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Can you do yandere triplets x reader?

Yandere Huey, Dewey, & Louie Duck (Team-Up, Romantic Scenario - "Crunch Time")

TW: Implied Kidnapping, Delusional Mindsets.

A.N. - I feel like having all three of these boys obsessed with you would just be utter chaos. All the time.

Hearing someone clear their throat, you hesitantly turned your head to see a vexed Huey standing at the end of the sofa closest to the entrance. The neurotic duckling was tapping his foot on the floor impatiently and looking back and forth between Louie and you, his eyes narrowed and arms crossed. Upon noticing the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook clutched to his chest, you immediately understood the motive for his unhappiness. 

A deep frown settled on Huey's face as he blinked and angled his head upwards slightly, glare halting on his youngest brother. "Why is the TV still on?" 

Louie merely shrugged and removed a hand from his pocket to place an arm around your shoulder, gaze never leaving the television. "Mmm, 'cause I still got five minutes?"

The older triplet's eye twitched as he tilted his head and leaned forward, a strained smile beginning to stretch from ear to ear. You looked down at Louie's hand as he grabbed a fistful of your shirt, his grip tightening.

"Actually, your session ended five minutes ago. Five minutes and twenty-three and a half seconds ago to be exact."

The lackadaisical duckling abruptly tugged you closer to him and rested his head on yours, smiling smugly. "Huh, guess my watch is a little slow." It was a warning for Huey to get off his case, but the neurotic duckling was nothing if not persistent. 

He raised his beloved guidebook to his mouth and sunk his teeth into its spine, pulling both sides of the book in opposite directions before lowering it and shouting, "You don't have a watch!"

His hands were trembling, and his gaze shifted to you, silently demanding that you take his side. Louie had long since made it a habit to dance around the truth and purposefully elicit this type of reaction from his eldest brother, but you knew better than to play favourites. The last time you attempted to manipulate your way to freedom Louie had sniffed out your scheme instantly and sparked a nasty confrontation. 

Pursuing your new strategy of flying under the radar, you kept your mouth shut and returned your focus to the television. Huey, infuriated by your rejection, marched in front of the two of you and obstructed your view. "It's my turn now, Louie. You got the exact amount of time we agreed to, plus an extra five minutes and twenty-three and a half seconds."

 Louie finally met his brother's gaze and simply offered a lazy smile. "Yeah, but," he countered, kicking his feet up and sinking further into the sofa, "I had to listen to Scrooge eat breakfast for most of it, so that earns me another half-hour at least."

Huey bit into his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook again, breathing quickening as his face began to turn a bright, cherry red. "That's not how math works," he screamed before raising a hand and pointing the tips of his fingers in the direction of the dining room, a hint of confusion entering his wrathful visage. "Also, that doesn't even make sense. Scrooge ate lunch, like, an hour ago." 

Louie's face crumpled in disgust as if he had been scarred for life. "He came back for seconds." 

You wriggled your shoulder and realized how limp the lackadaisical triplet's grip had become. Your prolonged inaction must have been paying off. 

Huey shot his younger brother a flabbergasted look, momentarily forgetting his anger, before sighing and glowering at him. "I don't have time for this."

With the speed of a snail, you began to lean away and scoot in the opposite direction. 

The youngest triplet stared up at his eldest brother with half-lidded eyes and asked in a mocking tone, "Whatever do you mean, Hue?" His jeering smile reignited the neurotic triplet's fury, and Huey reared his head back, rapidly flapping his hands. Louie's fingers were gradually slipping from your shoulder one digit at a time and the autonomy you had been stripped of was in sight. 

You started to rise from the cushion. 

"That's it!"

All at once, you were yanked to your feet and the lackadaisical triplet raked his fingers down your other arm in a frantic attempt to secure a hold on you. 

As searing pain shot up your limb like a bullet, Louie managed to snatch your hand, but Huey promptly grabbed it and jerked the two of you apart. "We're going up to our bedroom, and I'm locking the door!" 

The eldest triplet stormed around the sofa and headed for the entrance, pulling you along behind him. His younger brother gawked at the proclamation, a glint of desperation permeating his eyes.

Louie scrambled to his feet and seized your hand once again, tugging you backwards and digging his heels into the rug. "Wait," he begged, wincing at the seething glare his older brother shot him from over his shoulder, "you promised we could at least be in the same room together!" 

