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ynbabe · 2 days

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Cute situations w/ f1 drivers- ep2.

Asking the drivers if they 'wanna nap?'

Charles:

"Wanna nap?" You asked the man as soon as he stepped into his hotel room, tired and eyes red. You knew Ferrari wasn't some winter wonderland but you didn't know why Charles put up with it.

You had been close friends with the man, since before he'd started f3 too, you knew he bled Ferrari red but this wasn't bleeding this was suicide.

Nonetheless, you were there for him, every weekend, only today there wasn't much to do, he had just come back from some meetings. He looked at you and hummed, taking off team-issued merch and throwing himself on the bed beside you.

You turned on some sad Adele song and faded into sleep, holding the boy close to you, his head resting on the curve of your neck.

Carlos:

"Wanna nap?" You asked Carlos as you both walked into his drivers' room, it was early in the morning at the Las Vegas GP and just as the year before they had messed up the timings and the drivers had to wait till four-thirty in the morning to get on with the programme.

Knowing the both of you, you were sure if you hadn't extended the offer the both of you would have ended up doom-scrolling through Netflix looking for some show to watch fighting off sleep.

"What?" He asked, shocked at the offer for a second before raising his browns and winking at you, "You finally feel my charm didn't you?" he laughed as he climbed onto the small and rickety bed next to you. "Smooth operator strikes again," he praised himself, pulling you close to him, enveloping you in his arms as the big spoon.

You groaned and kicked his shin, making him complain, "Dude you're so fucking lame!" You made fun of the older man who only replied with terrorism (tickling you,) "S-top, stop, I'm sorry," you laughed, trying to escape the death grip he had on you, eventually getting him to stop.

He let you catch your breath as he set an alarm, before trapping you in his warm arms again, both drifting into a comfortable sleep.

Lando:

It was way past midnight but you couldn't sleep, unable to get yourself out of the party high, too drunk to rest your brain. Thankfully you weren't the only one.

There was a barrage of knocks on your hotel room, a slurred voice with a British accent begging to be let in. "Y/n/nnnnn, I can't sleep," he cried once in the room, stumbling over nothing as you both made your way to your bed.

You giggled as he fell, brushing his hands over the cold blanket. You joined him, crawling onto the bed slowly as the room around you spun. You laid on your back, clinging onto the bed for dear life.

Lando noticed and piled on top of you, making you raise a question brow. "So you don't fall off," he muttered, his face buried in your chest.

"Ohhhh, that makes sense," you said, understanding his thought process as the spinning slowed down. "We should nap," you said out loud, eyes shutting due to the comforting warm weight on top of you.

Lando hummed in return, wrapping his hands around your waist, as you pulled one hand up to his and another grabbing his curls for extra support.

Oscar:

There were two things everyone knew about Oscar, he hated waking up early and he loved sleeping. So when his trainer woke him up on a perfectly cosy yet cool Monday morning to exercise, he nearly wanted to kill the man, only stopping because that would take much more effort than simply going through with the workout.

Your apartment was closer to the gym than his, so he happily invited himself in to bitch and moan about his trainer and how that man must have hated him.

Rolling at your friend's antics, you pushed away your laptop, walking from the dining table to where he was sitting on your sofa.

"Wanna nap?" You had barely finished your question when you were pulled onto the Australian.

"I thought you'd never ask," he whispered, as he shuffled on the narrow sofa to get comfortable, you still on top of him, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face buried in his neck.

"Are you using me as a teddy bear?" You asked incredulously, trying to get up to no avail as the man's grip on you was far too strong.

"Yes, now let me sleep," he murmured, already half gone.

George:

George had a habit of pushing himself too far, ever since he was a child. When you guys had just newly become friends, the boy had spent hours trying to find out what exactly you liked and didn't, stalking your Instagram and your family's Facebook.

You had found it endearing but also concerning how he always wanted to be perfect. So when you walked into his house at midnight (you got a key made- there's a reason the both of you got along so well,) and found him staring unblinkingly at his laptop and a large mess of papers spread across the wooden coffee table.

"Dude, what is wrong with you," You whisper-yelled at the man making him jump, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Me? What is wrong with you?" He yelled, panting as you jumped over the back of the couch, sitting right next to him, ruffling through the papers much to his chagrin.

"Shut it, Georgie boy," you smirked at him using the nick name he hated. “What are you even doing, it’s so late?” You asked looking at the taller man who started off in a rant about the car and everything he was doing wrong, making you slide down on the sofa till you head was resting on the backrest. You lifted your feet up to rest them on the coffee table, making George rush to move a stack of papers so they wouldn’t be under your feet.

Perfect. You grabbed the man’s shoulders and made his head rest on your lap.

“What on earth are you doing!” He yelled more than asked, trying to get up but you doubled down.

“George you need to sleep,” you deadpanned as he tried to make you let him go, knowing his pleas fell on deaf ears he gave up.

You raised your brow, “wanna nap?” You asked teasing the boy.

“Only for a few minutes,” he pressed, making himself comfortable, while you tangled your fingers in his hair, “maybe more then,” he sighed and let his eyes shut, slightly watering and finally fell asleep.

Lewis

Lewis had never been a friend to you, he was more like an annoying yet caring older brother or like a fun uncle of sorts. The man was fiercely protective of his friends, even those whom he saw in animosity.

But you were different, Lewis would steal your coffee, eat your food, and push you around but he'd also sneak you Red Bull (much to his disgust,) into his driver's room during late races, walk you to your hotel room after parties and get you souvenirs from races you couldn't be at. Similarly, you loved to annoy the man, stealing his expensive jackets, which looked hilarious due to the size difference, stealing his headphones and running away with them and most importantly coming to him with your problems day or night.

So no, Lewis wasn't surprised when you showed up to his driver's room in the middle of the day, even though Toto had revoked your pass for the day (for bullying George, but it was worth it,). He was ready to tease you but then he saw your eyes, red and tears flowing down your face.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" He immediately came up to you, giving you a once-over to see if you were injured. "Did someone say something, are you hurt?" He asked panicking at your silence. You simply wrapped your arms around the older man, hiding your face in his chest, quietly sobbing and sniffling.

He walked you both to the sofa in his room, seating you down, trying to wipe your tears, "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked as you finally calmed down, using his arm as support to sit up.

You cleared your throat, "No, I just wanna nap," you hiccuped slightly.

"Okay," he leaned back so you could rest your head on his shoulder, giving you one of his airpods to relax, which you gladly accepted.

Lance & Fernando (they aren't always gonna be together but the situations... THE SITUATIONS WRITE THEMSELVES)

"Oh honey that’s not," Lance said pointing to your coloured hair (matching with Alex) and thats how the conversation had started and had ended in a cat fight.

“At least I’m not a nepo baby,” you yelled as you threw a basket of oranges at him, which he dodged, darn those f1 reflexes. The basket itself smacked him square in the face, leaving a red indent across his nose. He glared for a second before jumping over the table you were fighting across and pulled your hair. “Owww, you bitch”

You bit his hands in defence, to which he kicked your shin, screaming you launched yourself at him, crashing the both of you to the ground, “oh my god, okay, truce, truce,” he panted, pushing you off him.

“Just so you can catch your breath,” you retorted making him mock you. In reality, you were definitely much more tired than he was. You were struggling to catch your breath, your head killing you where he grabbed a large chunk of your hair.

You turned to look at him, resting your head on his stretched arm, he was massaging his nose, the bruise turning purple now, “well that was fun,” he turned to face you.

“Sooooo fun,” you rolled your eyes, “wanna nap? My heads killing me,” you are far him in accusation but he glared right back pointing to his swollen nose.

“Sure,” he shrugged, shifting closer to you and closing his eyes. You opened your mouth to make a joke but were interrupted, “there are like a million oranges on the floor right now, I’ll throw one at you,” you accepted defeat and fell into a comfortable sleep.

That’s how Fernando found the both of you, slightly scowling but fast asleep, he took a picture for blackmail’s sake and placed a blanket over the two of you.

PT-2 w/ Max, Logan, Alex, Daniel, Yuki, Pierre, Esteban, Zhou.

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tsukii0002 · 1 day

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Mc: Remember when I told you about my period?

The brothers: ...

Mc: And how it was recommended that for those days there should always be chocolate and hot water bags because it helped me and gave me comfort?

Satan: Yes, we remember it...

Mc: And remember that I told you so you would not be caught off guard?

Belphie: Yeah...

Mc: Well *taking a breath*, it's time for us to talk about YOUR periods.

Mammon: We do not have periods!!!

Mc: *slamming the table* Periods, heats, mating time…. Call it what you want but it's time to talk about it!!!!

Levi: *very flushed* But...

Mc: But nothing!! I'm tired of waking up in nests in random places in the house time to time!!!! It's not nice to wake up with feathers in my mouth!!!!!

Lucifer:*blushing*...

Mc: I would also like to be prepared in case I find any animal corpses at the foot of the bed!!! I appreciate the thought but I am human!!!! I don't need you to show me that you can get resources!!!! That's what supermarkets are for!!

Satan: *dodging the gaze*

Mc: And it would really be nice to know when you produce pheromones, that would have avoided me a lot of problems in RAD.

Asmo: Ha, ha *nervous laughter*

Mc: Or to know when to prepare myself to wake up in a cave dug in the garden or underwater.

Beel: ...

Levi: ...

Mc: And it would not be bad to know that during your period you are showing your demonic forms, I almost had four heart attacks the first time I saw your eyes glowing in the dark Mammon!!!

Mammon: That was an accident...

Mc: *enumerating with their fingers* Or that your sleep schedule changes, or that you don't sleep at all, or that your temperature changes, or that some of you become non-verbal, or that your wings produce a specific sound as a call…

Lucifer: Enough *massaging his temples while blushing* It has become clear.

Mc: You didn't think that, as a human living with seven demons, I should know these things???

Mammon: We didn't think you would notice...

Mc: *looking at him exceptionally* Mammon, my dear, last time you brought me a cocatrix egg because it glowed.

The brothers: ...

Mc: This is my last warning! Either we talk and set schedules or I take Solomon and Luke and go live somewhere else.

The brothers: !!!!

Satan: *whispering* Why only Solomon and Luke?

Asmo: *also whispering* Mc has given this same talk to Lord Diavolo, Barbatos and Simeon….

Mc: *taking out a notebook* So stop behaving like a pubescent teenager and tell me how your periods are going and if I can help you in any way.

Lucifer: Okay, you win…but this is not like your period.

Mammon: It's not fair!!! It's not like we can avoid it

Levi: *covering his face* This is going to be worse than a public exhibition…

Asmo: Well, at least this way we won't have to hide it….

Satan: *sighing* Will it really do any good?

Beel: *worried* It won't be a problem for Mc?

Belphie: … Well, I do want them to spoil me on my period.

The brothers: Belphie!!!!

Mc: *holding back laughter* That's the spirit.

I would like to write more extensive headcanons about it in the future 😊

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mvniro · 23 hours

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won't you kiss my tears away, i look pretty only for you anyway.

tw ; dilf!dazai, daddy issues, fem!reader, older!dazai, a bit of a snippet from my dilf!dazai fic xoxo.

mmm . . . imagine sitting on dilf!dazai's lap and whining as you try to make him stop from kissing and sucking on your neck to leave lovebites, not putting any actual effort cause one -- you are tired from having a breakdown and second, you don't really want dazai to stop.

imagine dazai's tongue licking you neck before he begins to suck that spot, that one sensitive spot you have, it makes you whine as you complain to him to not leave marks but the arrogant man only chuckled, not stopping.

you dug your nails into his shoulders as you whined at him to stop, the sweet pain causing him to let out a small breathy moan mixed with a hiss. he didn't stop, he only bit you harder as a response.

in the middle of the night when everyone is sleeping, you are straddling dazai's lap, in his office as you whine and whimper in pleasure at his bites and kisses.

you gasped as you dug your nails a bit too hard into his shoulder, immediately you pulled back your hand and stuttered out a shakily apology. your emotions were still high from your recent breakdown and so, your eyes got teary again at the thought of how much it must've pained him.

dazai's expression grows panicked and worried as he cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to press a kiss on your wobbling chin and and at the tip of your nose.

"shh. shh, i am fine sweetheart. it was just a scratch. doesn't even hurt. you didn't hurt me, okay? don't cry. I'm fine." he cooed as he continued to press soft kisses on your cheeks, chin, tip and bridge of your nose, between your eyebrows and over your eyelids with each word he spoke.

you don't answer as you know if you try to speak, only more broken sobs will leave your lips so you sniffle, continuing to look and nod at dazai who is oh so gentle with you.

you lean up to press your lips against his for a shaky and messy kiss, pressing your lips against his even more to feel as much as you can of his lips moving against your's, his tongue teasing you, his sighs and breaths which hits your own lip or mouth.

you look down after the kiss, unbuttoning his black shirt and pushing it down his shoulder (the one you were digging your nails into) to see small beads of blood merged into his bandages.

"sorry osamu." you whisper shakily, leaning down to kiss his shoulder, ". . really, 'm sorry." you continue as you kiss his shoulder with each apology you mutter.

dazai hums, brushing your hair back with his fingers. he leans forwards to kiss the top of your head, muttering, "go ahead and cry all you want little girl."

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hecateslore · 2 days

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i was reading your olderboyfriend! simon x reader drabble and i got hit with an angst idea lolol imagine him being petty and ignoring the reader and she could’ve left a note saying she’ll be going somewhere but he ignored and threw the note away only for reader to get into an accident teehee

reader fucking dies WOAH jk.

"Are you fucking kidding me." You mutter to yourself, tripping over Simons bags that had been sitting in the walk way for over two weeks. Simon, who was on leave for an injury- just couldn't help himself, brooding around the house taking his frustration out on every little thing that just so happened to be in his vision, including you.

"Simon can you do something about those bags!" You yelled from the hallway, no response in return. You sigh frustrated, you walk into your shared bedroom, Simon on the floor rolling his shin splints (like a fucking weirdo Ik.). You let out another sigh, "Did you hear me?" You glare at him, Simon grunted in response, you rolled your eyes.

Eventually Simon comes out of your guys room, sweaty and still annoyed. "The doctor said you need rest." You said solving a daily puzzle on your phone, "I know what the doctor said." He snaps, and without missing a beat, your irritation getting the best of you, "break your knee next time then." You throw you phone on the counter, walking to your room and slamming the door shut.

After ignoring each other all day, you left a note on the counter saying you'd be out.

That was almost 10 hours ago, Simon spam called your phone waiting for you too answer, silently cursing you out for being so reckless. That was until he got a call from an unknown number, his stomach fell, answering it, preparing for the worst.

"I'm at the hospital." Is all you said, hanging up immediately after, some relief was there but why were you in the hospital? Where was your phone? Are you okay? Simon hopped in his car, automatically assuming you were at the hospital in your city, and of course he was correct.

you sat on the hospital bed, your face scratched up, your hands scrapped, your hair messed up, other than that you were fine, still pissed at Simon. "There you are." You heard his deep voice- looking up from inspecting your cut up hands.

"What the fuck," Simon said shocked, confused but happy you were alive, "What happened?" He looked at you with concerned eyes. "Accident." You shrugged, "Are you okay!?" He rushed to your side, "I'm fine." You waved him off. "When you freak out it doesn't help." You mumble. "Sorry I'm worried about My wife." His attitude creeping back slowly, "I can call someone else if this is a problem." You say, every intention of pissing him off, "It would be better if you did." He mumbles and you glare at him, your bickering cut short the minute the doctor walks in.

