my mom. Or at least, he would do that. You know, before. Over.”

“Yeah, that’s just Billy being Billy,” Max chimed in.

“You have to say over when you’re finished. Over.”

“ Fine, dickheads. Over.”

“That makes sense, but Steve and Nancy doesn’t. Over.”

“Lucas, it doesn’t have to make sense. David Bowie says he likes guys and girls. Billy has, like, three different magazines where he says that. Over.”

“Max is right. We don’t have to understand any of this. They seem happy, and good together, and that doesn’t really concern us. Over.” Will was hoping he could speed through the rest of this conversation. He could hear Billy in the hall, shifting and murmuring something Will couldn’t make out but was dying to overhear.

He had a feeling he knew who was calling.

“But, now it does concern us. We know. And as we’ve previously established, the more people that know, the more danger they could be in. Over .” Dustin almost sounded as though he might cry.

“Then, we can’t talk about it. Not unless we know for a fact that we aren’t going to be overheard. And maybe we should give them codenames. Only call them something like Han and Leia when there’s a chance of someone listening in. Over.”

“I like Lucas’s codename idea, but I’d rather die than call them Han and Leia. Over.”

“Okay, Mike, it was the first thing that came into my head! What, you think you have a better idea? Over.”

“I don’t know. Harold and Maude? Over.”

“That’s stupid, Mike. Clearly, they’re Bert and Ernie. Over.”

Will snorted at Max’s suggestion. He heard Billy coughing wildly in the hall. He listened carefully to him until it died down and he knew it wasn’t a bad one.

“I think we’ve come to an agreement. If we need further discussion, codenames: Bert and Ernie. Okay, my mom wants me to spend time with her tonight. So this is gold leader, signing off. Over and out.”

“I’m going too. Over and out,” Mike said.

“Over and out,” said El, not surprising any of them that she was listening in. She did that a lot. Simply listen to her own walkie, and when asked why she didn’t say anything would shrug and go nothing to add. They only asked that she sign off so that they knew she got whatever information they had discussed.

Everyone followed with their own sign-offs, and Will twisted the top knob on his walkie, shutting it off.

There was a moment of silence out in the hall, and then three beats on Will’s door.

He found Billy on the other side, slumped in the chair under the phone, his cheeks going red.

“Can’t get up,” he grunted. “Can’t reach the hook.”

Will didn’t say anything, nodding quickly and avoiding eye contact as he took the phone, placing it carefully back on the hook.

Billy got stuck in chairs fairly often.

His core muscles had been slashed up worse than anything else, and sometimes he just needed a good pull up.

Will took hold of his wrist, leaning his body weight backward to yank Billy to standing.

Billy kept his weight heavily on his cane, patting Will once on the upper arm in thanks.

“You guys know Steve has one of your little walkie-talkies, right?”

“ What ?”

Will genuinely didn’t know that.

“Dustin gave him one. I don’t know when, but he’s got it.”

“So, uh, so he heard. Everything.”

“And relayed it all to me through an embarrassing amount of tears, by the sounds of it.”

But Will could see that Billy’s eyes were brighter than usual in the dark, and suddenly Will remembered that there had been a wet spot on Billy’s sleeve.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I mean, well, you’re good kids. All of you.” Billy patted him on the shoulder again. “I was shitting myself out there when you found us. Thought for sure one a’ yous would go squealing.”

“Maybe we would’ve. Before.”

“Never thought I’d be grateful for nearly being turned inside-out.”

“And I never thought I’d be grateful for being found dead in the water, but here we are.”

“Yeah, shit’s pretty weird if you stop and think about it for a few minutes. Near-death experiences really put your sexuality in perspective.”

“Is that why you two started dating? Perspective?”

Billy huffed a breath, looking up towards the ceiling. He coughed twice, and Will could pretty much hear his lungs rattle and crackle.

“Yeah. ‘S why we started dating. Both of us kinda realized there’s no sense in feeling like shit about the things that can actually make you feel not like shit.”

“So, you’re in love? Both of you?”

Billy’s cheeks were flooded with color, the deep red spreading all the way back to the tips of his ears.

“I think so. We’re both a little too fucked in the head to say it, but,” he shrugged lamely, not bothering to finish his thought, and looking anywhere but at Will.

He gets it, though.

Fucked up parents make for fucked up kids.

Will considered himself the luckiest person on Earth, and any kinda parallel universe, that he had his mom to stop, and later heal, all the damage his dad had caused.

“Well, I’m glad that you have it. Both of you. I mean, we saw you guys. And after everything, it's good that you’re happy.” And Will meant it.

Even before last summer, he had never seen Billy look the way he did when he was kissing Steve. Look that calm, and relaxed, and that goddamn happy. It really meant something.

Especially to Will.

Because he had never thought of someone looking that happy when they kissed someone else.

He had never thought of a boy looking that happy when he kissed another boy.

Billy surveyed Will for a moment, still leaning heavily on his cane in the hallway.

Will had the suspicion that Billy could see right through him.

