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bubblegyu00 · 1 month

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zb1 as boyfriends 💋

a/n: thought i'd do one for jebe too 😋 YURA YURA BABY BABY also this is very rushed....

not proofread !

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• jiwoong

boyfriend jiwoong is so " yes love? honey. sweetheart. princess " he's so perfect wtf

this man would be randomly talking and say " i would die for you " and mean that shit from the bottom of his heart

i feel like he's very manly and mature but he can not drink an ounce of alcohol or he's wasted. but when he's drunk he's genuinely the cutest thing ever. will cling onto you and giggle like a little kid but you can't even be mad at him because you love him sm

SUCH a gentleman. i don't even need to elaborate on this.

he's so husband material like i would drop my whole life for him to put a ring on my finger

loves loves loves to spoil you on holidays

" i bought you a present! "

" it's the 4th of july jiwoong... and you're korean. "

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• hanbin

please do not even get me started with this man.

boyfriend!hanbin will literally revolve his whole world around you. if you think he adores that hamster plushie... take that times 1000 and that's his adoration for you

if he could take you on his tours he would. it literally tears him apart that he can't see you for that long of a period of time.

whenever he can't see you starts to literally hear your voice. he'll call you to get a flight to wherever he's at because he thinks he's delusional and needs to see you before he goes insane

will be your number one supporter at award shows, but when the camera pans to him he acts like he wasn't just screaming your fanchant

will do all of your chores for you even if you don't ask him to

" what're you doing? "

" sweeping "

" hanbin did you not just see me sweep the whole house? "

" well yeah but like- "

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• zhanghao

boyfriend!zhanghao is so RGRBRBRHRHRGRGRH

if anyone of your fans goes to a " your biggest fan " contest, they're all losing because zhanghao is winning immediately

honestly was your biggest fan before you two started dating. he made the biggest foul out of himself when he saw you

like the guy started stuttering, turning red, and sweating profusely. you thought it was cute so you just started teasing him more

he's still a little intimidated by you, but he doesn't stutter, turn red, or sweat profusely. ( unless you start making out, cus then he basically has a stroke )

zhanghao is definitely the second best kisser. idk why it's just something about him.... like his lips also just look so soft ( does it show that i dream about him all the time? )

the amount of stuff he knew about you before you started dating is basically stalker level but it's okay cus you're obsessed too.

you two are the most judgmental people i've ever seen oml. like someone will pass by and you'll look at eachother and give them the most vile look ever made. like if i slipped up in front of you two id probably cry

" ew wtf look it's her "

" omg wasn't she the friend that dumped that one guy for no reason "

" yup "

" gross "

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• matthew

boyfriend!matthew is so cute he makes me want to do a backflip into a pool of lava ( nichole wtf )

but anyways he's actually so perfect and sweet and perfect and also sweet with some perfect mixed in

wants to be in your arms 24/7, it literally kills him when he has to leave every morning for work. like he genuinely starts tweaking out

every time he goes to canada to visit his family, he takes you too because his mom and sister ADORE you sm. like whenever you're over his mom cooks a whole feast and will talk your ear off, but it's okay cus you love her

will be texting you with the stupidest smile on his face, it makes the members wanna gag. but he dosent notice cus he's to busy typing words to describe how much he misses you

the boys WILL NOT under any circumstances get too close to you or matthew will talk their ears off

" did you just touch her? "

" i passed her the remote?! "

" you know what gunwook i'm so sick and tired of- "

and then he rants for two hours.

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• taerae

boyfriend!taerae is soooo bestie boo, like he is literally your hype man

i also think that taerae is basically a mindreader... like you could be craving something and two seconds later there's taerae at the door with whatever it is you wanted. or if you wanted to call him, he'd call you right before you even turn on your phone to call him

quite literally spams your company's emails to let you do a dance challenge tiktok together. and when i say spam, i mean this man genuinely sent them 5000 slideshows as to why you should do the challenge together

absolutely can not go two sentences without bringing you up. the members could literally be talking about plants and he would make it have to do something with you

sometimes he'll wake up and wonder how in the world he pulled you. like he genuinely thinks he is the chosen one because he thinks your so 😍

he loves when you compliment his singing sm. he literally wants to cry every time you tell him how beautiful his voice is, because he only needs your validation, not anyone else's

he's so obsessed with your scent. like he buys your perfume in bulk, and sprays it on his sheets and pillows

" just bought a hundred bottles of your perfume. "

" yeah and now they're all sold out rae "

" that sucks cus im not sharing. "

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• ricky

boyfriend!ricky is claimed by me. no like i genuinely have him moved into my house and everything

he's the #1 kisser. like his make out game is STRONG omfg. he's literally just a natural wtf. like he doesn't even have a lot of experience, he's just so good at kissing it's wild

this man would probably try to buy you the world if you said you wanted it. but the thing about quanrui is that you could ask him for boba or something, and he'd buy you the whole franchise

whenever you're apart, he'll call you when you're about to go to sleep, and he won't even turn off the lights until he hears your soft snores

unpopular opinion—i believe that ricky is honestly really shy when it comes to you. like if you tell him that you love him, he'll get shy and clingy and while hide in the crook of your neck

his favorite thing in the world is when your laying in between his legs with your head on his chest. he'll play with your hair until you fall asleep

that's another thing about ricky; he feels guilty when he falls asleep first, because he hates the fact that you're lying awake basically alone

he's so delusional, he literally will lie in bed and plan out your wedding

" oh and your ring is gonna be soooo pretty baby "

" oh yeah? "

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• gyuvin

boyfriend!gyuvin oh god.... yes those are tears you see in my eyes 😰

gyuvin likes to mess around and tease his members, but when it comes to you he's the sweetest, softest thing you've ever met

he gets sososo shy when you compliment his on his appearance at all. no like he genuinely covers his face and gets all smiley

the members always make fun of him because whenever you're around, he turns into this giant clingy simp

he honestly is really good about communication. like he absolutely will not let you go to sleep angry

do not break up with him. if you break up with him i'm pretty sure he'd go genuinely insane. he'd also be one of those stalker exes.....

you haven't seen clingly until you've met kim gyuvin. he literally wants to be physically attached to you at all times

" no come back! "

" gyu we've been cuddling for like six hours straight?!"

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• gunwook

oh how i love boyfriend!gunwook....

gunwook is lowkey SUCH a gentleman. like if you two were on a date outside and it was sunny, he'd put a hand over your head to keep your eyes from hurting. or if your shoes were untied, he'd tie them without even thinking.

has you as his lockscreen and smiles every time he checks the time, or opens his phone ( it's a picture of you sleeping )

he buys you soooo many stuffed animals, but they're all teddy bears, and they're all named gunwook #1-#203. yeah... he really loves buying you plushies..

loves going to the arcade with you, cus he think you're so adorable when you're competitive/focused

you genuinely make him soooo happy and he smiles every time he looks at you. he could literally be having the worst day he's ever had, but the minute you walk in he has the biggest smile on his face

please compliment him or he'll cry. like your validation is a top priority, just like taerae. so if he's been working on his choreo extra and you notice, he's literally skipping around like a child

he definitely falls for your traps all the time

" do you think i look good today?? "

" yes of course baby "

" good not great? do you not even love me any more?! "

" WHAT?! "

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• yujin

boyfriend!yujin is soooo confusing.

i say this because you minute he's bullying you, and the next he's cuddled up with you on the couch watching a movie

i think that he loves and adores you so much it confuses him sometimes since you two a young, and he dosent know what to do with himself

he's not the best at expressing his feeling and you have to understand that. he sometimes feels really bad when he treats you cold, but he doesn't want to admit it

but when he's in a good mood, he treats you so well. like he honestly treats you like you're royal

he sometimes has to ask his hyungs for advice because he doesn't know how to be a boyfriend. but he really tries that's all that matters

but yet again, when he's in a good mood he's clingy and smiley and won't let you out of his grasp for more than two minutes

" where are you going? :( "

" yujin i have to go pee "

" do you REALLY have to pee? "

" uhm.... yes "

" are you sure? "

" yujin- "

#bubblegyu00 #kpop #zb1 #zerobaseone

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dreamerawaken · 2 months

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I saw some friends using this template from @/cloudysunflowr and decided to give it a go!!

More details of Dreamy's relationships under 'Read More'! (Please give it a read, I worked very hard on this for days...!)

Dreamy first met everyone when Julie organized a sleepover over Home's, as Wally had never been into one. They all gathered, brought snacks, board games, movies, and had a blast!

What stood out, however, was a brand new bat plush Sally had purchased from Howdy. Everyone found the bat super soft and cute, so they played with it as if it was part of the sleepover.

But when the clock struck 10, they were all astonished when the plush became alive! She thanked them for being so friendly towards her, and once the shock wore off, the new neighbor taught her new friends more sleepover games!

And since then, Dreamy became the official 'Sleepover Organizer' of the neighborhood!

Dreamy Sleepy - Wally Darling and Home: Bedtime Stories' Enthusiasts!

"Goodnight, Dreamy! (...?) Yeah, I wanted to tell you that before bed. And since you don't have a phone... (...) No, it's alright, I don't mind walking outside when it's bed time. (...?) Oh, read Home and I some books? I'd like that. You're the most, Dreamy."

Dreamy has a calm, polite relationship with Wally. She cares for him and is always happy to help him out when she's up and about in the neighborhood.

He's the first neighbor she visits nightly to ensure Wally won't leave Home while looking for her, as she is afraid he can get lost in the dark- it happened once!

^Since then, she pays them visits so that Wally can tell her 'Goodnight' every night. He's happy he can do it in person.

Dreamy loves reading bedtime stories for both Wally and Home, and she tries to bring different books each night.

If she can't bring a new story, she'll try to make one on the spot, and Wally will sometimes try to add a situation in her narrations- though this only causes the story to get off the rails. Dreamy quite enjoys working her way around Wally's inputs, however.

She knows Wally doesn't sleep, but she wants to ensure he's relaxed through the night to feel some degree of rested come morning.

^Sometimes she'll even offer him her sleeping mask so that his eyes get to rest as well, in case he forgets to keep them closed!

Wally was the first to learn that Dreamy doesn't eat! Instead, she holds plastic food up to her lips and describe the flavor of what she 'eats'- Wally finds this fascinating because he gets to learn about flavors with her.

Wally likes counting the stitches in her ears, but he gets distracted after a while and instead names things that matches the colors of her wings.

He tried painting hearts on her face one time, but found out Dreamy is quite ticklish, so the hearts ended up looking more like flowers.

Dreamy Sleepy - Barnaby B. Beagle: Puppy Love at First Laugh.

"Hey, Dreamy, ya seem a bit down layin' there on the ground! Seems like an off spot to catch Z's, those usually float above your head!... Haha, what a tough crowd we have this morning,,. Say, how about you come with me while I do some warm ups for my stand up routine? You could be my first VIP: Very Important Plush!"

Dreamy was a little apprehensive of Barnaby at first, as she thought he liked getting under people's skin.

One day, however, Barbany found Dreamy in her plush form lying don't on the ground, and dirtied up. He cleaned her with his tie and made no big deal about it, saying: 'I have plenty of spares for tonight's show, anyways'. He then left her on a comfy bench and carried on his way after saying goodbye.

The next time this happened, he figured to bring her along to one of his stand-ups. He told joke after joke, and while she couldn't physically laugh, Dreamy had the time of her life watching Barnaby showcasing his thinking process when coming up with quips and puns!

^Dreamy had to wait till night to go apologize to Barnaby for not laughing, due to being unable to speak while being a stuffed toy. Barnaby didn't mind it, and was content knowing that she had fun nonetheless. That's when she realized how kind the beagle comedian truly was.

It became routine for Dreamy to visit Barnaby after his stand-ups, just to tell him her favorite jokes of the day, even if he was booed on stage. If asked, she'd tell you she found his comedic skills delightful.

During one visit, Barnaby made a little joke that caused Dreamy to guffaw, and he was thrilled to discover that some squeaks would slip between her giggles! It quickly became his favorite laugh, and he settled on making her laugh more often, even gently teasing her by calling her 'Squeaks'.