Huey came to a halt and whirled around to face him, bellowing out a deranged laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry. Rule breakers don't get benefits." Eyes widening and pupils shrinking to uneven sizes, he stomped towards his lackadaisical sibling. "They get penalties." 

Louie gulped and quivered but stood his ground as Huey smiled triumphantly. "Enjoy one week of withdrawal!" 

The youngest triplet's face twisted in horror, and he lunged forward to hug your arm, falling to his knees and dragging his feet behind him. "No! You can't do that! That's not fair!" 

The neurotic duckling scowled at his actions and released you, marching past to work on prying his brother off. "Oh, so now you suddenly care about the rules?"

A life spent cutting corners and taking the easy way out had left Louie with minimal stamina and endurance, and Huey was gradually overpowering him.

 "I'm sorry, okay? I won't keep them overtime anymore, I swear! Just take back the withdrawal!" 

Feeling the lackadaisical triplet's grip slipping, you began to creep towards the entrance. 

"Are you sorry for the five minutes and twenty-three and a half seconds of 'Huey Junior Woodchuck Guidebook' time you stole from me?" 

Louie's hand was sliding down your arm as you continued to slink further away, while the eldest triplet was pulling him in the opposite direction. His hold on you was almost completely gone, only a few stubborn fingers remaining intertwined with yours. 

"Would you let that go already? I said I was sorry!"

It took a final tug on your part, but you managed to free yourself and discreetly take a step back, allowing the two to zero in on each other.

Huey stood over Louie, who was crouching awkwardly on the floor. The eldest triplet narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, grinding his teeth and growling lowly. The lackadaisical duckling raised his hands in front of his face and peeked at his older brother through them with apprehension. 

"Do you want me to go get the sibling calendar and show you exactly when your time ended," quizzed Huey before adding in a much louder, angrier tone, "because I will!" 

Deciding this was your prime opportunity, you turned and crept into the hallway with all the decorum of a field mouse. Hearing the two began to roughhouse, you entitled yourself to a bit of slack and hastened your pace through the corridor. All was going well until two figures rounded the corner at the end of the hall, and you immediately recognized them as Dewey and Webby. 

They were chatting excitedly about their most recent adventure but fell deathly silent at the sight of you.

While Webby stared at you in horror as if you were ruining a plan that the two of you had devised together, Dewey nearly combusted on the spot. He gasped audibly and pressed his hands against his cheeks, pupils dilating exponentially. Before you had time to so much as blink, he was sprinting down the corridor with open arms and tackled you to the floor in a full-body hug. 

"You were looking for me, weren't you? I was looking for you too!" The spirited duckling spoke with a voice as light as a feather, letting out an airy giggle as he pressed his face against the crook of your neck. Dewey had always been the more innocent of the triplets, viewing your time at McDuck Manor as little more than one big, never-ending playdate. 

Despite his brothers' oppressive behaviour and even your insistence at times, he failed to grasp the notion that you were more akin to a prisoner than a playmate and used to have a life outside of them and the mansion. His apparent naivety made him the easiest to manipulate, but exploiting that was like taking a stroll through a minefield when the other triplets were nearby.

"Guess what I did today! Ah, nevermind, I can't wait! Webby and I went on an adventure with Uncle Scrooge, and we-" The spirited duckling raved about his latest journey incessantly, placing his hands on either side of your head to prop himself up. He was positively brimming with vitality as he sat back, positioning himself in your lap and waving his arms around in various gestures like a child bragging to their parent about what they did at school that day. 

Webby hastily approached from behind and paused next to Dewey, glancing back and forth between him and you with worry and wondering whether to intervene or not. The rambunctious duckling had recognized the triplets' collective obsession before even you did, but with the brothers constantly assuring her that nothing questionable was transpiring and no one else in the household batting an eye at the rather peculiar dynamic, she had become hesitant to assist you in any way.

Huey and Louie tumbled through the entrance to the living room and into the corridor, landing in a pile on the floor. The youngest triplet's face was almost completely obstructed by his hood, while the eldest triplet's hat was on the verge of falling off. Louie had ahold of his brother's leg, who was clasping the back of his hoodie and frantically yanking him in all directions. 

