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cutedisneygrl · 7 months

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The Hug

This is a One shot I thought of. I hope you like it.

Warning: none, just a sweet story where a girl meets Chris Evans at a Comic Con.

Emerson and Rose had been best friends since elementary school. Emerson loved movies; her favorite actor was Chris Evans. She had always dreamed of meeting him but knew the odds of that happening were slim. She could never afford the tickets to the meet and greets and definitely couldn’t afford to go to Com Con where he often went for photo ops and autographs. Emerson and Rose became roommates after college and moved to the mountains of North Carolina, just outside of Asheville. They got a small apartment together. Emerson was currently a pre -k teacher assistant and going to school to get her license so she could become a kindergarten teacher and Rose was working as a waitress until she could afford to go to school to become a doctor.

One Monday evening Rose had gotten home from work and found Emerson on the couch asleep. She had her textbook over her chest. She put her stuff down and softly walked over to her and tapped her.

“Emmy.”

Emerson awoke “Rose.”

“Did you fall asleep studying again?”

“Yeah. What time is it?”

“After 9 pm.”

“I should get to bed.” She says closing her book and starting to stand up.

“Wait, before you go. I have something to tell you.”

Emerson turns and looks at Rose.

“What is it?”

“I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Well, your birthday is next week, and I wanted to do something for you.”

“Oh no what did you do?”

Rose smiles. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out tickets to Com Con in Atlanta that weekend.

“No, you didn’t!”

“I did, and guess who’s going to be there?” She smiles.

“Chris Evans! No, way!”

“Yes way. This is your chance to meet him, get a picture with him and get his autograph.”

“You mean you paid for all of that?”

“I did yes.” She smiles.

“Rose, oh my gosh! That’s a lot. I know you’re trying to save for school. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. You’re my best friend and your worth it.”

Emerson hugs her. “Aww you’re the best!”

“It’s this weekend so we need to leave early on Friday. We will be meeting him Saturday.”

“Oh my gosh! I need to ask off from work.”

“I’m sure they will let you off. You never ask off and are always there.”

“I know, but I still hate asking off.”

Rose smiles. “Well, it’s for a good cause.”

Emerson laughs. “I will ask my boss tomorrow. Thanks Rose.”

“You’re welcome.”

Time skip to Friday morning.

“Emmy come on get up!” Rose says shaking her.

“Hmm, come on five more minutes.”

“No come on. We need to get on the road in about an hour and I know how long it takes you to get ready.”

“Alright fine. I’m awake. I’m getting up.”

Emerson gets up and gets ready. She was glad she had packed the night before. She walked into the living room carrying her bag. She sets it on the floor by the couch.

“Okay I’m ready.”

“Okay good. I thought we would grab breakfast on the way, that way we can get on the road.”

“Sure, sounds good.”

The girls finish getting ready and then pack up and head out. They stopped at a fast-food place and grabbed a bite to eat then were back on the road. They arrived in Atlanta around 11 am. Rose checked them into their hotel, and they headed to the elevator.

“What time are we going to the Com Con tomorrow?”

“It starts at 11 but we need to leave her around 9:30 to get in line. We will be in line for a while probably. If we can leave earlier, we should.”

The girls went to bed and woke up the next morning around 8 and went down to the lobby to get breakfast and then went back to their room to get ready.

This is what Emerson is wearing. Not the coat and she has on flats not high heels and not the purse.

Then the girls head out and get in a taxi and head to where the Com Con is being held. They arrive at 10. It is already crowded. They get in line.

“Where the line is so long.” Emerson.

“I know that’s why I said we needed to get early. We should have gotten here earlier.”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s’ my fault.”

“No, it’s not. It’s okay. Don’t worry we will get there, and you will be able to get your picture with him.” Rose smiles at her.

The line moves slowly. The closer they get the more nervous Emerson becomes. She can’t believe this is happening. She is so close to being able to meet Chris Evans in person, to be able to get a picture with him, it’s a dream come true, one she never imagined ever happening. She keeps thinking she is dreaming and will wake up and realize it’s all a dream and not real. Rose looks at her.

“Emmy, you, okay? Your quiet.”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m okay.”

“You’re daydreaming and thinking this is not real right?”

Emerson looks at her and nods.

“Well, its real and you know what? We are next!”

Emerson looks up and realizes there is only one person in front of them. She starts freaking out. “Oh no! Can I do this? No, I can’t! No, I’m not ready for this.” She says out loud to herself, but Rose hears her.

“Hey Emmy, it’s okay. Calm down.”

“No, no. I can’t. I can’t do this! I should have….” She starts breathing heavily and freaking out.

Then she hears a voice and it’s right in front of her.

“Hey, are you okay?” She looks up to see Chris right in front of her.

She looks into his eyes. Man, he has such deep blue eyes. She thinks to herself. She keeps breathing a little heavily.

“Hey, you’re okay. Take a small breath out and in.”

She continues to look at him and does what he says. “Do it again. Calm and slow. You’re okay.”

She calms down and looks at him. “Thanks, I’m sorry I…”

“It’s okay. What’s your name?”

“Emerson, but everyone calls me Emmy.”

“Well Emmy its great to meet you.” He smiles. “Now that your calm do you want to get a photo?”

She slowly nods. He holds out his hand to her and smiles. “Come with me.”

She takes his hand and follows him onto the platform. “Do you have a pose in mind?” He asks her.

She shakes her head.

“That’s okay. How about just a hug?” he asks, smiling.

She nods. He wraps his arms around her and smiles and a photo is taken. Rose comes up and takes a few pictures herself. Chris holds on for a few minutes after the photo is taken. Emerson slowly let’s go. “Thanks.” She says smiling.

“You’re welcome. It was lovely to meet you, Emerson.” He smiles at her.

She leaves and walks to Rose.

“Wow I can’t believe how nice he was.”

“I told you. Now we get to get his autograph. We just have to get in line. He has a few pictures to get first.”

The girls get in another line and wait till its time to get his autograph. Its about and hour later and its her turn. She walks up to the table and hands him a small book. He looks up and smiles at her.

“Well hello Emmy.”

She smiles. “Hello.”

“It’s lovely to see you again.”

He sighs the books and closes it and hands it back to her. As he does his hand touches her and it seems he lingers just a bit, and he smiles at her.

When the girls get back into the taxi later that evening to head back to their hotel Emerson opens the book and freaks out.

“OMG!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

She holds out the book and shows Rose.

Not only did Chris sign his name but he put his number and it says,

It was lovely meeting you. I would love to see you again. Call me sometime or even text me.

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buckys-old-habits · 2 years

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Waiting For You (Spencer x Reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (Criminal Minds)

Summary: Weird hours and long nights have you adapt to Spencer’s routine. You swore you will never fall asleep before he is home. He doesn’t like that...

Word Count: 1.2 k

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You weren't a night owl per se. Sure, you could stay up until 2 am, watching a movie, playing on your phone, being immersed in a good book. But you preferred to be in bed and dreamland by 11 pm.

But with the weird schedule that was your boyfriend's work and the number of times he came home in the middle of the night, you tried to adapt. Staying up longer and meeting the times he comes home.

Thankfully he always texts or calls you when he is on the jet and ready to fly home again.

On those nights you forced your body and mind to stay awake because after long nights and days without your favorite person beside you, you didn't want to miss another minute without him.

You developed a routine of making a late dinner, reading a book that Spencer recommended to you, a nice cup of tea and sometimes, if he comes late in the night, you would watch some TV.

The click of Spencer's keys in the lock would always pump you with energy and all previous sleepiness or long wait would be forgotten. Only he counts in that moment, he and his warm embrace.

Spencer doesn't tell you, but he has his own routine when he comes home late at night. It starts with a text or call to let you know he is on his way, then he would decompress in the jet while reading your favorite book, or he scrolls through the pictures you took together. It makes him smile, pushing back the horrors he just saw.

He gets a ride from JJ or Morgan to your shared apartment and rushes up the stairs, knowing you are waiting awake for him. Spencer told you a lot of times already that you don't have to wait for him, rambling about the consequences of lack of sleep and the shift in sleeping patterns it can cause. You always shut him up with a kiss and a promise to always wait for him.

Spencer can't fight the smile every time he sees you jump up and rush to him when he steps through the door. Nor will he deny the pure love and adoration he feels when he finally can hold and kiss you again.

"Honey, you can go to bed. We will land in five hours, that would mean it's 4 am for you. I know you have a meeting, so please…"

"Spence, you know I will wait for you", you smile at the worried tone in his voice and stir the pasta sauce in the pot. "We had this conversation so many times already and I don't think you forgot that easily."

The light laugh that he lets out at your little banter makes your heart flutter. You missed him.

Sometimes you hate his job and the long and strange hours he has to put in, but Spencer loves it and you know how important it all is to him.

He once told you that he would quit and start to teach, but you shut that down quickly. You don't want to have him lose his passion and his family over you.

"You are stubborn", Spencer groans but you can hear the smile he tries to suppress.

"You love me, Spence."

"Yes, yes, I do. I will be home in four hours and 50 minutes."

"Have a safe flight. And greet the others from me. See you later, pretty boy."

You hang up the phone and take a look at the time, counting down the minutes for a bit before going back to your dinner. If you timed it all right, you would be done eating in an hour and then cuddle onto the couch and relax until Spencer opens the door.

You make it until 3 am before the book in your hands gets heavier and heavier. Words start to blur in front of your eyes and you lose your train of thought.

"Only one more hour."

You set the book down, looking at your phone, smiling to see Spencer text you a picture of him and Morgan grinning into the camera.

Shaking your head at the goofy pair, you cuddle deeper into the blanket, surrounding yourself with Spencer's smell. The warmth, the late hour, his comforting smell, all lead to you closing your eyes and finally your body and mind succumbing to sleep.

You feel the feather-like touch on your cheek, slowly creeping into your brain and waking you. A soft groan leaves your lips and your eyelids flutter.

A soft and gentle shush settles you down a bit and the touch travels to your temple.

"It's okay, honey. Sleep."

Your foggy brain knows that voice, the gentle and familiar touch too. It takes some time until you realize.

"Spence?"

You force your eyes to open and see Spencer kneeling beside the couch, a soft and amused look on his face.

"Hey, honey. I didn't mean to wake you."

You shake your head and clear your throat, reaching for his hand on your temple. His skin is warm and you press a soft kiss to his palm.

"You are so beautiful", Spencer breathes out and gently squeezes your hand, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Are you talking about yourself?"

Spencer laughs and stands up, taking off his cardigan before moving to lay down with you on the couch.

"We have a bed, you know?", you giggle but Spencer shushes you and pulls you into his arms.

Snuggling closer to him, you pull the blanket over his body, intertwining your legs with his.

"I'm sorry I wasn't awake when you came home."

Spencer hums and tightens the hold on you, pressing a kiss to your head.

"In the two years, four months, and 20 days we have been dating, that was the first time you fell asleep while waiting. I'm not angry at you, I'm just disappointed that Emily won the bet."

"You bet on this?", you push up and look into his face, a bright smile greeting you.

"Not me. The others did. I overheard them making the bet a few months ago after I told them that you haven't fallen asleep once."

You shake your head and lay down again, resting on his chest and listening to his strong heartbeat.

"I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart. But you need to sleep, your meeting…"

"Canceled it. Called in sick for tomorrow. Wanna spend the whole day with you, pretty boy."

"I should have known", Spencer chuckles and you feel him relax under you. The warmth and closeness must have a sleep-inducing effect on him. He was probably up for hours, even hours, on end. So being home and having you close again, lets the numbness that his body seeks to creep in.

"I'm full of surprises", you whisper, eyes closing.

"You are, sweetheart."

Spencer slurs slightly, shifting with you and reaching for the lamp beside his head, turning off the light and bathing the room in darkness.

"Good night, honey."

"Night, Spence. Thanks for coming back home to me", you succumb to sleep a second time this night and Spencer smiles softly before following after whispering "Always." into your hair.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #Criminal Minds #fanfiction #franca-writes

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atherix0 · 2 years

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Atherix you took slow burn and thought that wasnt slow enough.

I mean this as a compliment, I love all your works.

One question, what does there sleep schedules look like?

I know mumbo sleepwa during the day and Grian at night.

So when does Scar sleep? He has said elves don't sleep often.

Or I think he did

Hi! Just to let you know, I have moved blogs to @atherix but I wanna answer this anyway <3

And you are absolutely right, I slow burned the slow burn jjkfdjksjk

So! Their sleeping schedules! Mumbo of course sleeps during the day, generally from sunrise to sunset or approximately 8 AM until 6 or 7 PM at the earliest. Sometimes he'll stay up later or wake up earlier, since his manor is completely blocked from the light, but Vampires naturally tend to sleep during the sunlight hours <3 (Ye, Vampires are naturally nocturnal. Vampires living in the Human world can struggle with this at the start of their Active periods)

Grian will generally stay up until about 3 AM and then sleep until about 11 AM, give or take on either side. Of course, now that he no longer works at the Boatem Antiques shop, literally the only thing keeping him from fully transitioning to a nocturnal schedule/Mumbo's sleep schedule (or as close as a non-Vampire can get while still being healthy with sleep) is Scar and Tubbo, so he can visit them during the day (especially Scar).

Scar, like he mentions in fic, sleeps roughly every five days or when he's magically exhausted or severely wounded, as magic will regenerate faster when the person is unconscious (which... will be explained... soon) and healing is easier when you're, well, asleep- especially if your magic is lending itself to your healing. He generally sleeps at night, like Tubbo, so that he can run his shop and be awake when Tubbo's awake; when he sleeps he usually sleeps at 11 PM/midnight until 6 AM, so he can get up and make breakfast for Tubbo and open the shop at 7. Later on, after Tubbo moves to L'Manberg, his schedule might start shifting as well :)

Wonderful questions, thank you for asking~!

#ask #Midnight Series #Mumscarian #Hermitshipping

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ragingclaw · 11 months

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The Door to Harmony (Harvey x OC)

Summary: How a single sound can annoy Harvey. | Based on Harvey's dialogue: "As summer draws to a close, and the colder season begins, my workload tends to increase. Sorry in advance if I'm a little moody..."