Dreamy, however, felt insecure because she wasn't certain if he was messing with her. She began to laugh a little more quieter and guarded, hoping that would keep the squeaks down. But Barnaby noticed the change right away and when he figured out the reason, he decided to be sincere and told her how adorable her real laugh was to him, and apologized for not being clear about it.

After this event, the two began to grow closer as friends, realizing they may have developed a crush on the other, yet neither acting on it.

Barnaby appreciates how kind Dreamy is to Wally and he enjoys hanging out with the two of them.

Barnaby once tried nibbling on Dreamy's ear as a playful gesture, but all he got was a wing to the face in response. Dreamy apologized and he learned the lesson. He decided to boop her nose instead whenever he felt like teasing her.

When she visits him at night after he had a bit of a rough day, Dreamy would sing him a lullaby. It always relaxes him to hear her voice.

Dreamy Sleep - Frank Frankly: You are a Curious Fellow.

"Hmm, now, how did you get inside my net, Dreamy? Last I checked, it is not designed for stuffed bats... oh, well, I don't see why you can't come along. Who knows? Maybe we'll find a rare butterfly, or a beetle, or both!"

Frank and Dreamy's relationship is nothing out of the ordinary- they are respectful to each other, though they both think the other is a bit odd! A bat plush that comes to life at night? A frowny grey puppet in such a lively, colorful neighborhood?

Despite this, they have nothing against the other, and they help each other out quite often! If Dreamy is found at an unusual or dangerous spot, Frank is usually the first to take her somewhere safe. And if there is a bug Frank can't find during night time, Dreamy will locate it for them.

^Frank asks Dreamy to illustrate the bugs she finds, but she's not an artist; best she can do is a little wobbly scribble. To make up for her lack of skills, she adds notes upon notes of details about the bugs she finds.

Dreamy appreciates Frank's baking skills, and loves their most colorful creations- such as mosaic and rainbow jellies! She once wondered if making a sleeping mask jelly would be possible, but Frank gently pointed out: "It would become a bright, sticky mess on your pillows and face!"

Frank didn't know Dreamy could still hear them even as a plush, so they were embarrassed when they recalled how many times they let out their frustrations with her around- Dreamy assured them that she didn't mind, and that they could keep doing it if it helped.

^Since then, she leaves lavender bouquets around Frank's house to help them relax.

Dreamy Sleepy - Julie Joyful: The 'Slumber Party Official Committee'!

"DREAMY! Oh, proper timing! I was JUST wondering when my first-in-command would show up to check our latest plans for the upcoming sleepover! Now, hear me out: it'll be at Poppy's place, so we need to play 'safe', yet fun games! What do you suppose we- oh!"

(Dreamy tumbles down into a pillow, which causes more pillows to fall, only they land in such way they form a tent of sorts over her plushie body.)

"...Pillow Forts? That's BRILLIANT! Oh, oh! And blankets! And futons! This won't be just a fort, we'll make a CASTLE!!"

As stated above, Dreamy was assigned the 'Sleepover Organizer' upon her discovery, by none other than Julie herself! And since the Sleepover Organizer needed backup during daylight hours, Julie offered herself for aid, thus creating the 'Slumber Party Official Committee'!

Dreamy enjoys humoring Julie's antics, after all, she wants to see her new friends having fun as well. And while most of the plannings are done by Julie herself, Dreamy always leaves notes for her at night, giving her insights and how to improve certain ideas.

It's no secret Julie loves games, specially when it comes to playing “Business Woman in the Big City”. One time Julie asked Dreamy, in her plush form, to play as the 'Boss' of the company, the same one that tells Julie they go bankrupt so that she can play her skit.

^That same night, Dreamy told Julie she didn't enjoy that game, because she disliked seeing her friends in distress, even if it was faked. Julie apologized and promised to find games better suited for Dreamy, which made them closer as friends.

Julie loves strapping Dreamy's plush form to her hair! And she carries her around like to play all sorts of fun games, such as tag, hopscotch, jump the rope, and more!

^When asked about the hair thing, Julie merely replies. "It's to make her feel tall, silly!"

Julie also seems to enjoy being hugged by Dreamy, as she claims her wings are the best blankets around the neighborhood (and they are)!

^Dreamy doesn't mind lending a wing to Julie in order to help her fall asleep.

Dreamy Sleepy - Eddie Dear: One finger-friendly Crafts.

"Where are those scissors? I swear I put em' somewhere 'round- ah! Dreamy! Did I cover ya'll up with the papers? 'M so sorry about that, Velvet- I've been all over the place tryin' to come up with a new craft to work with durin' my off hours an' all... hey, come to think of it, I learned a while ago howta make paper bats! How 'bout I make a few, just for ya?"

Dreamy feels close to Eddie, platonicly! She considers him a wonderful friend, for he's caring and always helping others.

Eddie is always delighted to show Dreamy his new ideas for crafts, and demonstrates her where to fold, cut, and stick the papers so that she can make it herself! Only problem: Come night time, she might most likely forget all the details... oh, and also, she only has one finger on each wing.

^When he noticed this, he apologized a LOT- to the point Dreamy had to grab his face to tell him to stop, and assure him she wasn't mad. He then decided to make 'one finger-friendly' crafts for her, and also left step-by-step guides!

Dreamy feels very soft and soothing to the touch, which is the reason Eddie calls her 'Velvet'.

^He knows this because he tends to carry her around his office while he's talking out loud. And he talks a lot to her, it helps him focus but also brings him comfort to have a friend lending an ear.

Dreamy doesn't have a nickname for Eddie, she just calls him 'Dearie' like she does to everyone else, but sometimes she calls him 'Dearie Dear'.

When Eddie returns to the office, he can find little notes left behind by Dreamy, thanking him for his hard work and letting him know how much she appreciate their (one-sided) talks during the day.

^Sometimes there's a little paper figure as well! Albeit a little clumsily made, but he adores them all the same.

Best way to get Eddie to fall asleep after a long day of hauling heavy packages? Give him a shoulder massage! And if you've got Dreamy's touch, he'll be out faster than you can say lickity split!

Dreamy Sleepy - Sally Starlet: We Shall Perform 'Sleeping Beauty'!

"Now, this is the moment of truth! After facing many dangerous trials, defeating the evil dragon and chasing off the malevolent witch, the prince finally reached sleeping beauty's chamber! With a true love kiss, the prince may finally-! ...What's that, Walliford? Oh. No, of course, you can kiss her cheek. That's fine- Ahem! With a true love's cheek kiss, the prince may finally awake her from her slumber...!"

(Wally kisses Dreamy's plush cheek, though it's more like him saying 'muah!' outloud. Just in cue, as a clock strikes 10, Dreamy awakens and sits up, yawning softly.)

"The princess is awake! Oh, rejoice, for our hero has saved the kingdom from peril! Now together, they shall rule the kingdom with kindness and fair justice, bringing many years of peaceful bliss to their people- The End!"

(While Sally talks, Dreamy is sleepily rubbing her eye while Wally plays with the feather attached to his hat.)

Dreamy doesn't like Sally's cooking, even though she can't eat it. But she doesn't have the heart to tell Sally that sponge cake is not, in fact, made of sponges.

Sally loves singing alongside Dreamy, even if it makes her a little drowsy. Sally is a better singer since she can perform different music genre, while Dreamy only knows lullabies.

Sally always tries to implement Dreamy in her plays, with the bat's biggest role being that of sleeping beauty! Once she figured Dreamy awakens at 10PM, Sally made a play that perfectly timed both Dreamy and her character's awakening for an extra special effect!

^Dreamy has also starred as a tree, a bee, a mouse (she didn't like this one) and a bundled baby.

Sally calls Dreamy's characters in her plays 'Dreamarina', says it's far more elegant and fetching!

Dreamy helps Sally sleep by crafting a star projector. It's a lamp she surrounded with punctured paper to shape stars and planets (with the help of Eddie!).

Dreamy Sleepy - Howdy Pillar: NOT for Sale!

"Special deal of today! An unique darling- for there is only one in stock- who will be the perfect company while you enjoy a bowl of cereal! Or a nice mug of coffee! Maybe even keep you company while you do chores like- that's right! Scrubbing the dishes with a sponge! You heard me! She'll be the best companion for ANY occasion! Just look at the lovely colors of her wings, that charming little smile, those expertly-made stitches! And she can be YOURS if you purchase any of the items I previously mentioned!"

(The Next day...)

"What do you *mean* I sold you an actual person, Sally???"

As stated above, Howdy sold Dreamy in her plush form by accident.

(^This is how Dreamy Sleepy is first introduced to the Neighborhood, but her origins are unknown.)

^Since then, Dreamy isn't too fond of Howdy. She forgave him once he apologized, though.

Dreamy has no need to buy things- mainly due to not having a house of her own to keep them, but she also doesn't require food, so she always denies getting anything from Howdy's.

^Howdy takes it as a personal challenge, because he would! He's the best seller in town! And he will find a way to make a difficult client find an item that they can't resist to buy!

Dreamy tries to be polite and listens to everyone when they speak to her, but Howdy talks for SO long, and a touch too loud as well- she knows why he does it, but she can get fatigued due to the strain her ears go through by listening to him.

^She doesn't like it, but Dreamy tries to avoid Howdy because she has no idea how to ask him to stop AND be polite about it at the same time. Specially since he seems so happy to tell her all about his sales and disccounts.

However, not everything is tension between them. There's very few instances in which they can have a normal conversation, mostly when Dreamy purchases snacks from the caterpillar for her sleepover parties, usually by reciting poetry.

^Rumor has it she said a joke so good, Howdy gave her freebies! Barnaby has since tried to coax Howdy to tell it to him, but he hasn't been lucky.

Dreamy likes organizing Howdy's shelves sometimes, right before he goes to bed. He appreciates her help but Dreamy doesn't quite understand why the items have to be facing a certain way. Howdy just lets her do her thing and come morning he'll reorganize everything himself.

Dreamy helps Howdy rest by making sure he's well snugged in his bed- you know how the saying goes! She doesn't use a rug, though.

Dreamy Sleepy - Poppy Partridge: Of Feathers and Blankets.

"Dreamy! Oh, I'm so glad to see you awake at last, what happened to you? Why were you injured?? (...?) I-I found you earlier, with a ripped stitch! I did my best to fix it, but I was so worried while I waited for you to come around... (...) You caught a stitch on a branch and didn't notice? Dreamy, sweetie, you need to be more careful! W-what if your wing fell off? (...) Ah... no need to thank me, I'm just glad you're OK..."

(Dreamy points at a crochet blanket Poppy is working on.)

"The blanket? Oh! I began to knit while I waited for you, to get distracted... (...?) Of course you can help! Here, could you hold the yarn for me, please?"

They have a tight-knit friendship! (Get it?)

Poppy is usually anxious about everyone's safety, so Dreamy's calm nature is a welcoming change. She makes sure Poppy's feathers won't get too ruffled when considering 'what-if' scenarios by gently coaxing her into happier, comfier thoughts.

^Though, sometimes Dreamy needs to have a stitch mended or a tear patched, and there is no better suited person for the job than Poppy! But she always feels bad about worrying her friend, so she tries to make it up by helping the large bird around the house.

Dreamy doesn't know how to sew, but Poppy noticed she has a knack for organizing patches, strings, yarns and so, explaining that a clear space is necessary to lower stress.

^Poppy has since then asked Dreamy for help when planning out a new patchwork project. Mostly on how to organize the square patches, since Dreamy is unable to sew herself.

If Dreamy happens to be in her plush form, Poppy will always place her down on a seat opposite of her, surrounded with cushions, scarves and other soft materials to ensure the plush won't lose balance and injure herself while she works on her knitting.

Dreamy always brings Poppy a warm cup of chamomille tea before bed, not hot, however, since she doesn't want her friend to worry about the risks of boiling water. They have long talks, with Dreamy gently chasing Poppy's night terrors away so that she can sleep with a calm mind.

^Poppy treasures her bond with Dreamy because the bat goes out of her way to protect her, just as the bird does for the rest of their neighbors.

#batmun's art #Only Dreamy's headshot tho!!! The rest was made by the talented Cloudy!#I did type a lot aaaa but hope you enjoy my ramblings!! I had fun thinking about how she interacts w/ everyone!!#Dreamy Sleepy #welcome home arg #welcome home oc #welcome home #Also there was no teal color so I gave it to Howdy's text. Sorry Poppy!