Once she leaves, You sit with your arms crossed and Simon sits in the chair watching whatever was on the tv. "How's your leg?" You ask, trying to make small talk. "It's fine." He says, his words short. "How's your face?" He asks not breaking eye contact with the screen, "It's sore." You scrunch your nose trying to ease the pain, "The medicine'll kick in a bit." He says quietly. You both go back to not speaking, sitting in silence.

"Sorry about today." Simon says, startling you, "It's fine." You mumble getting comfortable, trying to doze back off. "It's not fine." Simon mocks you, "I'm tired." You yawn, Simon sighs at you.

"You want to lay down?" You ask, which was basically your way of saying "sorry, we'll talk about it later."

"I won't fit." He chuckles, "I'll make you fit." You say while moving over, "That sounds familiar." Simon slides in the bed next to you, both of you squished. You swat his arm playfully, before he adjusts you. Simon kisses the crown of your head, rubbing your very sore shoulder, "How're you feeling?" He asks quietly, "Tired." You say, dozing off. Simon nods, placing a kiss to your temple, "Go to sleep."

#lunden’s response ❀—#olderboyfriend!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #cod mw2

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dira333 · 2 days

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Big Stretch - Kenma x Reader

@luvring you cannot post a Kenma hc and think I won't find out and marinate it in my head until I have to write it

Haikyuu taglist: @lees-chaotic-brain

"Oooh, big stretch."

Kenma turns to glare at you, arms not fully extended yet. He folds in again, pouting slightly. "I'm not a cat," he says and you cock your head to the side to observe him.

"Could have fooled me." You tease.

He huffs, face growing red as he looks to the side. Oh no, did you go too far?

“Hey,” you lean in, try to catch his eye, “That was meant as a compliment. I like cats.”

He hums low in his throat, turns his amber eyes back to the paper in front of him.

“Can we just go back to work?” He asks and you nod. “Yeah, sure.”

“Oooh, big stretch.”

Kenma sends you a pointed glare. The guy next to him, hair dark and disheveled, chuckles low in his throat.

“Your friend?” He asks and Kenma makes it a point to shake his head exaggeratedly.

“Should I turn around so you can finish stretching?” You ask, leaning into your seat, “Or can I stay to enjoy the show.”

Red blooms on Kenma’s face as he ducks behind the collar of his shirt.

“Stop,” he whines, “There are people around.”

“Ah, young love,” the guy next to him whistles and Kenma digs an elbow into his side. “Stop it, Kuroo! I don’t even know them!”

“Liar,” you call him out, “You love me.” And though it’s said as a joke you can’t help but think that it’s more of a manifestation. If you say it often enough it will come true.

“Oooh, big stretch.”

Kenma huffs. He stops moving, frozen for a second before he throws his arm around you, rests his head on your shoulder and fakes the loudest snore you’ve ever heard.

“Long game, huh?” You ask, eyes finding Kuroo’s who’s got the usual knowing smirk.

“Aren’t you tired too, dear manager?” He asks.

You shake your head, heart bubbling in your chest with how close Kenma is. Even if you had been exhausted, you couldn’t be anymore, not with him cuddling into you.

Out of sight of his teammates, his ankle crosses yours.

Truly, feet-holding is so much cuter than hand-holding.

“Oooh, big stretch.”

Kenma blinks, sleep settling heavily into his skin. He makes grabby hands, calling you in, and even though teasing him is as necessary to you as breathing, you cannot stay away when he’s cute like this.

You settle on his lap, lean over him, hands on either side of his face as if you’re kabedon-ing him into the mattress.

“Slept well, little kitty?” You ask and he smiles, hair fanned out around his face.

Instead of answering he hooks one hand around your neck and pulls you in, his lips soft and a little chapped, writing poetry into your skin.

“Oooh, big stretch.”

Kenma glares, lips stretching into a pout at your words. You can tell he’s not fully done stretching yet, but he’s unwilling to stretch again just because you commented on it.

“In my defense,” you tell him, nudging his back with your socked foot, “You are napping like a cat.”

“‘m not.”

“Am too. It’s cute.”

“Your mom’s cute.”

You snicker. “I’ll tell her you said that.”

He groans. “Look away,” he says, “I need to stretch.”

“Mhm, no, I got full staring rights when you said ‘I do’.”

“Should have read the fine print.”

“Should have, yes.” You lean forward, fold yourself in a way that’s making your back ache, but now you’re face to face with him, able to press a kiss to his nose.

“Now you’re mine.”

He smiles, unable to keep up the pout, ducking his face behind his long hair.

“‘m yours.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

#my writing #kenma x reader #kenma kozume #kenma #kenma fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #haikyuu drable #haikyuu x reader

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stylesispunk · 1 day

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"I love you, it's ruining my life" | part iii.

Joel Miller x f!reader

previous chapter | part iv

Summary: Joel tried to win you back or where Joel goes all his way to find you but things are not as easy as he thought or that's what he thinks. w.c: 5,7k warnings: angst, FLUFF. Perhaps grammar mistakes cuz I didn't check the chapter, sorry. Not my best chapter, but some hearts are going to be happy a/n: As I promised, part 3 is here! Thank you so much for all the love you gave it to the first part, I'm really happy you loved it despite the messy writing. This one is not my best, but some hearts will be mended. This was a messy week for me and I was not completely focused on this, but I wanted to give it to you. AGAIN, this part will not be the end, so a fourth and last part is already in the works to end this mini-story since I split this chapter in two :) If you have a suggestion, question, or want to talk to me, you can come to my dms or asks! Happy reading 💌 dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Five years ago,

On your 25th birthday,.

Years were passing by; it was your 25th birthday, and your friends had decided to throw a grand party for you in a dowtown venue. Of course, Joel had told you he couldn’t make it; he couldn’t leave Sarah behind, and being a single father of a three-year-old at twenty-five held him back from dropping everything and just coming to your party.

You stood by the entrance, looking around at the lively scene, when you decided to give Joel a call. He had told you earlier that he couldn’t make it; being a single father of a three-year-old at twenty-five made it impossible for him to drop everything and come to your party.

“Are you sure you can’t make it?” you asked through the phone, your voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. The noise from the party buzzed in the background.

“Oh, sweetie, you know I would love to be there with you, but I’m having a party with my baby,” Joel replied. You could almost see his smile through the phone, picturing him sitting on the couch, trying to make Sarah fall asleep in his arms.

Though you understood, a part of you felt incomplete without him there, and you knew exactly why.

“Okay, then,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light and cheerful despite the sinking feeling in your chest.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, promise,” he said, his voice warm and sincere.

“Alright, Joel. Give Sarah a kiss for me,” you said before hanging up.

The party continued in full swing, but you found yourself increasingly detached from the celebration around you. The laughter and conversations felt distant, overshadowed by the thought of spending your birthday without Joel. Finally, unable to shake the feeling, you made your excuses and slipped away from the party, leaving the lively party behind.

Joel was exhausted. He had put Sarah to sleep and just sat on the couch to watch a movie, wanting to keep himself awake and make sure you would arrive home safe and sound. As the soft glow of the TV flickered in the dimly lit room, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for not being able to celebrate your birthday with you.

Lost in his thoughts, Joel was startled by a soft knock at the door. Frowning, he glanced at the clock—it was late, and he wasn’t expecting anyone. He stood up, making his way to the door and opening it to find you standing there, a small, tired smile on your face.

He said your name, shocked.

“What are you doing here?” Joel asked, his eyes wide with surprise and concern. “Shouldn’t you be at your party?”

You shrugged, stepping inside and giving him a warm hug. “I was at the party,” you said, your voice soft and filled with emotion. “But I realized that there’s no place I’d rather be on my birthday than here with you,” you paused, “and Sarah, of course.”

Joel’s expression softened, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over him. “Sarah is sleeping, and you didn’t have to do that,” he said tenderly. “It’s your birthday. You should be out celebrating.”

You shook your head, your eyes meeting his with unwavering sincerity. “This is where I want to be,” you replied firmly. "Besides, I brought food,” you said, lifting bags in front of Joel's face.

Joel's smile was slow but genuine, a warmth spreading across his features as he pulled you into a tight embrace. “Happy birthday,” he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

As you both made your way to the kitchen, you unpacked the food you had brought. It was a simple spread—some of your favorite dishes from the party. You set the table, and the cozy atmosphere of Joel's home makes you feel more at ease.

Joel poured you both a drink, and you sat down to eat, sharing stories and laughter. The conversation flowed naturally, as it always did between the two of you. It was moments like these that reminded you why Joel was such an important part of your life.

After finishing the meal, you both moved to the living room. Joel put on a movie, and you settled onto the couch, comfortable in each other's presence. The noise of the TV filled the room, but it was the quiet, unspoken bond between you that brought the most comfort.

As the movie played, Sarah stirred from her sleep and toddled into the living room, rubbing her eyes. "Bubu?" she said, her voice sleepy and endearing.

You smiled, reaching out to her. "Hey there, birthday girl," you said softly, lifting her onto your lap. Sarah snuggled against you, her tiny arms wrapped around your neck.

Joel watched the two of you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It looks like Sarah wanted to join the party," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

You laughed; the sound was light and happy. "The best party I could ask for," you replied, hugging Sarah close.

As the night went on, the three of you sat together, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company. The flickering light of the TV cast a warm glow over the room, and in that moment, everything felt perfect.

Joel glanced over at you, his eyes filled with gratitude and something deeper that he couldn't quite put into words. "You really made my night by coming here," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

"I couldn't imagine spending my birthday any other way," you replied, your heart full. "Thank you for being here for me, always."

Joel reached over and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're always here for each other," he said, his voice a promise. "No matter what."

Joel didn’t know why his heart felt like it was exploding every time you were around.

A year had passed since you left, and Joel found himself constantly haunted by memories of you. The days had blurred together into a monotonous routine, and the nights were filled with restless thoughts of what might have been. Every corner of his house reminded him of you, from the empty chair at the dining table to the quiet, lonely evenings after Sarah had gone to bed.

Joel spent the year focusing on Sarah, trying to be the best father he could be while grappling with the void your absence had left. He poured his heart into his work, his family, and his responsibilities, but nothing could fill the emptiness that lingered in his heart.

As the months went by, Joel found himself yearning to see you again, to hear your voice, and to feel your presence. He knew you needed time and space to heal, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to find you to see if there was any chance of rebuilding what they had lost.

And so, with trembling hands and a heart full of fear, Joel found himself standing in New York, pacing back and forth in front of your building. The bustling city seemed to move around him in a blur, the noise and energy contrasting sharply with the turmoil inside him. He had come all this way, but now, standing so close to you, he was paralyzed by doubt.

Had you thought about him the same way he had been thinking about you? He thought for himself while pacing back and forth over the cobblestones in front of the building you lived in.

Joel couldn’t make up his mind until the exact moment he took all this courage and flew all the way here to find you. It felt surreal to be in this city, so far from the familiar life he had known, all for the chance to see you again. The realization of how much he had missed you and how deeply he still cared had driven him to this point. Now, as he stood in front of your building, the weight of his decision pressed heavily on his shoulders.

His thoughts raced with questions and doubts. What if you had moved on? What if you were happy without him? What if seeing him only brought back painful memories you had worked so hard to move past? These fears churned in his mind, paralyzing him with indecision.

He looked up at the windows, imagining you inside, living your life. The city around him buzzed with activity, but Joel felt isolated, trapped in his own whirlwind of emotions. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but his hands still shook as he clenched and unclenched them.

Joel stood there, the city’s noises fading into the background as he lost himself in his thoughts. His mind drifted back to the moment he realized he was in love with you, a moment that had come so unexpectedly yet felt so right. It was a quiet evening, long before the chaos of the last year, when he saw you playing with Sarah in the backyard of his house. The way you laughed and the tenderness in your eyes as you helped Sarah with her tiny steps had struck him deeply.

It had always been you, he realized. Through all the ups and downs, the moments of joy and sorrow, you have been the constant in his life. Tess had been important, but she felt like a chapter in his life.

The night before he was supposed to get married, when you confessed your feelings, was etched in his memory. Your vulnerability and the raw honesty in your eyes had shaken him to his core. How he had kissed you then, driven by an overwhelming need to bridge the gap between what he had always felt and what he had denied for so long.

Now, standing in front of your building, the weight of that realization pressed heavily on his chest. He had almost married another woman, but it had always been you. His heart ached with the knowledge of the pain he had caused—the confusion and hurt that had driven you away.

Taking another deep breath, Joel forced himself to focus. He had come here to make amends, to lay bare his soul, and to hope that you could find it in your heart to forgive him. His hands still trembled, but the resolve in his heart was unwavering. He needed to see you to tell you that he loved you, that he had always loved you, and that he was willing to do whatever it took to rebuild what you both had lost.

Just as Joel mustered the last of his courage to cross the street and approach your building, he heard the sound of a car pulling up. He glanced over and saw you stepping out, laughing with a man beside you. His heart sank at the sight, a mixture of jealousy and heartbreak washing over him. The scene before him seemed to confirm his worst fears—that you had moved on and found happiness without him.

You looked radiant, your laughter lighting up the whole town, and he smiled at the sight of you.

He stood still, not knowing what to do, just asking himself, How could you be able to bear the burning feelings in your heart at the sight of him with another woman and still be so good to him? It hurt like he was feeling it now.

Joel stood there, his heart aching as he watched you, his mind racing with thoughts of the past and the overwhelming emotions he was experiencing in the present. He felt an immense sense of guilt and regret for the pain he had caused you, and now, seeing you with someone else, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and sadness.

His thoughts were interrupted when you looked up and locked eyes with him. The shock on your face mirrored the turmoil inside him. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the bustling city around you both fading into the background.

Your smile faltered, replaced by a look of surprise and confusion. You stopped in your tracks, the man beside you following your gaze to where Joel stood. Joel felt his breath catch in his throat, unsure of what to do or say. The reality of the situation hit him hard—he had come all this way, and now he was standing before you, unsure if he even had the right to ask you for a chance.

He was about to go when he heard your voice.

"Joel," you said, crossing the street, your voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

Joel took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I came here to see you," he said, his voice gaining strength. I came here to tell you that I love you. I know I hurt you, and I know I have a lot to make up for, but I couldn't let another day go by without telling you how I feel. He thought.

"Joel," you began, your voice filled with a mix of emotions. "It's been a year.”

“I know. It’s just,” he paused for a second, “forget it.”

Your words hung in the air, heavy with unresolved emotions. Joel felt the weight of them pressing down on him, his heart sinking with each passing moment. He knew he had no right to expect forgiveness or to ask for another chance. But he couldn't bear the thought of walking away without at least trying to make things right.

As he turned to go, he felt a gentle hand on his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He looked back to see you standing there, your eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and uncertainty.

"Joel," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't go."

He hesitated, torn between the desire to flee from the pain of rejection and the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for redemption.

"There's a café around the corner," you continued, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. "Let's go there and talk."

He graced his lips with a tiny smile and nodded.

“Just wait here a second.”

To say you were fine would be a lie. Of course, you have been better since you were in pieces. You had thought about Joel every single night since the day you left. He was coming home to a woman who wasn't you, sleeping and waking up next to her, having a family. Perhaps on the possibility of Tess being pregnant, you were sitting across from him, the man who had once been your everything.

Joel looked older and more worn, but there was a softness in his eyes that you recognized. You could tell he was nervous, and it mirrored your own anxiety. The silence between you was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

"I didn't know if I'd ever see you again," you finally said, your voice barely audible over the hum of the café.