Word Count: 1506

AN: I tried to write angst but I just can't so I'll just call this a fic with a little bit of ✨ sazon ✨

Four times.

Four times the door had swung open. Four times the door had creaked amidst the silence of their farmhouse. It was only 5 PM after all, and Harvey knew that Hiraya was very busy considering they were in the middle of Fall; he had seen earlier the state of their farm and knew that all of the crops were ready to be harvested. Yet the sound of the door creaking repeatedly drove Harvey insane.

Harvey tried not to bring the stress of his work to their home, considering it was the only place where he ever felt safe and at ease. And with them being a family of three, Harvey knew that it would be a bad idea as babies can easily pick up on their parent’s emotions.

Still, all of those things weren’t enough to stop him from getting annoyed at a sound that he was used to hearing. He didn’t know why it irritated him so much. He’d opened a new model plane to distract his mind from the door and it still wasn’t enough. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed the bridge of his nose to try and calm himself when suddenly…

Creak

In a matter of seconds, Harvey had found himself walking as fast as he could towards Hiraya, who he found rummaging through one of the kitchen cabinets. “Honey. Aya. How many times are you going to open that door?”

A confused expression was written on her face as she turned to look at him. “What?”

“The door! You’ve been coming in and out of the house five times now! The door is so damn loud!” Harvey exclaimed, unable to stop himself from raising his voice.

Hiraya scratched her head, smiling as she stood up to face him. “I’m sorry. I, uh- I keep forgetting stuff-”

“Well do something about it then! Write it on a paper or something!” he yelled, instantly regretting it when he saw Hiraya jump from the sudden change in his tone. His hand reached out to her, pulling away seconds when he saw her shoulders slump subtly. “Aya,” he started but was soon interrupted when they both heard their son cry in the kid’s room.

“I’m sorry.” Hiraya forced a smile, “I’ll go and tend to Danny.” Left alone standing in the kitchen, Harvey’s mind began to doubt his ability to become a husband and a father. Fear immediately consumed his thoughts; the fear of losing his family, the fear of failing to keep the promise that he made on their wedding day, and the fear of losing Hiraya. Those things had plagued his mind to the point that he did not notice Hiraya walking towards him.

“Harvey?”

Turning in her direction, Harvey opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by her. “We’ll be spending the night in Ridgeside. We fixed up an old farm in the northern part and the two gumballs decided to let me have it. I won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Aya, please. Let me-”

“Harvey,” he sensed a sadness in her voice, “you have work tomorrow. You should go and catch up on some sleep. I’ll stop by and pick up Danny before you leave, he likes to watch me run around the farm anyway and it’d be good to get him out once in a while.”

Hiraya placed a peck on his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Harvey.”

As soon as the door shut behind Hiraya, Harvey felt his chest tighten as he made his way to their bedroom, changing his clothes lazily before dragging himself to bed. Not a second had passed and the tears that he had been holding back now fell freely on his temples, grabbing the pillow his wife used and hugged it tightly to his chest.

A bright light shining on his eyes caused Harvey to stir awake, rubbing his face only to realize he had fallen asleep the night before wearing his glasses and watch. While he recalled yesterday’s event, he caught a glimpse of the time. 10:49 AM

The fact that he had woken up late sent him running around the house, changing his clothes as quickly as he could. His usual 10-minute walk from the farmhouse to town was cut down to a 3-minute sprint.

He thought he had broken the door to his clinic when he slammed it open, while a confused but frowning Maru and a startled Marnie and Jas welcomed him. “I’m sorry I’m super late! Give me a few minutes to prepare.”

Maru’s frown turned into concern when she realized that her boss’ eyes were puffy. Raising her eyebrow, Maru waited for Harvey to notice, only for him to shake his head and head straight into his office. Marnie seemed to notice it as well as she shifted her eyes to Maru, who shrugged in response.

A couple of checkups and a pile of paperwork later, Harvey decided that he would close the clinic early. He had sent Maru home early, making up an excuse that they both know would not even fool a child. He was thankful that Maru did not probe after asking why was he late, though she gave him a sharp look before leaving the clinic.

With his mind now clear from work, Harvey took his time walking back to their home, dreading what Hiraya would say to him the moment she sees his face. The thoughts that he had from the night before invaded his mind once again, though this time a lone thought was louder than the others. What if she realizes she doesn’t love me?

Stopping in his tracks, he felt sick to his stomach at the thought that the love of his life leaving him. The person who brought hope and joy to his life, walking away from the life that they built after finally realizing that she deserves better.

“You okay there?” a voice asked. Looking at where the voice came from, he saw Gregory holding a basket full of vegetables.

“Y-yeah.”

“Nice! We just got back from Ridgeside, there are still things left to do but we’ll save it for next week. Here, have a bok choy for good luck. I also found this perfect rock, you can have it as well.” the younger Fitzgerald took his arm and placed a bok choy in his hand, and then shoved the rock inside his bag.

“Uh, thanks. Did Aya come home with you?”

Gregory nodded. Both of them stood in silence, unsure whether to continue their conversation. For Harvey, the bok choy suddenly looked interesting when Gregory stared at him with amusement. The latter then decided to break the silence. “Fights happen, you know that don’t you? Marriage isn’t rainbows and sunshine.”

“I know.”

“Believe me when I say that the only thing that can push her to the edge is when you dull the blade of one of her knives,” Gregory laughed, “Seriously. Go home and be with your family, they’re waiting for you.”

Gregory placed his hands on his shoulders and pushed him lightly. Upon opening the door, he noticed that the creaking sound was gone, though his attention turned to Hiraya descending the stairs carrying a laundry basket.

“Honey. You’re home early,” Hiraya greeted, “Let me load these clothes in the washer and then I’ll set the table.”

Hiraya hadn’t even made it halfway through the kitchen when she felt Harvey grab her arm. “Listen, I’m sorry about yesterday. I didn’t mean to yell at you, I really didn’t. I know I should’ve told you that it bothered me, but instead, I opened my mouth like a fool and took my irritation out on you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Harvey hadn’t realized he was crying until he felt Hiraya pull him into a hug, prompting him to wrap his arms around her tightly in return. Her hand gently caressed his hair, reassuring him repeatedly as he sobbed in her arms. They stayed in each other’s embrace for a while, Hiraya planting kisses all over his face as she continued to console him.

“Harvey, you apologized. That’s enough for me.” Hiraya murmured, wiping the tears away from his face, “I should’ve been more considerate of you, not everyone handles stress the way I do. I promise to do better next time honey, okay?”

He shook his head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You couldn’t have known I was having a bad day, I should’ve communicated-”

“Honey, stop. We both did something, and we’re going to talk through it after you’ve had dinner. Alright?” Harvey nodded, “I’ll just finish this and reheat the food, you don’t need to do anything other than freshen up and relax.”

Pulling away after a kiss, Harvey watched Hiraya make her way down the basement, only for her to stop and turn to him, her expression that of someone trying to hold in their laughter.

“Honey, why were you holding that bok choy the entire time?”

For Yoba’s sake, Gregory.

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv #sdv fanfic #stardew valley harvey #sdv harvey #stardew valley oc #sdv oc #I should start with my multi-chapter fic #yeah... I should do that

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unrequited-words · 1 year

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03/08/23 Wednesday 9:49 p.m.

Two beers in. I made this simple pasta mini shells, premade taco meat I made yesterday, a jar of pasta sauce, Parm cheese in the shaker plastic can (romano, maybe), and mozzarella cheese. It's nice.

the beer is helping me forget. Baby is still up. An hour of OT tomorrow. I'd love to do more but I'm not wanting to wake up from 7-9 a.m. from extra hours and five bonus points per hour. If I am awake ... maybe?

Yeah, fuck that.

This last week was so hard. I took Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday off from being sick.

Of fucking course zod gave me shit. All I do is work. Haven't had a real vacation since I gave birth.,.. if you call that abfucking vacation? I had 713 points paid and now I am around 113 give or take. It's all paid. Damn,this pasta is good. I took a bite, lol

On Microsoft teams, my boss messaged me and he said I bonused for February fiscal month. 506.93 I think? I didn't I'd bonus at all due to quality.

Idk, guys... I still believe in God, I'm just scared for the future. Maybe it's supposed to be this way. I support a family of five between 38-39 a year. Inflation fucking sucks. Politics suck.

Rent went up so starting April it's 1300 plus the rest of our expenses, if I keep doing what I do for work we can make it on one salary for now.

I was nominated for an acclaim award for being big hearted at work, and if I win (doubt it) I will get a gift card (50/100.00) and either crumbl cookies. I've never had them.

I've been wanting to make chocolate chip cookies from scratch. We get the kids Saturday. If I pack everything Friday night and on Saturday work from 7:00-9:00 am, and we leave around 10:00-10:30 it isn't so bad. Round trip is 6 hours, but with the baby it feels longer.

We get the kids for a week and I know my son will fucking test me. He always foes. He doesn't fucking listen at FUCKING ALL! He is on his fucking tablet and on the spectrum. It's manageable but Jesus fuck yes this is me venting. It's difficult. Their mom is dofficult. Doesn't allow them to go and play or have sleepovers. She's a fucking trainwreck. she's rather chase dick than be a mom, honestly

If me and Zod ever split up I wouldn't chase dick I'm too old, and with a kid dating is exhausting. No thanks. I'm good.

It was a slow work day. I didn't do too bad. I'm tired. 10:06 pm and maybe in the next hour I can pass out. I hope Astrid goes to bed before modnight. Last night I fell asleep between midnight and 1:00. Slept through my alarm, oh well.

Maybe I'm buzzed but damn this pasta I made sure is yummy, lol. 🍝

I may have another beer but that's pushing it. Tomorrow sometime I need to wash the sheets for the other bed, and make a list before we leave Saturday. Maybe another trip to the grocery store?

My ex sent my birth certificate through the mail and I pray to fucking god it isn't lost. It has thos weird tracking number starting with 70, when normally USPS tracking starts with 98 ... The reason I know is I work with ups, USPS, FedEx, and DHL when customers order.

I'm very oaranoid. I need it to go to the DMV, otherwise if it's lost I get to spend a cool 54.00 fucking dollars requesting a new one.

The other bedroom is closed with all her toys. If she gets out of bed she has nothing to play with. She's watching Peppa Pig. It's cute. It isn't as annoying as that fuck Calliou. God, I need adult froends. I'm drowning in toddler bullshit, 😂

Welcome to my Ted Talk

#s #personal #mine #my fiance or husband needs to stop fucking snoring lol #This beer is nice #I'm buzzed #Thos pasta is nice

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yizeom · 2 years

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a little dilemma

PAIRING! astria’s mac x fem! non-idol! reader

GENRE! angst, she forgets something. fluff towards the end.

NOTES! i want her so bad 🥹🥹🥹 no flirty mac this time... soz!

WC! 1231

It was a quiet night when Mac stirred awake in her sleep. The quietness of the fan hanging from the ceiling would be enough to normally lull her back to sleep but tonight was different.

The girl sat up in her bunk bed, her hair messy from the restless sleep she was getting. Quietly climbing out of bed, she creeped her way to her phone, trying not to wake her sleeping roommate. Mac picked up the phone, the brightness almost blinding her. She rubbed her eyes, yawning as her dry eyes adjusted.

Her schedule that day was rough, with a malfunction at her photoshoot to not getting the comeback choreo quick enough. Mac came home pissed, immediately going into the at-home studio in the dorm to work. She hadn’t checked her phone in almost five hours, only acknowledging it whenever June said she plugged it in for her roommate.

Mac was immediately wide awake once she saw the abundant messages and calls from you, her girlfriend who was expecting her at a company dinner.

loml - 7:45 pm

hihi, the dinner starts in like fifteen minutes

loml - 7:53 pm

is your manager gonna drop you off?

loml - 7:59 pm

are you almost here? hurry pls, i look dumb telling everyone that you’ll be here in a couple mins 🥹🥹🥹

loml - 8:11 pm

are you just not gonna show up?

loml - 8:37 pm

:( alr, ill see ya

loml - 11:48 pm

i just got home! love you

There were countless more messages, each one making the guilt and sadness building up in Mac’s stomach bubble up. The girl put her phone down, holding her face in her hands. How the hell did she forget?? How did she forget when she just talked about this with you two days ago?!

She leaned her head back on the wall, debating on what she should do. It was 2 am now, there was no way she could drive to your apartment now. Not with the van at the company and her car in the shop for minimal repairs. Passing the phone from one hand to another, the girl leaned against the wall in thought. She stood there for a while, trying to build up the courage to call you.

She walked out of her bedroom, through the living room, and out of the apartment door, determined to talk to you to where her groupmates couldn’t hear.

Mac leaned against the railing on the roof of the apartment building. Her pointer finger hovered over the call button. She had no clue what she was going to say if you picked up, even if she did have a speech written, she knew she would forget it as soon as she heard your soft, soothing voice through the speaker.

Taking a deep breath, her finger hit the call button. It rang and rang. Mac hung her head in guilt, feeling it eat at her heart. She was 95% sure the call was going to end up going to voicemail.

Until she heard a raspy, sleepy voice on the other side. “Aly, what’s up? It’s almost three am.” Mac was silent. Racking over what she wanted to say yet all the words getting stopped up in her throat when she wanted to talk. The only thing that escaped the girl was a choked back sob that she couldn’t help but let out.

She just felt so guilty. All she could think about was all the times you had been there for her but when you needed her, she wasn’t there. Mac didn’t think she had ever felt this bad in her life.

Your worried voice suddenly became clearer and less asleep after hearing your girlfriend crying. “Alysia? What’s wrong? Do I need to come over?”

That made Mac cry harder. The girl took a couple breaths before attempting to speak, “Y/n, I am so sorry I didn’t show up to your dinner. I know you were expecting me to be there. I feel like a real shit-bag right now.”

You sank further into your bed, the sheets wrapping around you warmly as you silently wished it was your girlfriend wrapped around you instead. “Calm down, it’s alright, I forgave you a long time ago.”

Mac ran her hands through her long, tangled hair. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “I know you’re busy.”