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average-giant-kissing-enjoyer · 9 months

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G/t July #11: Melancholy

I could tell she'd been crying.

It was harder to see the signs in such small eyes, but I knew Laura well. The color of her cheek, the quiver in her voice, the way she lay crumpled up in her little bed. She'd been crying hard.

"I'm home, love," I said. She didn't respond, which I expected. "How was your day?"

Laura planted her face in her pillow. Every day she said less and less. We'd both been brave at first, but as the time dragged on with no hope of a cure for her shrinking, she withdrew just a little more. God, how I missed her.

I leaned over the little dollhouse, letting my shadow darken her room. "I'm going to make dinner. What would you like?"

"Go away," she said.

"Come on, you need to eat something."

Laura's voice was raw. "Please just leave me alone. Leave me forever. Let me weep for everything I've lost."

I started to reach down into the dollhouse but stopped partway, my hand hovering just above her prone form. "May I hold you?" I asked. It was very important to ask, I'd learned. She no longer trusted me to treat her gently. It didn't matter how much I tried to be soft with her, she still treated me like a monster. Sure, she didn't say that and she tried not to show it, but I knew. Six years we were married before she lost her size, so I'd learned to read her pretty well. "Let's cry together. Please say yes or no."

"Fine," she groaned. "Like I can stop you anyway."

"Hey, cut that out," I said, a little sharply. "You absolutely can stop me. Just say the word. Please, I love you. What can I do to convince you?"

Wordlessly she reached a hand into the air, waving it around in search of mine. I knew what that meant. Carefully I reached down and scooped her up, laying her gently face-down in my palm. A memory crossed my mind, the first time I held her in my hand like this. There was something beautiful and serene about that day. Laura and I felt a connection we'd never had before - my trembling fear of overwhelming her, and her eventually giving in to trust me. To be honest, I liked that feeling, and I think Laura did too. But it was only fun for a while. What if this was going to be forever?

I laid down on my bed and placed my wife onto my chest, tenderly holding her against me, making myself her bed and her blanket. She was shaking. Crying.

"Laura?"

She didn't answer. I stroked her back with my finger. Maybe that was enough.

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #agke microfic #sfw gt #g/t july #gentle giant

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innytoes · 2 months

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Stop flirting with yourself in the mirror, Reggie + any (Flynn? Carrie? Anyone? I can't choose)

Reggie wasn't quite sure why he was invited to girls night when all the other guys - even Alex, who liked pink and pop music and dancing - were banned. Maybe because he had Serious Opinions in the Team Jess versus Team Dean versus Team Logan debate. Maybe because he was basically Julie's unofficial brother and Ray's favourite child and he was always over at the Molina house anyway. Maybe because he liked butterflies and glitter.

What started as sleepovers and movie nights as teenagers evolved into clubbing once they hit their twenties. (And then sleepovers and movies later. Romcoms were way better when you were three fruity cocktails in and had stopped to grab greasy take out on the way home.)

Also, he loved playing Fake Boyfriend for all the girls. It meant they could dance more freely, without guys bothering them, and sometimes it meant that people thought he had three girlfriends at once which was hilariously good for his ego. Even though Julie was like, kind of his sister, which, you know, gross.

"What do you think?" Julie asked, coming out of the bedroom where the girls were getting ready. She was wearing a pretty dress, all shiny sequins, and a pair of black sneakers with white doodles that would light up perfectly under the black light.

"I think Tía would have a heart attack if she saw you wear that," he said, shooting her some finger guns. "You look like a sparkly disco ball in the best way. Those sneakers are going to pop. "

Flynn was out next, and he gave an enthusiastic attempt at beatboxing so she could walk down the catwalk to show off her outfit, some tight faux-leather pants and an eye-popping neon crop top over a mesh body suit. He applauded at her flourish and pose at the end. "You look like a fashion model!" he said, and she grinned. "We're not going to even get to the club before you're swarmed by fashion bloggers! They're going to crown you their queen."

"You look..." she eyed him. "The same."

"Hey!" Reggie pouted. "I spent like forty-five minutes on my hair!" Okay, so he was just in his usual ripped jeans and black tank top, but like, the clubs got hot. He wanted to get his groove on with the girls, so the leather jacket was out. He was still debating if he should wrap his flannel around his waist or not. Even though chances were if he did, one of the girls would be wearing it home because he was a gentleman.

"And it looks perfect, babygirl," Flynn said, and he didn't care if there was a sarcastic undertone to it, he beamed. "But you are not Club Ready. Hold on, let me grab some eye-liner."

And it was only because of many, many Girls Nights that Reggie had perfected sitting perfectly still without flinching while people poked sharp things near his eyes.

But when Flynn was done, well, he looked Good. Like, good good. Like sexy brooding punk who had a secret soft side good. He completely missed Carrie's grand entrance, he was so busy making faces at himself in the mirror.

"Stop flirting with yourself in the mirror, Reginald," Carrie said, impatiently tapping her foot so he could turn around and give her her deserved accolades.

So he did, turning around and beaming. Carrie was, of course, in all pink, a tight dress and heels that Reggie had no idea how she could dance in, and the perfect amount of highlighter on her face. Her lips were all wet and shiny looking from her sparkly lipgloss, and Reggie tried not to think about how kissable they looked.

"You look really pretty," he blurted out, which wasn't anywhere close to his usual over the top cheer squad pep-talks.

Except Carrie didn't seem put out at all. Instead she was staring at his eyes, his eyeliner. "You do too."

Behind him, he heard Flynn and Julie high five, and he couldn't even be mad about it. Maybe if tonight went well, he wouldn't have to play fake boyfriend to Carrie anymore.

#julie and the phantoms #carriexreggie #make reggie a molina 2kalways #fanfic #flynn taylor #julie molina #reggie peters #carrie wilson #I wrote a thing #reggie does indeed get to go to girls night because he has opinions on Gilmore Girls and the others do not #also can you imagine Reggie to some loser at the club like: yeah I'm dating all three of them #and Flynn just shouts: HE HAS A HUGE DICK AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT #(and once Carrie is dating Reggie Flynn is like: okay but spill does he have a big dick and know how to use it)#(while Julie goes LALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU)

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Flashin’ Lights In A Midst of Darlin’ Nights (3/?)

A fated encounter in The City of Lights changed the lives of an actor and singer forever. And with those darlin’ nights comes even more delights.....

Synopsis: Will Poulter can count on his hands the amount of times he’s been rendered speechless, yet that was until he met singer-songwriter EmJaye. He soon finds himself speechless and dazzled every time he’s in her presence. For Mahalia-Joy, Will hooked her in with his quintessentially British banter. However, in this ruthless industry, a couple needs more to hold onto besides quick laughs and simple awe.

Pairings: Will Poulter x EmJaye (Mahalia-Joy Washington)

Warnings: cursing, adult content, mentions of drugs/alcohol. (Rated 18+)

Taglist: @vargskelegore, @pocfansmatter, @afro-hispwriter, @unfriendlyblkhotti3, @sarcasticmrfox, @blackpearlbutterfly, @melancholymelanin, @mochachocolatteyaya, @goldentriostan, @multi-culti-girl, @chaneajoyyy, @mauvecherie-writes, @4ftwonder, @jasmindaughteroftheworld, @valkryienymph, @colorfullydone, @earl-aive, @queenshikongo3, @blackreaderatrisk, @pulparindos, @cocobutterqwueen, @xsweetdellzx, @certifiedlesbianbaddie, @realhotgurlshit, @aieshawilliams2001, @imatrisk

A/N: I do not know Will or his family personally. This is solely fiction and any similarities are coincidental. EmJaye was previously mentioned in a Yahya fic, but her character arc is completely different/changed to fit this fic. Thank you all so much for showing me love for this story! I missed writing and I’m happy to be back. If you would like to be tagged, please comment or DM me. Enjoy this chapter.

New York City, NY, London, UK & Los Angeles, CA — Mid/Late July 2022

Will reclined on the plush sofa in his London home, his injured knee propped up on a soft cushion. It had been a long day, starting off with a early gym session with his trainer, Dr. Benjamin Carraway, and the whirlwind of events and appearances afterward had left him longing for a moment of tranquility. His body served as a reminder of the injuries he had acquired over the years. The torn ACL and ligament in his ankle, the sprained rotator cuff — battle scars from his dedication to his craft. As he settled in, his phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call. A smile brightened his face as he saw EmJaye's name lighting up the screen.

With a swipe of his finger, he answered the call, and her radiant face filled the display.

"Hey, Will," she greeted him, her voice filled with concern. "How are you feeling? I saw your text about having a rough day and dealing with those old injuries.”

Will chuckled softly, appreciating her thoughtfulness. "I'm hanging in there, sweetheart," he reassured her. "It's just a little sore today. Nothing I can't handle."

EmJaye's brow furrowed slightly, worry evident in her eyes. "I don't want you pushing yourself too hard."

"I know, and I appreciate it," Will replied, his voice filled with affection. "But you don't have to worry, Mahalia, I've learned to take care of myself. Besides, I have you to keep me in check."

A playful smile danced on EmJaye's lips. "Well, that's true. Someone's got to make sure you don't get too carried away."

Will feigned a dramatic sigh. "You know, I'm starting to realize that maybe I’m getting too old for all this," he said.

EmJaye's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Old? Please, you're just getting better with age," she retorted with a laugh. "And speaking of age, when's your birthday?"

A mischievous glint sparked in Will's eyes. "Well, I'll have you know that I'm twenty-nine. But not for long," he added with a smirk. "I’ll be the big 3-0 on January 28th next year."

EmJaye's face lit up with excitement. "No way! I’m turning twenty-six on January 29th!" she exclaimed.

Will's smile widened, their connection deepening with the realization of their shared birthdays. "Well, it looks like we have another reason to celebrate together," he remarked.

"That’s crazy,” she said in amazement. “Anyways, I may have something special to share with you."

Will leaned closer to the screen and he noticed that she was in the recording studio. "What is it?"

EmJaye's eyes twinkled mischievously as she placed her phone against a keyboard. From this new angle, Will was able to see the rest of the recording studio as well as her sound producer. “Do you want to hear something from my album?”

“Seriously?!”

She chuckled at his disbelief and shock. “Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m debuting a new single on Jimmy Fallon’s show later this week. I figured you’ll want to hear it.”

At a loss for words, Will gasped at this amazing opportunity she'd shared with him. “I’d be honored. Let’s see.”

“Alrighty then.” She gestured to her producer and he began playing a snippet of her latest single. The melodious sound filled the air, and Will's eyes widened in awe.

“I've been holding back, playing it safe, But now it's time to let go, find my own space. Gonna rise above the noise, break the chains, Embrace the unknown, no fear remains....”

When the song broke into the chorus, he watched intently as she mouthed the lyrics, her body moving in rhythm with the tempo and bass of the beat. As the music slowly dissipated, she let out a nervous giggle.

“So? What do you think?”

"Mahalia, that sounds incredible!” he exclaimed, his admiration evident in his voice. “Your voice, the lyrics...."

Her cheeks warmed from his praise, a mix of excitement and vulnerability washing over her. "Thank you, Will. Your support means the world to me. It’s still cookin’ though; we may change the hook and second verse, but I can't wait for you to hear the full song."

“I can’t wait,” he grinned. “I’ll try to watch your debut performance too.”

Her nose crinkled adorably in confusion. “Wait, how would you do that? I thought some American TV shows weren't available in the UK."

“I’ll find a way,” Will shrugged nonchalantly. “Better yet, if some things get switched around, I may be in L.A. by the time this week is over, so I can always watch from my hotel room.”

Their conversation meandered from music to their day-to-day lives. Will shared stories of events he attended in London, and EmJaye spoke passionately about her upcoming projects and the creative process behind her album.

“That single will be called ‘Get In The Way’”, she told him, slouching in her seat. “I have about a quarter of my songs and features done, but there’s still so much to do.”

Their conversation continued to flow effortlessly, and Will couldn't help but express his longing to see her again.