Joel nodded, his fingers wrapped tightly around his coffee cup. "I didn't know if you'd want to see me," he replied, his voice rough with emotion.

You looked down at your own cup, the steam rising in gentle tendrils, and took a deep breath. "How did you know my address?”

“Tommy.”

“That fucker,” you joked.

Joel chuckled, "I know," he said, his voice breaking slightly. “But don’t blame him; I asked him.”

You glanced up, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was almost overwhelming, and you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you. "Why?”

“Why?”

“Yes. Why, after a whole year, Joel?” You questioned him, not calling him by tender names anymore. The way you called out his name felt strange and foreign.

Joel's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of deep introspection. He took a moment before responding, his gaze dropping to his coffee cup. "Because you needed time, and I did, too,” he said softly.

You nodded, not uttering words. There was anything for you to say, or so you thought. “I-How… How is Sarah?”

You nodded, not uttering words. There was nothing for you to say, or so you thought. “I—How… How is Sarah?”

“She misses you,” Joel replied, his voice thick with emotion. "She talks about you all the time and wonders when you’ll come back. I didn’t realize how much you meant to her until you were gone."

A lump formed in your throat as you thought of Sarah, her innocent face, and the bond you had shared. "I miss her too," you admitted, your voice breaking slightly. "She’s a big part of why I stayed away. I didn’t want to confuse her or make things harder for her."

“How could you? You were everything to her.”

“I bet Tess loves her that much too.”

Joel chuckled again. It felt almost insulting to you. “I didn’t marry Tess,” he confessed.

Your eyes widened in surprise at Joel's confession. “What?” you asked, barely able to believe what you had just heard.

Joel looked down, his fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup. “I didn’t marry Tess,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time, laden with the weight of his decision.

“But why?” you asked, your voice a mix of shock and curiosity. “I thought...”

Joel sighed, lifting his gaze to meet yours, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resolve. “I couldn’t go through with it. It wasn’t fair to her, to Sarah, or to myself. My heart was never fully in it because my heart has always been with you.”

You felt a rush of conflicting emotions—relief, confusion, and a lingering ache from the past year’s pain. “Joel, I...”

Your words got cut. You felt shame wash over you once again. Guilt, as if you committed treason and ruined another person's life. You thought about Tess.

Your words got cut short, replaced by a wave of overwhelming emotions. Shame washed over you, followed by a torrent of guilt. You thought about Tess and the life she might have imagined with Joel, a life you had inadvertently disrupted. The weight of it all felt suffocating.

Unable to sit still, you stood up abruptly, pushing your chair back with a screech that drew a few curious glances from the other patrons. Joel looked up at you, alarmed by your sudden movement.

“Wait, where are you going?” He asked, his voice laced with concern and a hint of desperation.

You took a step back, shaking your head as if trying to clear the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. “I-I can’t do this, Joel,” you stammered, your voice trembling. “It’s too much. I feel like I’ve ruined everything.”

Joel stood up as well, reaching out to you. “You didn’t ruin anything,” he said softly, trying to reassure you. “I made my own choices. I couldn’t marry Tess because it wouldn’t have been fair to anyone. Especially not to you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, the pain and confusion evident in your expression. “How can I live with myself knowing I caused her so much hurt?”

Joel took a step closer, his hands gently reaching out but stopping just short of touching you, respecting your space. His eyes were filled with a mix of determination and tenderness as he spoke, his voice steady but earnest. “Tess and I have talked,” he said. “She deserves someone who can love her fully, and I realized that person wasn’t me. It was a hard decision, but it was the right one for both of us. She’s moved on, and she’s happy.”

You searched his eyes, seeing the sincerity and deep affection that had always been there. But the weight of guilt and the fear of causing more pain were too overwhelming. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were to blame for the hurt Tess had gone through. “I don’t know if I can do this,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

You shook your head, the tears spilling over as you took another step back. “I can’t, Joel. I just can’t,” you said, your voice breaking. Turning away, you started to walk towards the exit, your heart pounding in your chest.

Joel’s voice rang out, louder and more desperate, stopping you in your tracks. “Will you run away from me again?! It seems like a habit of yours!

His words stung, and you spun around, your eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt. “A habit? You think running away is a habit?” You shot back, your voice trembling with emotion. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to leave? How much did it tear me apart?”

Joel took a step closer, his face etched with frustration and pain. “I know it was hard. It was hard for me, too. But you can’t keep running every time things get tough. We need to face this together.”

“Us? There’s no us, Joel!” You echoed, incredulous. “You were about to marry someone else, Joel! How was I supposed to face that?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his eyes filled with regret. “I wish you had never told me about your feelings; I wouldn't have lost you.”

“'You would, though.” You whispered.

“You're the coward here.” He cried out.

“Did you want me to spend a whole fucking year of my life waiting for you? You were supposed to be married; you never saw me the way I saw you, and I wasn’t going to stay there to watch.” You paused. “I waited for you to call me to show me I was important, but... Listen, I don't blame you. How could I? You didn't know.” You tried to say, hoping to change the tone this conversation was taking, but for Joel, everything you said didn’t matter anymore.

“The man you were with...”

“We’re dating,” you replied, not meeting his gaze.

Joel’s expression hardened at your admission; the pain was evident in his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the anger and frustration bubbled just beneath the surface. “You’re dating someone else,” he repeated, his voice strained. “And you didn’t think I deserved to know? You didn’t think I had the right to fight for you?”

“What was there to fight for, Joel?” You shot back, your own anger rising. “You were getting married to someone else. How could I believe there was anything left for us?”

Joel ran a hand through his hair again, his movements agitated. “Fuck this,” he said, his voice breaking. He turned and started to walk past you, his shoulders tense with unresolved emotion.

You watched him go, a part of you wanting to reach out and stop him, but the pain and confusion held you back. “Joel, wait,” you called after him, but he didn’t slow down.

The weight of the past year’s emotions, the regrets, and the missed opportunities pressed down on you as you watched him walk away. You wanted to scream, to cry, to do something to make it all better, but the words wouldn’t come.

Joel pushed open the door to the café and stepped outside, the sound of the city flooding in. He paused for a moment, his back to you, as if he were wrestling with the decision to leave or stay. The seconds stretched into an eternity, the distance between you feeling insurmountable.

“Joel, please,” you said, your voice breaking. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

He turned around slowly, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger, hurt, and something deeper—hope. “I came here to see if you were good,” he said simply, his voice raw with emotion. “I don't want to accept that losing you is our fate, but if you’re happy the way you are now, I have nothing else to do here.

"Joel,” you called out his name again, but he disappeared into the crowd. Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched him walk away, a sense of loss washing over you. You wanted to run after him, to tell him that you weren't happy and that you still loved him, but the words caught in your throat.

Joel had come all this way to find you, to see if there was still a chance for the two of you, but now he was walking away, and you didn't know if you would ever see him again.

Feeling lost and adrift, you sank into a nearby chair, the weight of your emotions threatening to overwhelm you. The café buzzed with activity around you, but you felt completely alone, the absence of Joel's presence like a gaping hole in your heart.

As you sat there, grappling with the pain and regret, you realized that you had to make a choice. You couldn't continue living in the past, holding onto what might have been. If you wanted a chance at happiness, you had to let go of your fears and take a leap of faith.

You wanted him to forgive you for not waiting for him, but a year after radio silence was the answer you got. Not fighting, not callbacks asking you to come back. The love you had for him felt childish, with promises made but never to keep, and maybe you had just closed the door to him.

Back in your apartment, the weight of the recent events bore down on you like a heavy burden. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you sat on the edge of your bed, clutching your cell phone tightly in your hand. The breakup with the guy you had been dating had been inevitable, with your feelings for Joel still lingering beneath the surface, stronger than ever.

With trembling fingers, you scrolled through your contacts until you found Joel's name. Taking a shaky breath, you pressed the call button and waited, your heart pounding in your chest.

After what felt like an eternity, Joel's voice came through the line, filled with warmth and concern. "Baby?" he said, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

Tears welled up in your eyes again at the sound of his voice, the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. "Why did you have to come back to do this?" you whispered, your voice raw with pain and longing.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, as if Joel was trying to find the right words to say.

“I could prove to myself that my life could continue without you, but you had to come back and fuck up everything, Joel?

The words spilled out of you—a mix of anger, frustration, and hurt. You wanted to push him away, to shield yourself from the pain he had brought back into your life, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the love you still felt for him, pulsing beneath the surface like a live wire.

Joel's response was barely a whisper, his voice heavy with remorse. "I'm sorry," he said, the words hanging in the air between you like a weight. "I never meant to hurt you."

The tears flowed freely down your cheeks now, your heart torn between conflicting emotions. "But you did," you choked out, the pain of the past year crashing over you in waves. "You hurt me so much."

There was another pause, and then Joel spoke again, his voice thick with emotion. "Tell me how to fix it," he said softly. "And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right."

His words hung in the air—a promise and a plea all at once. You knew that forgiving him wouldn't be easy and that rebuilding what you had lost would take time and effort, but deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for the two of you.

"I just wanted for you to love me the way I love you," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. The admission hung heavy in the air, the raw vulnerability of your words laying bare the depth of your feelings.

Joel's response was immediate; his voice was filled with regret and longing. "I do love you," he said, his words laced with sincerity. "I was just too blind to see it before, too scared to admit it to myself."

"I don't want to hear it on the phone, Joel," you said softly, your heart pounding in your chest. The thought of facing him again, of seeing the pain and longing in his eyes, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, as if Joel were considering his response. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice filled with determination. "Then open your door," he said simply.

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, the weight of the decision pressing down on you like a heavy burden. You walked over to the door and turned the handle, pulling it open slowly. There, standing on the other side, was Joel, his gaze filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

For a moment, neither of you spoke; the weight of everything left unsaid was hanging heavy in the air. Then, finally, Joel stepped forward, closing the distance between you.

You held each other's gaze for a long moment, the silence between you speaking volumes. Then, without a word, Joel reached out. Without a word, Joel reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His gaze locked with yours, filled with an intensity that made your heart race.

And then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss. In that moment, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.

The kiss was soft at first and tentative, as if both of you were afraid to fully give in to the overwhelming emotions swirling between you. But then, as the warmth of his lips met yours, something shifted, and the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and more passionate.

It was as if all the longing and desire that had been building between you for so long finally found release in that single moment of connection. You melted into his embrace, your arms wrapping around him as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

As your lips parted, Joel looked into your eyes with a depth of emotion that took your breath away. His voice was filled with sincerity as he spoke, and his words were a heartfelt confession of his love for you.

"I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper but resonating with a depth of feeling that echoed through the room. "I have always loved you, from the moment you opened the door. You've been in my thoughts every day, in every moment. I can’t just pretend I want a life without you in it.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, the weight of his confession washing over you like a wave of emotion. All the doubts and uncertainties melted away in the warmth of his love, leaving only the undeniable truth of your connection.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it," Joel continued, his voice filled with regret. "I was scared of losing you and of facing my own feelings. But now, I know that I can't live without you. You're the missing piece of my heart, the one I've been searching for all along."

You wrapped your arms tightly around Joel, pulling him close and burying your face in the crook of his neck. His warmth enveloped you, comforting and familiar, as if you were finally coming home after a long journey.

Tears of relief and joy streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the scent of his cologne. In his arms, you felt safe, loved, and understood in a way you had never experienced before.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like I did," he sobbed, not letting you go from his hold. "I felt I stabbed myself in the heart that day. God, when I read that letter...

"Do you remember the night we met? When you went to-“ You began.

"Your house with Sarah, yes. Of course I do," he continued for you.

"I lied to you that night."

His eyebrows furrowed at the words.

"I said I had you come back home, but in fact I was going on a date with my boyfriend.”

"Did you have a

"Yes, he was a sweetheart, and I stood him up for my neighbor that night.”

"Why did you love me back then?"

You didn't reply; no words were enough for that.

"This whole time without you, God has been... miserable," he said. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like I did."

You reached up, gently brushing away the tears that streaked his cheeks. "I forgive you, Joel," you whispered, your voice filled with love and understanding. "I forgive you because I know that your heart was always in the right place, even if your actions didn't always reflect that."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes searching for yours for reassurance. "I love you," he said softly, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I've loved you from the moment I met you, and I'll love you for the rest of my days."

Tears welled up in your own eyes as you felt the weight of his words sink in. "I love you too, Joel," you replied, your voice filled with conviction. "More than words can express."

Joel leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours. It was a tender and passionate kiss, filled with years of longing and unspoken love.

Wrapped up in each other's arms, you felt a sense of completeness that you hadn't experienced in a long time. Every touch and every caress was a silent affirmation of the love that had endured despite the trials and tribulations you had faced.

As you deepened the kiss, your hearts beat as one, a symphony of love and passion that echoed through the room. It was a moment of pure bliss, a reminder that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything.

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king of my heart | pt. 4

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📞 calling Pato

[yn; normal] [pato; cursive]

"Hi-"

"I'm not gonna lie, you are either very brave or very stupid for calling me right after the videos of your little date with Lando are going viral. Did you get tired of hiding your relationship?"

"...Guess I deserve that."

"[sights] What do you want, yn?"

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"Well, I'm very tempted to end the call right now."

"Pato, I-"

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"So...?"

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"Hundred percent clear."

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"Well... first of all, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I promise it was never my intention to hurt you, even if I ended up doing it anyway. I should've told you from the beginning the kind of relationship I had with Lando and I should've been honest with you, especially when my feelings towards you changed to something deeper. I kno-"

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"What do you mean what?"

"What did you just say?"

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"Oh. Well... you heard me. And I don't know why you sound so surprised. I mean, what happened between me and Lando in Spain was a stupid and terrible decision I made, and I should've known better cause my feelings for you were getting stronger."

"Then why did you sleep with him?"

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"..."

"Pato?"

"Did you love him?"

"No. We started out as friends and one day I realized I was attracted to him, one night one thing led to another and we became friends with benefits ever since. He didn't want a relationship at that time and neither did I. But in the last few months that changed for me. I wanted a partner, a committed relationship. Lando wasn't that and I was tired of being just a "casual thing". So no. I liked him, but I never loved him."

"So what was that date night about?"

"Just us being adults and having a real and necessary conversation. I had things to apologize for and so did he. I think Lando and I finally found common ground and are ready to move forward... not with each other, just to be clear. Just friends and nothing else."

"For real this time?"

"For real this time. My priorities and my heart are elsewhere."

"Oh, really? Where?"

"I could tell you or I could show you. To be honest, and if you let me, I'd rather show you. You know, actions speak louder than words."

"Yeah, I've heard that. You have any idea?"

"It depends. What are you doing on Friday?"

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user4 yn is stronger than me cause if Pato looked at me like in the second pic... 😳😳

user5 IKR??? I'M DEAD user6 i was not ready for that, i'm currently on the floor user7 i meaaaan she's dating him, she already won in life

user8 THE CAPTION???? omg they're so cute🥹

user9 YNPATO AND TAYLOR GANG WE WON

user10 relationship goals for real ❤️‍🔥

user11 tired of being a spectator, I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE😭

landonorris if you three weren't that cute i'd try to steal Norbi from you

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user15 yn's living her best life and i'm so happy for her 🤧

elbaoward I don't appreciate being left out of the photo, but I love you lovebirds anyway 💘

yourusername imma post a dump of just beautiful pics of you😘 love u elbaoward i'll be waiting then ☺️ patriciooward i also want a photo dump🥺 yourusername no 😚 user16 i want to belong to this family so bad, do you need a nanny for Norbi or anything?

user17 atp I'm just waiting for the engagement announcement

user18 same but i don't think i'll survive it user19 CAN U IMAGINE? OMG

user20 tag yourself i'm Norbi in the last pic

patriciooward te amo, preciosa ❤️

yourusername love u more, handsome 🥰 user21 AND I LOVE YOU BOTH

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author's note: AND THAT'S A WRAP! Thank you so much for giving this story a chance💖 To my Lando girlies, don't be mad! He was a jerk in this story but I'll post another one where he gets the love he actually deserves. And to my Pato girlies, stay tuned! I plan to post more stories with him cause it's what our lovely man deserves. And if you want me to write about some other driver, feel free to send me a request! I'll see what I can do🧡 See y'all soon!