You could practically see the frown that rested on Mac’s face, she hated thinking that you thought she didn’t have time for you. Mac constantly wanted to clear her schedule of everything if that meant coming home to you.

Mac couldn’t help but sniffle, “I wanna see you.”

“Should I drive over to you?” You said with a slight smirk on your face.

Mac shook her head before realizing you couldn’t see her. You could hear her quiet breathing through the phone as she spoke to you, “No, its late. Let’s just FaceTime.”

A few seconds later, you picked up the FaceTime call to see Mac with her eyes all puffed up and her hair tangled. She still looked just as beautiful as every other time you’d seen her. Yet right now, she looked so... Human.

“Hi crybaby,” you said, puckering your lips as she scowled at you. Mac narrowed her eyes at you, “Hi.”

“I really am sorry I forgot about tonight, Beautiful.” You heard Mac apologize again, tears welling up in her eyes. Normally, you would blush bright red at the subtle compliment but you were more worried about her crying again.

“I already told you it was alright, Aly. How about you go to bed and call me in the morning before you leave for work, Hm?”

Mac listened to her girlfriend talk to her, but the words weren’t really processing. All she could do was just nod while she admired your bare face on her phone screen. The girl couldn’t help but stare, not when the prettiest girl she had ever laid eyes on was up at 3 AM trying to console her.

“Alysia...? Did you hear me?” Mac heard her girlfriend after probably zoning out for a minute.

“Oh yeah, yeah I did.”

You giggled, “Okay, so you’ll call me in the morning?”

Mac sighed, “I want to talk to you now though?” A frown now rested on her face, clearly wishing that this call would last longer.

“I love you.” You said as you yawned into the speaker.

Mac was now laying in bed, after asking you to talk with her until she had gotten back into bed. Which was five minutes as she walked back from the roof.

“I don’t want to hang up.” Mac said, a yawn also escaping the girls mouth.

You let out a sleepy giggle, “You have schedules tomorrow , sleep well.”

Mac frowned before saying goodnight and I love you back to you. After hanging up, she leaned her head against the pillow. She wished you would call back, asking to fall asleep with her over the phone but Mac assumed you were tired from your long day at work and your company dinner (that she still felt bad about not showing up to).

She kept thinking about it before glancing at her phone and seeing a text from you.

loml - 3:46 am

stop fretting abt it. i love you, get some sleep so your manager doesn't yell at me. 🫶🫶🫶🫶

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dailybeastarsthings · 2 years

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Chapter 37 – A Day In The Life Of Legoshi

MORNING

My mornings aren’t that interesting usually, but since I started “working” for Gouhin, they have been pretty challenging. After I finish training at around 5 AM, I run back to school. If I’m lucky with the traffic lights, I can get back by 5:45, which means, I almost have an hour to sleep, which is admittedly not much, but it’s still better than nothing.

I usually don’t get up for the alarm, which the others set for 6:45, though. It’s been true for the past and it’s even truer now. To wake me up, the others, usually Jack or Collot, literally drag me out of bed onto the floor. By that time, it’s usually 7:15 or 7:20, which is quite close to when the cafeteria opens for breakfast. Others say that I look super gloomy when I wake up, which tends to linger with me until after breakfast, but in reality, I’m just really sleepy.

After getting up, I try to convince Voss to leave his bathroom ritual for after breakfast so I can get ready, too. I usually take a speedy, five minute shower, and then get dressed. Sometimes I forget how to tie my tie, though, so I ask Jack. I’m usually ready by 7:30, so by the time we arrive for breakfast, there are already a few students waiting in line for their meal.

As you might already know, the day’s menu is hung right next to the entrance for all students to see. We usually have egg salad sandwiches, bean paste buns, French toasts or something with high protein value for us, carnivores. However, we sometimes take the herbivore meal from time to time, if we fancy fruits, vegetables or salads.

During breakfast, we talk about the programs and activities for each of us. We do this to know about each other if one of us needs a hand in something or gets lost. We usually also discuss the latest episodes of our favorite series, The Lost Souls of Crimes. The others keep telling me that the main character looks a lot like me. I think his name is Miyagi but I cannot recall anyone telling me that we would be related. We’re definitely not. He’s way too handsome for him to be any relative of mine.

After breakfast, I usually have my morning classes in the Eastern wing of the school. These classes are from 9:00 AM to 1 PM and usually include the more difficult subjects, like maths, languages or sciences – the ones, which require more concentration to learn. This is a practice, which benefits the students, since our brain is (supposedly) more fresh and awake in the morning and we can pay better attention to our teachers. I must be the exception in this study, since I find it extremely difficult to stay awake during my morning classes. Since I started my training with Gouhin, I cannot stay awake for more than 20-25 minutes of the lesson. After that, I always fall asleep, and I’m usually woken up by the bell. Several of my teachers gave me negative feedback because of this and it is clearly visible on my grades, but I can’t do anything about it.

AFTERNOON

Lunch break is between 1 PM and 2 PM. I don’t always have lunch, but when I do, I always go for egg salad sandwiches in one of the school supply shops. One day I never miss is Friday. The sandwiches are best on Friday. They used to be the best on Wednesdays, but they probably moved those eggs to a latter day of the week on purpose. Nobody believes me that the sandwiches would taste better on Fridays, though. During lunch, I usually meet up with the others to discuss the events of the day and to share notes. Well, to get notes from the others so I can study...

Afternoon classes are between 2 PM and 6 PM. During these classes, we have more relaxed subjects, like history, culture, art and music. I’m not really fond of these subjects. Especially PE, it is my worst subject. I know, how ironic. A strong and physically well-developed wolf being terrible in PE, doesn’t make much sense, right? Well, here I am, basically suffering during dodgeball games not being able to catch any of the balls thrown at me. If I can, I try to sneak in some extra sleep in my classes at the moment. Thankfully, most of the students are allowed to leave the last class at 5:45 PM in order to avoid them being late for extracurricular activities. This doesn’t really affect me being asleep until the bell rings, though…

Sometimes I have free periods, during which I try to cram as much as I possibly can. My grades dropped a lot, however, even if I’m not one of the top students anymore, I’m still somewhere in the average category, fortunately.

Extracurricular lessons are usually between 6 PM and 8 PM and include clubs and extra lessons for those who need a bit of extra training in a subject. The time is not set in stone, however. I often have to stay in a Drama Club meeting after way later. There were instances when we would be dismissed only at 11:30 PM or even later. Since I started training with Gouhin, I’ve been able to excuse myself by 8:30 at most.

EVENING

Dinner is served between 7 PM and 9:30 PM. For dinner, they usually serve ramen, sushi or egg rolls with different kinds of dipping sauces. Sometimes, dessert is also served in the form of cakes or other sweets. Nowadays, I don’t have dinner with the others. I usually pick up something from a stall on my way to Gouhin and eat it when I arrive there. Sure, it would be nice to discuss the day with the others but I wouldn’t really be able to tell them about anything since I sleep through half of my day… Plus, my training is more important at the moment. I want to find the culprit who killed Tem. I miss my series, though…

I start my training by warming myself up. We then discuss the plan for the job with Gouhin. Usually, there are about two-three “patients” we need to capture. The most efficient tactic seems to be that Gouhin distracts them and I attack them while they are not paying attention. It works out really well. It is not an easy job, though. I have several injuries and scars of biting and clawing incidents from the past few weeks, which hurt a lot. Fortunately, most of my wounds are no that deep, so they won’t leave a mark.

After the session, Gouhin locks the patients up and I treat my wounds. He doesn’t interfere or help me, only if the wound is on a large area or if it’s bleeding a lot. There was one case where he had to stitch it together, but other than that, it’s not that horrible. I would like to get less work related injuries, though…

When time’s up, I run back to school and start the process all over again.

During the weekends, we get up later, usually at around 9 or 10 AM, so our first meal is lunch. At weekends, we usually clean the room and make sense of the chaos we create during the week. We also study a lot for tests and play video games, too. Well, at least the others do. I have to cram and sleep a lot. Sometimes, we go to B-Strike and have a good session of playing fetch. Not to brag, but I still hold the all-time high score there.

Other than that, the training session part is the same. There’s no time to waste with that. It seems harsh and difficult at times, but I know deep down that I’m doing the right thing. I’m training to become stronger so I can protect the herbivores. Especially one… Louis.

I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty surprised to see him in the ring of the Shishigumi lions. Though his secret is safe with me, I’m glad that now at least I know where to search for him if I want to meet him. It is pretty difficult to hold myself back, though. And my dreams about him… about us are not helping my situation either. But one day, I’ll visit him there. I don’t know how I’ll do it or get inside again without causing any havoc, but I’m positive that I’ll finally be able to meet my sweetheart.

#beastars #beastars overhaul

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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Hi 🧸-anon here.

Something that would be kinda funny would be like, staying up really late on a weekend hanging with Levi (probably binging some anime or playing games in his room) and then you just look at the clock and go,

“Damn, it’s 6 am already”

And like, you look at each other, nod and go directly back to what you were doing before looking at the clock. Later it’d be even funnier when all of the others would bare witness to neither of you looking alive, while simultaneously jumping between that “I’m so tired I seem more awake than anyone” and “It’s taking all my willpower to stay awake and not fall asleep at 1 pm”

Idk just some fun 3 am thoughts

Catch you later 👋

I love this because I am definitely the second one and all my friends say it is really funny to watch me try to stay awake.

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Here's how I imagine it.

They are both sitting there playing some long co-op game (it takes two, mario, etc.) They started late thinking it'll be easy, and we are REAL gamers so we can speed run it without ever playing it before.

It wasn't a speedrun. MC looks up from taking a swig of their energy drink and sees the clock. It reads 6:00 AM.

"Hey Levi."

"What?"

"It's 6:00 AM"

Now he looks at the clock. They both stare at it until it changes to 6:01. Before looking at each other and then looking back to the TV.

"I need your help for this part." The time completely disregarded. I mean, they have to at least be halfway done, right? (Wrong) They finish the game at like 3:00 PM with high fives.

Now they both decide to venture out for "Breakfast" and this is when the residents of the House of Lamentations bare witness to the sleep deprived duo.

Levi would be the I'm more awake than everyone type of sleep deprived. He is able to cope somewhat well. He looks pretty normal, except he is putting orange juice in his cereal. Wait, now he put the cereal box in the fridge. Why is he using a fork? Maybe he isn't alright.

MC on the other hand, I think would be the one using all their willpower to stay awake. They stumble around the kitchen making their bowl of cereal. They actually put in the right ingredients (not without dropping some of it and making a mess of course) all before plopping at the table and falling asleep face first in the bowl.

Here are the brother's reactions to

Sleep Deprived MC (and Levi)

💙 Lucifer -

He is mad that Levi would keep MC locked up in his room like that! And on a school night!

Because of that MC missed all their classes and it reflects poorly on him.

He does think it is kinda cute how they stumble around...

"Please be careful where you are pouring MC"

He tips the milk back before they get it everywhere.

He also makes sure to put everything that Levi moved, back in its proper place and clean up their mess.

💛 Mammon -

He is very worried.

He keeps pulling MC in different directions because they keep trying to run into the counters!

"Oi, Watch where your going!"

Definitely records Levi's triumphant look as he tries to eat cereal with a fork and asks "why is my spoon broken?"

Mammon is also the one to pull MC's face out of the cereal and lean their head back against the chair. Can't have them drowning.

🧡 Leviathan -

Records MC running into every counter and laughs everytime they say "ouch" (which is everytime they hit something)

Thinks he is so awake and smart.

Until he tastes how disgusting cereal and orange juice is and wonders when the milk went bad.

MC laughs a little before face planting into their cereal.

He laughs at them before doing the same.

💚 Satan -

Definitely smirks and watch the two putz around for awhile.

Doesn't help Levi at all, just let's him put things in wrong places and eat terrible cereal.

Satan at least hands MC the right ingredients.

"No, that's a plate. Here is a bowl, love."

Makes sure they don't make a huge mess (but doesn't clean up any messes they do make, just to piss off Lucifer)

💖 Asmodeus -

Would think MC is just so adorable when sleepy.

"MC! You need to keep up with your beauty rest otherwise you will get wrinkles. I know just how to fix this. You need a self care day."

He watches them start the cereal and then eventually guides a sleepy MC to lay on his bed. (And No, he did not clean up or put away anything)

They then fall asleep and he would do a whole self care routine on their face while they sleep (like the tiktoks where the girlfriends do it to their boyfriends) it would have cleansers, those rollers to tighten skin, face masks, the works.

Definitely doesn't care about Levi or the well being of his skin.

❤ Beelzebub -

This poor boy doesn't want you to get hurt.

Tells MC to sit at the table while he makes them cereal. (Proceeds to make them a Beel sized bowl)

MC's head starts to lull forward but he catches them and feeds a sleepy MC to make sure they get their sustenance.

He then eats the rest of their bowl and Levi's (because he just left it after tasting it)

After the snack he carries MC to his room and proceeds to cuddle them while they nap.

💜 Belphegor -

He definitely just sleepily watches.

Laughs at how stupid Levi is being, before yawning and realizing that now is the perfect time to bond with MC.

Gently guides MC away from the milk they just pulled out, grabs a few small snacks and heads up to his bed.

He would offer them food, but by the time he pulls back the blankets they just crawl in and pass out.

Now he can get all the snuggles he wants with no interruptions!

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obeyme #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #fluff #🧸 anon #obey me requests #requests

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mazuwii · 3 years

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The AOT characters lose you

Scenario: They lose you and go searching for you.