The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook was clutched in Huey's mouth, leaving the neurotic duckling to mutter muffled grievances as his lackadaisical sibling pleaded with him to rescind his previous punishment. 

Dewey looked up at them and fell silent, his euphoria rapidly fading and being replaced with concern and confusion. 

You met Webby's gaze, and she stared at you uncertainly before her eyes widened. She gasped quietly and stepped closer to Dewey, whispering something about Huey's sibling calendar. The spirited duckling's happiness returned in an instant. "Huey, you didn't tell me today was a freebie!"

The neurotic triplet finally detached his lackadaisical sibling from his leg and slowly stood up with his guidebook in hand, eyeing his younger brother with a mixture of frustration and perplexity. "That's because it isn't." 

Louie was lying on his back and staring at the ceiling with a look of begrudgingly admitted defeat, but he turned his head to glower at the sight of his older brother effectively cuddling you. "I don't recall inviting you to 'Louie TV' time, Dewford." 

Dewey was taken aback by his hostility, and Huey immediately turned to glare down at him with clenched fists. "Have you listened to a word I've said," the eldest triplet cried out, flapping his arms, "'Louie TV' time is over! It's been over for several minutes! Besides, we're not even in the living room anymore!" 

Louie grumbled and rolled his eyes, looking off to the side dismissively. 

The spirited triplet leaned back, gaze shifting from one brother to another. "Did I miss something?"

You tilted and lifted your head slightly to peek past Dewey, glancing up at the duckling to ensure that he was still distracted by his siblings' squabble, and plotted how far the front door was from your current position. It was only a couple of hallways straight ahead before you would spill into the foyer, the extravagant door could simply be pushed open, and no one in the mansion except for those who surrounded you would present an obstacle. 

Louie was not a threat as long as you kept him at a distance, and his poor fitness would take care of that for you. 

Huey's rage provided him with a surplus of energy but getting an ample headstart would most likely put him out of the equation. 

Dewey was easily the most athletic and agile of the triplets and needed to be impeded somehow, which spurred you to look at Webby. 

The rambunctious duckling was already staring at you with a conflicted visage, having caught on to your line of thinking. 

You doubted that she would go so far as to tackle and restrain Dewey, but you trusted her to not rat you out either.

As the two of you looked into each other's eyes, you recalled a certain move you had witnessed Webby use on the spirited triplet many times during survival or fighting games. Every so slowly, you returned your attention to Dewey and began to tuck in your legs. 

Huey crossed his arms and stared down at Louie in disapproval, shaking his head. "Don't worry about Louie, Dewey. He's just mad because he's actually having to face the consequences of his actions for once." 

The lackadaisical triplet yanked the strings of his hoodie in opposite directions, leaving only his beak visible, before stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning away. 

Dewey furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth slightly, flashing you a brief smile when he felt you grip his wrists. "What hap-"

You suddenly slammed your foot against his stomach and flipped him over your head, sending him roughly crashing onto the floor behind you. 

Louie immediately peeked over his shoulder before scrambling to his feet with a gobsmacked expression, while Huey gawked at the sight. 

Webby scurried out of the way as you hastily jumped up and began sprinting down the corridor, watching you with a mixture of sorrow and hope.

Heart pounding and legs quaking, you rounded the first corner. All sorts of elegant paintings and sculptures lined the walls, but your eyes never left the end of the hallway. Every tandem of focus was wholly devoted to your next step, but as the frantic and enraged cries of the triplets roared from behind like a tidal wave, a sprinkle of self-doubt and terror began to infect your mind. 

Your speed was coming into question and the hallways only seemed to grow longer with each breath while the debilitating parasite of diffidence dug deeper into your psyche. As you swore you felt a hand graze the back of your shirt, the image of the front door came into view and with it, a renewed sense of determination. Pumping every bit of strength left into your legs, you raised your hands and pointed your palms at the entrance. 

Angling your body forward, you careened into the front door like a wrecking ball, bursting it open and landing on the porch. The concrete slapped your stomach harshly, and your elbows roughly skidded across it, but you used your arms to break your fall and protect your head.

"Curse me kilts!" 