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wanderingsoul6261 · 3 days

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After the Sun Rises

James Beaufort x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes at the end, but no details. But 99.9% fluff

P.S I'm still sick, so work with me here.

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Sunlight let itself inside the room, the curtains of (Y/N)’s open windows billowing softly with the morning breeze. The distant noise of chirping birds filled the room.

(Y/N) shifted in her bed, an arm tightening around her waist. A hand gently moved underneath her shirt, fingers trailing softly across the expanse of her stomach, before coming to a stop. She inhaled sharply, the movement of James fingers tickling her slightly, before she settled down. She moved her own hand down, settling her hand on top of his own.

The two laid like that for several moments, James breath fanning across the back of her neck while her thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand. Neither of them wanted to get up just yet. That much was evident. Nor could they blame each other. This was one of their rare moments in which they had time for themselves. Between the planning committee and doing things for their parents, they finally had a moment of peace.

Luckily, their parents were all out on business trips, so they had no one expecting anything from them today.

(Y/N) rolled over, James hand moving to rest on her waist, before he moved it to her back. He pulled her closer, their legs becoming tangled together as he finally open his eyes and stared at her. A small twinkle appeared in his eyes and his lips moved into a smile. His hand moved back to her waist, his thumb gently rubbing across a very tiny patch of skin, his other arm coming to wrap around her back. Another attempt to pull her closer to him. Now they were almost flush, chests about a pinkie length away.

She brought a hand up to rest on his cheek, smiling when he closed his eyes and leaned into it.

Bliss.

That's what the two of them felt at that moment.

James finally opened his eyes again.

“Absolutely stunning.” He breathed out. (Y/N) felt her cheeks grow warm.

“I haven't even brushed my teeth or my hair?” She commented, a hand subconsciously coming up to comb through her sleep messed hair. His eyes watched her hand movements before looking back at her.

“Let me do it.” He said. (Y/N) paused, wondering if she heard him right, and when he continued to look expectantly at her, awaiting an answer, she knew she had heard him right.

“Are you sure?” She asked. “I can do it.”

“No. I got this. Don't worry your pretty little head over it.” He pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, regretting it because now he didn't want to get out of bed. But he did, and jumped up off the bed to go retrieve her brush from the adjoining bathroom. She watched him walk away, only on a pair of boxers, his back muscles rippling with each move he made.

And that's how she ended up sitting cross legged in her bed, James sitting behind her. His fingers held her hair gently, taking the task of brushing her hair seriously. Well, for the most part. He would lean over after every few brushes and press a lingering kiss to either her shoulder or neck.

“Keep doing that and we might not get through completely brushing my hair.” James leaned over, moving her shirt ever so slightly to press another kiss to her bare shoulder. His eyes peered up at (Y/N) as she turned her head slightly and make eye contact with him out of the corner of her eye.

He pulled away, a casual smirk on his face.

“Maybe that’s the whole point, love.” She had only rolled her eyes as a smile pulled at her lips.

“After breakfast. I'm getting hungry. So hurry up pretty boy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

And now the two of them sat outside laying on a reclined lawn chair. Their breakfast plates were discarded on the small table next to them.

(Y/N) laid on him, her fingers rubbing soothing circles on his exposed chest not covered by his button up. She listened quietly to the sound of his heart beat. If she was tired, she would let it lull her sleep. It was one of her favorite things to listen to, because it was him. All him.

His arms were wrapped around her, his face pressed against the crown of her own head. James pressed a lingering kiss there, basking in the moment as he closed his eyes. And they stayed like that for a while, allowing the sun to beat down on them and keep them warm.

James was almost certain that he would fall asleep laying there.

That was until a hand started to move from his chest and went downward. He opened his eyes and looked down at (Y/N), catching her already staring, a smirk on her face. Her hand reached the waistband of his shorts, and he raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice suddenly deeper with arousal. (Y/N) didn't say anything. Only stood up, and proceeded to run back into the large manor, obviously towards her room.

James fell out of the chair, attempting to chase after her.

They weren't going to make it to her room. James was going to make sure of that.

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Tag list: @lifeonawhim @honethatty12 @ashamedtobewhitemanswhore27

#james beaufort x reader #james beaufort #maxton hall

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buddysblogs123 · 18 hours

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TIRED

KyraCC x Arsenal Reader

The bright sun blared into your bedroom through the crack of the curtains as your alarm finally blared. You groaned before turning it off and sitting up in your bed, rubbing your hands over the dark eye bags that had built up the past few days. Getting out of bed you quickly make your way to your bathroom, hoping a hot shower will make you feel more awake than what you are now. You didn't purposely stay awake all last night. Being 19 and doing online school whilst living by yourself was a big responsibility, and the fact that your older teammates would scold you if you failed to keep up with the school work scared you a bit. So to make sure that didn't happen, you were up all night finishing assignments and doing schoolwork that you failed to realize you had only 4 hours before training that afternoon. Pulling another all-nighter for the second night in a row wasn't your intention but you had to do what you had to do keep up.

Getting out of the shower you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror. You pause for a moment, only just now realizing how drained you really look. The dark rings under your eyes were clearly noticeable along with the exhausted expression on your face. Sighing quietly, you quickly start applying makeup, once you looked semi decent you quickly changed into your training kit. The makeup did a good job at covering your eyes bags as you weren't questioned when you walk into the changerooms.

"Aye the baby's here!" Katie cheers as you walk in, a genuine smile forms on your face as she pats you on your head. Before you know it many of your teammates were surrounding you, giving you head taps and shoulder squeezes.

When you first joined arsenal Leah was the first one to notice your discomfort for physical touch, which lead to her informing the whole team. It wasn't that you didn't like physical touch, it was the opposite really. It was something you craved, but were to awkward to initiate, now that your team thought you didn't like it. Growing up with shitty parents up until you were 16 had a large impact on you, not once did you get a comforting hug from your mum, nor a pat on the back from your dad whenever you achieved something great. But you chose to keep all that a secret. You were coping fine by yourself, you think.

"How have you been kid?" Steph asks as you finally make it to your cubby beside her.

"yeah i'm aright, how are you steffy" you say back kindly, your voice betraying you as you said it more flat then what you intended. Steph gave you a concerned look before replying.

"i'm good, are you sure your alright? You sound different" she asks almost protectively.

"oh, er, yeah no i'm fine, just a bit tired" you reply back quickly, giving her an unsure smile.

"what time did you go to sleep last night?" she asks with a questioning look. Before you had time to come up with a lie you were all called out to start training. Sighing in relief you quickly avoid steffys question and rush into the pitch.

You were able to keep up the whole training, only making a few minor mistakes. To say you felt exhausted was an understatement as you struggled to even keep your eyes open on the way back to the changerooms. You failed to notice the looks sent your way from your teammates as they all quietly talked with eachother.

"You're right, she does look exhausted" Leah spoke quietly towards steph as they stood with Katie, caitlin, Alessia, kyra and Beth on the opposite side of the room. They watched as you slowly made your way towards the showers, still not noticing your teammates concerned stares.

"We'll talk to her after lunch yeah?" Alessia asks quietly as most of the girls start heading to the cafeteria.

"Yeah, we'll go hang out in the games room like we normally do and then we'll ask her" Beth adds, the other girls agree before making their way out of the changerooms.

"You coming kyra?" caitlin asks

"oh i'm going to wait for y/n" kyra says with a sheepish smile.

Caitlin and Steph share a look before laughing and joining the others for lunch. Kyra makes her way to your cubby before sitting down and scrolling on her phone for a bit, waiting for you. Once you finally finish in the shower you change into a pair of trackies and an old arsenal hoodie you stole from Leah. Totally forgetting about the makeup you once had on as you walk back into the changing rooms, only to see that kyra was the only one left.

"Hey Ky" you say quietly as you make your way up to her. She clicks her phone off and looks up to you with a smile, which falters once she notices your dark eye-bags.

"did you sleep last night?" she asks quietly after standing up and hesitantly putting her hands up to rest on the side of your cheeks.

You shake your head no, all of the missed sleep finally catching up to you as you lean into the warmth of her hands. Feeling a sense of comfort which makes you feel vulnerable, you knew you were going to end up telling kyra everything.

Kyra noticed your change in actions as she let go of your face, making you frown slightly. You noticed her grabbing both of your bags in one hand as she grabbed yours with the other.

"come on" she said gently as she tugged you softly out of the change room.

"what about lunch?" you question confused as you noticed you were both heading into the direction of the games room and not the cafeteria.

"We'll get something later okay, i want you to have a nap first" she says once you both make it to the games room.

She pushes you onto the couch softly before searching the room for a blanket.

"kyra go eat lunch, i'll try sleep when i get home" you say softly with a small smile, admiring how she's going out of her way to make sure you were okay.

"When is the last time you slept?" she asks, choosing to ignore what you just said as she sits next to you, making sure there's enough space so you don't feel uncomfortable.

" two days ago" you murmured quietly, your hands the most interesting thing right now.

Kyra sighs silently, racking her brain for reasons on why you haven't been sleeping.

" please just try have a nap now okay" she says gently, hesitantly she lays her arm over your shoulders, rubbing them softly. You lean into her side immediately, catching her by surprise.

"c-can i hug you?" she asks shyly causing you to smile up at her softly.

"Only if you let me cuddle you until i fall asleep" you say yawning. Kyra instantly pulls you into her arms as she lies down on the couch, causing you to let out a giggle. You turn so your facing kyra, the close proximity suddenly making both of your faces heat up.

"your really pretty Ky" you whisper, keeping eye contact. You notice how her grip around you tightens as her face turns a darker shade of red which makes you smile.

"Try go to sleep love" she whispers, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek. You smile slightly, burying your face in the crook of her neck.

You can't remember the last time you felt this relaxed, with all the sleepless night catching up to you it's no surprise that you fall asleep in the matter of 5 minutes. Kyra massages your head softly as you sleep peacefully in her arms. Carefully reaching for her phone she opens the arsenal group-chat, sending them a quick text before going back to cuddling you.

Back in the cafeteria, your teammates were left wondering what was taking you both so long. Long after finishing their own lunches, Leah, Katie, Caitlin, Steph, Beth and Alessia sat at the table talking about your where abouts.

"No because seriously, what's taking them so long?" Beth questions with a laugh.

Steph and Caitlin share a knowing look, knowing about kyra's little crush on you it wouldn't surprise them if she was spending as much alone time with you as she could. l

"What was that look for?" Leah asked amused, looking from one Aussie to the other.

"You both know something we don't" Katie says excitedly

"come on spill" Alessia buts in with a laugh

"okay okay fine" Caitlin gives in after seeing the look Katie had given her.

"Kyra has a bit of a crush on y/n, that's all" Steph says slowly.

"HAH I KNEW IT!" Beth all but shouts as she springs from her seat, Alessia tugging her back down quickly.

As your teammates process this new information they're all interrupted by a notification coming from all of their phones.

GUNNERS ❤️

Kyra: Hey girls, when you guys come into the games room can you try be quiet. Y/n's asleep xx

"Come on, we'll go check on them" Leah says standing up.

Quietly your teammates make their way into the games room only to be met with your sleeping form wrapped up in kyra's arms, which took them by surprise.

"since when does she do hugs?" Beth whispered surprised.

The rest of the girls paid close attention to you, noticing the dark rings under your eyes and how exhausted you look as you lie against kyra.

"Is she okay?" Leah whispers, concerned as she kneels down beside your sleeping form, she gently pushes a strand of your hair out the way to get a better look at your face.

"She hasn't slept at all the past few nights, she didn't tell me why" kyra whispered back sadly, protectively holding you closer. You start to stir slightly, snuggling back into kyra once she starts playing with your hair again.

"We should get her home" Caitlin says protectively, standing behind the couch and ruffling kyra's hair and giving her a pointed look. Kyra sends her a cheeky grin back.

You don't know how you got to your own bed, the last thing you remember in falling asleep in kyra's arms and now waking up in your own room. You could hear voices coming from your living room as you sit up slowly, grabbing the fluffy blanket and wrapping yourself up into a cocoon and quietly making your way towards the noise. You walk into your living room and see your teammates sprawled along your couch and on beanbags on the floor.

"Oh you're awake" Beth says cheerfully causing you to smile slightly. You send a smile to the rest of the girls before making your way into your kitchen.

Still wrapped up in your blanket cocoon you fill yourself a glass of water, feeling the girls stairs on you as you walk over to the dining room table. You sigh as you notice the number of worksheets covering the table, putting your glass down you begin to tidy them up. Briefly sorting through the sheets you were still yet to do. Before you could keep stressing you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, you lean back into kyra's body as she kisses your cheek softly.

"Is this why you haven't been sleeping?" she asks gently, softly taking the paper out of your hands and placing them back on the table.

You nod your head sheepishly as you turn around in kyra's arms, wrapping your own arms around her neck. You both totally forgetting about the other people in your house right now.

"How come kyra's the only one you've ever hugged?" Beth speaks up offended, you laugh into kyra's neck before releasing yourself. Feeling a rush of confidence you kiss her on the corner of her lips before whispering a "thanks love"

Kyra stands there stunned as you slowly walk over to Beth, The other girls trying not to laugh at the young australians reaction.

"Do you want a hug as-well Beth?" You ask genuinely, opening your arms.

Beths up on her feet quickly, not missing an opportunity to give you a rare huge. You feel her sigh against you as you hug her comfortably, which lasts a minute or two.

"I think it's my shot now" Katie speaks up

"What, no way, it's mine!" Leah argues

Before you even know it all the girls were arguing over who's turn it was to hug you. So involved with each other they didn't notice how kyra sneakily grabbed your arm and softly dragged you to your room.

"s-sorry i just needed a moment to talk to you, um, alone" she rushes out quickly, stumbling over her words.

"um i- i didn't, really plan what i was going to say, actually- never mind, s-sorry" Kyra stutters, suddenly feeling way to shy and embarrassed, tempting to make a quick exit out of your room. You grab her arm quickly, spinning her around to face you.

"Your really cute when your nervous" you say with a smile, cupping her cheeks. She looks down embarrassed but you lift her chin back up so she's making eye contact with you. (rizz)

"can i kiss you?" you say quietly, not trusting her words kyra nods quickly. You waste no time in pressing your lips softly against hers, she kisses you back immediately, moving her hands to rest on your waist.

You both part for air, keeping eye contact she cups your face with her hands.

"go on a date with me?" kyra whispers hopefully, you nod immediately, a wide smile taking over your face as you start kissing her all over the face, making her laugh.

"come on love you need more sleep" kyra giggles as she pushes you back so your lying on the bed. You reach your arms out and kyra seems to understand what you're wanting as she lays on top of you softly. You wrap your arms around her after lying the blanket over the top of you both.

It didn't take long until you were both fast asleep cuddled up with each other for the second time that day. Your older teammates finally noticed your disappearances and before you know it they were quietly in your room taking multiple photos of the sleeping team babies. Safe to say the fans went crazy after seeing there instagram story's.