"I miss you, Mahalia," he confessed softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Paris feels like a lifetime ago, and I can't wait to see you in Los Angeles later this month."

Her heart swelled at his divulgence, making her feel delirious and giddy. EmJaye adored how comfortable Will was with his feelings and his entire being. He never made her feel unsure or uneasy.

Her eyes softened, and a gentle smile graced her lips. "I miss you too, Will.”

Will couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement. The connection he shared with EmJaye felt deeper than anything he had ever experienced, and he couldn't wait to explore where it would lead.

With their conversation drawing to a close, they exchanged promises of continuing to stay in touch before saying their goodbyes and ending the call.

Leaning back in his sofa, Will raked a slow hand through his hair, smiling from ear to ear like a crazy fool.

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As the days flew by, Will and EmJaye stayed true to their promise of keeping in touch. They exchanged messages, photos, and even recorded video snippets of their daily adventures, bridging the distance between London and New York City.

Across the Atlantic Ocean, EmJaye found herself preparing for an appearance on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. The anticipation swirled within her as she did a last-minute rehearsal of her performance, eager to share her new single, "Get In The Way," with the world. Donning honey blonde hair and an orange jumpsuit, she and her sound technician checked the microphones and her earpiece as the stagehands prepared for her performance.

EmJaye took a moment to compose herself backstage. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, electrifying her nervous system, and causing her chest to rise and fall with rapid breaths. The thought of sharing her new music with millions of viewers only heightened her anxiety, and even though she enjoyed making this song, she craved for the public to love it just as much as she did.

Minutes ticked by until the lights dimmed, and one of the show’s producers cued her to go. She stepped onto the stage with confidence, her vibrant presence dazzling the audience.

“And now singing her debut single, ‘Get In The Way’, please welcome EmJaye!” greeted Jimmy Fallon, earning her screams and shouts.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Will watched the performance and interview in his hotel room with a mixture of pride and longing. As the opening chords of the song filled the room, Will's attention was immediately enchanted. The vibrant melody intertwined with the smooth, richness of her vocals, created a mesmerizing blend that resonated deep within his soul. He marveled at her, unable to tear his gaze away from the screen. Seeing EmJaye shine, her talent and charm evident for all to see, only intensified his feelings for her.

But it wasn't just her voice that enthralled him. Will couldn't help but notice how stunning she looked, her new hairstyle framing her face in a way that accentuated her radiant beauty. The way her bouncy curls cascaded around her shoulders and honey-blonde hair that complimented her rich brown skin left him wonderstruck.

The camera panned to the audience, and the thunderous applause washed over her, a testament to EmJaye's captivating stage presence. He could see the confidence radiating from her, the way she commanded the stage with an effortless grace that only added to her allure.

After the performance, EmJaye took a seat next to Jimmy Fallon, her smile lighting up the screen. The chemistry between them was undeniable, their playful banter drawing laughter from the audience. Will couldn't help but be proud of EmJaye, how she effortlessly connected with people, her genuine personality shining through.

As the interview progressed, Jimmy couldn't resist asking about EmJaye's recent trip to Paris and the connection she had formed with Will.

A blush graced EmJaye's cheeks, a delicate hue that made her even more invigorating. “Now, Jimmy...”

Her trailed-off statement earned her hoots from the crowd and she ducked her face behind her hand.

“We saw the pictures of the two of you on TMZ,” said Jimmy as he displayed a copy of a photo of them together at the sneaker store in Paris. “You guys look cute. Are you guys friends or....more than friends?”

EmJaye ignored his question at first, staring directly at the camera.

"Paris was a magical experience," she finally admitted, a fond smile playing on her lips. "I had the opportunity to explore the city and create lasting memories. That’s all I’m saying, Jimmy, sorry.”

Jimmy frowned at the answer but decided not to broach the subject further. Will let out a pleased sigh at her decision to remain coy and private about their budding relationship.

When the interview came to a close, Jimmy expressed his excitement for EmJaye's upcoming album and newest single. Will's heart swelled with pride, knowing that he would be there to support her every step of the way, and as the screen faded into a commercial, Will couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. He missed her deeply, longing to hold her in his arms and celebrate her success together. Yet, there was also a sense of anticipation, as he knew their reunion in Los Angeles was drawing near.

Comic Con loomed on the horizon, and the excitement bubbled within Will's chest. The opportunity to promote Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3, surrounded by passionate fans and immersed in the world of pop culture, was a dream come true. In the midst of it all, his mind wandered to the moments he would share with her.

He found himself daydreaming about their time in Paris — the laughter, the stolen glances, the effortless connection they had forged. The memories replayed in his mind like a movie, reminding him of the joy he felt in EmJaye's presence. Reaching for his phone, he dialed her number, smiling widely as her familiar voice greeted him on the other end of the line.

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EmJaye's plane touched down in Los Angeles, and as she stepped off the aircraft, the warm California air greeted her with open arms. Making her way through the busy airport, anticipation swirled within her. Her footsteps quickened, her eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. And there he was, Will, standing tall and handsome amidst the sea of people, a smile spreading across his face as their eyes met.

They embraced tightly, their arms wrapping around each other as if they were two puzzle pieces finally finding their perfect fit. The warmth of his touch and the softness of his lips on hers whispered promises of the adventures that awaited them.

“How was your flight?” he asked as they parted.

“Not too bad,” she responded, adjusting the straps of her shoulder bag. Noticing her struggle, he extended a hand to help.

“Let me get that for you,” he states, taking the bag swiftly before she could react. “Do you have any others?”

“I have a few, but my driver should’ve gotten them by now,” EmJaye told him.

To their surprise, there weren’t many paparazzi snooping the premises for a photo and they managed to avoid them once word got out that one of the Kardashian sisters landed at LAX.

Walking towards the exit, they immediately found her awaiting SUV and hopped inside, and she let out a sigh of relief. With her flight from LaGuardia to LAX delayed by one hour, EmJaye thought that they wouldn’t have enough time to reach Van Nuys Airport to catch another flight to San Diego. Luckily for them both, they were on the highway in ample time, arriving at the next airport by the skin of their teeth.

“You didn’t have to wait for me, y’know,” EmJaye told Will as they walked into Van Nuys Airport from a private entrance. He gave her a dismissive wave. “I’m serious, Will, I don’t want you to get in trouble with Marvel.”

At this, Will let out a hearty chuckle. “I’m not going to get in trouble, Mahalia.” To ease her worry, he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close to kiss her cheek. “Besides, I told Feige and Gunn that you were hitching a ride; they’re cool with it.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “They are?!”

“Yes,” Will concurred softly. “We have a lot of space on this plane anyways.”

The private jet was settled on the tarmac as if patiently biding its time for their arrival. Emblazoned on the side, in huge font, was the Marvel logo. Jogging up the stairs, EmJaye reveled at the sleek aircraft.

Stepping inside the luxurious private plane, her eyes widened in awe at the sight before her. The plush seats, elegant decor, and the unmistakable air of exclusivity enveloped her.

“Fancy,” she drawled in delight, touching the wooden accents. “Marvel got that money-money.”

As she made her way through the plane's cabin, she spotted Chris Pratt, the charismatic star of the Guardians franchise. His infectious energy seemed to radiate, lighting up the whole space with his charm. He greeted her with a warm smile, instantly putting her at ease. His genuine warmth and playful banter made her feel like she was part of their tight-knit family.

Next to Chris sat Karen Gillan, whose captivating presence as Nebula in the film had left a lasting impression on EmJaye. Karen's vibrant red hair and fierce gaze mirrored the strong spirit she portrayed on screen. EmJaye admired her talent and found herself drawn to the kindness in her eyes as they exchanged introductions.

Pom Klementieff, the embodiment of Mantis's gentle yet powerful aura, greeted EmJaye with a warm hug. Her serene presence and contagious laughter instantly made EmJaye feel like they were old friends. Pom's genuine enthusiasm for the project and her fellow cast members was evident, and EmJaye found herself embracing the positive energy that surrounded her.

Maria Bakalova, a newcomer to the Guardians family, extended a hand in greeting. Maria's humility and down-to-earth nature resonated with EmJaye, and they quickly struck up a conversation about their shared passion for storytelling.

Amidst the group, Chukwudi Iwuji, a respected actor known for his versatility, exuded a calm and grounded presence. His warm smile and genuine interest in EmJaye's journey in the music industry made her feel seen and appreciated. Chukwudi's wisdom and grace created an atmosphere of profound respect, reminding EmJaye of the power of collaboration and the beauty of shared experiences.

Once their baggage was safely stored onboard, the plane soared through the skies and the conversations flowed effortlessly. Surrounded by these talented actors, she realized that she was not just joining Will on this adventure but becoming a part of something much bigger.

Comic Con greeted them happily, and as the plane landed in San Diego, EmJaye felt a surge of excitement. She knew that this journey was about more than just a film or a single event — it was about the connections they had formed, the stories they had yet to tell, and the impact they could make together.

At the convention center, the energy was electrifying. Fans gathered in droves, dressed as their favorite characters from the realms of comics and movies. Hand in hand, they ventured into the vibrant storm of Comic Con. The crowd buzzed with excitement, their eyes drawn to the magnetic couple strolling through the halls. Fans recognized them, their voices rising in joyous exclamations and the flashing of cameras capturing the magical moments.

They explored the various booths, their steps synchronized and their laughter contagious, EmJaye couldn't help but be swept up in the whirlwind of the event. It was a world unlike any she had experienced before, a celebration of pop culture that ignited the passions of fans from all walks of life. News outlets clamored to have them interviewed together with journalists lining up, hoping to capture the chemistry that emanated from the couple. But amidst the flurry of attention, EmJaye and Will remained grounded in their choice to decline.

In between Will’s interviews and panels, their love bloomed amidst the chaos. They stole moments alone, hidden from prying eyes, where their lips met in tender kisses, their affection a flame that burned brightly.

The fans' excited cheers echoed through the halls as EmJaye and Will navigated the venue. She noticed the gleam in Will's eyes as he interacted with his fans, his genuine appreciation for their support was evident in every word he spoke. She admired his dedication and humility, realizing why he was so beloved.

As the day wore on, EmJaye and Will found solace in each other's presence, seeking refuge from the intensity of the event. They retreated to a quiet corner, their hands entwined as they shared their mutual excitement for what lay ahead for the two of them. The love that had blossomed in Paris had now spread its wings in the city of dreams, captivating hearts, and inspiring dreams of their own.

A smile played at the corners of his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice a soft murmur. “Are you enjoying yourself so far?” wondered Will as he carefully tucked a wayward strand of hair back in place. “By the way, did I mention that you look gorgeous? I love your hair.”

“I am.” Her smile mirrored his own and she tilted her head slightly, appreciating the sincerity in his words. "Thank you," she added. "I wanted to try something different, and I'm glad you like it."

Their eyes locked, a gentle warmth filling the space between them. EmJaye's heart fluttered, affection swirling within her. The desire to kiss Will was undeniable, an unspoken longing in the air.

But before their lips sealed in that tender moment, a familiar voice broke the spell. "Hey, lovebirds! Mind if I join the party?"

Startled, EmJaye and Will turned to find Chris Pratt, grinning mischievously, making his way toward them. They exchanged a knowing glance, a combination of amusement and mild frustration dancing in their eyes.

"Chris, always finding a way to interrupt," Will chuckled, releasing EmJaye from his embrace, though their hands remained intertwined. "Of course, join us."

Chris playfully nudged Will on the shoulder. "Just making sure you're not getting too carried away. We've got interviews to do, buddy."

EmJaye couldn't help but laugh at the banter between the two friends, and she admired the genuine friendship that Will shared with his co-stars.

Following behind Chris, they made their way back to the rest of the group for their interview with Entertainment Weekly.

“I found them, y’all!” announced Chris as he entered the room.

The journalist from Entertainment Weekly greeted them warmly, eager to delve into the world of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3 and the dynamic between the cast members.

Will took his seat between Chukwudi and Maria, a smile playing on his lips as he glanced at EmJaye who sat away from the cameras, her presence a source of comfort and inspiration. The interview commenced, and the questions flowed seamlessly, drawing out laughter and insightful responses from the cast.