The moment the Scottish accent registered in your disoriented mind, a wide smile appeared on your face before being replaced with a look of exhaustion. You lifted your head to see Scrooge McDuck staring at you with a box of treasure in his hands, eyes wide. He was your new trump card. 

The wealthy duck noticed your skinned elbows and weary visage and quickly set the box on the ground, concern entering his gaze. "That was quite a nasty fall there. What's your hurry," he asked, offering a kind smile as he extended a hand to you. 

You reached out to take it and opened your mouth to ask for salvation when someone suddenly tripped over your legs and collapsed on top of you. Letting out a grunt, you peered over your shoulder and saw a frantic and confused Dewey. 

Huey and Louie emerged soon after, the former only a hair's breadth away from a nervous breakdown, while the latter was panting and seething. 

Your face twisted in desperation, and you turned to beg Scrooge to pull you to your feet. To your horror, he was retracting his hand and reaching for the box of spoils from his latest adventure.

"Ah, it's one of you kids' 'games'. Sorry to interrupt." The old duck tipped his hat at the four of you and lifted the loot into his arms. 

When he began to step around you, a spark of adrenaline surged through your veins and prompted you to grab a fistful of his red coat. "Mr. McDuck, I've been here for almost a week. My parents are worried sick, and I need to go home now." 

Scrooge stared at you as if you had slapped him before an uneasy smile gradually expanded on his weathered face. He started to agree, but Louie interrupted him. 

"Ignore that, Uncle Scrooge. They're just being dramatic because they lost the game." The lackadaisical triplet dismissed your pleading with a chuckle and a wave of his hand while Huey and Dewey brought you to your feet and kept a firm grasp on your arms. 

Knowing your chance was slipping through your fingers, you looked Scrooge in the eyes and said, "My parents called me earlier and told me to come home." The triplets had confiscated your phone days ago, but they were not about to admit that to their uncle.

It was the perfect trap, and Louie's silver tongue was unable to counter in time.

The wealthy waterfowl nodded in understanding and entered his mansion, balancing the box in one hand and holding the front door open with the other. He looked back at the four of you expectantly, and the triplets reluctantly released you and stepped aside. They stayed on your heels once inside, and when Dewey tried to hold your hand, you scurried closer to Scrooge. 

The old duck shot you a small smile, although it felt a bit strained, and the faraway look in his eyes suggested that he was contemplating something significant. Scrooge paused at the beginning of the stairs and looked at you with an odd glint in his eye. "I'm just going to hand this off to Beakley. Then I'll give Launchpad a quick call. You kids can wait here." 

His expression and tone betrayed nothing, but you could not shake the feeling that he was subtly asking if you approved of his plan. 

Every moment spent alone with the triplets was a gamble you did not want to take, but before you were able to voice your objections, arms wrapped around you from behind and pulled you into an unwanted embrace.

Dewey's cries echoed in the foyer as he clung to you, tears brimming in his wild, wide eyes and cascading down his cheeks like his own personal waterfall. He was beseeching you to stay, but your resolve never crumbled for even a moment. 

As Huey staggered to your side, gnawing on the spine of his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook like it was his favourite delicacy, Scrooge squinted warily and hastily ascended the stairs. 

Louie was the last to approach you, his expression one of frustration and fear. He dug his hands into his pockets and scowled at the floor, breathing frantically. "You're coming back, right?" 

Huey, twitching and fidgeting, lowered the book and shot his youngest brother an incredulous look before blurting out, "Of course they are! They need us!" The neurotic triplet tilted his head and laughed hysterically, a deranged smile stretching from ear to ear. "We take better care of them than anyone else could ever dream of!" He began to recite rules from the guidebook and mutter gibberish, rocking back and forth on his heels.

As you impatiently awaited Scrooge's return, the triplets encircled you and implored you to reconsider in various forms. Dewey's pleading was nearly incomprehensible due to his sobbing, Louie attempted to bribe you with everything he could think of, and Huey ranted about how no one in the outside world was capable of protecting you as well as he could. 

You did your best to ignore them.

When Scrooge finally emerged from the top of the stairs, you were on the cusp of racing forward and hugging him, for two of the triplets immediately fell silent and backed away at his presence. 

Dewey continued to weep, and his grip did not slacken in the slightest. 