(might be a part 2 idk 🤷)

#woso community #woso x reader #arsenal #matildas #kyra cooney cross

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appleblueberry-pie · 2 days

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I like your stories about Gojo as a housewife, I wanted to see if I could request one where she waits for you happily with the food she lovingly prepared for her wedding anniversary, but it seems that you forget and that same day you urgently ask for a divorce because You're tired of him being so jealous and clingy to you.

You haven't picked up your phone the whole day. He should've known this day would come. Because for a while now, you've been drifting away from him. Taking longer to respond to his messages, taking longer to come back home, taking longer to reciprocate his advances for any sort of affection, and taking longer to love him back in general. He doesn't remember the last time he kissed your lips. You began turning your face the last second he goes in for one, only letting him press his awaiting lips to your cold cheek.

He always makes you dinner before you come home. But even though his stomach was twisting and turning in anxiety at neglecting you, even in the slightest, he felt like if he didn't make dinner tonight, you wouldn't even care. That's how much you've been detaching yourself. He wants his favorite girl back. He wants his wife. His one and only. But here he is sitting in the kitchen by himself again.

And when you finally came back and opened that front door, the usual feeling of his spirits being lifted was replaced with sadness and fear. Your face stoic. He just wants to walk up to you, but you were so unapproachable in that moment. He didn't know how to interact. You made him feel this way.

When you begrudgingly joined him at the dining table, he watched you come in for a half-assed hug before you peck him on the cheek and go to the fridge for something to eat. Dinner was right there. Plates on the table, but you didn't even glance at it. ".........Honey?" He calls out softly. "Hm?" You call out, neck deep into the fridge.

Gojo looks over at the food before looking over at you again. Still looking in the fridge. Ignoring his efforts once more. He was getting tired of it. "I made you dinner." You take out a coke from the fridge before cracking it open, kicking the fridge door closed. "Uh-huh." Gojo watched you guzzle down half of the can before leaving the other half unattended.

Gojo can feel his bottom lip tremble. You finally look over at him for the second time that day and purse your lips at his face. He looks so stressed, but.....you wished you could find it in you to care. His eyes were wide, veins popping up on his face, he was squeezing his own shirt like a life-line. It was sad to see. And pathetic. "Do you even fucking care??" You sigh and turn away from him, unbuttoning your work shirt slightly. "I don't want to have this conversation with you right now." Gojo somehow ends up in front of you and grabs your arms rather softly, yet the look in his eyes were scared and desperate.

"You never want to! Every time I try to initiate an important conversation, or- or even just a regular night talk with you, you just walk away or go to sleep. It's like you're trying to run away from me or something-" Gojo steps back when you pull your arms out of his own and begin raising your voice. "Because I am!! I am so tired of being with you, Satoru." "What??"

You begin to shake your head slowly in regret when his face begins to shift through all kinds of emotions. Silence echoed throughout the cold home and it just made you nervous. You didn't want to say it to him like that. And especially not on your anniversary. You fucked up with the timing, but it was true. And it seemed like you couldn't stop your own mouth from babbling the truth. "I just....your so suffocating. I'm shitty for saying this to you right now, but it's been like this for me for a while now....I just don't think I'm cut out for a relationship right now. I don't know." Gojo kept feeling his heart rip itself the more he tried to breathe. It was so unbearably painful and fast, he couldn't keep up with his own emotions. He was sweating and shaking, but all he could focus on was you and your voice. Despite this possible break-up, the daggers in his heart, his mind and heart was still serenaded with your voice. He couldn't get over you.

"I'm just so tired every time I come home and all I want to do is relax-" "That's what I'm here for, Y/n. I'm here-" "Alone. I just want to be alone and on my own. You're always down my throat asking me questions constantly and i just can't find it in me to....to give you what you need." "No, no, no, no, no, don't say that. You give me everything I need. You're all that I need."

He was so close to you, wrapping his arms around you, faces so close, but not close enough for him. Definitely too close for you. You shake your head. "I need to be on my own. I-...I can't do this, Satoru." You looked so guilty in the face. "I...."

You took yourself out of his arms slowly, and Gojo felt like throwing up at the look on your face. "I want to....divorce."

#yandere #yandere x reader #reader #yandere x you #jjk #yandere character #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere satoru gojo x reader #yandere satoru #yandere satoru gojo #yandere satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo #yandere jjk #yandere gojo satoru #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere gojo #angst

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deme-real-life · 2 days

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Many critics of The Navidson Record have humorously added lines in their reviews about the comparative youth of the so-called characters depicted within. A line that is quoted consistently throughout papers is David Kahn's iconic phrase: "Karen Green, a 37 year old woman, should not have been within the depths of that house. Being youthful, she should have instead been at the club."⁶⁹ Several responses to this paper have pointed out that just prior to the filming of The Navidson Record, Karen Green had been attending numerous clubs.⁷¹

⁶⁹ See David Kahn's Ramblings and Blatherings about Ash Tree Lane, Tumbler Magazine, August 8th, 1994, reprinted December 16th, 2022⁷⁰

⁷⁰ Club, my ass. Lude tried to take me there last night. He called me and said something along the lines of "we should go out tonight, Hoss--coke'll be cheap." I can't remember now. I just thought about the club, and it made me think about the poles there, pillars, like Greek architecture, monster and mansion combined. I didn't sleep. I told him I'd be there, but I didn't show up. He didn't call back when I didn't show. Something's tearing apart my seams. Unraveling me like a ball of thread. I'm tired of this cat that's playing with me. The claws are sinking in, tearing neon markers... Five more minutes.

And I'll be there.

⁷¹ Expanded on further in Chapter IX.

#house of leaves #unreality

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picture 1 Lilith: There you are. I wondered where I'd find you, or if I'd find you at all.

picture 2 Lilith: You had me worried. You're a real slippery one.

picture 3 Lilith: [ sighs ] Not feeling chatty, are you?

picture 4 Lilith: Are you alright? Breanna: I'm fine.

picture 5 Lilith: Are you sure? Breanna: I said I'm fine!

picture 6 Breanna: What's with you fucking vampires? Your ears are so big, it shouldn't be this hard for you to fucking listen.

picture 7 Lilith: ...

picture 8 Breanna: I—shit. Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I—I don't know why I—I didn't mean that.

picture 9 Lilith: Tell me. You ran away again. Why? Breanna: ... Lilith: I thought maybe you came to your senses. Breanna: I was gonna come back. Lilith: Where did you go?

picture 10 Breanna: ...I couldn't wait any longer. I had to get it over with. Lilith: Get what over with? Breanna: I—I spent the whole night thinking he's gonna kill me. What else was I supposed to do? Sleep? Lilith: You met with Straud? By yourself?

picture 11 Lilith: Why must you needlessly put yourself in danger? I would've escorted you. [ sighs ] I suppose the fact you still live bodes well enough. Breanna: He said he'd do it. He's gonna turn me. Lilith: You don't sound pleased. Breanna: I'm tired. I had a long night.

picture 12 Lilith: Why did you leave? Breanna: I just told you. Lilith: No, why did you leave home? Breanna: ...I don't wanna talk about it. Lilith: We must talk about this. Breanna: No we don't. There's nothing to say. I left and I'm not going back, that's it. Lilith: Is it? Breanna: [ sighs ] ...I didn't think I'd be this scared.

picture 13 Lilith: [ sighs ] Breanna... Breanna: Huh? Lilith: You should leave. Breanna: ...Huh? Lilith: You've come far, and you're brave to do so, but this is foolish. Please, go home. Forget you ever saw us. Please. You need to be with your own. Your sister will miss you for as long as she lives.

picture 14 Breanna: ...I told you about my sister?

picture 15 Lilith: You—yes.

picture 16 Lilith: Yes, of course you did.

picture 17 Breanna: Whatever. I don't care. I'm not going back. Lilith: I can't let you do this. Breanna: What are you gonna do to stop me?

picture 18 Lilith: Don't be foolish. I'm a vampire. I can do whatever I want to you.

picture 19 Breanna: I don't care. Do it. Wouldn't even Lilith: [ sighs ] You're brave. I'll give you that. Breanna: No I'm not. I got a pit in my stomach.

picture 20 Breanna: [ murmurs ] I've been asking for it my whole life, but now that it's... well... nevermind. Lilith: You've begged your whole life to become a vampire?

picture 22 Breanna: Yeah, Lilith.

picture 23 Breanna: Can we talk about something else?

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 story #lilith vatore #oc: breanna straud #straud: all #straud: standstill #🌱

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martiny0rk · 8 hours

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Can’t sleep without you

Request: Yes/No

Warnings: not any

Summary: Kate just can’t wait have you in her arms

Kate dragged her tired feet into the apartment you both shared taking off her shoes setting them by the door and putting her keys on the hook by the door.

She slowly started to quietly make her way to the bedroom you both shared still dressed in the clothes she had on from practice.

The weight on her shoulders from the stress she had all day seemed to lift and fade away as soon as her eyes landed on your sleeping frame .

The room was dark, the only light being from the moon coming in through the open curtains.

She quietly walked over to you and her heart felt warm upon realizing that you were curled up in her sweatshirt.

Kate caresses your cheek kissing your forehead pulling the covers over you making sure you were tucked in before making her way to the bathroom.

She made her way to the closet grabbing a pair of sweats and a bralette going back into the bathroom setting her clothes on the counter and takes a quick shower.

After, the shower she quickly gets dressed brushing her teeth and drying off her hair.

Kate quickly throws her hair up into a pony tail before turning off the bathroom light and closing the bathroom door heading over to her side of the bed which was the one closest to the door.

She lets out a sigh of relief once her back hit the bed and looks over at you noticing that you moved from the position you were in before she showered.

Kate moves the hair that had fallen in your face just adoring your sleep face which she could see with the moon like coming in on it.

She lets out a big yawn looking at you just seeing you all snuggled up made her just want to pull you in her arms and hold you close.

She closed her heavy eyes letting out a big yawn but for some reason, She couldn't seem to fall asleep. She lied restless and looked at the clock.

Kate knew the remedy was simple. With you wrapped in her strong arms, her body was begging to fall asleep and to have you warm body on top of her, She was going to fall asleep and sleep well. She hated the idea of waking you when you were curled up and looked so cozy when you're sleeping so peaceful

She reached over to touch you. Her hand hovered over your arm for a moment but then finally fell and starts to gently rub your arm

You open your eyes to look at her, finding her teeth sank into her bottom lip and her restless eyes locked with your tired ones.

"Kate? What is it? It's after midnight, I'm tired."

"I know. I'm sorry to wake you, sunshine. But I can't sleep without you in my arms"

You couldn't hide the sleepy smile that had came onto your lip. You moved into her side and tangled your legs with her long ones. She planted little kisses on your head and a lazy smile tugged at your lips once more.

“I love you” you spoke quietly.

“Love you too baby.”

You puckered your lips and closed your eyes. Her lips touched yours, a restless, but loving kiss being planted onto your soft lips.

You pulled back too soon, but she didn't complain as you dropped your head back onto her chest listening to her heart beat and started to fall asleep in her arms.

Kate listened to your breathing which slowly moved her into falling asleep. She gently rubbed your back as she slowly fell asleep.

She always got the best rest with you in her arms.

#kay’s works #kate martin x reader #WNBA x reader #Kate Martin #Kate Martin imagines

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zhounauts · 1 day

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NOT WHAT SHE SEEMS pairing nrk x fmr warnings n/a wc 598 currently listening to lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıılıı.lllııılı.

if someone had told riki that he'd be stumbling over his words and tripping on his feet because of yn, class 2-5's certified teacher's pet, he'd laugh.

riki had grown used to (and tired of) hearing your voice every class, ringing through the silence to answer every single question.

he hated the stupid way you'd correct anybody if they were wrong, and the way you'd always be the first person to raise their hand.

he hated you got special treatment from the teachers, and the way you would scold him for wearing his uniform wrong, having his airpods in, sleeping, not taking notes, and more. the list was endless.

he also hated how, despite that, you were still nice to everyone, and minus the scolding, you still treated him well.

right. and he hated how stupidly pretty you were.

but then summer break comes around, and riki doesn't have to see you again.

but he does. school was never his strong suit, but one thing he knew for sure, was that you of all people should not be here.

he expected that the next time he'd see you again would be back in classroom 2-5, your hair tied in it's usual pony tail, uniform flawless, and your hand up in the sky waiting to be called on.

his expectations are shattered.

because there you are, in the middle of the crowd of revving car engines, the screeching of tires, and the burning smell of gasoline.

you're laughing with a guy, twirling your hair, and being everything that you shouldn't be. your pony tail is gone, and so is your usually speck-free uniform.

he watches you, from his spot in the crowd, utterly flabbergasted. utterly drawn.

your goody-two shoes image is fading fast, and riki can't look away from you no matter how hard he tries. his heart stops when you make eye contact. and he knows you've seen him when your eyes open slightly, before they harden.

next thing he knows you're walking towards him, hips swaying in your baggy jeans and hair blowing in the night wind.

"yn?" thats the only thing riki can pathetically squeak out, his usual confidence gone with your appearance. you laugh.

"how's your summer vacation going?'

"uhm," riki stumbles, "good, nothing much. erm. how about you?"

"the usual," you answer, "i'm excited to head back soon," riki blinks.

"right." he says. you smile.

"i gotta go, see you," you turn without letting him answer, leaving riki flabbergasted for the nth time this day. he can't help but watch as you leave, his eyes unable to let you go until you disappear from view. and his mind doesn't let you go either, you're imprinted in it, and he's entranced.

the next time riki sees you it's class 2-5 again.

and you're back, with your ponytail and spotless uniform, traces of that august night completely gone. for some reason, he's rendered speechless again, standing at the entrance of the class with his eyes on you.

you're helping someone out with something as usual, and everything is seemingly normal. riki starts to think that what happened was a dream, especially when he walks past you, and you don't acknowledge him at all despite making eye contact.

but then in the middle of class, his eyes find you again, and there you are with the same smile you gave him that night.

and then you bring your finger to your mouth, shushing him along with the night where you were everything but what you seemed.

but he couldn't forget. not when you were so unforgettable.

#niki x reader #k labels #enhablr #k films #nishimura niki x reader #enhypen x reader #nishimura riki #riki nishimura x reader #niki x y/n #niki enhypen #enhypen x female reader #enhypen riki #niki nishimura

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felixsramen · 1 day

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Through it all

Pairing: Soft Dom Hongjoong x Sub Fem Reader x Switch Mingi

Summary: You wake up to a bed that previously had your two boyfriends in it. Now there's only one and so you set off to find your other piece. You eventually do but he can't seem to sleep. What better way than to help him sleep by making him relax with your other boyfriends help?

Warnings: body worshipping, poly ateez Hongjoong and Mingi, soft sex with Mingi and Hongjoong, Nipple play, MxMxF, MxM so Hongjoong and Mingi action, Use of pet names, Sweet aftercare, They're all obsessed with each other really, I think that's it but I'll update it if I think of anything else

Notes: My original inspiration for this was Hongjoong with glasses. It does something to me.

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Your alarm clock flashed red. 2:27am it read. You looked over to the side of your bed. One of two of your boyfriends asleep in the bed. Mingi was laying practically on the other side of the bed. The middle was earlier taken up by Hongjoong, yet he was nowhere to be found.

You slid the covers off you and slid your feet into your slippers that Mingi and Hongjoong had gotten for your birthday not too long ago.