Levi

-He's just thinking to himself about how he got in such a shitty party and is only thinking about how you were so excited to go -The whole time he was sat on a chair watching over your drink while you were off to the bathroom -So many people tried to start a conversation with him but he'd only scoff and turn away from him -At last, when the party was over he was beginning to grow pale, paranoid of where you could have gone -Checks the bathroom and nope, you're not there -You can bet he's going around everywhere in the span of 10 minutes, he's not giving up on finding you he even asks people if they've seen you -his last resort is to ask Hange and Erwin for help until he goes home to grab his phone and finds you fast asleep on the bed -turns out you forgot and just went home lol

Eren:

-You guys are in an amusement park and he's been trying to win a teddybear by shooting the target(scam games lol) -you said you'd go get some food so he nodded without looking at you, you left long ago. -When he finally wins he realises the sky got darker and you're still not around like holy shit the guy keeps it together and decides to go searching, assuming you got bored and went to try other rides -tried looking near the food stalls hut you weren't there either -At this point, he begins to panic and goes around everywhere three times, still not finding you -he's so close to tearing the entire theme park to bits until he bumps into a familiar someone -you can bet the moment he sees you he's not releasing you from his tight hug, talking over you continuously about how scared he was and how stupid you are to run away like that -turns out you were walking in opposite directions the whole time and just missed each other every cycle -idiots

Bertholdt:

-He said he'd go drop something off at his friends house and told you that you could go-ahead to his grannies (you were supposed to visit his grandma together) -You agree and decide to pack something for her before leaving -Twenty minutes pass and Bertl is already back except he couldn't find you in the house, assuming you already left -ignores the fear bubbling in his chest and drives off to his grandma's house. Even then, he can't find you. -Asks his grandma "Have you- um have you seen Y/N?" He stammers only for her to shake her head, and go back to sleep. -he full-on gets a panic attack, doesn't even say goodbye he's rushing back into his car and calling his friends up to alert them about your disappearance. -The man is searching the entire neighbourhood. Like I mean the ENTIRE neighbourhood. -Until he finds you happily skipping with a bag of oranges at the park. He's getting out of his car and not locking it, hell he forgets to close the door and just rams into you -you're confused as to why he's saying 'thank god' over and over again and why he's crying -in conclusion, is a cinnamon roll💞

Reiner:

-It was an early Saturday morning and you had a meeting with someone. You kissed his head as you got up at five AM only to be stopped with a clasp of your arm. You turned to see Reiner half-awake, asking where you were off to on a Saturday. -You explained and he groaned in annoyance as if he was a pouty child :( you laughed and told him you'd be back a bit late which only made him whine more. -it was a long day but he spent it doing work and prepared everything for when you come back. -Yet even when the clock hit seven PM he began to panic slightly, calling your number only for the voice message to say your phone was closed -waits a little bit more and the clock strikes eleven pm, that was his last straw before he rushed out of the house and went around asking if anyone had seen you. Even though no one was out at that time, just the drunk weirdos -he got a call from you telling him to come to your location because you were scared of the isolated environment -wastes no time and goes straight to you -the moment he sees you he runs and engulfs you in a hug, scolding you about not taking the car to work. -Can I just say he makes you feel so safe🥺🥺

Jean:

-the both of you were in a concert (you choose which one) and he was extremely hyped up about it, the both of you in the middle of the crowd screaming lyrics with the musicians on stage -just as he was about to hold you close to him, he realised you were nowhere to be seen. He began to mentally punch himself, realising he let you out of his sight and now you could be in pain, scared or even worse-taken away. -he tried to stay calm but he just couldn't, pushing through the crowds panting heavily. -For the rest of the concert that's all he had done, search and yell for your name. He even alerted the bodyguards at the front. -When the concert was over he could be seen crying into his palms at a bench while the fans walked out. You saw this and raced to him, your heart becoming lighter in relief. -you grabbed his shoulders and hugged him, explaining how you went to the bathroom for a bit and couldn't find him on your way back. It turns out you were both searching for each other. -denies it when you tell him he's crying LOL

Armin:

-He's taking notes about a certain flower in the flower park, it was huge, full of beautiful plants and elegantly shaped hedges. -asks if you want a coffee and you nod your head, too enchanted by the foxgloves in a straight row. -he smiles at how distracted you seem before going to get the coffees, knowing the exact amount of sugars you'd want. -However when he got back, you were nowhere to be seen. At the entrance? Not. Near the duck pond? No. Tourist area? No. Literally nowhere. And you're not picking up -he's shaking and drops on a bench and dials Eren and Mikasa to come to the park as soon as possible. The man is having a mental breakdown. -when Mikasa finally joins the trio she finds you first and comes back to the two with you squirming on her shoulder -Armin darts in your direction and hugs you tight and explains how he's going to put a tracker on you next time jokingly

Erwin:

-You didn't want to go on this trip and neither did Levi or Erwin. -Hange forced you all to come on her camping trip in order to get a badge. Like, aren't you a bit old for that? How did you even- -you were helping Levi set up the tents and Erwin was too busy fetching wood for the fire. -Hange was climbing up trees for some reason. -As it started to get colder you clung onto your coat and shivered at the puff of smoke leaving your mouth. -"Erwins almost back with the wood Y/N, don't die on us." Hange joked, climbing back down with her binoculars in one hand. You shook your head at her and told the two you were off to go find him. Levi warned you to be careful considering how dark it was getting. You didn't care you just wanted someone warm to hug. -meanwhile, Erwin had been distracted by two birds making love to one another, confused and standing there like 👁👄👁 the whole time -finally gets back with a load of wood and sets it down in front of the tents. "Where's Y/N?" He looks around for you, furrowing his brows when Hange and Levi's gaze meet each other. -"We thought she went to you..." Hange said, crouching down to turn the fire on. His jaw dropped slightly and all colour drained his face. Instantly grabs a torch and rushes off to find you while Levi and Hange toast some wieners💀 -Like he's just screaming your name in his commander's voice, cracking a few times from pure fear that you may be hurt. -until he hears you cry back and runs in the direction of your voice continuously screaming his name. -you've never seen him so scared, you run into his arms and quiver from the sudden heat radiating from his body. -Will not let you leave his sight during that trip. Ever

Zeke:

-He's at the mall and met friends while you went to fetch some new clothes and decor for your house. -they're talking casually and he suddenly brings you up, a funny story about the both of you until he realises you've spent too long in that shop and you haven't come out since -immediately cuts himself off and checks the place, realising you're nowhere to be found. -you can bet he's going in and out of places just to find you. The man at last, goes to his last resort and tells the bodyguards about it. -suddenly you could hear this on the speakers. "Y/N L/N please stand- where? Oh okay- at the front of the mall, daddy is waiting for you"- the man is suddenly cut off and you can hear Zeke. "Y/N, once I find you I swear I'm putting you on a leash!" Your jaw drops in complete embarrassment and hopes that no one you knew would be in this mall. -you wait at the front with your face hidden in your palms, trying to be lowkey when suddenly you collide with a chest. You look up and lightly hit Zeke, hissing about calling him 'daddy' and how embarrassing that was. -He doesn't care he's just glad you're okay -pulls out a leash and tells you he wasn't kidding💀💀💀 we all know Zeke was a leash kid LMAO

Porco:

-He was supposed to take you to visit Marcel in hospital after he got his penis stuck in a jam jar. (Jk he fell down the stairs and broke his foot) -but Porco had to fill up his car with gas so he left you inside after doing just that and left to get something inside the gas station. -You awaited him to get back and he finally did with two cans of Redbull. You just frown and widen your eyes at how unbelievable he was (you asked for a can of monster💀) -He just tells you that you're in a hurry and that you both don't have time for choosing drinks. -you take this to heard obviously and ignore him the whole way to the hospital. -you're having a nice time talking with Marcel while he's on the bed, telling you about how it felt to crack a few bones -Porco is on his phone like a lil whore so you decide to step out for some fresh air all in the dark barely lit up the parking lot of the hospital. -extremely cold but you aren't going to go in that traitor's car. You text goodbye to Marcel and order a cab home. Idk why but you and Porco are hella petty with one another. -The moment he figures out that you aren't in the parking lot waiting for him, or inside talking shit about him to his brother sent a jolt of fear rushing to his chest. -calls and calls but you don't pick up, literally speeds off to go home and finds you in a damp towel after a bath and begins his rampage on how annoying you are.

Hange:

-She's restless. Like the moment you guys decided to climb up a damn mountain you were already tired and she was ahead of you. You took a short break and continued. -When everyone reached the top and she couldn't find you she stopped smiling and just gaped at all the possibilities. -she would jump to find you just saying lol -climbs down even when she's told not to by the instructor and is screaming your name, echoing and eventually finding its way to you. -She finds you napping under a tree, already given up. -sighs out in relief but still wakes your lazy ass up so you can climb the rest with her

Pieck:

-There's no way she could lose you, you've been holding onto her backpack strap the whole time you were in the huge crowd and she checks every 5 seconds to see if you're still there -However, if she did lose you she's pushing people over or shoving past strangers like it's nothing just to find you😭😭😭 -The moment she sees you her hand is holding into your arm, she will not let you get lost again.

Mikasa:

-How can I say this? -Let's just say the entire world would end up flames if she didn't find you. -she doesn't need a searching team, the searching team need her. -You can bet all your life savings this mf will find you in 10 minutes. -Let's say you got kidnapped. She will hop onto that case faster than the police will. -believe me, the moment she finds you whoever took you will regret even thinking about kidnapping you😭😭😭 gets all violent and then just takes you back home as if that all didn't just happen

Mike

Let's just say the hallway on campus got way more crowded than he expected. -He forgot to hold onto your hand so he does end up losing but since he's so damn tall he can spot your head and push through people to grab your smaller ass -Does that thing where he leads you out of the crowd by holding onto your hand while your behind him so no one bumps into you😩🥺

Sasha

She's focusing on small dumb things like the grass while you're both at a carnival, probably trying to identify little bugs on the ground as you're both in line for a ride.

Until she asks what LadyBugs meant and got no reply and gasped at the realisation that you're not there. And so, ignoring everything, she begins her search for you everywhere and gets exhausted quick. It's all alright when she finds you under a tree but you're crying into your knees, -you admit that a mime came up to you and you ran away screaming out of fear from it

Annie

You two were at a buffet with your friends and you told them you needed the bathroom, she told you to be quick and hurry back and you said yes over the churning of your stomach. However, as time passes and she's already full, she begins to get a bit paranoid about your whereabouts. Your friends come back from the bathroom and explain how you weren't in there so she goes in there by herself to see *even if you're a boy, she'd enter the guys' bathroom with no care in the world*

Everyone can here her desperately banging on every stall until, when she can't find you by the sink and then kicks in one of the locked stalls to find you passed out on the floor

-it's okay just a little food poisening💀

Kenny

-He's having a beer with friends at a pub and you popped along with him because you were scared. The reason behind your fear was that it was a rainy, dark night and for the entire week the news broadcasted a serial killer had escaped prison so you clung onto Kenny for the entire seven days.

"It's bullshit." He previously said behind the shower curtains. You were sitting in the bathroom, refusing to leave his sight in case the serial killer would break in and kill you.

But now, you were swaddled in a hooded cloak, hugging Kenny's arm as he raspily wheezed at his friends' jokes. It sounded like he needed cough drops but that's just how Kenny laughs.

Suddenly, your private part pulsated. Turned on? Or did you need a wee? You weren't an idiot, the pain felt a bit satisfying but you knew you had finished a few drinks Kenny left unattended. When he would find the cup empty, he knew you drank it but didn't bother lecturing you on getting drunk and ordered another one. Besides, Kenny wasn't a lightweight when it came to drinking. In fact, he'd be able to take you both home safely.

Tugging on the hysterical man's sleeve in an attempt to alert him that you'd be gone for a few minutes but it was no use, he and his friends were so loud and distracted so you left without another word to the bathroom to do your business.

Sure it was scary and you flinched a few times from the thunder cracking through the violent rain. Once you had finished and exited the stall to wash your hands, you heard a few footsteps linger by the bathroom. Your heart thumped in your chest, making your surroundings blur in terms of vision and noise.

Without realising, you stumbled and tripped over nothing, from the pure panic and fear, you fainted on the cold tiles of the pub bathroom.

Meanwhile, Kenny had yawned and stretched his arms. He cocked a brow and realised there was nothing holding his arm... where were you? What-

His blood boiled at the idea of you being taken or killed, the fear forcing him to jolt out of his seat and stomp to the bartender, asking if he had seen you walk out. While he was trying to remember, Kenny mentally cursed himself for not paying attention to you. You could be in a ditch right now! Freezing to death in the violent rain.

"Ah yes! That girl with the weird cloak, she went in the bathroom"- Kenny skipped any words of gratitude and jogged off in the direction of the toilets, bursting the door open and huffing out a shaky breath of relief.

"Damn brat." He tried his hardest to gently slap your face, holding your head up with his palm. He may not do PDA but he wouldn't dream of letting you hurt your scalp like that.

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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A Day of Breastfeeding

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(Married for 3 years/Any solo Harry era)

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Today has been a busy day with you and your four month old daughter. She woke you up at the early hour of 5:00 am and you've been up ever since.

When she woke up at five, you crawled out of the warm bed you and Harry were sleeping in to go into her nursery. Her reason for awakening was hunger. Instead of feeding her in the nursery like you do most mornings, you carried her back into yours and Harrys bedroom so you could feed her in the comfort of your bed. You climbed back in bed with a hungry baby and laid her on your newly exposed chest. She latched instantly and you may or may not have dozed back off again due to exhaustion.

At 5:30 am Harrys alarm goes off, letting him know he needs to wake up to go to the studio for a few hours and record new music. He reached for his phone, shutting the alarm off, and turned around to glance at his beautiful wife. Beautiful wife who some how stayed asleep through the sounds of his alarm. What he wasn't expecting to see was his equally beautiful baby girl laying on top of your naked chest with your nipple exposed to the cold air of the room. Presumably due to your daughter having finished eating and your nipple falling out of her relaxed mouth. Harry sleepily smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky he thinks internally.

Harry knew he needed to get ready to be at the studio but he just couldn't help himself. He got up and quietly walked around the bed to pick up your sleeping daughter from your chest. Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact with her but Harry was quick to whisper, "Shhh my love. I'm just going to take her to her nursery and let you get some comfortable sleep. Then I'm leaving for the studio. If you need me, call me. I'll come right home. Love you." He bent down to place a kiss your lips and you give him a thankful smile. Right before he let the room, he covered your exposed chest with the blanket so you don't get cold.