“He came to visit me a lot when I was in the hospital. Steve, I mean. I don’t know why he did. It’s not like we were friends or anything. But one of those days, when I was barely awake he started talking about everything that happened those couple days.” Billy shifted closer to the wall, bracing himself with one hand as he lowered himself back into the chair. “The Russians. I don’t know what he’s told you kids, but it wasn’t pretty.”

“He hasn’t said anything. I mean, we all saw how he looked after, so we figured maybe he got in a fight.”

Billy chewed on his bottom lip.

“Look, you gotta swear not to tell any of the others this, but, uh, it was a bit more than a fight.”

Billy was giving him a meaningful look and something churned around in Will’s stomach.

“Torture?”

Billy gave a tiny, shaky nod.

“He started talking about it. Said after that, he started thinkin’ about shit different. Said he thought he was gonna die down there and that nothing would change without him. It was heavy, and I was mostly feeling the same way, and I think that’s why he told me. Knew that I could get it. After that he kept visiting, and I noticed that I didn’t hurt as much when he was there. Or maybe I did, but having him there, squinting at the t.v. ‘cause he can’t see worth a’ shit, or making some stupid comment about a nurse on the floor just made it easier. He makes a lotta shit easier.”

“I think that’s what it should be like. I don’t think love should make things harder.” Will thought of his mom and dad, and how different she acted with Hopper.

Like she didn’t hurt as much when he was there.

“It was hard in the beginning. I mean, before we got together. I thought that he didn’t feel the same way, you know? That I was just being an idiot, feeling like that for my best friend. But then he told me. He’s always been a lot braver than people give him credit for. Anyway, he told me, and it should’ve been fucking terrifying. And I was scared of people finding out. Still am, but it’s like, even if we get run outta town, and everyone we care about turns against us, it’ll be fine because we’re not just me an’ him, we’re us .”

Billy blinked quickly, almost as if he was surprised by his own words.

They clanged around in Will’s head.

We’re not just me an’ him, we’re us.

“You don’t have to be scared, though. I mean, of people finding out. Of turning against you both. We won’t let that happen. Not about something like this.”

Billy gave him a weak smile.

“I guess it makes sense. I mean, you all took me in after killing half the town. Tracks that you wouldn’t throw me out for. Being gay.”

“There are worse things to be than gay.”

“Psycho killer not one of them?”

Will gave Billy as unimpressed of a stare as he could muster.

“That wasn’t you. You forget, I know what it was like to have him controlling me. I know what it’s like to not do anything to stop him, even when you are fighting with everything you’ve got. I nearly killed my mom. I even might have, if I’d been stronger. You fought against him, and in the end, you won. I never could’ve done that.”

Billy just stared at the wall slightly above Will’s left shoulder.

“I killed people, too. When he had me. Led a whole group of people right into a trap. And it still scares me what he did. But I know that it wasn’t me that did it. It wasn’t you that did any of that, Billy.”

“I tell myself that. Hell, Steve tells me that about every five minutes. Just hard to watch yourself doing that awful shit and not be able to tell your body to knock it off.”

Will didn’t know how to respond, so he didn’t.

Billy was right. It was a nightmare watching yourself hurt people around you, feeling like you were in the backseat, screaming at yourself to stop.

But Billy had done what Will couldn’t’ve.

Right at that last moment, he stood up to the thing controlling his every move.

Stood up to that horrific flesh monster, adn died rather than let it kill El.

El, who he didn’t even know.

And then Billy’s bedroom door down the hall opened slowly, and Steve poked his head into the hall, swearing under his breath when he saw someone in the hall with Billy and trying to duck out of sight, knocking the back of his head into the doorframe and swearing again.

Billy laughed, a low wheezy laugh that ended in a short coughing fit.

“Real fuckin’ subtle, Harrington,” he choked out.

The door opened once more and Steve stepped out into the hallway, trying to look casual.

“I didn’t realize it was you there, Will. How’s it goin’?”

Billy laughed again, and gestured for Steve to come and help him stand up.

Steve did so quickly, smiling warmly at Billy when he had righted him on his feet, and keeping hold of Billy’s arm.

“Why are you sneakin’ in my window like some kinda perv?”

“Because I wanted to talk. I have a lot of emotions today.” Steve turned to address Will. “You kids are gonna be the death of me. And I mean that in the nicest way I possibly can.”

“Yeah, well. You guys are family.” Will shrugged, feeling very awkward when both Steve and Billy. Looked as though their eyes were overbright. Will panicked, trying to think of an exit strategy before he saw either of them cry.

He had seen them both in too many intimate moments today.

“Um, I’m pretty tired, so I think I’m gonna go to bed. Let me know if you need, uh, help tomorrow. You know, heading of my mom or anything.”

Will turned on his heel and slipped back into his own bedroom.

“Alright, Bert. It’s been a long day and I’m gonna need some help getting into bed. My legs have gone totally stiff.”

“Oh, in no way am I Bert! I’m totally Ernie. You’re Bert. Think about it: you’re surly, and rude, and-”

“Gonna dump you if you don’t shut up and help me go to bed.”

“Spoken like a true Bert.”