You had an idea of where your boyfriend headed off to walking in the direction. Your hand goes to the doorknob leading downstairs into Hongjoongs producing room.

You heard the soft clicks of Hongjoongs computer mouse as the bright screen illuminated the room. You finally step off the first step and watch your boyfriend click on something else on his computer.

"Joong?" You say still kind of tired, but you'd be damned if you went back to bed without Hongjoong.

He turns around in his chair, and he looks at you smiling softly. His glasses are sitting on his beautiful face. "Hi princess." He says and holds out his arms for you.

You walk into his arms, and Hongjoong wraps his hands around you. "What are you doing up?" He asks you concerned and bringing you into his lap.

"You weren't there with me and Mingi." You say nuzzling into his neck.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep. I figured I might as well get some work done." He says, and you pull your head from his neck, looking at him.

"How long have you been down here?" You ask him, and he sighs.

"Since around midnight." He says, and you look at him concerned.

"You need to come back to bed." You say cupping his face. Hongjoong knew you were right.

"What if I can't sleep again?" He says, raising an eyebrow at you.

You smile at him. "Well, I'll just have to help you." You say and kiss him. He kisses you back, his hands going to your hips.

You pull away, and he sighs pretending it was a hassle to agree. You could tell by the way a smile went to his face as he did it he was messing with you.

"Yeah, okay. Let's go back to bed, princess." He says, pecking your lips one more time. He smiles at you as you get off him, saving his progress, and closing the computer, turning it off.

He intertwines your hands and guides you through the dark room so you don't trip or fall. Finally you come to the door and he opens it and that's when you take the lead back to the bedroom. Hongjoong hoped you knew he'd follow you and Mingi to the ends of the earth.

You open the door and see your taller boyfriend who was once asleep now awake.

"What are you two doing up? I was just about to come find you guys." Mingi says, and you smile at him, leading Hongjoong to the bed.

"I woke up, and Hongjoong wasn't in bed, so I went to his studio downstairs and got him to come back to bed." You say, and Mingi, who is still half asleep, nods.

Hongjoong gets into bed, and instead of sliding beside him, you climb on top of him. He was about to take his glasses off and hand them to Mingi to set on the nightstand, but you grabbed his hand before he could.

"You won't sleep if you're not tired. We might as well give you a reason to be right, Mingi?" You say, and Mingi looks at you and nods. He was tired but not tired enough to help get his boyfriend to bed.

Hongjoong looks at you. "You need me to keep my glasses on for that?" He asks you.

You smile at him. "No, but I love you in your glasses. They look sexy on you." You say, and he raises an eyebrow at you, smirking.

"You hear this, Mingi? She thinks I look sexy with glasses." Mingi smiles at Hongjoongs words as he sits up.

"That's because you do." Mingi says back to him. Mingi leans down, placing his lips on Hongjoongs. Hongjoong relaxes into the kiss as Mingi takes control of the kiss. Mingi tries to pull away after a while, but Hongjoong bites his lip softly before letting him move.

Hongjoong looks to you expecting the same thing, and you smile at him. "So cute Joong." You say, and Hongjoong smiles at you. "Cute? I prefer sexy."

You giggle, but Hongjoong silences your giggles with a kiss. Hongjoong takes over the kiss, deciding to push his tongue in your mouth. You sigh, relaxing into the makeout session. Mingi's hands go to your shirt, pulling it up as Hongjoong pulls away from the makeout session, letting your shirt go over your head before his lips fall back on yours.

Hongjoongs hands move from your hips going up to your bra. He unclips your bra, and you let it slide down. You pull your lips from Hongjoongs sighing but looking at Mingi, who is biting his lip now.

"Forgot that I was here?" Mingi asks with a chuckle, but you and Hongjoong immediately shake your head.

"Of course not. Hongjoong is just so needy." You reply to him, but Hongjoong pinches your side, making you yelp in surprise. You playfully glare at the man under you, but Hongjoong only gives you a smile. "Not sorry. You should be careful of your words." Hongjoong tells you leaning up, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, making you relax once more.

Your eyes land on Mingi once more. He gives you a smile, and you feel your stomach fill with butterflies. You can't help but lean in and press a soft to his lips. It only seems to make the butterflies swarm more in your stomach. Only these two men could have this effect on you.

You feel a hand gently fondle your breasts. It has you moaning softly into your boyfriends mouth. Mingi doesn't let you pull away to see who it is, but you're sure it's Hongjoongs groping your chest.

Mingi is pushing his tongue into your mouth, and you can't help but relax into him. Everything about your boyfriends was just so comforting.

Mingi gently lifts you off Hongjoong and into his lap. You can feel his boner pressed against you, and you can't help but grind against it, wanting to feel more. Mingis tongue continues to explore your mouth eagerly, and the hands on your breasts don't stop groping you.

Mingi pulls away, and you're breathing heavily. Your body collapses against him, trying to catch your breath from the heavy make-out session. The hands aren't on your chest anymore.

You finally catch your breath and move from Mingis chest. You look up, and you're met with Hongjoong and Mingi mid make out session. Hongjoong has total control of the kiss. His tongue is shoved into Mingis's mouth, trying to reach every inch of it. You think you could cum from the sight alone.

Mingis hand goes to the end of Hongjoongs shirt, and he grabs it. He lifts the shirt up, and Hongjoong moves from the kiss so Mingi can pull it off him. Mingis is careful to make sure the shirt doesn't get caught on the glasses perfectly framing his face.

Your eyes can't help but drift over his body. Everything about Hongjoong made you love him even more. The tattoo on his inner arm your eyes always seemed to go to. No matter how many times you stared at it, you were just as captivated and enraptured by it. Mingi was just as much, if not a bigger fan of it.

Mingis hands travel over Hongjoongs body, and he lets him. Hongjoong had known how obsessed you and Mingi were with his body. If it made you both happy to feel all over him, he's more than happy to let you do exactly that.

Mingis hand eventually goes over Hongjoongs tattoo. 'No 1 like me.' Is inked out across his inner arm. Mingis hand continues to rub over Hongjoongs body. Eventually, Mingi has had enough, and his lips are on Hongjoongs once more.

You move off of Mingis lap. It's clear he's already missing your warmth because he frowns into the kiss the moment you move away. However you want to watch your boyfriends together.

Hongjoong pulls away once more. Their eyes fall on you. You give them a smile, and that seems to settle the both of them. Hongjoongs hand goes to your thigh, and you wonder if he's going to pull you in his lap once more, but he doesn't.

Hongjoongs hand rubs up and down your thigh slowly. "We'll take good care of you after." Hongjoong is looking at you full of love. You know they will. They always do. Hongjoongs hand then moves away.

Hongjoong brings a hand to Mingis face, caressing it softly. Mingi relaxes into his touch, and Hongjoong can't help but stare at the man in front of him who is so willing to please him.

"Min, you're so pretty." Hongjoongs words make Mingi blush. He doesn't move from Hongjoongs touch, though. "You'll let me show you how pretty you are?" Hongjoongs words only make the man turn a deeper shade of red.

Mingi nods at Hongjoong. "Please." Mingi breathes out, and it's almost breathless. Hongjoong smiles at him as his hand goes to Mingis sweatpants. Mingi holds his breath as Hongjoongs hand disappears inside. Then, a moan comes from his gorgeous lips.

You can see what Hongjoong is doing, but it clearly has Mingi falling apart. Then his hand is pulling out Mingis sweatpants, and Mingi lets out a small whine. Hongjoong, however, silences it with a kiss.

Hongjoong gives Mingi a smile as he pulls away, but Mingi is clearly confused why Hongjoong pulled his hand away. "It's okay, pretty boy. I just want to get your sweatpants off. Our gorgeous girl should see how pretty you look. All of you." Hongjoong presses a quick kiss to Mingis' lips.

Mingi lifts his hips up, and Hongjoong pulls off his sweatpants along with his boxers. "Pretty boy with a pretty cock." Hongjoong mumbles as his eyes are on Mingis cock. Mingi gets embarrassed at his words and a whine escaped his mouth. Hongjoong chuckles and his hand wraps around Mingis cock once more forcing a moan out of him.

Hongjoong is staring at Mingi as if he's some kind of precious jewel, and you can't help but stare, too. Hongjoongs hand glides up all the way to the tip. His thumb comes to the slit smearing the precum along it.

You watch as Mingis falls forward into Hongjoongs hold. His head hides in Hongjoongs neck. Sweet moan after moan falls from his lips as Hongjoong slides his hand back down. He repeats the motions over and over twisting and turning his hand along Mingis cock. The head is bright red and Mingis moans only increase in volume.

Hongjoong is biting his lip hearing Mingis moans, and you're getting just as turned on. "You sound so pretty. Are you close, Min? Going to cum for me? Cum all over my hand Min. I'll even let our baby have a taste. You know how much she enjoys our cum." That seems to be enough for Mingi. He lets out the loudest moan you've heard so far and he cums into Hongjoongs hand. His hips roll into Hongjoongs hand as Hongjoong jerks him off until he's whining from overstimulation.

Mingi takes a second, breathing deeply into Hongjoongs neck. Hongjoongs hand that doesn't have cum all over it comes to Mingis back. He rubs it until Mingis breath evens out. Mingis head moves from Hongjoongs neck and Hongjoong places a kiss on top of his head.

Hongjoong and Mingis eyes land on you. Your legs are pressed tightly together. "Come here, baby." Hongjoong softly tells you. You can't help but do as he tells you.

As soon as you're in front of him, he's smiling at you. He offers his hand out to you. It's glistening with Mingis cum and who are you to say no to it. Your mouth wraps around his fingers. You stare at him as you lick your other boyfriends cum off his fingers. It's only a little bitter considering your boyfriend has been doing his best to drink more water.

Hongjoong pulls his fingers out of your mouth, and he's quick to press his lips to yours. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you don't even try to fight back. Instead, you relax into it. You feel hands go to your waist and pull at your shorts. You lift up, and your shorts and panties are pulled down and off.

Hongjoong pulls away from your lips. His hands go to his shorts, and you feel Mingis hands on your waist. Mingi presses a kiss to your neck, and you sigh out. You lean your head over so he can have more access, and your eyes start to shut as he continues to kiss your neck and suck hickies into it.

Another pair of hands meet your skin, and you open your eyes. Hongjoong is smiling at you. "Pretty girl. Min is going to leave so many hickies if you continue to let him. When you go back to work, they'll notice them even if you try to cover them up." Hongjoong laughs out. Mingi moves his lips from your neck. He was clearly getting carried away, and Hongjoongs words seemed to break him out of his trance.

Hongjoong presses a quick kiss to your lips, still laughing when he pulls away. Hongjoong moves back against the headboard, propping a pillow behind him. He sits up, and his eyes are on you as Mingis hands go to your nipples. He plays with them and presses another kiss to your neck. Then he's moving away.

Hongjoong opens his arms for you. "Come here, sweet girl. I want to fuck you." You do as he wants and crawl into his lap. You hover over him and his hands rest on your thigh.

"Whenever you're ready." Hongjoong tells you. His hands slowly caress your thighs. You take a deep breath, and then you're lowering yourself down onto him. A moan falls from your lips as you continue to sink down onto him.

You can't help but feel full as you bottom out. It's too much pleasure, and your body falls forward, and your head hides in Hongjoongs neck. A breathy moan falls from your lips as Hongjoongs' hands go to your hips.

"Tell me when you're ready. I'll fuck you nice and slow my love." Hongjoong tells you. The words are just so sweet. You take another shaky breath but then you nod. That's enough for Hongjoong and he's lifting you up and pushing you down once more making you both moan out.

Hongjoongs doing as he said. Fucking you nice and slow. He's deep and hitting every spot inside you. You can't help but slowly lose your mind. Then Hongjoongs moans are silenced but he continues to fuck into you. You look up and you're met with Mingi kissing Hongjoong. It's a slow make out session matching Hongjoongs pace as he fucks you.

You're already so close and watching your boyfriends almost lazily make out makes you want to cum even more. Mingi moves from Hongjoongs lips and then he's looking at you. His hand comes under your chin moving you away from Hongjoongs neck. Then his lips are on yours. You relax into the kiss instantly. Mingis kiss is almost like Hongjoongs thrusts. Slow and yet so full of love.

"Look at my pretty babies." Hongjoong coos at both you and Mingi. You both move from each other to Hongjoongs words. Clearly, you both had gotten too lost into it. "Don't mind me. I was just enjoying the show." Hongjoongs still thrusting into you, making you lose your mind.

You and Mingi looked at each other, relieved that Hongjoong didn't feel like he was being left out. Mingis lips are on yours once more after that. His tongue slips into your mouth this time. It's hard trying to focus on the make-out session Mingi has started when Hongjoong has you so close to the edge. Mingi continues to lick into your mouth, trying to almost force you into remembering what he tastes like after.

"You're close, aren't you? Go ahead and cum for me princess." Hongjoong sounds likes he's just as close. Mingi pulls away from your lips but a trail of saliva connects you both. Mingis fucked out expression is what throws you over the edge. You're cumming around Hongjoong and he's burying himself deeper into you with a groan. You collapse against Hongjoongs chest breathing heavily.

You feel the bed shift, and your head lifts as you watch Mingi try to move away carefully. Your hands reach out for the tall man even though you're exhausted. "Where are you going? Stay, please?" You can't help the tears that start springing to your eyes.

Mingi stops moving to get off the bed for a second. His hands go to your face, caressing it. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to start a bath for us. If not, we'll be here all night sticky." Mingi looks at Hongjoong, who's reaching out for him too. "Just a few minutes." Hongjoong tells Mingi. Mingi sighs out, and he knows he's lost this battle. He moves back onto the bed, and then he's lying beside Hongjoong on his shoulder.

A couple minutes pass, and eventually, Mingi is able to convince you both to let him run a bath. The bathroom door is shut, but you can hear the water filling in the tub. "How'd we get so lucky to have him?" Hongjoong asks you. His hand is rubbing your back, and he's smiling down at you. "I don't know. We must have been superheros or something in our past lives. I even got you, so I think I had to do more than be a superhero, actually." Hongjoong laughs at your words.

The bathroom door opens once more. Mingi comes out and makes his way over to you both. He lifts you off of Hongjoong carefully. "I'll be taking her." Mingi tells Hongjoong, making you laugh in his arms. "You can't just take her!" Hongjoong gives Mingi a faux glare. "Well, I am. My boyfriend has to pick us out some clothes for us and change the sheets." Mingi gives Hongjoong a kiss on the lips that Hongjoong is quick to melt into.

"You've convinced me." Hongjoong mumbles out with a smile. "Don't be long. I want to wash you." You tell Hongjoong. Hongjoong presses a quick kiss to your lips. "I won't. Especially since my two favorite people aren't in my arms." Hongjoong presses another kiss to Mingis' lips. When Hongjoong pulls away that's when Mingi carries you to the bathroom.

Mingi sits in the water with your back against his chest, holding you. "You're so gorgeous." Mingi mumbles out as you grab the soap. You turn in his arms to face him. "You're so handsome." You say back with a bright smile on your face. Mingi lets you wash him off and even wash his hair.

The door opens, and Hongjoong walks into the bathroom carrying clothes for all three of you. Most of them look like his own, and they probably are.

Hongjoong gets into the bathtub, careful of you and Mingi. "We need a bigger bathtub." He mumbles out, making you and Mingi laugh. "Well, buy us a bigger house while you're at." Mingi tells Hongjoong. Hongjoong raises an eyebrow. "I like our house now." You turn around once more, your back pressed against Mingis chest facing Hongjoong.