Harry decided to burp your daughter on the walk to her nursery knowing she hadn't burped yet. She let out a soft little burp from her tiny mouth on her daddy's shoulder and Harry kissed her soft head in appreciation. He noticed her diaper was dirtied, so being the father he is, Harry changed her poopy diaper and cradled her back to sleep. He placed her back in her crib and gave her one more good bye kiss on his way out. Then Harry got dressed and left for the studio.

Your daughter let you sleep until 7:00 am when she got hungry again. You got up to feed her and decided to just stay awake and start your day. After you fed your daughter and changed her soiled diaper, you went down the stairs to make you something to eat. While you ate your yogurt and berries, the four month old played in her playpen. Then you put her down for a midmorning nap so you could clean up a bit. Around 11:00 am, you breastfeed her again while you watched a bit of tv. She fell asleep shortly after and you called Harry to let him know you were doing fine and talked about dinner options.

Through-out the rest of your day, you pretty much alternated between breastfeeding your daughter, changing dirty diapers, putting her down for naps, and did house chores: dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting. Around 5:00 pm, you felt super disgusting from all the sweating you did today. The only problem was you were home alone with your daughter and there was no one to watch her while you showered or bathed. Usually you'd wait until Harry came home but the sound of a relaxing bath sounded heavenly to your ears. So the only reasonable fix to your problem was to bring her in the tub with you.

Harry and yourself have allowed her to get in the tub with either of you before. Sometimes Harry will be taking a relaxing bath and you'll kill two birds with one stone and have your daughter get a bath with him. Being only four months old, its still expectable for her to bath with her daddy. Or sometimes while you're taking a bath and Harry is watching her, she starts to scream and cry, needing or wanting you, so Harry has no other choice other than to bring her in the bathroom and allow you to comfort her to your warm, wet body.

Now in current time, you're in the bathtub with your naked daughter laying on your bare chest, just relaxing and cooing gentle words into her ears. It feels super nice to have all this skin to skin contact with her, but you're just praying she doesn't pee or poop in the tub. Maybe you should have kept her diaper on.

At first she was calm and relaxed, just staring off into the distance, but now she is grabbing at your boob wanting to be fed again. You reach down and position your nipple to her mouth and she laches on quickly. Your nipples are painfully sore from all the feedings you give her through-out the day, everyday. Harry has told you that you should start pumping and give your nipples a break but you can't seem to do that. Even though its quite painful each time she sucks, it's one of the best feeling to have a baby feed from you directly. That may not make much since to just anyone but you're sure other mums will understand.

While off in your own little world, you don't hear Harry come in the house. He finished for the day at the studio and came home to be with his loving family. First he questions where you two are. He walked in the kitchen to find it empty. Then he walks up the stairs and to the nursery to find it empty. Lastly he walks into your shared bedroom and it's empty as well. He starts to get worried until he hears a soft voice coming from the bathroom in your bedroom. He carries his sock covered feet to the bathroom door and gently pulls it open to see a pretty sight. You breastfeeding your daughter.

"Now we're feeding in the tub, are we?" Harry softly speaks with a content smile. He startles you at first but then you force yourself to relax so you don't disturb your baby.

"I needed a bath and had no one to watch her. Then she got hungry for the millionth time today. I actually think my nipples are going to fall off." you reply back and though you sound like you are joking, Harry could hear pain in your voice when you talked about your nipples falling off. He hates you're in pain.

"I'm sorry my love." he sincerely speaks while kneeling beside the tub to run a gentle hand over the babies back. He has always been infatuated with watching her feed from you. Not in a inappropriate way because they are the same boobs he loves to see jiggle when having sex but in a way where he's in total awe.

Seconds later your daughter spits out your nipple, so you ask Harry, "Could you maybe burp her and get her dressed for bed please, so I can properly wash myself."

Harry responds immediately with, "Of course darling. Anything for you." He bends forward to peck your lips and stands to grab a towel to wrap her small body in. He returns with a towel dedicated just for babies. It's made with thin, soft material so it won't be too rough on their skin. Then with the towel over his shoulder, he bends down to pick up her wet, naked body and lays her directly on his towel covered shoulder. She whines from the cold air but he shushes her. "Shhh my little love. It's alright." he whispers to her while wrapping the towel around her frame and begins to pat her back so she can burp. Before he steps out of the bathroom, he turns to you and says, "I'll be in her nursery. Yell out if you need me for anything."

"Okay." you comment back. As you began to wash your hair and body, all you can think about is how great of a husband and father Harry is. He never puts up fights when it comes to taking care of his daughter. It doesn't matter if it's 3:00 in the morning or while he's working. He'll always come to her aid or your aid for that matter.

Harry successfully burps her and lays her down on her changing table in the nursery. Before any accidents occur, he puts a clean diaper on her bum and finds some clean pjs to keep her body warm. "Alright. All done sweetheart." he tells his baby with a kiss on the cheek. Harry carries her with him to the kitchen, her face burred in his neck. She's awake but the warm bath and feeding did make her sleepy.

In the kitchen, Harry tries to decide what is best for dinner. He decides on a veggie pizza to pop in the oven, knowing you should agree with that choice. Right as the pizza goes into the pre heated oven, you come walking down the stairs in a loose fitting shirt and pajama shorts. "Feeling better?" Harry questions you with a dimply smile while soothingly rubbing your daughters back.

"Much. Thank you for getting her ready for bed." you tell your husband.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job as much as it is yours. She 'our' baby." he responds.

You take your daughter from his hold and walk into the living room to feed her one last time before you put her to sleep. Harry takes the cooked pizza out the oven and plates you and him a slice. Then he makes his way to the living room, deciding you both can eat in there tonight so you're more comfortable. You eat and breastfeed at the same time, doing mummy multitasking. When Harry finishes eating, he takes your now sleeping baby girl from your hold and carries her to the nursery. Like every time before he leaves her room, he makes sure to lay a soft kiss on her head. Once all that is done, he comes back to you in the living room.

"Please use the pump for tonight. Your boobs need to rest and also that way I can get up to feed her through-out the night and let you get some proper sleep." Harry says to you as you're cuddle each other on the couch.

"But I'm scared if she uses a bottle that she won't want me again. She may realize the bottle is better than my nipples." you mumble in his neck.

"That's silly. Of course she'll want your breast again. You're her mother. She very much enjoys the bonding time with you when you breastfeed her but she's getting to the age to where she needs to have other options. In a month, she'll be able to try baby food. She'll still need your milk but just introducing solids to her diet." Harry calmly speaks while rubbing over your back in a calmly manner.

After a lot of convincing on Harrys part, you decided to try and pump for the first time. So you both stand from the couch and head to your bedroom. Harry grabs the milk pumper from your closet and you get comfortable on the bed. You take your shirt off and pull the covers to your waist. Then he brings the machine over to you and sets everything up. He helps you attach the pieces to each of your nipples, being very gentle knowing how painful they are. Once they are suctioned properly, he turns the machine on and asks, "Are you alright by yourself if I go take a shower? I promise I won't be long." You nod your head and Harry grabs a pair of clean boxers, than makes his way to the bathroom and began his showering.

When Harry returns from his quick shower, the two bottles that collect your milk are near about full. He helps you remove the suction cups and disconnects the bottles from the pump to place them in the fridge for later tonight. As he returns, he see's you standing in front of the huge mirror in your bathroom, just staring at your boobs. Specifically your nipples. Your nipples even look painful he thinks to himself. He walks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and caresses your ribcage with his fingers, looking straight ahead at your body in the mirror. "Go lay in bed and I'll put some cream on them." he whispers in your ear.

You follow his instructions and exit the bathroom to get in bed. Harry grabs some cream and returns to you. "I'll be gentle." he says in his tired voice, straddling your lap. He dips his ring less fingers in the soothing cream and bends down. Cradling the sides of your boobs with one hand, he uses his other to rub the nipple itself. His movements are slow and if it was under other circumstances, you swear you would have just gotten turned on by his actions. He looks to be in extreme concentration and you can't help but feel happy. For the second time today, you realize how great Harry is to you and your baby.

Once Harry has covered both your nipples in the cream, he helps you put a bra on that has leaking pads in them, to prevent the ointment from making a mess on the beds covers. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to crawl into bed and snuggle with you. "Love you y/n." Harry whispers quietly.

"I love you too babe. And I know you said not to thank you earlier, but thank you. I'm grateful to have you in my life." you blindly reach up to kiss his lips and then shove your face into his neck, smelling the manly scent of his body wash.

Through-out that night, anytime your four mouth old daughter woke up needing a feeding, Harry got up and warmed a bottle from the fridge and sat in the rocker located in the corner of her nursery each time. She would curl up on his tattooed chest, sleepily drink the bottle, and he would rock back and forth, lightly singing to her in a sleep ridden voice. Then he burped her after each feeding and put her back to sleep comfortably in her crib. That night, you got the most uninterrupted sleep you've gotten since before she was born and its all thanks to your wonderful husband and baby daddy, Harry.

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haik-choo · 4 years

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waking up next to the karasuno second & third years

request: the waking up next to the first years hcs was the purest most adorable thing i’ve ever read 🥺🥺🥺could u do one with the second or third years too?

a/n: thank you so much for loving the first one i did! i’m sorry i haven’t been as active, i go in and out of a creative mindset and this quarantine isn’t really pushing me to stay creative. i just sleep most of the time LOL. here it is! :)

[WAKING UP NEXT TO THE KARASUNO SECOND AND THIRD YEARS]

-nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, sugawara, asahi

nishinoya yuu.

waking up next to nishinoya yuu isn’t filled with excitement or him jumping off the walls, like you might expect it to be. i feel like the first ten minutesof waking up for him are really slow, like he’s just barely opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling.

for some reason i really feel like he wakes up before you. he goes to bed at like two am, but wakes up at eight am to practice or go on a little jog.

but every time he wakes up, the first thing he looks at is you. your peaceful state, your slow-rising chest, the little breaths leaving your slightly parted lips. noya is a really emotional person, and I can bet you real money that he gets real giddy seeing you next to him.

you don’t usually sleep in his arms because he’s a wild sleeper and probably starfishes, so when he wakes up his limbs are sprawled out, some on you, some hanging off the bed. and he just barely turns his head at there you are in your morning glory.

his heart literally swells five sizes bigger. he’ll shift over to be next to you and move your hair out of your face or just mess with the hair at the top of your head, basking in the love you cause him to feel.

after a few minutes of doing that, he’ll let out a big ol’ sigh and wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight to wake you up.

“mmm,,,,noya, what are you doing,,,” “i’m just feeling grateful :)”

and you look up at him, and there’s a feeling of security that fills you. he may not be the biggest or strongest, but the light in his eyes and the warmth in his arms that he wraps around you make you feel safe.

not to mention that his hair is down and sticking out everywhere. it’s a cute picture that only you’ll ever see

you return his gesture and wrap your arms around him, thinking about different ways to make him stay in bed instead of going out for a jog.

basically; the morning is filled with hugs and soft smiles, knowing looks and arms that evoke the feeling of being safe and being loved. his hair is wild, and his hands are tugging at your own strands.

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you two almost always wake up in the same position, his arms spread out, your head resting on one of them, one of his legs propped up like a tent and the other flat on the bed, you curled up against his side. since he’s a touch-starved individual, he finds any excuse for you two to be as close as possible every second of every day.

you both actually wake up a few minutes apart, whoever wakes up first is a coin toss. and when you wake up first, you get to see his face void of the tension is usually has, his mouth is a little open with small snores coming out, his fingers twitching every few seconds

tanaka’s body reacts before he does, so even if you try to get up, his arms just holds onto you and keep you attached to his side. he swears he doesn’t do it on purpose, and that his body just needs you :’)

on days when he wakes up before you he stays as still as stone. no joke, he’s so afraid of waking you up and experiencing your wrath that he just. freezes

but as he’s frozen, he takes the time to just stare. no smile on his face, he just stares, drinking in your sleeping form. he occasionally takes a change and slowly turns, stretching out his arm for his phone on the side table. when he can reach it, you can bet he has 200+ new photos of your sleeping and he makes them his screen savers

the second he sees your stir awake lightly, he pounces on you an covers your face in little kithes and saves your lips for last. sometimes he’ll wait until you open your eyes and look at him, pouting like “where’s my real kisses :(” before he gives you a big boy smooch

you giggle and caress his chest with your hand, happy that he wakes you up like a queen everyday. trust me, he’s happy he gets to be the guy whose face you see first thing in the morning

he usually scrolls through his phone for like an hour before getting out of bed, and you just sit there and watch tik toks with him. you two my wake up at roughly the same time, but you get out of bed before him to make some morning smoothies (he totally asks for a protein shake AGAGA)

basically; your mornings get started at the same time, and he loves to make sure you’re up by pelting you with kisses that you love. you scroll through tik tok while being smushed next to his chest before you get up to make breakfast.

daichi sawamura.

not gonna lie, when he wakes up he spend like a minute or two in bed at MOST, he hates just staying in bed because he feels like he could so much more productive than lie around and do nothing. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind staying in bed for the entire day.

so here’s the way it usually goes: he wakes up a minute before his alarm (7:00am) and just quickly sighs before reaching over you and turning it off so it doesn’t wake you up. then he kisses your forehead (his breath smells bad, so he’s not going to kiss your lips) before getting up and washing up. he gets ready to go on a jog, and he kisses your shoulder before he sets out on his journey.

but every once in a while, there’s something wonderful that happens. he doesn’t feel like working out. he wakes up at the same time, but he just doesn’t feel like doing anything. on those days, he completely indulges in your warmth.

he doesn’t care if he wakes you up and hoists you up so you’re completely laying on his body. of course you wake up, but you already know what’s going to happen, so you just softly groan. “so you don’t feel like getting up and decide to wake me up? really?” “yes, really” “...you’re lucky i love you” “im the luckiest man alive”

you two actually talk during mornings like those, you love pressing an ear against his chest and hearing the vibrations his voice causes. it’s like calming background noise to you.