The journalist couldn't help but notice the undeniable chemistry between Will and EmJaye, their stolen glances speaking volumes. Sensing an opportunity, she decided to steer the conversation toward their budding romance.

"So, Will, there have been some rumors swirling about your connection with singer-songwriter EmJaye. Care to shed some light on that?" the journalist asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

Will's smile remained intact, but a subtle shift in his demeanor indicated a guardedness. He glanced at EmJaye, a mix of affection and protectiveness shining in his eyes. "I understand the interest, but I prefer to keep my personal life private," he replied, his tone polite yet firm.

EmJaye admired Will's commitment to safeguarding their relationship from prying eyes, and understanding the importance of maintaining a balance between their public and private lives.

The interviewer nodded, understanding Will's boundaries. "Fair enough, Will. Let's shift gears then and talk about your experience filming Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3. What can fans expect from the film?"

The conversation flowed seamlessly from that point on, with the cast members delving into their characters, the intricate storyline, and the excitement of being part of such a beloved franchise. EmJaye beamed with pride as she listened to Will's passionate descriptions and watched his enthusiasm light up the room.

After an exhilarating day at Comic Con, EmJaye and Will found themselves in each other's company. Their connection had deepened, and they craved a quiet moment away from the hustle and bustle, deciding to head out for a romantic dinner. They approached a quaint Filipino restaurant tucked away on a charming street, the scent of delicious cuisine wafted through the air, enticing their senses. Will held the door for EmJaye, and she walked inside.

The ambiance was cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and intimate seating arrangements. They were greeted warmly by the restaurant staff and led to a private table adorned with flickering candles. They settled into their seats, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

An attentive waiter soon approached, presenting them with menus filled with delectable dishes. Will chose to try the chef's special, a flavorful fusion of local ingredients, while EmJaye opted for a vegetarian delicacy that caught her eye.

As they awaited their meals, they engaged in lighthearted repartee, effortlessly transitioning from the joys and challenges of their respective careers to their dreams and aspirations. When their meals arrived, they delighted in the exquisite flavors that danced on their tongues, savoring every bite. The food served as a backdrop to their conversation, adding to the richness of the evening.

Will reached across the table, his hand gently grazing EmJaye's, his eyes sparkling with adoration. "This has been such a perfect day," he confessed, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

EmJaye smiled, her heart brimming with happiness. "I couldn't agree more. Thank you for this beautiful experience," she replied with gratitude.

EmJaye and Will’s lips drew closer for a passionate kiss, yet the familiar buzzing of their phones shattered the peacefulness of the evening. They reluctantly pulled away, their brows furrowing in confusion.

Her eyes widened as she read the message from her publicist, her heart racing. "Will, you won't believe this," she whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"What is it?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

EmJaye held up her phone, showing him the tweet and an article that had just been published by People Magazine. A rush of emotions washed over them as they saw the headline, "EmJaye and Will's Blossoming Romance: Caught in a Moment of Passion at Comic Con!"

Their breath caught in their throats as they stared at the photo accompanying the article — a stolen shot of their kiss, captured by a stealthy paparazzo. The world had caught a glimpse of their private moment, and they were thrust into the spotlight in a way they hadn't expected.

Will broke the silence. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag," he said, his voice laced with a touch of irony. "We knew this would happen eventually, but it's still a shock."

"This can't be happening," EmJaye murmured, her voice trembling. "It's surreal seeing our private moments exposed like this.”

Will's hand found hers again, offering support and reassurance. "I know, sweetheart. It's overwhelming, but we'll get through this together."

After the initial shock subsided, they realized that they would have to face the consequences of their newfound exposure. They understood that their personal lives would now be scrutinized, analyzed, and speculated upon by the media and the public.

Exhaling a deep breath, EmJaye looked into Will's eyes, determination shining through. "No matter what happens, we'll stay true to ourselves," she vowed, her voice filled with resolve.

Will nodded, his grip on her hand tightening. "Absolutely. Our relationship is built on trust and honesty. We won't let outside forces define us."

With their phones still buzzing with messages and notifications, they made a silent pact to confront the situation together. Their publicists would guide them through the storm, but EmJaye and Will would hold onto their connection, staying grounded amidst the chaos.

Hand in hand, they left the restaurant, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. The world may have discovered their romance, but EmJaye and Will knew that their love was worth protecting.

TO BE CONTINUED....

#flashin’ lights in a midst of darlin’ nights #will poulter #will poulter x black!ofc #will poulter x singer #will poulter x emjaye #will poulter fanfiction #will poulter imagine #emjayewrites #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock #guardianofthegalaxy3 #gotgvol3 #willpoulter

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beloveds @khaotunq, @pranink & @alexshenry tagged me to do:

every month of 2023! list your favorite/most popular gifset for each month.

i started making gifs in march this year, so january/february are off the table for this. it's funny that it hasn't even been a full year yet. it seems both somehow a lot longer and also like i remain some kind of photoshop baby at the same time. the images in this post will remain undescribed until i have some energy in my failing body, unfortunately

in any case:

march: midnight museum invades all 2 of my braincells. i download photoshop. the end is nigh

most popular: msp/eclipse pool parallel set

favorite: the bams i made for sof

(notes: it's hard to look back at these lmao. what is coloring and why don't i know her. why is everything so dark. who told me to use noise dithering and why did i ever think that was a good idea. anyway)

april: the eighth sense is airing! i meet many mutuals and friends. i figure out about the curves tool (thank god)

most popular: taehyung getting dunked on

(very deserved dunk; very bad set. the coloring of this scene was extremely questionable and i did nothing to fix it it looks so dull and gray. augh)

favorite: feet lining up / jihyun & jaewon on the beach

i really like this coloring actually. it's bright enough to actually see them, their skin doesn't look as weird, and i like the soft pink i made the beach. a win for baby photoshop user rowan

may: the purple is in full swing now

most popular: sandray car makeout

good for them! i start using significant grain on my ofts gifs from here on out and can never decide how i feel about that

favorite: orange/blue eclipse episode seven set

september: the madness continues

most popular: sand cooking for ray / special

ive giffed this scene three times and this is my least favorite coloring but what can you do. this is my third post to cross 1k

favorite: new rules set! i had mixed feelings when i posted it but it's really grown on me.

october: the madness is so much worse. only friends ends and i am left near-catatonic immediately, apparently. also, i learn to blend and use overlays and some other cool things. i join userdramas :'>

most popular: raysand afterglow. as it should be. cheek kissie

favorite: space girl!! show me the stars!!!

loved making this. purple and sparkly and gay. still super proud. that said other runner-up favorites in october are ray's o-face & the boyfriend shirt & akkaye's thumb thing collection

november: i am left cavernously empty after ofts ends and i fill the void with namtan

most popular: last twilight episode one porjai

she <3

favorite: gaipa userdramas set

again, i learned to use musescore for this set just so i could have those pretty notes. :')

december: i am punched in the face by seasonal depression. all is not well. i made just one gifset this month, but at least it was good? :')

and here we are today !! it was very fun to look over everything; thanks so much for playing and have a happy new year everyone

#tagged in <3 #long post #cw flashing #ro's ps adventures #never a better use of that tag tbh

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uselesssomebody · 2 years

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hi! i love ur writing! i have a req for billy, and if you're not interested in it, thanks anyway :) so, his vibe in the show makes me think that he uses sex to feel the love he's denied at home, esp in s3 with him playing into the hands of creepy adult women who objectify him as soon as he turns 18. maybe you could write smth abt that? like, he doesn't understand the non-sexual intimacy and unconditional love that the reader gives him, breaks down, and they comfort him/tell him he's worth more?

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words || 𝟜.𝟙𝕜

summary || in which the reader can’t explain why she rejected billy to him

a/n || okay second billy request published! if you have any more, send them my way. ➵ loved the request, sorry it took so long to get out, and i took a little bit of creative liberty with it, so i hope you enjoy ➵ this is an a.u. where billy was not possessed, and instead left after being stood up by mrs. wheeler. set in s3 but without any major mentioned plot points. ➵ there are no spoilers for s4

warnings || angst/fluff

billy didn’t hear the doorbell the first time it rung. however, his bedmate did - some girl he’d picked up after his shift yesterday night. she poked at his sleeping form, ushering him awake as the bell rang again. he looked at her with eyes too groggy to fully take anything in and, upon deciphering half of her mumbles, he realized someone was at the door. he rose to his feet, ignoring her requests to get him hurry back to bed.

he opened the door in a state less than decent: only a pair of basketball shorts around his waist and his chest bare - a light dew on it due to the mid-july heat. luckily, for him, the person in front of him had seen him in much less a least a few times before, so she didn’t worry about what impression he gave off.

“what - what’re you doing here?” y/n looked at him with a soft smile, knowing of his sometimes careless nature.

“we said we’d go to the mall before work?” his hand goes to his face as he attempts to wipe off the last remnants of sleep. a light groan left his form, prompting y/n to continue, “i mean, if you’re busy, we can do it some other day-”

“no,” billy shook his head, “no, let’s do it. i’ve just - i’ve got a-”

“billy!” a voice came from billy’s room, and y/n scoffed lightly. billy knew it was a playful one, but it still sent a twang of guilt down him.

“-i’ve got a guest.” he finishes, before sighing, “look, can you just give me a minute.” y/n smiles a little, before nodding.

“yeah, take your time.” her voice is soft, as if she’s worried that the girl upstairs would hear them. billy turned back towards his room.

to say billy didn’t like y/n would be incorrect. billy wouldn’t pass up a night with most girls in hawkins, and almost all of them would fawn for the opportunity of one. all that he’d met - except one. he didn’t know if y/n simply didn’t find him attractive or what it was, but she knew she made it very clear the first time they’d met: she wasn’t interested in sleeping with him.

by that point, billy was going to simply stop talking with her; what would be the point if there was no payoff the next night? nevertheless, she did talk to him, and he realized that - obviously - there was more to her than whatever billy was imagining. they became friendly after that - but barely ever friendly.

well, except for that one time. it’d been a friday night, the both of them having been provided a few 6-packs by one of y/n’s older friends. billy knew y/n was bit of a lightweight, so he matched her at a 2 to 1 ratio. knowing well what the consequences of their actions would be come tomorrow morning, the two were getting drunk off their ass. billy knew y/n liked to get chatty when drunk - well, it was more a mix of half-hearted mumbles - but this time, she was oddly quiet. with every sip, she’d rub up her arms - only covered by a light blouse - in an attempt to warm up further. billy was always a bit quiet - more calm - with her, so he slipped his denim jacket without a word. she mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’, shuffling just a few inches closer to him. she was warm - regardless of what her body said - and he appreciated the replaced heat. she was looking earnestly at the moon, and he realized that he truly did miss their usual conversation.

“what’re you looking at?” he mumbles - a vague attempt at starting one.

“moon.” a light laugh escapes him, the directness of her words comical in his hazy head.

“why?” it was a dumb question, but his brain thought it was the only way to continue. y/n sighs deeply, leaning back and resting tentatively on his chest.

“it - it’s pretty.” he smiles at the simplicity of her reasoning.

“you’re pretty.” he felt her still her breathing for a second as her body stiffened against him. it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary - billy had a tendency to flirt with her, a tendency that only increased when he was drunk. many a time, his comments were heavy-handed, and reciprocated with either a laugh or a light smack.

this time, though, it was sincere - a sincere compliment. billy knew that she was beautiful, you’d be blind not to see it. and she knew that too, but billy supposed he’d never exactly said it like this before. so directly, without any connotation to it. he supposed that was why she had stiffened - out of shock. however, he was the one to be shocked when she turned to face him.

“billy?” it was a question, and billy wasn’t sure what would come next.

“yeah?”