Hongjoong watches as you grab the soap once more. "It's perfect for just us three." Hongjoong tells Mingi, who is still smiling at him. "I agree. So stop complaining about the bathtub then. Plus, you were the one that picked out the house, too." Mingi reminds Hongjoong. Hongjoong only sighs out, knowing he's right.

It doesn't take long for you to all finish in the bathtub. You're quick to realize that Hongjoong did indeed grab his clothes for you both to wear. An oversized hoodie for you and then another one for Mingi that just perfectly fits Mingi. Hongjoongs has one of his black shirts on, but Mingi eventually convinces him to put on one of his hoodies practically drowning Hongjoong in it.

You're all three back in bed once more with clean sheets cuddling. "Should I get a tattoo?" Mingi looks up at Hongjoong finally. Mingis eyes are on Hongjoongs tattoo once more. Hongjoong is already smiling at him. His hand runs through Mingis black hair. "If you want to. I think you'd look good with or without one." Hongjoong tells the man lying on one side of him.

Mingis hand is intertwined with yours as your head also lays on your shared boyfriend. You can hear his heartbeat and it soothes you. "What do you think, love?" Mingi is looking at you in awe.

"I agree with Joong. I'd go with you if you did want one. Hold your hand because I know you'd be a scaredy cat." You tease the man in front of you. Mingi doesn't pout, though.

"You'd hold my hand too, right?" Mingi looks up at Hongjoong. Hongjoong brings your intertwined hands up to his lips. A kiss to both the back of your hands.

"Through it all, Mingi. I'd hold both your hands through it all." Hongjoong glances at the both of you with a bright smile. His words are meant for both of you. You almost want to cry, knowing he doesn't mean just through a tattoo. He means through life. He'd hold your hand through life.

Hongjoong finally takes his glasses off and hands them to Mingi. Mingi reaches over placing them on the nightstand. He pulls the cord on the lamp, and the light clicks off.

"I love you both." Hongjoong whispers into the dark. "I love you both, too." Mingi tells you as he settles closer to the both of you. "I love you both so much. Always will." You tell the both of them. Then the room is silent, and eventually, the only sound is all of your steady breathing.

#poly ateez #poly atz #ateez smut #atz smut #ateez mingi smut #ateez hongjoong smut #ateez fluff #atz fluff #ateez mingi fluff #ateez hongjoong fluff #ateez imagines

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hierba-picante · 2 days

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I'll Be There Ch.1

Summary: You are Gregory's older sibling! :D He tags along with you to your interview for your new job at the pizza plex! A/N: GUYS!!! THE LONG AWAITED FIIIC YIPEEE!!

I'm sorry this took a while to come out- I thought today was Friday--my bad guys :'D- I did also say I was going to post this to AO3 but uhm erm,... I was unaware of the invitation and having to wait a few days to get approved..SO I POST THE TWO CHAPTERS HERE!! They will later get uploaded to AO3 once I have the account settled!! Word Count: 6k!! Tags!: gn!reader, many hijinks, no use of y/n, Gregory is a little shit, the daycare attendants are goofy, Moon, Sun, and Eclipse are all separate animatronics!, Daycare attendants have transatlantic accents, Alternate universe- Canon Divergence, self insert, 2nd person POV, mentions of minor injury!!

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Serene. Quiet. In the warm grasp of your peaceful slumber. Your toasty blanket completely engulfed you whole. Your face poking out just enough to let air flow into your nose for proper breathing. Your room was cozy, well, your side of the room. A desk cluttered with trinkets and paperwork. Scribbled notes on top of books. Your soft bed adjacent to said desk. Some fairy lights strung about as to not let it ever be a full dark night. Plush animals strewn about to occupy the remaining space of your bed and floor beneath it. Ah yes, one could get used to such luxury. The other side belonged to your little brother. A handful he was, one you kept close to your heart. His own plush animals are thrown around to mingle with his light boards and remote control cars. A small desk with crayons and construction paper. Some snippets of color here and there. A small pile of markers missing their caps. No matter, you’d find them another time. His bed laid empty, his liveliness unbeknownst to you. For now. You awoke to a plush object falling onto your face. Your little brother’s laugh rang through the room. Feeling his weight shift onto the bed as he giggled and nudged you awake. Smiling to yourself, you sat up and let the object fall onto your lap. A yellow teddy bear with a blue gingham ribbon. How cute. With a yawn and a stretch you greeted your sibling by ruffling his hair. “Morning, pudge.” He shook his head away and lightly smacked your hand. “Hey!” You couldn’t help the chuckle that left your throat. “Heyyy!” Mocking him with a smirk, you ruffle his hair once more. A harsh nudge of his head sent your hand flying off. Before you could react, he sent himself shooting right into your abdomen. “Oof-!” You breathed out. Minor pain aside, he curled himself up into your lap and started babbling about a dream he had. You glanced out your window as your hand tucked his hair behind his ear. The sun hasn’t come out yet. Blue hour. Smiling, you closed your eyes with a hum. Right on time. This was routine for you and your little brother, Gregory. He’d wake up at around four in the morning and immediately run up to your bed. Toss his plush as high up into the air as possible and let it fall onto your unsuspecting self. Of course, Gregory only wakes you up for the important things, consisting of: a glass of water, a sweet bread, some cereal, or just to talk your ear off about the wildest dream he had. This time, he chose the latter.

Normally, you’d wait for him to talk to himself to sleep, but you were particularly tired this morning. So you scooped up your little brother, interrupting his dream talk session.

He expressed his dismay by tugging on your shirt and raising his voice. You got off the bed briefly to remove some of your plush animals. Once satisfied with the space you made, you cradled him back to bed with you. Giving him most of your pillow as he made himself comfortable. Humming a short tune as you bundled up the blankets around the two of you. “Alright, tell me what else happened in your dream,” you said, smiling and pinching his nose. He laughed and scrunched his eyes closed.

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The bright sun is what woke you up first. You sat up with a groan. Not quite the morning person you used to be, you sat up with eyebrows already knitted together, squinting at your window with repugnance. Begrudgingly, you made your way to shut the pesky light out with curtains. Only to get cut off by a sudden crash downstairs. Oh come now, what time is it even? You thought to yourself. The clock read 6:32 a.m. That checks out. Gregory, still being the morning person, was usually making himself some sort of breakfast by this time. Grabbing a sweater, you made your way down the stairs. Dreading what sort of mess you’d find on your arrival. “Don’t come down!! I dropped a glass bowl!!” he warned you. You paused and looked down at your fuzzy socks. You left your slippers upstairs. Admittedly a bad habit, but one that Gregory took into account.

“Did you get cut? Do I need to get the bandages?” you hollered back to him as you made your way back to get your slippers.

A few seconds of silence passed by. Taking that as a yes, you made swift work of retrieving the bandages from the mirror cabinet in the upstairs bathroom, along with some antiseptic if needed. You smiled to yourself. Remembering how clumsy Gregory had been in his younger years. Often running to you in tears after scraping his knees, or getting stung by a bee he'd been chasing. It was rare to see him without a bandage somewhere. Your thumb traced over the bandaid box gently. You yourself were rather clumsy. Often bumping your nose into something or getting cut by the most random things. Just like Gregory, you'd be seen with some sort of bandage. Or even a bruise here and there.

Laughing to yourself, you made your way to the kitchen. Gregory had already swept up the glass debris. He dumped it into an old kitchen rag before tying it with a rubber band. All while wearing oven mitts. Something you'd taught him to avoid any further injury. Whether it be you or anyone else who comes across it.

"C'mere, lemme see," you offered with a hand. Embarrassed, he made taking off the oven mitts as slow as humanly possible. Mumbling something about it not being that bad. "Gregory." Warning him as if you'd already begun to count to three. He groaned out a "hmph" and let his wrist fall onto your hand.

The cut itself was wide. About a quarter size to be exact. It looked like he peeled a sliver of skin off, enough so to have little specks of blood forming. Not a deep cut, thank goodness, but a cut nonetheless. You hummed and dabbed some of the antiseptic on. Your little brother grimacing a bit at the sting.

"How did you get this from dropping a bowl?" you questioned as you slipped on a bandaid. Keeping your hold so he wouldn't find a way to weasel out.

Gregory huffed, "I didn't. I got it from cutting strawberries. I didn't wanna use the cutting board, so I cut them in my hand. But the knife slipped and...yeah…” he trailed off.

You hummed, seeming satisfied with his answer. Hand hovering just an inch above his bandaged wound. You smacked it. "Ow!! What??" he fumed.

"You couldn't be bothered to wash a cutting board? Now look. You have a quarter sized piece of skin missing," you gestured towards his wrist.

"So?" he cradled his wrist towards his chest.

"So?" you parroted back, "You know how easy these can get infected if you don't take care of it properly? Knowing your ass, I'm gonna have to remind you to regularly keep it clean."

Gregory's voice grew quiet. "Nooo."

You chuckled. "Yeaaah," you said, mocking his tone. Your brother laughed as he shoved your shoulder.

"Go back to bed, don't you have that interview at two?" he commented as he made his way back to his fruit.

"I do. Did you wanna come with?"

He thought for a moment, "Hmm..I guess so. Knowing your ass, you'd probably forget where you park." A knowing smile danced across his face.

It was your turn to laugh, "I mean I do—but it's also just a fun place, I think. I figured you can look around and play games while you wait for me."

Gregory feigned his deep thought, "Hmm…wellllll.”

You chuckled and pinched his nose, "It's either yes or I leave you here alone for three hours. I don't want an 'I guess.'" Your brother shook his face away in laughter.

"Okay, okay! I'll tag along!"

You smiled at his answer, "Alright, be ready by 1:30." You ruffled his hair before heading to the stairs. The faint sound of chopping on a cutting board could be heard once you reached your bedroom door. Your shoulders relaxed. "Good egg,” you whispered to yourself.

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The drive there wasn't too bad. Early afternoon on a weekday. People were either working or in class. Either way, it allowed you to arrive ten minutes early. You turned your car off and rummaged around in your bag before exiting your car. You looked at the massive building before you. A silent gasp fell from your mouth as you opened Gregory's door.

"I didn't expect the pizzaplex to be that big…" you mumbled as your little brother laughed.

"Didn't you read up on the job offer before applying?" he poked at your side.

You jumped and swatted his hand away. "I did!” You exclaimed as you shut the car door. “…The important parts at least..." Your answer only gives more fuel to Gregory's laughter.

True, you had read up on the offer itself, the expectations and what not. Just not the rest of what the place had to offer as entertainment. You were there for a retail position. Specifically, a spot in the Lucky Star's Gift Shop. Expectations were: know how to manage a register, minor custodial experience, customer service, and general knowledge of the products you'd be selling. Those products being: plush toys, candies, apparel, trinkets, etc. An easy job surely.

You didn't expect the pizzaplex to be the size of a super mall and then some. Your wide eyes glued to the building as Gregory dragged you to the front doors. The parking lot was thankfully not as full. You felt comfortable in trusting your sibling to guide you to your destination.

A small chime rang once the two of you arrived. The smell of pizza and freshly cleaned carpeting wafted in the air. The ceilings were higher than the sky. Tiled floors waxed clean and carpeted floors as vibrant as the day they'd been installed. Gregory let go of your hand as he took a step ahead. Eager eyes darting around all the possible things he could do: an exciting collection of bowling, racing, arcades, and a food court, to name a few. He felt his stomach growl. His window shopping, however, got interrupted by a robot. A cute little thing. Just an inch taller than Gregory. Colored cheeks and the animation of a stiff broomstick. A colorful sunny shirt with the words "Daycare!" littered across its chest. A quick scan from your head to toe gave it all the information needed.

"Interview number 24, scheduled in 8 minutes. Early. Punctual. With a—" it stopped and gave a slight nod, "—plus one. I am one of the daycare's staff robots, greetings. Would you like me to show you to the location of the interview? Do you need to enroll the young one into the daycare while he waits?" It offered its metallic hand towards you.

You smiled and shook your head. "Thank you! But he’s alright on his own, I appreciate the offer though!" You made quick work of fishing for your credit card in your wallet. "Alright Greg, I'm leaving you with this to use responsibly. Food and a few games. Keep your phone volume on high and with you at all times. I'll call you once I'm done, alright?"

His eager hands snatched the piece of plastic, "Alright!" And with that, he was gone. Laughter hummed through your chest as you took the staff bot's hand. Just an interview. In and out. Then you'd find Gregory and be on your way home.

The walk there helped you familiarize yourself with the layout of the first floor. You took note of a few bathrooms and emergency exits. The bright neon lights arranged in stripes along the wall caught your eye. How you didn't notice that upon first entering was beyond you. The larger than life statues in the dead center as well. The Glam Rocks, in golden splendor.

You kept making mental notes as you followed the staff bot up the escalators—a gift shop or two on the side, a few designated party rooms—just some things you'd expect to see in the pizzaplex. You almost bumped into the bot as it halted. Pristine walls were decorated with a fun blue sky and the words “Super Star Daycare!” Two painted over doors sat in the middle. The right door had a small screen on it. A small wave of the staff bot’s hand had the screen flashing a green color. The doors click open, granting you both access. You watched in awe at the interaction, smiling to yourself at the notion that kids under Fazbear care were taken very seriously. Enough so to only allow a select few during working hours.

What you didn't expect was to hear the reverb of a band. Wasn't this a daycare? You didn't recall reading about there being two bands within the facility. That or the Glam Rocks hosting shows for the smaller children. Sensing your confusion, the staff bot chimed, "While this is a daycare, the attendants do like to offer shows to both children and family members. A sort of break from taking care of all the little ones running around. It keeps them still long enough while me and the others get nap time essentials ready—or when organizing the place during a busy day." You nodded at it's explanation. The staff bot took your hand once more and guided you into the hallway.

The glittery ivory flooring wasn't new, but the light fixtures were. Instead of intense neon, this section of the pizzaplex favored a warm light hung by chandelier. There were faint wooden walls staring back at you. It felt elegant to say the least. Catching you off guard, as you wouldn't expect this sort of appeal from a daycare. But a place to hold shows? You could picture it.

The daycare itself was enormous. The front doors loomed over you, as did its walls. Your eyes trailed up to find a sort of railing at an even higher level. You could only assume it was to help clean and maintain the structure. While it was walled off, the daycare offered viewing windows for anyone who dropped off their kid. Or in this case, for you to peer into.

The bot led you a bit aways from the daycare. Noticing a small fault in your steps, it offered you a small stop to look through the side window. Paying attention to your growing curiosity for the daycare attendants. You smiled in thanks and turned your attention to watch.

A bright sunny animatronic held the position as lead guitarist. His rays dancing about with little head shakes along with his background vocals. His counterpart, a sleepy night capped moon animatronic, played what looked like a bass while also taking lead vocals. Easily keeping up with the sun's guitar. Behind them, another animatronic was on drums. He resembled the sun, but had a darker color palette and a dark silhouette in his rays. He had a calmer smile to him. While he didn't sing along, he did keep up with their energy. An eclipse themed animatronic, you deduced.

Next to the moon was another guitar player, a more human looking animatronic. His color palette matched the sun's while taking the personality of the moon. Rays shooting out from his curly hair. To the sun's left was a female animatronic, another human-esque one. A violin in one hand and a wide smile and energy to match the sun's. Though her color palette resembled the moon's more than anything. Even sporting a similar nightcap.

"A Thousand Eyes, I believe that's what they're playing. It's a popular choice here. Bobby Vee?" the bot nodded, "Yes Bobby Vee, a classic." You continued looking on, impressed by their performance.