“are,,,you even listening. we’ve got a lot to do today” “i’ve been ignoring everything after you said ‘getting up’“ “...of course you have”

you haveto convince him to stay even longer in bed, because he really hates staying in bed, like he just wants to make “eggs or fucking toast or an OMLETTE PLEASE I JUST WANT TO DO SOMETHING”

in order to persuade him to stay for a little longer, you usually just kiss him. normally he hates morning breath, but when it’s you kissing him so tenderly he can make an exception or two

ngl it usually leads to making out or morning sex, like i said he needs to do SOMETHING

basically; you wake up like a married couple. normally he gets up right away, but every once in a while he;ll decide to spend some extra time with the love of his life, and that time is usually spent kissing and...doing other things ;)

sugawara koushi.

instead of you waking up in his arms, he wakes up in your arms. like his face is pressed against your chest and your arms is haphazardly resting over his shoulder. his arms are undoubtedly around your waist, his lags entangled with yours

every morning, without fail, he wakes up first and somehow slip out of your position and into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth before making two cups of coffee and coming back into the bedroom, setting them on the nightstand, and crawling back into bed with you

usually he sits up in bed and moves you to rest your head in his lap so he can reach over to sip at his drink. his hands comb through your hair and he trifles through his emails just incase some parent messages him about something

sometimes he’ll stop scrolling at look down at you, feeling happy and 100% sure that he has the greatest life; first he wakes up in your arms, spends time with you, spends time with kids, and them spends more time with you

the school he teaches at starts at like twelve pm, so he likes to take his time waking up so he’s as happy as possible. and spending a lot of time with you is key to that.

can only wait for so long before he pokes your side until you wake up. the entire time he’s like “please wake up” “i’ve got work in like four hours! let’s do something!” “i’ll make breakfast if you give me sufficient payment ;)”

literally the second you wake up he props you up and you look drunk as hell when you first wake up but he still thinks you’re beautiful <3 cute rat

he rests your head on his shoulder and kisses you until you’re fully awake, you don’t always kiss back but that’s because you’re not fully there and you’re just,,, “is there a bird pecking at me? what the hell - oh, it’s koushi”

“can’t you wake me up like a normal person?” “no, i like kissing you awake. isn’t that cute? :)” “not when you kiss like a bird.” “so you have,,,,chosen death?”

when he’s feeling extra happy he has no issue putting you on his lap, facing him. he wraps your arms around him before doing the same to you and burying his face in your neck and humming a soft tune. he’s just such a calming presence that sometimes you fall back asleep in his lap :’)

basically; it’s a cute and happy morning as he rests you on his lap and peppers your lips with kisses to wake you up. playful banter is included, and so it coffee breath.

asahi azumane.

he would love to wake up to you pressed to his side, but he gets hot really easily, so he cant hold you to sleep. he totally hugs a small pillow to sleep and you can old press up against his back, which he doesn’t mind.

he’s the type to wake up at ten am naturally, and every morning he yawns and stretches out his arms, rolling back a little before yelping at the feeling of you getting quietly crushed beneath him

when he realizes that it’s just you, his heart beat stabilizes and he turns over, flipping the sheets off of him to he doesn’t overheat, and grabs you hands, lacing his fingers through with yours

you’ve been dating for a while, so he’s completely comfortable doing skinship with you. he’s not embarrassed at how much he loves you. he likes to gently caress your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones and sometimes across your bottom lip

no lie, waking up with asahi is the softest thing ever. he gives you one single kiss on your cheek, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away to see your eyes cracked open

by this time he’s lightly hovering over you, and he just lets out a slightly bashful smiles and leans down, his forehead pressing against yours

you think that you must’ve saved a cat orphanage in your past life in order to get he delicious treat of waking up with asahi’s face in front of yours everyday

“good morning to you, too, azumane” “morning :)” “did you have that weird dream again?” “the one where hinata grows to be eight foot three and dunks me in a basketball hoop and leaves me up there and becomes the ace?” “yeah” “yes. yes i did.thanks for reminding me.”

sometimes asks for extra cuddles before getting up to take a shower, and when you say yes he just :):):) and envelops you in his warm embrace and rubs his beard goatee thing on your forehead as you grovel in pain because it’s in that in-between phase where it’s scratchy and long

sometimesasksyoutoshowertogetherbutyouusuallyhavetodecipheritbecausehe’sallblushyandit’ssocuteyoucoulddie

honestly struggles to get up in the morning because he really loves just laying and existing with you, his mind not focused or worried about anything but the way your chest rises slightly out of sync with his, and sometimes he imagines your chest heaving beneath his,,,,but hat’s astory for antoher time

basically; waking up with him is like a fairy tale. his gently lips and even gentler arms wake you up like a queen, and he makes sure that you feel the same way he does. sometimes there’s extra cuddles, sometimes there’s some showering together.

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reidingmelodies · 3 years

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Dinos and Tigers and Donuts, Oh My!

Summary: Spencer wanted one thing this year: for your kids to plan his perfect Father’s Day Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Includes: dad!Spencer, heavy mentions of Father’s Day, mentions and consumption of food Category: Fluff Word Count: 2.6k A/N: This isn’t my favorite, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for awhile all the same! Happy Sunday ♥️

When Spencer was called away on cases your house seemed to lose a bit of its charm. Mornings felt more tiring than ever before, the afternoon slumps dragged on for what seemed like years, and dinners, even with babbling five and seven-year-olds at your side, were a little too quiet.

This time around though, things were different. You woke up to your five-year-old daughter sitting by your feet, her mind preoccupied by one of the search and find books Spencer had bought her the week prior.

The space next to you was empty, a piece of paper lying where your husband previously was, and you knew exactly what it was going to say before you even picked it up.

Good morning, love,

I got called on a case this morning, but it’s local and the team thinks we can wrap it up by tonight. The kids both ate breakfast- and PSA that they were a little too excited I was going to be gone for the day. I don’t know what they’re planning, but good luck. I love you, and I’ll see you soon.

-Spencer

Unlike Spencer, you knew exactly what the kids were excited for, and it had everything to do with Father’s Day being tomorrow- you just hoped he would be home in time to celebrate like he predicted.

You folded the letter and placed it in your nightstand along with the others you’ve found gracing his pillow in years past when your bedroom door opened just the slightest amount.

In walked your seven-year-old son, comically exaggerating his tip toe motions as he stage whispered to his sister.

“Is Mommy still sleeping?” He shifted his gaze in your direction, all effort to keep quiet out the window when he saw your eyes meet his.

“Mom! Guess what?” you opened your mouth to respond, but your daughter beat you to the punch.

“Daddy left for a work trip this morning! So, we can make our plan today while he isn’t here!”

There was no denying that your kids loved their daddy, that was for sure.

“That’s so great!” you matched their enthusiasm with ease, getting ready for the day while they kept brainstorming in the background.

Just last week, you had asked Spencer what he wanted to do for Father’s Day over dinner, and the children were as attentive as ever, eyes wide and lips pursed as they waited to hear the plans for the big day.

But, to their amusement, Spencer’s only plan was that they plan the entire day. His reasoning was that they were the reason he was a dad so they should be the ones to decide what to do, but really you knew the truth was that he overheard their whispers about having the perfect plan for his day.

A plan you were finally going to be let in on, so it seemed.

The three of you made your way down to the kitchen where you settled down with your breakfast, eyebrows raised in enjoyment at your children. They were sat across from you with a stash of markers and fresh index cards, and they had a few stacks of previously filled out index cards resting along the center of the table.

Ah- so that’s where they’re going with this.

It had become a bit of a family tradition to have a family scavenger hunt whenever you had a full weekend together. You and Spencer were all too familiar with the concept of cherishing the time you have with your loved ones, and there were many a weekend where Spencer was called away, or you were busy with a million other plans ranging from extended family gatherings to birthday parties or weddings.

It was all the more reason to make the moments where it was just the four of you count even more- and thus, family scavenger hunts were born.

When they were toddlers, the scavenger hunts centered around finding certain shapes or colors, be it in the house or at the park. Once every item was checked off you would have a family outing of their choice: the go to choice used to be another trip to the park (the one with the ‘fancier’ slides this time), but with the upgrade to slightly harder scavenger hunts centered on science and math they’ve upped their prize to ice cream.

What could you say? They were Spencer’s kids through and through.

“Wow!” you exclaimed, relishing in the beaming smiles on their faces, “do you guys want to make a scavenger hunt for daddy?”

Two enthusiastic faces nodded eagerly in your direction as your son grabbed one of the red markers.

“Yes! And we can have dino pancakes in the morning and get donuts after our scavenger hunt at the zoo- all of daddy’s favorite things!”

Dino pancakes were a Sunday morning staple in your home- you would use a cookie cutter to cut out a dinosaur shaped pancake, and the kids would eat those while you and Spencer would eat the ones with the dinosaur outline in them (and a few regular ones for good measure). But donuts instead of ice cream? That was new.

“That’s a great idea, I’m so proud of you guys for working together to plan this,” you praised, “but why donuts?”

Your daughter peered up from the index card she was drawing flowers on to answer your question, “because they’re daddy’s favorite and it’s daddy’s day!”

“And for our scavenger hunt we want all the animals to spell out ‘best dad ever’,” your son tacked on at the end, already beginning the task of writing numbers and circling them on the front of the card.

That was another newfound tradition for your family. Now that the kids were learning to read, the two of you would try to have the first letter of each answer spell out a certain word or phrase. Sometimes, it would be something like ‘I love you’ or ‘hello’, other times it would be the name of a special someone that would be joining you for ice cream afterwards (so far ‘Aunt Penny’ and ‘Uncle D’ were their favorite ones to come across).

You grinned once more, moving to grab your laptop and pulling the Smithsonian’s National Zoo site up to look at their list of animals.

“Alright, my loves- let’s do this”.

***

Three hours, eleven index cards, one snack break, and two very patient children later, your scavenger hunt was finished, index cards clipped and ready to go for the following morning.

Each index card had blank slots, the number of which corresponded to the name of the animal, on the front of the card with three fun facts written on the back. In retrospect, Spencer wouldn’t even need the slots (or more than one fun fact, to be fair), but you knew he’d make a show of trying to think of each and every animal tomorrow afternoon.

Yet another reason you loved him.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur, all of your energy going into spending time with your kids. But once they went to bed, that energy was refocused into prepping for tomorrow to take your mind off the fact that it was nearing 10 PM and your husband wasn’t there.

You couldn’t bear to think of your kids disappointment if he didn’t make it home that night.

Outfits out and pancakes ready to be made, you made your way to the couch when the clock struck 11:30 PM, ready to settle in for a movie while you awaited his return but there was no need- as you walked into the room your husband made his way through the front door. He looked as exhausted as ever, but the glimmer in his eyes proclaimed what you knew to be true.

He was happy to be home.

***

7 AM the next morning found you face to face with two wide eyed children gently shaking you awake, joy radiating from them as they saw that their father was fast asleep next to you.

With much persuasion in the form of puppy dog eyes, you made your way out of bed and into the kitchen to start the first task of the day: dino pancakes.

Your little helpers set the table and brought Spencer’s gifts from the coat closet and into the dining room in the meantime, and as you placed the last pancake on a plate two arms wrapped around you and pulled you back tightly.

“Good morning, darling,” his raspy morning voice brought a soft smile to your face, and you leaned your head back to kiss his lips in greeting.

“Happy Father’s Day, Spence,” you laid another kiss against his lips, pulling back as the patter of little feet made their way into the kitchen.

“Daddy! Happy Father’s Day!”

“Daddy! Come see your gifts and eat pancakes!”

Two little voices fought for the spotlight, and Spencer kneeled to the ground to wrap the both of them in a hug. You laughed at the scene, watching as they squeezed him just as hard before grabbing onto his arm and leading him to the dining room table.

“C’mon, Dad,” your son pulled his chair out and pushed his gifts closer to his seat, “let’s eat and open gifts!”

“Gifts? You guys know I don’t want anything,” his brows furrowed as he looked at you, but you shrugged your eyes and took a bite of your pancakes in response.

“You always say that,” you rightly claimed, “and we always buy you gifts anyway- it’s practically tradition”.

You had a point, there.

Breakfast passed by in a blur of conversation, dad jokes, and present unwrapping. And just like that, Spencer was the owner of new books to pass his time on the jet, a 5k puzzle you were sure he’d solve in an hour flat, and a homemade Father’s Day shirt with your children’s handprints decorating a globe, the words ’Best Dad in the WORLD!!!’ gracing the blank space.

His eyes sparkled when he saw the shirt, and you swore you’ve never been happier to call that man your husband and the father of your children.

Granted, that thought passed your mind no less than fifteen times a day, but still.

Within the hour, the four of you were out the door and on the way to the zoo, Spencer’s Father’s Day shirt proudly on display.

You drove with a grin, the radio turned off in favor of listening to your children explain today’s scavenger hunt to Spencer. They were practically giving a word for word verbatim of what the two of you usually told them pre-scavenger hunt, all the more proof that your kids were sponges.

An equally exciting yet terrifying thought.

You were at the zoo within half an hour, your hand intertwined with your son’s while your daughter latched onto her father, everyone eager to start the scavenger hunt.

“Alright, guys,” Spencer began, “what’s our first clue?”

“Mommy can read it!” your daughter piped up and you nodded, grabbing the small pile from her hands before reading the first card of the day.

“Okay, so! This animal has six letters in its name, and your three fun facts are: whiskers help this animal detect objects around them which helps them navigate the dark, they’re the largest rodents in North America, and when they’re in danger they slap their tail on the surface of the water” you finished your explanation and watched as Spencer’s eyes lit up in recognition, but just as you predicted he dragged the process out instead of guessing right away.

“Hm, it sounds like we should go to the rodent exhibit first!” He proclaimed, and your kids nodded, walking in a row like little ducklings to the exhibit.

The four of you took your time looking at each of the animals, until you came face to face with the animal in question. “Aha! I think the animal we’re looking for is a beaver,” his answer was met with cheers from both of your children, and you wrote the answer in the blank slots before continuing with the hunt.

At the end of the hour you added an electric eel, sloth bear, tiger, dama gazelle, alpaca, and degu to the list. Eight animals down, four to go.

Which was fantastic, considering that your kids were starting to get antsy for donuts.

“Okay, guys! Are we ready for our next animal?” You were walking hand in hand with Spencer, your kids skipping directly in front of you and eagerly shouting in affirmation at your question.