“i - um-” she stumbles on her words, and billy looks down at her. she looked real pretty in his jacket. the proximity of their faces spurred him on, bringing his face down an inch. in a confidence he absolutely did not expect from her, she raised her own, bringing her hands to gently cup his cheeks. her lips were soft - so soft - against his own, and he reciprocated with a hunger - he wasn’t sure where it came from - and she kissed him with a similar passion.

when she did break away, it was sudden - as if she snapped out of some trance. billy could hear her exhale sharply, before she gave him his jacket. he couldn’t remember too much after that, only that she was leaving him with 2 more unopened bottles and a newly opened box of questions.

the next morning, upon scavenging his medicine cabinet for painkillers, he brought up these questions. he did it in his standard way - of teasing her - while dancing around the central question he had.

do you want me - like i want you?

but he never got the chance to get to asking that question, as she dodged his teasing with pursed lips, and a fantastic ability to ice out that one topic of conversation.

billy didn’t ask about it again - not wanting to upset her. but, he still asked himself that question over and over, it clouding the recesses of his mind.

y/n remembered a lot more of that night than billy did. she remembered how she’d left him on his porch, how she’d rushed inside to get her things, and how she barely waved him a goodbye before booking it to head back to her own place. it seemed billy had forgotten those parts - all the better for her. she would be perfectly content with never mentioning it again - including her extremely odd reaction.

her not having to revisit her behavior made it easier for her not to revisit her emotions tied with that night. because thinking about them would only lead her to a conclusion she could never come to terms with.

she was in love with billy hargrove.

she knew billy probably thought she didn’t find him attractive, or that she was only platonically attached to him. she did give off that impression, rejecting him outright when they first met, brushing off all of his attempts to flirt, barely ever indicating that she saw him in that way. it was an easy assumption to make, and was one she was desperately trying to align her own thoughts with.

but she knew that the real reason she rejected him had been because - considering all the rumors about the guy - she simply could not bear to just be a fuck-buddy. the real reason she never flirted back was that it hurt too much for him to treat her like he was actually interested, when y/n knew he would never truly feel what she does. and she never tripped up in the act - knowing that it would ruin the best thing she’d had in a long time.

she felt her shoulders heave as she remembered that night.

her shift at the local boutique was shorter than usual. it was getting shorter everyday, the older shop owner patting her on the back as she urged her to leave, knowing that customers were taking their dollars over to the new starcourt mall. as much as she loved the job, she knew its days were numbered ever since the mall had opened up.

she checked her bag to make sure she had everything: two sandwiches, two cokes and a bottle of sunscreen. billy was always hungry after his shifts, and that man used far too much sunscreen for his job. it was a short walk, littered with a few people waving hello - sammy from the bookstore, clara and jane from the grocery store, and mrs. byers from the general store.

as soon as she entered the pool, she looked up to see his usual post abandoned, the lifeguard seat looking particularly barren over the sea of people - quite literally. she clutched her bag a bit tighter, not looking forward to having to scour the area to look for him, when she spotted him.

she felt a knot in her stomach twist a bit, her eyebrows furrowing as she saw billy speaking to mrs. wheeler. as much as she wished the interaction was purely innocent, knowing billy, and knowing that look on his face, she knew it was anything but. unable to witness it further, she finds solace in the shade of a tree by the parking area of the pool, standing a mere 50 meters from billy’s car. her face feels splotchier than usual in the summer heat, and she rubs her palms across her cheeks to soothe the burning heat of anger.

as she tucks her air behind her ear, she sees him walking out. quickly, she adjusts the bag on her shoulder, moving forward so as to meet him. his face lights up from one of confusion upon seeing her, greeting her with a warm smile. her reciprocation is half-hearted at best.

“hey, where were you? i missed you by the pool.” one of his common jibes, the suggestion that he thought about her that much whenever they were apart. if he truly did, he wouldn’t have mrs. wheeler making ‘fuck me’ eyes at him in the middle of the pool.

“you seemed busy, so i waited out here” the response was cold. she wanted to feel bad, but couldn’t bring herself to, the image of the two talking being burned into her skull, “here.” she sort of drops the sandwich and drink into his hands, her attitude is fully dismissive, and she just hopes he won’t pick up on it.

he does, but it’s not until about midway through his sandwich. eerily familiar to his favorite memory of her, the usual chatterbox seemed to be at a loss of words.

“hey, you alright?” seeming to snap her out of her thoughts, she blinked at him as she processed the question.

“huh? oh, yeah, yeah, i’m fine. just tired, i guess.” she takes another sip of her coke, before clearing her throat, “what did mrs. wheeler want?” she wanted to kick herself for asking, both knowing she was making the situation far more obvious than it had to be, and also knowing that she really didn’t want to know the answer. she supposed some small part of her just hoped that he would say something that would allow this growing, messy knot in her stomach to quell. he laughs a bit, smiling into his sandwich.

“yeah - invited her over for a few private swim lessons.” billy never had a problem mentioning his various dates, knowing that y/n wasn’t anywhere near a prude. and most days, she could hear him say something like that without trouble. today, however, she felt her mouth dry, making it incredibly difficult for her to swallow her bite. after a cough, she looks at him in shock.

“billy, she’s married. and twice your age.” he shrugged.

“so? she’s hot.” y/n looked at him, before realizing that she couldn’t stand being in the enclosed space anymore. she, instinctively looking at her wrist, quickly made some excuse about having to help her folks back home. she got out of the car without much of a goodbye.

billy watched as she walked away, feeling a sense of deja-vu.

y/n got home, her eyes swimming with tears that she never thought she’d let fall. she could not believe she’d let this stupid crush affect her this much. now, not only did she probably confuse billy, she probably ruined his mood as well. she sighed as she walked in her door, placing her near-empty bag down as she sprawled across her bed.

what the hell was wrong with her? billy had - many a time - told her about hot women he was talking to, his dates, and his women of the night. she could always feel the green bubbling that was jealousy somewhere deep under her skin, but she could always brush it off.

this time, however, something as innocent as a conversation had sparked such a visceral reaction from her. well, she supposed it wasn’t just the conversation, moreso the implication of what it would blossom. she couldn’t believe how far billy would go for simply sex - willing to be with a married woman, one who was so much older than him.

she always knew it was never just the thought of billy with other women that pissed her off so much, rather, the nonchalance of it all. had it been the former, y/n knew an easy fix: billy had tried to fuck her since they’d met, and it’d be just as easy to ‘yes’ now. no - she had a much deeper condolence.

billy didn’t care. sure, he would makes her breakfast sometimes, he buys her little gifts, and he likes making sure she’s alright - but he didn’t care. if he did, he would understand how deeply he needed to understand that she couldn’t just be a fuck-buddy. because she cares about him far too much.

the cigarette dangling from billy’s mouth was causing a cloud of smoke to block his view of the mirror, but he’d already checked his appearance a few times. he sat down, a smirk on his face, as he thought about mrs. wheeler. god, mrs. wheeler. as he thought about their conversation, his smile faded a bit.

god, y/n. she’d seemed upset in his car, but, for the life of him, he wasn’t sure why. he thought that he might have been too crude that afternoon, but she’d never particularly reacted like that before. he thought of what she said.

“billy, she’s married. and twice your age.”

sure, mrs. wheeler wasn’t his usual type - and he knew somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind that this match was odd at best and predatory at worst. he knew he had a reputation, and the look he maintained went well with that reputation. he’d seen mrs. wheeler and her crowd ogling him for 2 weeks straight, he just returned the favor by paying attention, he supposed. besides, he hadn’t had sex in a while, and this was a welcome distraction from everything else in his life.

he’d heard y/n joke that he had a craving, a joke he never necessarily dismissed. maybe it was true, and maybe it wasn’t. maybe it wasn’t just the sex, maybe it was the people that he could have next to him as he went to sleep. he never particularly had an attraction to any of these girls, but he still liked the thought of someone being wrapped around him as he went to bed.

he assumed y/n knew, as she held him often. billy knew how it looked like to others - a friend wrapping her arms around him like that - but he could not care less. she felt too soft for him to care.

it’d been a couple days since she’d walked out on him, and the two hadn’t spoken much. she realized how physically easy it was, as much as the both of them enjoyed joking about how small this town, it was more than easy enough to not cross paths with him as she went about her day.

that didn’t mean it was easy, though.

she found herself alone on a friday night - something that hadn’t happened for months. she was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. her parents were out of the house for the weekend, and she felt content in being able to use her own space. as she finished cutting up vegetables, she heard a knock at the door. her brows furrow as she checks the clock. it was late - far too late for a door-to-door salesman or a chatty neighbor saying hello. she wiped her hands, assuming her parents had forgotten something, and opened the door.

her jaw fell open at the familiar blond in front of her. his expression was hard, and his features a stark contrast from his usual smiles and smirks around her. she gulped a little, thankful she’d turned the heat down on her potatoes.

“billy?” her voice seemed to soften his expression, and he let out a small sigh through his teeth.

“can - can i come in?” his voice is a little shaky, and, suddenly, she’s very concerned. she’d always hated seeing him upset.

“yeah - yeah, of course.” he walks into the house he’d been in several times before, with a newfound uncertainty, his hands rubbing a bit as he glanced around, “my parents aren’t home, so feel free to sit.” her voice is also quiet, as she lets billy follow her into the kitchen. she doesn’t really look at him, deciding instead to check on the potatoes, before setting a pan to warm on the stove. as she clicks the gas knob into place, she turns her head to see billy seeming lost at her kitchen door. she smiles softly, waving her hand at him, “you can come in, you know.” he seems to be surprised by her words, before he realizes that he’s standing rather oddly. he steps inside, and y/n hands him a toothpick.

“i - huh?” he looks confused by the stick in his hand, before she points at the potatoes.

“see if they’re done, will you?” billy nods, looking over to poke one of them. he wasn’t fully comfortable in a kitchen, but the two of them found a rhythm, working in mostly silence unless she gave some sort of instruction to him.

finally, she plated the meal, handing one over to him as they both sat at the dinner table. it wasn’t common for the two of them to be eating a meal so conventionally: most of their meals were eaten at back-end diners, on their front porches or in the back of billy’s car. he didn’t mind, though - he supposed he needed some conventionality. they ate quietly, with the only words billy was saying were mumbled praises of the food.

although y/n was the one to talk most, billy was never this quiet. especially with his appearance being so sudden, she assumed that he’d have more to say. deciding to start the conversation, she takes a sip of water to clear her throat.

“you didn’t call.” it was a statement, but she meant it as more of a question. usually, should billy decide to come around, he’d call to know if her parents were home. he had a shockingly good track record with her parents, but it was exclusively because he was able to imitate the perfect facade of a polite gentleman. this time, though, all of that was missing.

“oh, i - i guess i forgot. sorry.”

“no - it’s okay.” they were unsure what to say to each other - the few days of silence weighing heavy on any prospective conversation. so, succumbing to the awkwardness, the pair stayed silent as they finished their meals.

as billy placed their plates into the sink, he wiped his hands on a towel and turned to y/n. he heaved a long sigh.

“she stood me up. i was in my car - that’s why i didn’t call.” y/n’s eyes widen, immediately realizing who he was talking about.

“oh - oh, billy, i’m sorry.” she doesn’t really know what more to say. i mean, billy was never really rejected, but he knew the whimsical nature of his plans - did he not realize others may behave similarly?

“it’s - it’s real stupid. i just,” he exhaled again, “think i was a distraction anyways.” she can hear the sadness in his voice, even though he tries to hide it. without giving it much thought, she wrapped her arms around him. she knew the action calmed him, and she wanted nothing more than him being calm.

“god-” she exclaimed as she rested her head on his shoulder, “don’t say that.” billy scoffs a bit, separating so as to look at her face.

“yeah? and why not? i know all these girls think i’m a distraction - a city boy to uproot their corny suburbia. you wanna know why i know that?” y/n didn’t respond, so he let go of her, turning his back to her, “because that’s all they are to me.” she wraps her arms around herself, trying to replace his warmth.

“that’s not true.” her voice is small, but it’s loud enough for him to hear, and then laugh - a humorless laugh.

“yes, it is.” his words make her feel a little ill.

“no, it’s not. because you were never a distraction to me.” billy turns back to her, shaking his head.

“yeah, but you’re not those girls-”

“i am, billy - i want you as much as those girls do. just… in a different way.” his eyes widen at the confession, and she wraps her arms tighter into her, wanting to melt into the wallpaper.

“but - but you said-”

“i know what i said. i just - i didn’t say no to you because i didn’t want you. it was because i didn’t just want you like that.” they both knew exactly what she meant, and when billy didn’t respond, she shook her head and closed her eyes, scared to look him in his, “i’m sorry, that wasn’t fair of me to say-” she nearly jumped at the feel of his fingers unwrapping her arms from herself.