Your eyes danced across their attire: the sun sporting an exciting patterned button up shirt, bright yellow suns decorating his arms and chest. His pants were high waisted and loosely flared at the legs. Having a clown like ruffle at both ends, with cute sun's at the knees. The moon wore a red vest atop his own button up shirt. A puffed short sleeve with moons leading into a tight long sleeve seamlessly. Sporting similar pants as his counterpart, the main difference being the moons on his knees and a faint change in fabric color at the hips. As well as the buttons, which formed in a triangular pattern at his waist. Their clothing is reminiscent of both a 50s working man's attire and a 50s clown costume.

The eclipse was vastly different in clothing. An eclipse patterned button up yes, but short sleeved. No elongated pants either. Instead, he was clad in high waisted, two toned shorts with two pairs of belts. A pair of knee socks hugged at his legs before leading into his jester shoes. You couldn't help the smile growing on your face. While his counterparts had casual working man's clothing, he wore a relaxed summer outfit.

The human leaning designed animatronics had contrasting aspects. While the male's color palette resembled the sun and eclipse, he had somber imagery: a yellow short sleeved button down riddled with rain clouds and drops. His pants flaring with ruffles. The latter being cleverly white with raindrops defying gravity and drifting up his legs. His female counterpart sporting sad blues to match the moon. Specks of happy suns littered her puffy sleeved button up. Her own vest was colored a happy yellow with four pointed stars. Her high waisted shorts were a two toned blue with similar stars dancing at the ends. A sun patterned nightcap atop her head.

"So remember when you tell your little white lies that the niiiight~ Has a thousand eyyyyes~!", The sun and moon sang while their human counterparts accompanied with a falsetto. The eclipse excitedly hit his symbols to signify the end of the song.

The daycare erupted in cheers and you couldn't help but clap softly. The animatronics bowed as flowers and toys were thrown to the main stage. The sun was the first to rise, his smile widening as he made eye contact with you. You smiled back and raised your hands up a bit. Wanting to make sure he saw you were clapping. Only for said clapping to stop once he winked at you. You couldn't help the silent gasp you let out. The girl animatronic jumped up from her bow, waving to children excitedly. Turning to yank her other half up. Her eyes briefly caught your's, her smile growing that much wider.

“Two minutes remaining until the interview. Shall we be on our way?” The staff bot unknowingly offered you an out to your awkward expression. "Y-Yea! Let's!" you agreed. This time you took its hand in yours as you walked away.

"Ah—I see you were familiar with the way to the Lucky Star's Gift Shop?" you stopped abruptly.

“Uhm...nooo..." sheepishly admitting you were, in fact, not.

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"Guys! Did you see them? The new interviewee for the gift shop?" Sun exclaimed. His fellow bandmates looked around for said interviewee.

"I don't think we did," Moon admitted, "Brother?"

Eclipse shook his head, "Sorry, afraid not. PeyPey?” he turned to the human animatronic.

"Hmm...can't say I did, Caro?" his counterpart excitedly nodded.

"I did! I think they were absolutely darling, wouldn't you agree Sun?" she rested her head on PeyPey's shoulder.

Sun excitedly nodded his head, "I do! Darling and kind! They clapped for us after we played! Oh, I can't wait to meet them!!"

Moon chuckled, "That's if they get hired, brother dear. And knowing the luck with past interviews, I'm afraid their chances look slim."

Eclipse clicked his tongue, "Well, never say never, Moon. Don't sour Sun's optimism."

PeyPey nodded in agreement, "I think this is the first one to actually stop and watch a bit of our show.”

"Right you are! I'm sure we've more than grabbed their attention, enough so to have them really aiming to win this interview~!" Sun sang out as he began to put his guitar away. The rest of the band mates followed suit with their own instruments.

"Well, possibly…maaaybeee," his lunar brother teased as he put on his neck ruffle.

"I just hope it all turns out okay," Eclipse added while also fitting his own neck garment on.

"Oh come now, I'm sure they'll ace it! They've already made quite the impression on Sun, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to convince the company otherwise if it all came down to it," Caro commented.

Her other half chiming in, "It'd be nice to finally open up the gift shop. The staff bots help a lot but none have what the higher ups are looking for, even with all the programming they do."

Moon hummed in thought, "What do you suppose they're looking for?" He opened his palms as if waiting for something. All eyes turned to PeyPey.

"Well...someone kind and patient, who can connect with guests, and…someone who has experience with children? Especially the younger ones. Someone who has a real knack for it," he concluded.

Eclipse twirled his drumstick. "That sounds about right. Certainly the type of person I'd want working in a gift shop right next to a daycare," he smiled.

"Speaking of daycare: our other jobs await! Come on!" Sun spun his rays as he ran off to the growing number of children waiting to get checked in.

Eclipse laughed and followed his brother. "Hold on now! Let me just wrangle up PeyPey and Caro!" Moon called over to his brothers.

He held out his arms and nodded towards the two animatronics. Both of which did a quick jump into the air. After a small popping sound and puff of clouds, they were the size of pineapples. Landing softly into Moon's embrace.

"Why they made you two as both small and tall will always confuse me," he quipped as he jogged over to the check in.

"Aww, Moon, don't you find us helpful when the kids get into small spaces? Or when you need an extra pair of hands for paperwork?" Caro asked while tugging on his ruffle.

The animatronic rolled his eyes with a smile, "I suppose so."

"Or how about when you need us to walk around the daycare during nap time? The other two aren't aren't too great at sneaking like us three. Especially on a full day. Are we helpful then? Or how about—" PeyPey's words got cut short by Moon's hand gently patting his head.

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The gift shop was pretty homey, reminiscent of a mom and pop shop, and matching the personality of the daycare indeed. Faint primary colored wooden walls surrounded you, accompanied by cartoons of the attendants frolicking about. Ivory tiled flooring at your feet, white wooden shelves with card labels for what would be set out. ‘Sun plush toys here,’ read the one. ‘Eclipse plush toys here,’ read another. The shop was well kept. No dust in sight and your reflection smiled back at you from the floor.

Yep, well kept.

"Alright, I've got your papers all settled here. Now let's see…" What would be your manager beckoning you to the front register. You loudly gulped and nodded as you made your way to her.

She was a warm woman. Pansy was what she went by. She was average height and wore a black button up with some slacks. A pen held up her messy bun. Glasses hung at the bridge of her nose. During your initial interaction, you'd find out that not only was she this giftshop's manager, but the manager of pretty much every other shop here in the pizzaplex. How does she manage all the inventory and employees? You'd never know. Trying to think about it made your balance shift off its axis. Even with the technological advancements of staff bots roaming around, managing that many stores must be exhausting. What with customer service whilst also making sure everyone on the team was okay.

"Your resume is nice, your experience certainly fits our criteria. We would love to have you, but you must answer one question correctly," she watched you through the rims of her glasses.

With nervous eyes, you nodded at her once more. Urging her to continue.

"When you see a child begin to cry after a fall, what do you do?" The question itself wasn't one you were expecting.

Befuddled, you recounted the times that child was Gregory. "I...I don't make it into a big deal. If I do, they learn that every little problem is a bigger deal than it's supposed to be. Help them up, make sure they're okay and point out how there's no injury. Gravitate their attention to something else," you glanced back at her and tried to read her reaction.

This was how you raised Gregory. For whatever accident happened. You made sure not to baby him as much, and to show him ways to get back up. On the off chance you weren't around. It's how your parents had raised you, so you raised your little brother the same way.

She nodded and scribbled a few things onto her pad, "Well, consider yourself hired!" She immediately grabbed your hand and shook it.

Your air left your lungs in a gasp, “Really?” attempting to match the strength in her own handshake.

"Of course! Every interview I've had failed to give an honest answer. It's always, 'cradle them until they stop crying' or 'leave them there to cry until they stop', I was beginning to doubt I'd ever open this shop up!" her laughter raised into the ceiling.

"The position you're applying for is no daycare attendant, but to hire someone without at least that sort of experience? Right next to a daycare?" she waved her opposite hand, "Don't even get me started! I know I can confidently leave you here to handle any child. After your training period of course! If you can calm a kid down before the waterworks, you've made it!" her laughter died down as did her handshake.

Your mouth hung open in a smile, "Well-thanks! I owe it all to raising one!"

Her eyes widened a bit, and her hand stilled. "You're a parent…?" she asked as if it was the most otherworldly thing she'd ever heard.

"Oh—! No, no! I raised my younger brother!" you laughed.

She sighed a breath of relief. "Goodness—I was about to ask you for your skin routine!" You couldn't help the happiness constantly growing on your face.

Pansy wiped a tear from her eye, "Woo! What a hoot! Alright, what day are you able to start?" she asked, readjusting her glasses.

You stood there contemplating for a moment. In all honesty, you were ready to start then and there. You had been let go of your previous job due to seniority and having to make some cuts. Unfortunately, you were one of said cuts. A bit of worry seeped into your brain. What if they view you as too excited? Maybe a bit of a try-hard? You could wait until the shop was fully furnished. Or maybe the following day…tomorrow...yea!

“Tomorrow's good! But of course I can see the shop needs its products, so I don't mind waiting until it's all stocked up, whichever works best!"

Your manager's smile grew, "I'll notify you once the shops all settled in, we'll start easy. Just some managing the floor and customer service, how's that sound?"

You happily offered your hand, "Sounds like a plan, I look forward to it!" She matched your enthusiasm with a firm handshake. The second one of the meeting. "As do I. Welcome to the family!"

You felt something in your grasp once she let go. Your name tag. A pretty, holographic lenticular tag. Shifting it to the left would shine a sun, in the middle a calm eclipse, and to the left, a sleepy moon. You stared in awe at the exquisite piece of plastic. This was the most beautiful name tag you'd ever been given.

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"Moonie I simply must know!" Sun grunted as he tried reaching the daycare's front doors. His brother held him back without much struggle.

"We'll know in due time Sun. No need to pry for information," he chuckled.

Eclipse had started a game with the kids. A classic game of cops and robbers. Such a game in the daycare proved to exercise a kid's brain. With many places to hide such as the ball pit, jungle gyms, slides, cubbies, and so on, one had to get creative in this space. This time the attendants were playing the cops and the kids were the robbers. Caro and PeyPey had more luck than the lunar and solar triplets. Their smaller size proved useful in getting the stealthiest of kids. They'd started a system of chasing the kids out of hiding and straight into Eclipse's waiting arms.

"Come on Sun, don't you want to play with the kids? It's cops and robbers, one of your favorites,” Moon tried convincing his twin.

"But Moon! What if we never find out? What if they didn't get hired?" Sun whined in his brother's hold.

Moon sighed and reluctantly carried a protesting Sun to the game. "You had confidence earlier. Where has it gone?" The animatronic passed by the window, not thinking much of it.

"Oh hey it's the interviewee!" Caro exclaimed as she popped her head out of a jungle gym.

"Where?” Sun jumped out of Moon's hold with his eyes darting across the room.

"Out there, they're shaking hands with Pansy...I think I see something sparkly on their clothing," Eclipse added while carrying four giggling children.

His solar twin excitedly gasped and ran over to watch. What he said was very much true. There you were, talking with Pansy as if the two of you were old friends. A fresh name tag glistening below your smile.

"I can't thank you enough Pansy, thank you!" you exclaimed.

Your manager shook her head. "No, no—I should be thanking you! Two years this shop has been here—two years without a proper employee. You're doing wonders by just being you, love!" She smiled warmly.

You felt bashful and rubbed the back of your neck. "Aww, I'm glad we could help each other then! I look forward to being able to help in any way I can!"

She patted your back with vigor. "There we are! That's what I like to hear!"

Sun failed to notice bandmates and children crowding behind him to get a look at the new hire.

"They did it! I see their name tag!" Caro hollered from Eclipse's shoulder.

Moon nodded, impressed. "Huh, Look at that."

All comments fell on deaf ears. You did it. Finally they found someone competent enough to run the gift shop! Someone who's genuine—kind even! Sun couldn't contain his excited rays dancing about as he watched, resembling a puppy happily wagging its tail. He could see it now: his siblings and friends all palling around, with you in the middle! Catching up and having a swell time as you take your lunch break. Sun sighed at the thought.

Pansy turned curiously at all the muffled yelling. Her laughter got caught in her throat, "Oh! Would you look at that!"

Curious, you peered towards the direction she was looking in and gasped. Not only the animatronics, but the children as well had been watching you. Not knowing what else to do, you offered a small smile and waved. The crowd waved back with a muffled "Hi!" except for Sun. He stood there with his shoulders relaxed and smile tilted.

As you were about to take a step, he joyously screamed and launched himself away from the window. The kids erupting in laughter as Eclipse and Moon can be seen calling out to him in chase. Caro and PeyPey, still at the window, poofed themselves to their tallest height, herding the kids away from the front door.

Sun rushed out with a trail of smoke behind him. He was a foot away from you in an instant. "Hello there! My name is Sun! I'm one of five daycare attendants and a member of the Starlights band! Who might you be, dear?" he cheerily asked.

His height was alarming. You barely reached his chest. While his tone of voice was welcoming, and you couldn't help the anxious flips your stomach did when you briefly raised your eyes up to his. This was the performer who winked at you—a type of interaction you weren't used to. His charming transatlantic accent didn't do you any favors either. You quickly glanced at Pansy for guidance. The only guidance being a nod to go ahead.

Your name trailed out of your mouth awkwardly as you reached a hand out for Sun to shake. "A lovely name! An absolutely darling name!” He matched the same enthusiasm of Pansy’s.

His siblings caught up to him. "Sun! You can't just run off like that, we've got children to look after!" Eclipse scolded as he placed a hand on Sun's shoulder.

“Yes, just look at them all wiggling about in your absence." Moon observed once he reached the small crowd amongst you.

You peered past Sun's waist. The children had been trying to weave themselves through the other two attendants. So much so that you've noticed the two sprouted a second pair of arms just to manage the lot.

"I'm sorry…" you trailed off. You didn't mean to cause this much excitement.

Eclipse shook his head, "Think nothing of it. It's our brother's fault, truly. We really must go before they get any more restless," he admitted with a short bow. Pulling his solar brother by the arm with him to the daycare.

"We'll be seeing you around!" Sun called from Eclipse's grasp.

"Yes, sorry for the short introduction—I'm Moon, that one's Eclipse. The girl is Caro and the boy is PeyPey, the two there at the window," the lunar animatronic gave a small bow in turn. "We look forward to working with you, dear," rushing off to help get Sun back in.

You faintly heard Moon and Eclipse scolding their brother. Who in turn could only muster up "I couldn't help myself!" Your brain wracked against your skull. All three were charming, you had to admit. What with their manners, transatlantic accents, and just the way they carried themselves with each other.

Both Moon and Eclipse smacked Sun upside the head in a playful manner before running in through the front doors. The latter took this as an opportunity for a chase. From the window you could see the children and two human animatronics briefly pause their actions. All heads following Moon and Eclipse as they excitedly ran across from them. The crowd turned their heads to Sun. All of them caught momentum once they noticed the attendant had begun to go after them as well. The children shrilled in joy as the other two attendants joined. Scooping up any stragglers on the way.

Pansy burst out laughing once more. "Those five know how to liven things up around here. Get ready to see more of them, especially with their merchandise in the giftshop."

You sheepishly smiled, "Can't wait!” Your eyes glued to the window a few feet from you. Admittedly, you missed when Gregory was that small. Laughing at almost everything, getting excited over the smallest things. It made your heart feel warm. This must've been how your own parents felt when you yourself grew up. ⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠂⠄⠄⠂☆⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄

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