The four of you stepped to the side, and you grabbed hold of the fourth to last index card before reciting the hints.

“Alright so! This animal is two words, seven letters in the first word and seven in the second. They have whiskers that look like mustaches, they’re native to the southwest Amazon Basin, and they have claws on each of their toes but the big one”.

“Hmm.. I don’t know guys, what do you think?” Spencer turned to your children, smiling wide when your son giggled in response.

“We can’t tell you, Dad! It’s a secret”.

Spencer laughed, sighing in defeat as your daughter gestured for him to come closer. He did as asked, leaning down until she able to reach his ear, “I think we should go to the monkey exhibit!”

Her not so quiet whisper brought a smile to both yours and Spencer’s faces, and a grimace to your son’s but to the monkeys you went, where you came face to face with an Emperor Tamarin.

From there you crossed a Von der Decken’s Hornbill and an Eld’s Deer off your list until you had one animal left.

“Alright, my love- last one! This animal is two words, three letters in the first one and five in the second. They mainly eat bamboo, their fur acts like a camouflage when they climb in trees, and they live in temperate forests in the Himalayas,” you finished your spiel with a quick eyebrow raise towards your children, both of which were not so discreetly pointing at the red panda exhibit just a few feet away.

“Is it a red panda?” Spencer asked, giving both your kids high fives when they jumped up and down in excitement.

“Yay Daddy, you got it! And guess what all of the first letters spell? Best dad ever!” your daughter jumped into his arms and Spencer chuckled, spinning her around and laying a gentle kiss on her head.

“Is that so?” he asked, “you three are too nice to me”.

Truthfully, you didn’t think it was possible to be too nice to Spencer.

“How about our last surprise for Daddy now, my loves?” your question was met with enthusiasm from your little family, and you were back in your car and on your way to Spencer’s favorite bakery in ten minutes flat.

As you pulled up to the bakery, two eager children and one extremely happy father made plans as to what donuts they were going to eat.

It was decided that Spencer would get a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles, your son would get a glazed donut, and your daughter would get jelly.

And you? You had every intention to get your favorite too, but above all you were just happy that another amazing Father’s Day was in the books for Spencer.

The seventh of many.

***

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mari-rosa-skiess · 3 years

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Welcome back 🥺 Can we get some hc’s or a cute scenario yuri p x fem reader on skype since he’s away and they fall asleep together on the call?? Thank you! I love your writing so much 🥺

yes omg i love this idea ! this one took extra long because of my 70 hiatuses, but i’m doing it now! hope you enjoy if you’re still out there, anon!

-mari<3

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Warnings: None, just some swearing

Pronouns: she/her

Words: 800+

You and Yuri have been together for a long time now, a year and three months to be exact, but a lot of the relationship is long-distance due to his constant traveling. You love each other anyway, so the relationship works even though being so far away from each other can suck.

You don’t really hear from Yuri throughout the day, except for a few texts, due to him being busy from 5:30 am to around 9:45 pm, but even after he gets back to his hotel, he has to eat and get ready for bed before he can skype you.

Despite all of the scheduling, you make it work and you do call almost every night.

You’re the only person Yuri genuinely enjoys talking to, so he makes sure he has time to talk to you every night. If he for some reason can’t talk to you one night, he gets really mad at himself and apologizes for like a week straight even though you assure him it’s not his fault and it’s okay.

He’s always tired when you guys call, so it’s not a rare occasion for him to fall asleep on the phone after about two hours of talking. He does try his hardest to stay up and talk to you though.

It was around 10:30 pm, which means Yuri was going to be calling you soon. You were finishing up some homework for school that’s due the next day while you waited for the skype notification to pop up on your computer.

Around five minutes later, you got the notification and a smile immediately appeared on your face as you clicked on it.

When you answered, Yuri softly smiled at you.

His hair was messy and still half wet, and he was in a hoodie.

“How was practice today?” you asked him with a smile.

“Fine, Viktor is really fucking annoying sometimes though,” he rolled his eyes.

You let out a soft giggle.

“I’m sure he just wants to see you succeed, love,” you smiled.

“I mean, yeah, I am the best skater in the world,” he cockily smirked.

“Yes, I know, you remind me every night,” you playfully rolled your eyes with a smile.

“What have you been up to?” he asked you, moving a strand of his platinum blond hair out of his face.

“Schoolwork, there’s so much of it,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

School has certainly gotten harder. You are a freshman, so the word took a big jump from hard, to really difficult.

“You have seemed pretty stressed out lately, I wish I could be there with you,” he frowned.

“It’s fine, talking to you every day at night is more than enough,” you smiled, not wanting him to think it’s his fault for the long-distance relationship.

“Besides, it’s been your dream since forever to make it as far as you have, you’re literally one of the best skaters in the world and you’re still in your teens, Yuri,” you reminded him with a comforting smile.

“I know, but I just wish I could see you more, you’re the only one who doesn’t make me want to rip out my eyes and skate over them with freshly sharpened blades,”

You giggled at his sweet, yet specific and kind of gruesome statement.

“I’ll see if I can fly out in a week or two, I’m sure my (parental figure) will let me,” you spoke.

“I hope so,” he smiled, but it was a saddened smile.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be back in a few more months, it’s better than a year, isn’t it?” you asked, laying back in your bed and setting your laptop on your nightstand, but with your camera still facing your face.

Yuri was already laying in that same position due to him being tired.

“Yeah, I just wish you could come along with me when I have to go to different countries, I really wish we weren’t teenagers,” he frowned.

“Maybe one day I’ll be able to travel with you, I really hope so at least,” you smiled.

He smiled back at you, yawning a few seconds after.

“Do you want to go to sleep? I don’t want to keep you up,” you asked him, clearly seeing that he’s tired.

“No, I want to talk to you,” he spoke.

“Alright then,” you sighed.

You two went on to talk about things for the next hour and a half. Ranging from school to his skating, to just random shit. Soon enough, you both were extremely tired.

You felt your eyes weighing down, you were struggling to stay awake, so you eventually just let sleep engulf you.

The same thing was going on with your blond boyfriend.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he yawned.

“I love you too,” you mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

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renjuseyo · 3 years

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I'm the one that ask about poly. I want to make request now if you're okay with it about male reader jihoon and seungcheol. Seungcheol being jealous when reader babied jihoon even though Seungcheol get it most of the time. While jihoon hate it when reader doing that but only whine and do nothing at all. Reader didn't stop because he know Jihoon enjoy it and also watching Seungcheol pouting and making a fuss is one of his entertainment.

pay attention to me ; s.coups & woozi

group: seventeen

pairing: choi seungcheol / lee jihoon / reader (male)

synopsis: just because seungcheol’s dating you two doesn’t make him less jealous when you direct your attention to jihoon, even if he always receives your pampering.

genre: fluff

i hope you liked this anon! i think this is a very cute prompt, and i had fun playing with jicheol’s dynamics. i kind of lost inspo if you couldn’t tell though lol... anyways, feedback is always appreciated!! ^^

age order goes as: seungcheol > reader > jihoon

jihoon: i won’t be home until late, so don’t wait up for me [11:58 PM]

that was sent to you and seungcheol four hours ago. seeing how seungcheol had gotten off work at a decent time (if you consider ten-thirty decent) compared to usual, you had assumed it would be the same for jihoon, too. apparently not.

normally, by the time the clock strikes three am, you would be fast asleep, squished between seungcheol and jihoon. but instead, you’re parking your car outside of the pledis building, with seungcheol struggling to stay awake in the passenger seat. “you know, i could’ve driven here instead,” the older offers, yawning.

you roll your eyes, pushing your door open. “don’t be ridiculous. you can barely keep your eyes open, and you’ve worked all day. driving is the least i could do.”

you two step out of your car. after locking it, you begin walking towards the studio. the dim glow of the lamp posts and the faint twinkle of the stars are your only guides to the entryway, and you’re reminded once again just how late it is when you take in your surroundings. not a single sound can be heard, and the sky above you is blanketed black. what in the world is jihoon doing so late?

(well, there’s only one thing he could be doing this late. but most importantly, why? the members of seventeen are supposed to have the weekend off, so he has plenty of time to finish up any projects.)

once seungcheol unlocks the door, you two trudge inside, yawning. it takes a few minutes for you both to find jihoon’s studio, but it isn’t hard to spot. in the dark hallway, there’s only one room lit up, with a blue, fluorescent light splashing its walls. you glance at the small window, and just as you had suspected, your boyfriend is perched on his chair, hunched over his desktop.

luckily his door isn’t locked, so seungcheol twists the doorknob and pulls it open. the intrusion startles jihoon, evident by the way he flinches in his seat. when he spins around, you frown at the weary look on his face. the bright blue of his room highlights his eye bags, and you can see him struggling to stay awake. “what are you two doing here? you should be asleep,” he says.

you stride towards him, eyebrows furrowed. “that’s what we should be saying. do you have any idea what time it is? you’re supposed to be at home with us.” seungcheol nods in agreement, probably too tired to engage himself in a conversation.

“not until i finish this,” the younger protests, gesturing at his monitor. you peek behind him to look at what’s pulled up, and unsurprisingly, there’s a new project loaded up, probably one of the songs he’s working on for seventeen’s next album. “management said i have to get this done by next week.” he glances at the clock. “plus, it’s only three am. i’ve had less sleep.”

“by less sleep you mean no sleep,” you correct, propping your hands on your hips. you almost look the part of a disappointed parent. “that’s so bad for you, you know.”

“hoon, we have this weekend off. you can work on it then,” seungcheol replies, yawning. “come sleep with us. anyone with a pair of eyes can tell that you’re tired.”

jihoon rolls his eyes, but the yawn that leaves his throat is evidence enough. “i’m just fine. i already downed a whole bottle of soda, anyways.”

you tiredly trudge over to him, tugging at his sleeve. he raises a questioning eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything as you drag him over to the couch by the wall. “hoonie, you’ve been up since six am. it’s not good for babies to sleep so late.”

he flushes at the implications, frowning. it ends up looking more like a pout, though, further proving your point. “i’m not a baby. you’re acting like one right now,” he protests.

you pull him onto the couch, arms trapping him. “but you’re the youngest, so you’re the baby. right, cheol?”

instead of agreeing with you, the oldest of you three pouts, flopping down beside you. “that’s no fair, (name). both hoonie and i worked today, so why are you only babying him?” he whines. for someone who’s supposed to be the oldest, he sure craves attention like a child.

you wave a dismissive hand, scooting over so seungcheol has more room. this causes you and jihoon to squish even closer together, and as discomforting as it is for all three of you, no one makes any moves to go to a more comfortable area. but then again, you three usually wound up like this more often than not, so you all stopped minding altogether. “hush, cheol. we cuddled for like, an hour when we were home. hoonie hasn’t had anyone to take care of him yet.”

jihoon rolls his eyes, pressed against your chest. “i’m right here, you know.” as much as he dislikes skinship, he’s too tired to move, and your embrace is comforting, though he’d never admit it.

you hum, snuggling closer to him. “lack of sleep makes babies grouchy. you can worry about your project tomorrow.”

“but-”

“don’t talk back to the adults,” you murmur, dozing off, pressing your forehead against his.

jihoon grumbles, though he doesn’t try to move. “this is crazy. i’m only a year younger than you and seungcheol-hyung. what do you mean don’t talk back to the adults?” he snorts.

when you don’t respond, he can only assume you’ve fallen asleep. he rolls his eyes and cranes his neck to peek at seungcheol. his eyes are also fluttering close, arms firmly wrapped around your waist. sometimes he wonders why you call him the baby when seungcheol is right there, constantly whining for your affection. if anything, he’s the baby of you three.

seeing how he can’t wriggle his way out of here (not that he would. drinking a whole bottle of coke-cola has done nothing to lift his drowsiness), he can do nothing but surrender to your clutches and lay limp in your arms. he closes his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, but hearing your voice in his head makes it a tad difficult.

you’re the youngest, so you’re the baby~

jihoon huffs, glaring at you, who’s oblivious to his piercing eyes. “says the one who always needs to hug something before he sleeps,” he quietly grumbles, poking your cheek.

to his surprise, the subtle motion is enough to stir you awake, and he feels himself heat up when your eyes flutter open. even when you’re tired, you still manage to look breathtaking. “go to sleep, hoonie,” you remind again before dozing back asleep.

when jihoon glances at the clock, the white, neon digits show him that it’s nearly four am. so this is what he ends up doing, but not because you told him to.

jihoon knows that despite your constant babying, you recognize that he’s a functioning adult who’s more than capable of handling responsibilities. even more than you, he might argue. you just have an affectionate nature and make it your sole duty to take care of everyone around you, even if they’re older than you, like seungcheol. plus, you just like calling those younger than you babies. if it weren’t for the fact that you’re only a few months older than him, he would’ve thought you were the oldest of you three.

though he claims to despise your affectionate nature, he’s thankful to have your presence, especially around him and seungcheol. he knows that as the leader of one of the biggest boy groups - both metaphorically and physically - the stress is undoubtedly more burdensome than the ones the other members have. he knows that seungcheol spends more time structuring himself as a strong leader and wise oldest member than as a twenty-five-year-old man who likes music and video-games. which is why he’s grateful that you’re around to give him the pampering and leisure he deserves, reminding him that it’s okay to be taken care of sometimes.

he isn’t mad that you direct most of your pampering at seungcheol. if anything, he’s more than happy, because now you’re there to give him the attention he complains about when he can’t. your presence, for a lack of better words, acts as a balance for you three. but there are times where you choose to baby (read: pester) him, simply because he’s the youngest and needs attention once in a while. your words, not his.

now is one of those moments.

jihoon blinks, staring at the shoe box perched on the table before him. he looks at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you gesture at the shoe box in a flourish, widely grinning like a child who’s won candy. “ta-da!” you exclaim. seungcheol, who had been immersed with a mobile game, is now looking his way, curiously staring at the box. judging from his expression, he guesses he doesn’t know what the contents are, either.

“and what exactly am i looking at?” he asks.