“you want me?” she can’t respond, worried for his reaction, so he repeats himself, “y/n, please look at me. i need to - damn, i need to know. do you want me like i want you?” she doesn’t the process the question for a second, but - once she does - her eyes snap open to look at his. she searches for some indication of him teasing her or joking, but his eyes are as serious as her own.

“you - you want me, too?” billy’s smile tugs at his lips at her confusion.

“what - you think the flirting’s all a joke?” he can see her eyes light up in a smile, but her mouth remains agape.

“i just always assumed it was a default setting,” it makes him laugh, and he looks down at her, finding himself forgetting every single woman he’d been with in the past. in fact, the only thing he could focus on was her face, and the memory of the first time they’d kissed.

he felt her hands reach up to cup his cheeks, an action that seemed almost familiar to him, as she leaned into him. just like before, she kissed him with passion, but this time, she didn’t try to pull away from him, an expression of regret obvious on her face. no, she kissed him as if she craved him, and he knew the feeling well, digging his fingers into her sides as if he was worried she’d dematerialize in his hands.

he was the one to break from her, wanting to see her again. it felt like he was looking at a new person - such a shock to him that she actually felt like he did.

but, when he kissed her, he knew she was the same girl who’d kissed him that drunken night - wanting him so bad, but scared to say so.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove request #fluff #angst #dacre montgomery #do you want me like i want you

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writerownstory · 7 months

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14 ("Across the room smiles") or 16 ("The “I’m in love with you and can’t stop grinning like an idiot” smile ") for the cute smiles juke prompts, please. :) (Can't decide. Both are too good.)

this was requested way too long ago but I’ve been in a severe writing slump so it took me too long 🥲 anyway, these prompts are from this post by @me-writes-prompts !! I thought I wanted to take requests but I quickly found out I do not have the bandwidth 😅 so here is a cute lil juke fic in the meantime! it is a mess but it is Juke so oh well. I also couldn’t choose one prompt so I did both and that’s why this is so long 😌

Julie would never get tired of this.

The sound of different voices overlapping and lots of laughter filled the room. She watched as her dad showed Willie the various features in his newest camera, Willie listening with rapt attention.

In the kitchen, Tía was bustling around and giving Reggie instructions as he tried to keep up with the many years of cooking some of the best meals Julie has ever tasted under her belt.

Flynn and Carlos were setting the table together, chatting about who knows what.

It’s become a tradition to spend their birthdays all together. One they’ve carried since they were kids—lost teenagers just trying to make it big in the music industry. Back when Julie met Luke, Reggie and Alex and they immediately became part of the Molina family which already consisted of her Dad, Carlos, Victoria and Flynn. Flynn introduced Alex to Willie and their family was pretty close to complete.

The warm rush of love that flooded her system was something she never got tired of.

And now as she watched their family get ready for her birthday dinner, Julie couldn’t be happier with the way her life was turning out.

She watched as Luke walked into the dining room, tapped Carlos on his left shoulder as he passed him, and swiped his finger through the frosting on the cake tía made.

Just as Luke successfully licked the frosting off his finger, Carlos caught on to Luke’s antics and it turned into both boys trying to put the other in a headlock.

Flynn rolled her eyes and continued setting the table but Julie could see a small, fond smile grace her face.

Luke ended up overpowering the younger boy, much to Carlos’s dismay but they both laughed as Luke let him get back to his task. It was when he took a step back and Julie could tell he was also surveying the room and the people he loved all in one space, that his eyes finally caught hers.

His smile is bright and soft at the same time, lighting up his features and simultaneously making her insides turn to mush.

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio,” Victoria called from the kitchen. “Your father and I need you in the kitchen, por favor.”

Julie felt her cheeks burn. She glanced back at Luke, his smile turning amused and he shot her a wink as she made her way into the kitchen.

But the light and airy feeling she got from Luke quickly dissipated when she saw her dad and aunt bent together talking seriously. It’s eerily reminiscent of a time she was still all too familiar with, the day her parents sat her down to tell her Rose was sick.

“Papí? What’s going on?”

“Julie! Nothing, mija,” Ray startled, waving a hand in the air. “We just wanted to talk with you.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course, sobrina,” Victoria assured her. “We’re just so proud of you and the woman you’ve become.”

“You’ve grown up so beautifully, and I know your mom would be so proud of you too,” Ray agreed. “Especially in the way you’ve formed a band with the boys and created a wonderful life for yourself.”

Julie nodded, their words comforting but also making her heart ache at the reminder of the many milestones her mother didn’t get to see. Where were they going with this?

“And we couldn’t be happier for you, that you’ve found such a wonderful partner in Luke,” Victoria said.

She smiled at the mention of Luke. “I’m glad you feel that way.” Julie glanced back and forth between them, still not quite sure what was going on. “Where are you two going with this?” It wasn’t entirely out of character for them to be saying any of this, but it seemed almost out of nowhere.

“Mija it’s your birthday, can’t your old dad get a little emotional?” Ray teased.

“My birthday was a few days ago,” she corrected with a teasing smile before she pulled them both into a hug. “I love you guys…. even when you act weird.”

They both chuckled before Julie pulled back and a hand sliding into place on the small of her back made her jump.

She turned to see Luke waiting for her, eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t decipher. “Hey Jules. Follow me?” He slipped his hand into hers without waiting for an answer (it was always yes and he knew that) and led her through the door to the backyard.

“Luke, what’s going on?”

“Have I told you how insanely talented I think you are?”

“Only when you’re deflecting,” she shot back, and the shit eating grin he sent her should’ve annoyed her, but it only made butterflies swoop in her belly.

“You mean you don’t want to write in the studio the way we used to?”

Julie raised a curious brow at him even as they continued to walk through the yard toward the gate that led to the garage turned studio. “Oh yeah? And what song are you working on?”

“A really special one,” he told her over his shoulder as they walked through the gate and made their way down the stairs. “I want your opinion on it.”

Julie remembered the countless times they made this exact walk as teenagers, when Luke would rush into her room or even up to her locker at school going on excitedly about a song or an idea he had.

Or the many times she snuck out here in high school because she knew Luke was taking refuge in the studio, away from his parents and the constant arguing that plagued their home.

Or any time he met her out there, all the band practices they had, writing sessions like he’d just mentioned, or when she missed her mom so much, Luke would bring her out here to cuddle up and talk or nap together. She always felt closest to her mom in the studio and to share so many wonderful memories of Luke and the boys there meant so much to her.

It truly was a magical, happy place for Julie and for their relationship.

Despite this, when they finally reached the doors and Luke pulled them open, Julie’s jaw still dropped in shock.

Twinkling lights were strung from the ceiling, just barely touching the chairs hanging from the ceiling. White sheets were draped around the studio to cover the walls, with numerous candles and flower petals scattered across every surface creating a warm glow from inside.

It was the most beautiful the studio had ever looked in her memory. She walked further inside, still in awe that Luke did it. It must’ve taken him so long to set it all up and find the time in between their recording schedule to sneak out here and put it together.

Julie turned toward the man in question only to find him down on one knee. “Luke,” she breathed, her hand covering her mouth. She shouldn’t be surprised. They’d both discussed marriage and their future and both agreed they wanted that together. She just didn’t think it was happening now.

He gently took her free hand and squeezed. “Julie, I have loved you since the minute I saw you sitting in the back of Harrison’s class sophomore year. And then you immediately called me out because I didn’t recognize a Paramore song another kid was performing.”

She giggled at the memory, remembering her outrage that Luke couldn’t identify Misery Business. “How can you be in a pop rock band if you don’t know Paramore??”

“I know now!” His eyes sparkled with amusement that matched her own. “Little did I know then that as soon as we became friends, it was over for me. You have made me a better person, a better writer and a better musician and I hope to continue to do the same for you. I can’t imagine living out my dreams with anyone else.” Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, carefully opening it to reveal a familiar, simple princess cut diamond ring.

It was her mother’s ring, glittering in the light of the studio and as beautiful as Julie remembered.

Her eyes flickered from the ring to Luke’s face. “How did you… where did you get this?” Even as the words left her mouth, she already knew the answer.

“Your dad said you’ve been eyeing this ring since you were old enough to talk,” Luke said as he plucked it from the box and held it up to her. “He knew your mom would want you to have it now.”

Julie felt tears prick the corner of her eyes, her grief attempting to make itself known once again. If only her mom was here, waiting inside the house with the rest of her family to celebrate with them. To plan the wedding, calm her nerves the day off, walk her down the aisle with her dad. But Julie knew her mom would be there with her, just like she always was. “If there’s a will, there’s a way,” Rose would always tell her.

Her dad and tía’s behavior suddenly made sense too. Why hadn’t she realized sooner??? She could be upset with Flynn for not clueing her in sooner…

But how could she feel anything but bone crushing, all consuming love for the man in front of her?

“I know you miss your mom, Jules,” he said, as if to prove the point she hadn’t even voiced out loud. “I know you wish she were here, and I do too. But the best I can do is to bring you here where I know you feel closest to her.”

Luke was her musical partner, her co-writer, her rock, her best friend, her comfort, and her home. She wanted all of him: the good and bad and whatever life threw at them. Julie wanted Luke by her side forever, and she was sure Rose would approve.

“Julie, baby,” Luke addressed her finally. “Will you marry me?”

She nodded as a few tears escaped down her cheek. “Yes! Yes, of course, I will.”

Luke’s grew so big she was sure it had to hurt his face. He slid the ring onto her finger before standing up to cup her face. “These are happy tears, yeah?” His thumb swiped them away.

Julie laughed, albeit shaky and nodded again. “Yes, Luke.”

“Good because otherwise me kissing you in a minute is gonna be a little awkward,” he joked before leaning in to capture her lips with his own.

She pulled back after a beat, pressing her forehead to his. “I love you too, you know.”

Luke’s eyes opened, glancing at her expression before a familiar smile takes over his face once more.

“What?” she asked, a mirroring smile blooming across her face.

“I’m just so in love with you. I can’t believe how lucky I am that I’m the Julie Molina’s fiancé.”

Her responding eye roll is lost in the mess of kisses Luke presses over her face.

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s/o to the time Madi came for Charlie’s throat in a live when she was talking about Paramore and he had no idea 😂

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio” = Stop looking at your boyfriend

#happy juke jeudi!#juke fic #writing prompt #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic

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invisibleraven · 4 months

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“Can I sleep here with you?” Rose & Carlos

"You sure you have everything packed?" Rose asked as she watched Ray put the last of the shirts he had set aside into his duffel.

"Think so, and if not, it's too late now, I've got to get going to catch my plane," Ray hummed. "It's only for the weekend anyways."

"I'll still miss you," Rose said, looping her arms around his neck, stepping up onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth.

"Mmm, I'll miss you too mi amour," Ray replied, swaying them back and forth. "But the sooner I go, the sooner I get back."

Rose sighed and let him go, but gave him a playful swat to his butt as he passed. "Well get on then, I'll be here when you get back."

Ray smirked and blew her a kiss as he left, and Rose watched the car pull out. The house seemed so empty without Ray-even if it was only going to be a few days. More so with Julie at sleep away camp and Carlos at baseball camp every day.

She wandered through the house, humming to herself, an idle melody that would probably never turn into anything, but she still jotted down bits and pieces of it as she found scraps of paper around. The Petal Pushers were due for another show soon anyways, something new might be just what they needed to get them to be more regular about performing.

Victoria brought Carlos home before supper, but declined to stay, she had a Pilates class that night, but promised to meet up the next day for a morning of yard sales while Carlos had a play date with little Alfie Peters.

"Is papi gone?" Carlos asked as they ate grilled cheese sandwiches in front of the television-Rose wasn't a stickler about eating at the table when it was just her and the kids.

"He is, but he'll be back Sunday night, probably after you are gone to bed. But I'll make him come kiss you goodnight if you'd like," Rose replied.

Carlos hummed, nodding, but his attention was more so on the cartoons on screen than her. Rose got it-she would be more entertained by transforming robots at that age than her own mother. It was a quiet night, cartoons until bathtime, then a story and bed. Rose smiled as she kissed Carlos' forehead, wishing him goodnight.