“open it!” you exclaim.

he does as he’s told, lifting up the lid of the box. to his surprise, they’re a pair of black slide-ons. he remembers eyeing a pair a week ago at a mall he had gone to with you and soonyoung, but had dismissed the thought after seeing the number shopping bags soonyoung had on each arm. he isn’t sure if you remembered or if this is a mere coincidence. either way, he’s surprised you bought him a pair of shoes out of the blue.

“what!” seungcheol exclaims. he throws his phone onto the couch, the device bouncing on the cushions. he walks towards you, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “you bought shoes for hoonie, but not for me?”

you roll your eyes. “cheol, you’re the one giving people your credit card information. you’re quite capable of buying your own shoes... actually, you’d buy them, unprompted.”

“but it’s different when it’s a gift,” he whines. “i want you to buy me shoes, too.”

ignoring your whiny boyfriend, you gesture at the sandals. “i saw you looking at them when we were at the mall with soonyoung last week! i know you don’t have a lot of time to go shopping, so i bought them for you,” you explain.

jihoon frowns. he’s the one practically swimming in a pool of money, so he should be the one buying you nice things, not the other way around. “oh... you didn’t have to.”

when he looks up at you, he sees the excitement vanish from your face, being replaced with a pout. seeing you like that makes him wonder why he and seungcheol never try babying you, especially when you have the audacity to look as cute as you do now. “do you not like them? i can always return them and get you something else...”

he practically flies out of his seat, eyes wide. “no!” he blurts. you and seungcheol are startled by the sudden outburst, your eyes mirroring his. “i mean-” he clears his throat, “i like them, i really do. but i should be the one buying you things, not the other way around.”

thankfully, you smile. “don’t worry about it! a baby like you should be bought nice things, even if you probably have better versions of them,” you tease, blowing him an air kiss.

jihoon scoffs. "you know, now that i think about it, you always pay for my things even though you’re the, and i quote, broke college student. what’s up with that?”

“because babies shouldn’t be paying for things.” you size him up, feigning innocence. “are you even allowed to have a debit card?”

seungcheol snorts at your comment, stifling his laughter by burying his head in your shoulder. on the other hand, jihoon’s jaw drops in disbelief. “this is bullying!” he yells, exasperated. “i’m being bullied by my boyfriend. hyung, you can’t be siding with him.”

the older shrugs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “when i do it, you always kick me, but you never do anything when it’s him. it’s so fun, seeing you get all flustered.”

he glares at you both. “i actually hate you two. especially you,” he seethes, pointing at you.

you lean over to whisper in seungcheol’s ear, but you’re side-eyeing him, obviously trying to get him to hear you. “has he been fed yet? you know babies get grouchy when they don’t have food in their system.”

“(name) (last name)!!”

seungcheol knows that like him, you’re usually the oldest in most situations. because of this, taking care of those around you has practically become second nature. making sure everyone around you is healthy and happy has become instinctive, and you’re willing to go through hoops and hurdles just to achieve that. it’s one of the many traits he loves about you.

he’s grateful to have you around to take care of him, but most importantly, he’s glad that there’s someone like you taking care of jihoon. sure, he whines about not being the center of your attention, but he knows that there are times when jihoon needs it more than he does. viewed as the genius producer and leader of the vocal unit of seventeen, there’s no doubt that the pressure he receives to repeatedly produce big hits is unimaginable. though it’s something that the two of them share in common, he knows he would never willingly open up about his thoughts, afraid of burdening the already stressed leader.

thankfully, there’s you, with a warm and loving aura encompassing you. you just have this aura that makes people want to lower their guard, even for those as whole and reserved as jihoon. it undoubtedly helps relieve the tension that the young producer has, even if he claims to hate it.

even if he knows this, though, that doesn’t stop him from wanting all of your attention. you’re the only person jihoon allows to pamper him (even if he denies it), so it’s not surprising that you take every opportunity you get to do so. while it’s fun to see him get riled up, seungcheol can’t help but act bratty when your attention isn’t on him.

on an exceptionally mundane day where the members of seventeen are lounging in the practice room, taking a break after excruciating hours of nonstop dancing, you knock on the door, arms loaded with bags of takeout. a few seconds later, the door swings open, and you’re standing in front of a sweaty chan. “oh, hyung! what brings you here?” he asks, surprised.

“hey chan,” you greet with a smile. he moves to the side, giving you space to enter the room. when you do, you’re greeted by twelve boys who seem equally sweaty and exhausted, who slur their greetings. “i was going to drop off some food for cheol and hoonie, but i figured you guys would be hungry,” you explained, gesturing towards the bags. from the way their eyes light up, you can tell they’re pleased with the surprise. “i have fried chicken, tteokbokki, japchae... just a bit of everything.”

immediately, the thirteen boys gather around you, salivating at the scent wafting out of the bags. “thank you hyung, you didn’t have to do that for us,” dokyeom smiles.

you shrug, seating yourself between seungcheol and jihoon. “it’s the least i could do, don’t worry about it. now eat up! you all are probably starving.”

another chorus of thanks echoes throughout the room, and soon, everyone begins to dig in. as you chat with the other members, catching up on each others’ lives and learning about comeback preparations, you suddenly feel someone pulling you up by the armpits before placing you down on their lap. startled, you crane your neck and see seungcheol, who responds by pecking your forehead. “what was that for?” mingyu asks from across you, voicing your question.

“you haven’t paid attention to me at all,” he murmurs.

you simply hum, leaning forward to stab a piece of fried chicken. you aim the fork at seungcheol’s mouth, who eagerly sweeps in and takes a bite. from the corner of your eye, you can see the other members eyeing you two with disgust. “sometimes i forget this is a three-way relationship, seeing how you both react so differently around (name)-hyung,” seungkwan snorts, scooping more japchae onto his plate. “why can’t you be more like jihoon-hyung? at least he doesn’t whine when (name)-hyung isn’t around every five minutes like you.”

you roll your eyes. “please. hoonie likes it when i baby him, too.” you send him a wink, to which he responds with by rolling his eyes.

“you’re talking nonsense.”

“don’t lie~” you coo, leaning over and ruffling his hair. “our cute baby hoonie~”

above you, seungcheol pouts, resting his chin on your head. “why don’t you ever treat me like that, (name)? this is unfair.”

you add more tteokbokki onto your plate. “it’s fun, seeing both of your reactions. hoonie’s more fun to tease, and it’s fun seeing you get all mopey.” he pouts, though he can’t refute your claims. jihoon does have funnier reactions than he does, and judging by both the amused and unimpressed looks the other members give him, he’s sure that he looks nothing short of glum.

“you know,” wonwoo begins, “i never would’ve imagined that jihoon would’ve gotten together with them. maybe with (name), but not with seungcheol-hyung. you both cling onto him more than to each other, anyways.”

“cheol here just comes to me more because he’s scared of hoonie,” you laugh, patting his thigh. “besides, they have each other when i’m not in the picture.”

“(name), you shouldn’t spoil cheollie so much. he’s already so bratty when you’re not here,” jeonghan sighs. “i’d love to see you tease jihoon more, though. you’re the only person who can get away with it unscathed, anyways.”

both seungcheol and jihoon darken in embarrassment. “shut it, yoon jeonghan,” they snap in unison.

when seungcheol and jihoon wake up one saturday morning, they don’t expect to be clinging onto each other in bed. they also don’t expect you to be awake already, seeing how you’re usually one of the last people to get up.

“where’s (name)?” jihoon groggily asks, scooting closer to an equally tired seungcheol. though he rarely lets seungcheol hold him, his need for warmth overpowers his disdain for skinship.

the older doesn’t seem to mind his sudden touchiness, wrapping an arm around him. “dunno,” he mumbles.

neither of them further questions your disappearance, cuddling closer to each other. they both begin to drift back asleep when the floorboards of the hallway creak, signalling a new presence. the bedroom dear squeaks open, so when they both turn to face the source, they see you tiptoeing your way in. “oh, morning guys,” you whisper, sheepishly smiling. “sorry for waking you two."

“it’s fine,” jihoon yawns, slowly sitting up. beside him, seungcheol turns to dig his face into his pillow, stretching his limbs. “why are you up so early? it’s-” he pauses to glance at the clock, which reads 11:30 am. “okay, maybe it’s not so early. but what are you doing up?”

you shrug. “cheol elbowed my face earlier, and i couldn’t fall back asleep again, so i decided to get out of bed.”

seungcheol turns around and looks at you with guilty eyes, sitting up. “sorry babe,” he apologizes. he grabs your arm and pulls you onto him. “is your pretty face okay?” he asks, rubbing your cheeks.

you thread your fingers through his hair, untangling the knots as jihoon rolls over. “why don’t you come back to bed and sleep some longer? i know how irritable you can get when you don’t get enough sleep.”

you shake your head at his offer. “it’s okay, but thanks.” you reposition yourself so you’re sandwiched between seungcheol and jihoon, which is when they notice the navy apron hanging around your neck. “i made food not long ago, it should be warm still. come eat with me.” you wriggle your way out of the human sandwich, standing up again. “get up, lazy bums!”

“kiss me first,” seungcheol jeers like the brat he is.

you lean in close until your breath fans his lips. when he looks like he’s going to reciprocate, you move your lips last minute and peck his forehead instead. “brush your teeth first, brat. your breath smells like ass.” before you leave, you swiftly move your head and place a kiss on jihoon’s cheek, running out of the bedroom before either of them can do anything about it.

half an hour later, jihoon steps out of the bedroom and trudges into the kitchen. seungcheol’s still in the bathroom washing up. when he rounds the corner, he nearly screams to see you so close to him. you take this opportunity to wrap your arms around him and lift him up, to which he responds with a yelp. “put me down!” he shrieks.

you pay no mind to his shrieking, walking towards the counter. you plop down on a stool and seat him on your lap. he’s still squirming, but your grip is tight, so his fidgeting proves futile. “good morning, my baby~”

for someone who claims to hate the nickname, he always flushes a pretty red when you or seungcheol use it. even after getting together, he still isn’t used to it. “how many times do i have to tell you to not call me a baby? i’m only a year younger than you.”

“then what should i call you then?” you pucker your lips, which are met with jihoon’s palm. “my liege? my love? which do you prefer?” you flirt.

his blush darkens, and he can only look away in embarrassment. “shut up.”

your laugh is so loud it hurts his ears, but it’s endearing and true, something he never gets tired of listening to. “our baby is so cute when he’s flustered~”

“is today a bully seungcheol or a bully jihoon day, i wonder?” a voice in front of you asks. he cranes his neck as much as he can and sees seungcheol pouting in front of you two, bangs wet. “do i not get this treatment because i’m the oldest?

you stick your tongue out at him before flicking his forehead. “come on, let’s eat! you two took forever.” fortunately, seungcheol pulls out a stool for jihoon to sit on, so he’s all too eager to hop away from your clutches.

you’re sitting across from the duo, who are seated beside each other. the kitchen is mostly silent, save for the clinking of utensils. it isn’t when seungcheol takes a bite from an egg that you notice a band-aid plastered near his chin. “did you hurt yourself?” you ask, aiming your fork at his wound.

he absentmindedly runs a finger against the band-aid. “oh, this? i was shaving earlier and accidentally cut myself,” he explains. he gauges your reaction, from your furrowed eyebrows to worried eyes. just then, he lets out a cry, startling you and jihoon. “oh (name), it hurts~”

you laugh at his silliness, while jihoon snorts. “you’re so embarrassing. gosh (name), this is what happens when you spoil him too much. one single mishap and he comes running to you with fake tears. look at the monster you’ve created.”

you glance at seungcheol, and the mischievous smirk on your lips only spells for disaster. “cheol-ah, you were just fine a moment ago. i think you’re strong enough to handle a tiny cut, aren’t you?”

normally he would never allow for someone to question his strength, but when it comes to you, all he wants is your pampering, even if he makes himself look like a fool in the process. “don’t tease me, (name)~ don’t take jeonghan’s words so seriously!”

you laugh, recalling your friend’s words. you love to indulge your boyfriends, though teasing them is also fun, too. you used to only tease jihoon with your sickening babying, but seeing how seungcheol whines only fuels your mischievous nature. “i think you can handle it, cheol.” changing the topic, you smile at jihoon. “how’s the food? i think i did a good job for someone with abysmal cooking skills.”

“babe~” he whines.

“the food’s good, although your chopping skills could use some work,” jihoon comments, poking at an unevenly cut tomato.

you snort. “i’m cooking for you guys, not gordon ramsay. as long as it tastes good, it should be fine.”

“this is bullying.”

you turn to face seungcheol, who’s still pouting. “why don’t you ask hoonie?”

“because he’s going to say no. or worse, he’ll kick my shins.”

you laugh, getting up to refill your water. before you enter the kitchen, you cup seungcheol’s face and press a chaste kiss on his band-aid. “there. happy?”

the dopey, lovesick look he gives you is answer enough, and as confident and nonchalant as you are when it comes to flirting, you can feel butterflies swarming in your stomach. it never gets less exhilarating, knowing you have him wrapped around your finger. “suddenly, my cut doesn’t hurt anymore.”

jihoon gags. “disgusting.”

“you like it when we’re disgusting,” you mumble, pressing a kiss on his hair. before he can react, you swoop down and squish his cheeks, leaning in to press your lips together. he makes a disgruntled noise, though he doesn’t make any attempts to pry your hands off or to move away. when you pull away, a satisfied smile rests on your lips. “see? i knew you liked it when i babied you.”

you move your hands away from his face and lay them atop his hair. on the other hand, seungcheol squishes your cheeks together and begins peppering kisses on your face, drawing out little giggles from you. below you, jihoon frowns, folding his arms. “you’re so annoying. i could step on your toes if i wanted to.”

“if you wanted to,” you reiterate, turning your head so seungcheol doesn’t muffle your words with his lips. “key word is if, my dear. you would never actually hurt me, our cute baby.”

seungcheol relinquishes his attacks, sitting back onto the stool. “i wonder what would happen if i called him that?” he wonders out loud. suddenly, he squishes jihoon’s cheek, mirroring the fond look you always give them. “our cute baby jihoonie~”

right when he does this, seungcheol decides then that is the first and last time he’ll ever try to baby jihoon again - at least, if he wants to stay unharmed. pampering is more of your forte, anyways.

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