Then she was left to her own devices-not really sure what to do with herself. She puttered around, finding little things to do, but eventually she found she couldn't stick to any one thing, and decided on an early night. Even if she knew she wouldn't sleep well in that big bed all alone-she never slept well when Ray was on an away shoot.

She had barely drifted off when she heard the door open, and a small voice called out "Mami?"

"What's going on mijo?" Rose asked, sitting up, seeing Carlos by the light of the moon through her curtains and the small glow of the nightlight in the hall.

"Can I sleep here with you? I had a bad dream."

"Of course you can," she said, pulling back her quilt, and patting the mattress next to her. Carlos raced over and snuggled into her arms. "Do you want to tell me about the dream?" Carlos shook his head against her chest, and she patted his hair soothingly. "Well then, let me know if it comes back, and I'll chase it away."

Carlos nodded, and was soon snoring in her arms. Rose smiled as she rubbed his back, watching him sleep. Soon enough he'd be too big for this, seeking her comfort after a bad dream, too big to climb into bed with her. Until then she'd relish these moments, even if she didn't wish nightmares on her children.

She found her eyes growing heavy as she listened to Carlos' breathing, feeling him warm and soft in her arms. And even if it wasn't the same as having Ray in the bed with her, she didn't find it nearly as hard to fall asleep that night-not with her son next to her.

And neither of them had anything but the sweetest of dreams for the rest of the night.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rose & carlos #julie and the phantoms

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daintyduck99 · 6 months

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Those nights when you both party hard and now you have to take them back to their house and they say, no insist, that you stay. For PeterPatterLina?

As much as he hates to compliment her, Luke has to admit that Carrie throws the best parties.

It's nearly midnight before Julie drops, and there are still people partying all over the mansion, whooping and dancing and diving into the pool as music pulses through the whole place like a hypnotic heartbeat. A single glare from Carrie is usually enough to stop anyone from getting too disorderly, though. She cracks down hard, and no one wants to wind up on her notorious ban list. It’s like—the high school equivalent of getting blacklisted. Social death.

Luke and Reggie are pretty safe because of Julie. Try as Carrie might to hide it, she has a soft spot, and she has just as much trouble as they do when it comes to Julie’s puppy-dog eyes.

So, honestly? A last-minute dive would’ve been tempting if Luke hadn’t had Julie’s dead weight in his arms. It’s fun, openly delights Reggie, and annoys Carrie if she’s around—partially just because he’s him, but also because he ‘shakes all over her like a demented wet dog.’

Maybe he does. If she’s gonna call him a dog anyway, he might as well have fun with it, right?

And Julie—Julie’d pretend to be annoyed, but she’d actually be just as delighted as Reggie.

She’s sleeping in the backseat of Reggie’s truck now, though, so. There’s none of that spirit she’s usually showing. But she’s cute like this, too, serene and small in her nest of jackets.

Reggie chuckles, and Luke’s gaze shifts from the rearview over to Reggie with a little huff.

He realizes belatedly that he’s in what Alex has dubbed his ‘pouting stance’ and uncrosses his arms, which makes Reggie visibly suppress a grin. Luke scowls. “What?!”

“Nothing.” Reggie’s eyes briefly flick over to Luke, bright with the grin that wants to play out properly on his lips. He signals to turn onto Julie’s road. “You guys are just—adorable.”

Luke squawks. “I am not! You take that back before I decide to stay in the studio.”

Reggie just hums as he pulls into the Molina’s driveway, waiting until they’re safely in park.

Then he hits Luke with his own puppy-dog eyes and pout, which is honestly just as good as Julie’s, if not better. He even flutters his eyelashes.

“Aw, but Lu. Who’s gonna stargaze with me in the bed of the truck until we fall asleep, then?”

Luke blinks, huffing out a laugh as his pulse picks up. “Um—”

“Nobody’s sleeping out here or in the studio,” Julie slurs, albeit firmly, as she sluggishly sits.

Luke could kiss her for the save.

Reggie snorts. “Jules, I think you’re still half-asleep out here. Looking very comfy, too.”

“Actually,” Luke says, smirking, “I believe the word you used was adorable.”

“Please, like you weren’t thinking it—and you are also— ”

Julie’s soft, sleepy giggle slips through their banter, and they fall silent as she yawns.

“Guys, just come inside. We have guest rooms. I won’t…I can’t worry if you’re here.”

Luke and Reggie exchange a knowing look. It’s not like they want to go home, anyway.

Finally, Reggie asks, “Are you sure that Ray won’t mind?”

Julie flaps her hand in a Flynn-like, albeit sleep-smudged, way. “Not if you aren’t in my bed.”

Reggie goes very red. Luke does too, a little bit, but he mostly just snickers at Reggie.

“Really, though,” Julie adds, swaying through the space in the seats, “you should stay.”

“Well—” Reggie looks at Luke again, smiling a little as Luke nods. “Okay. Thanks, Julie.”

Reggie is the one who carries her, this time, with Luke hovering after as they quietly move through the house. Ray may be more lax with her curfew now—she’s almost eighteen—but they half expect him to pop out of the walls like a ghost. He doesn’t, but light shines under his door.

It’s not until they’re halfway out of Julie’s that she says, “Also…we’re all adorable. So even if someone did find you here…in the end, it’d be fine. Just…just so you know.”

Luke and Reggie just blink at one another owlishly until Luke looks away. He swallows.

“Okay, um—goodnight, Jules.”

Then he yanks Reggie into the nearest guest room, where Reggie beats him to the punch.

“Did—was she implying that we’re too cute to get in trouble for being caught with her?”

“I think so?” Luke tries to smile. “I had no idea that either of you were so biased.”

Reggie gives him a real punch for that, albeit a super light one. “Oh, like you aren’t, too.”

Luke hums. “I think—this is a morning conversation. One that we should have with Julie.”

That’s when Ray decides to clear his throat. “I think that would be wise.”

They spring apart and wheel around, only to find that a faint smile has crossed Ray’s face.

“Take it from me,” he adds, “it’s not good to stay up overthinking this stuff. Get some sleep.”

There’s a story there, and a question on Reggie’s lips, but Luke doesn’t let him ask it yet.

“Okay. Thanks, Ray.”

He inclines his head. “Thanks for bringing Julie home safe. Goodnight, boys.”

Ray also makes a point of telling them where the other guest room is, which is—overkill, in Luke’s opinion, but he does manage to smack a kiss to Reggie’s cheek before he goes.

He can’t help but laugh as Reggie gapes at him, bravado gone, flushed and wide-eyed.

“Yeah,” Luke admits, “you’re pretty adorable, too.”

And honestly?

He could get used to getting kisses instead of swats or punches for his teasing.

#friends to lovers prompts #peterpatterlina #rukebox #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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nkn0va · 2 months

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Ok hear me out. Kokonoe and Tsubaki with a househusband s/o.

Anon who the FUCK gave you a cooking license? I'm taking it away.

You are now head chef, keep those banger asks incoming.

Step one to being best girl: Have hair a shade of red, pink included.

Step two: Be voiced by Julie Ann Taylor

Kokonoe A. Mercury

-Being one of Sector Seven's top scientists, Kokonoe brings in more than enough to support a household. Realistically, being in Sector Seven yourself, specifically as one of her field agents is the only way you could've gotten to know her well enough to make her of all people want to end up marrying you.

-Being her field agent for so long before marrying her, naturally you've...seen a lot of shit. You were more than happy to hang up the gear and take the role of househusband. You really had no reason not to.

-Half the time, being Kokonoe's husband is like taking care of a child to be completely honest. A hyper intelligent child whose hiding away an entire stockpile of nukes as Hakumen found out in CS, but a child nonetheless.

-Being involved with Kokonoe in any capacity, ESPECIALLY as her husband, requires a lot of patience. Even to her lover she's sassy, short tempered, and sarcastic, all the while being way too absorbed in her work and addicted to that damn silvervine candy.

-She eventually comes to depend on you entirely for her diet. The only way she's eating anything even remotely healthy is if you make it for her, otherwise she's living off silvervine, coffee, and chocolate.

-Most of the time if you wanna see Kokonoe and not just call her (which sometimes she doesn't even pick up), you're gonna have to head over to the lab yourself. If someone else is already there with her, she's gonna tell you to wait until they're gone. She's a bit embarrassed of being seen with her husband by anyone else.

-You're the only guest she ever actually looks forward to, not that she'd admit that out loud (though you already know anyway). Usually when you come visit it's to give her some actually decent food.

-She won't ever admit to it, but she really appreciates when you do it. A homecooked meal from her husband always lifts her mood, reminds her of the life she never got to have since it was taken from her by Terumi. It's one of the few things that actually makes her feel any emotion other than anger, irritation, or a sick satisfaction from watching one of her crazy ass plans come to fruition. You're just glad you can actually make her eat decently for once in her life.

-You'll also have to convince her yourself if you want her to come home for once and get some actual sleep in a proper bed. It'll take some effort but you'll get her to do so at least once a week.

-Sleeping in the same bed as you is the one time Kokonoe truly gets to relax. Once her brain finally winds down she melts into your embrace as she feels the inevitable pull of sleep, purring softly in your arms. Seeing her so unguarded like this is a unique privilege that only you have. God is it fucking precious.

-As much of a pain in the ass she is and how much she can test your patience, it's the moments like these that make it all worth it, when she finally shows her soft side to you and lets you know that she really does care about you. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Tsubaki Yayoi (my beloved 💗)

-Ending up as a househusband is pretty straightforward similar to Kokonoe. This is the heiress/soon to be head of one the families of the Duodecim, bagging this lovely heiress means you never have to work a day in your life again.

-Of course you still wanted to do at least something for such a perfect woman you had the impossible privilege of calling your wife, but she insisted you didn't need to. Eventually househusband was the thing you both agreed to. Maids and servants exist but having her husband fill the role felt much more natural. More cozy, made the house feel more like a home.

-The arrangement ends up being one you're both happy with. Tsubaki is able to continue her duties of an NOL soldier while knowing you're safe and far away from the danger taking care of the house.

-You'll occasionally drop by the base sometimes just to see her whenever you get bored. The other soldiers there eventually get used to your presence and leave you be. Hearing your knock on the door to Tsubaki's office is always the highlight of her day, she'll drop any work she's doing to spend some time with you in what would otherwise be a monotonous, boring shift, especially if you took the time to make her something to eat. It definitely beats the food offered on base.

-Of course it doesn't beat walking through the door of the house every day, having you welcome her home with a kiss. It's all blissfully domestic, like she's always wanted after living a life of such lavish luxury like she has.

-One duty of the house you both share is cooking duty. It's one of her favorite ways to spend time with you while bonding over good food. You two talk about your days, the new gossip in the Duodecim and the base, whatever tomfoolery Makoto's gotten into, overall just getting to wind down and talk about things not relating to work.

-Though speaking of Makoto, her and the rest of Tsubaki's friends on occasion sometimes are called over to have some off time together. As long as there's food prepared by you and her, the last thing anyone needs is there not being food and Noel trying to get into the kitchen.

-It's not long though before the conversation of kids inevitably comes up. Unlike Kokonoe who's probably not the biggest fan of the idea, Tsubaki's quite fond of it. She'd want at least two, she wouldn't want to have an only child that grows up without a sibling like she did. As far as she's concerned, no kid should ever have to be lonely like that, even if they'd have two parents present.

-It probably happens eventually. However many kids you two end up having, she's perfectly happy. Despite growing up richer than almost all their peers, Tsubaki will ensure her kids are raised to have dignity and compassion to the people around them. They're in a safe, loving environment where they can truly learn about the world around them and learn to appreciate it for what it is.

-Now she has even more to come home to every day, with her precious little bundles of joy. It reminds her of why she does what she does why she fights to uphold justice. So that families like hers never have to suffer pain, and can live in a world free of injustice and suffering.

-You. Her children. Her family. It is why she fights, the family she would put her life on the line to protect. Her entire world. Her past, present, and future.

#blazblue #relationship headcanons #headcanon #tsubaki yayoi #kokonoe mercury #domestic fluff #fluff #x reader #anon ask #answered

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