The wealthy waterfowl descended from the elegant steps and began to guide you to the front door, sporting a deadly serious expression. He gently removed his great-nephew before stepping outside with you and shutting the door, ensuring that his next words would be private. 

"Beakley told me everything." His voice was low, and his gaze settled on the horizon. "Webbigail informed her of my great-nephews'-" he paused, struggling to find the right phrase, "-abnormal admiration for you."

The old duck observed Duckburg in silence for a while before sighing and turning to face you. "I can't guarantee that this'll be the end of it. If those three inherited anything from their mother, it was her stubbornness." Scrooge glanced at the door with narrowed eyes, knowing that the triplets were most likely pressed against it and trying to hear as much of the conversation as possible.

"Still, I'll do my best to keep a rein on them." He peered towards the gates of his property, spotting Launchpad's limousine cruising up the driveway and steadily nearing the mansion. 

You watched the approaching vehicle in silence, only desiring home. 

Scrooge leaned against his cane and turned his head to smile weakly at you, having too much on his mind to offer anything more. "If you'd like a wee vacation from Clan McDuck, I'd understand." You merely nodded, whether in appreciation or simple acknowledgement, Scrooge was not certain. He decided to stop talking regardless. 

As Launchpad pulled up and got out to hold the door open for you, the wealthy duck quietly bid you goodbye.

His troubled gaze followed the limousine until it reached the gates and disappeared behind the wall. Then, his countenance collapsed into a foul scowl, and he spun around, throwing the front door open. As the old duck expected, the triplets fell onto the porch in a pile, gasping and grunting in surprise. 

Huey recovered first and looked up only to come face to face with his great-uncle's seething visage. "Kids. In my office. Now."

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thank you disco elysium for the best idle animation ive ever seen

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR RQ!!!! could i get main 4 of hxh having a crush headcanons?

Leorio is an open book, as expected when he has feelings he’s straight forward and can be a bit of a flirt at times. His way of flirting being more dorky and cheesy, but you’d have to be a special kinda oblivious not to get his advances. Though despite this confidence he seems to have, he can never actually ask you out on a date, just calling you the love of his life, or tell you how attractive you are. All that, and a date seems like too much? Regardless, he isn’t just there for the looks. He shows he truly cares about you with his protectiveness and overall selflessness when it comes to you.

Kurapika is unsure how to approach you, he’s never liked anyone before so naturally he’s a bit lost. In fact, he doesn’t even understand his feelings for awhile. Misplaces it as just feeling a strong connection with you, that you and him have a stronger friendship than most do. Leorio has to snap him out of that, and explain he’s feeling romantic attraction. Once this becomes clear to him, he’s a bit of an awkward mess around you, fumbling with his words and getting a bit red in the face, acting almost shy, as he can never look you in the eyes. It’s almost painful to watch.

Gon is also like a open book, and is a pretty simple guy. He doesn’t have a full grasp on romantic feelings, so he isn’t able to recognize what he feels, even if he feels it so strongly, all he knows is he feels a deep connection. Something much different than what he feels with Killua, an odd sensation. Like a reason to wake up everyday. It eventually becomes clear (because of leorio) that he likes you. It surprises him, romance has never been much of a focus in his life and yet he’s fallen for you! He’s not sure what to do for awhile, but he’d eventually confess with some flowers and would be straight forward, albeit a bit nervous and may fumble a bit.

Killua isn’t dumb, but is also not used to romance. Given that he’s young and hasn’t been around too many people in his life where he can form good bonds with. It’s safe to say he’s never liked anyone before so it takes him awhile to place what he’s feeling for you, but he’s able to figure it out on his own. He’s not sure what to do about it though, the boy has some insecurities and may feel like maybe you deserve somebody better. He does however confess thanks to Gon. Upon knowing his feelings for you he’s a lot more blushy, and teases you a lot more, he’s also 10x more protective but other than that still himself.

A friend DM'ed me asking about Yandere Sun and Moon from FNAF: Security Breach, and I'm actually going to go ahead and post my headcanons about them:

(I don't know if they're given pronouns, in-game, so I'm using "they/them".)

Sun would be all about lovebombing and Moon would be all about control.

When their darling is cooperating, Moon would actually be very soft and soothing; they're designed to take care of napping children, so Moon would be great if their darling has nightmares or is trying to get to sleep but having trouble.

If you lay down when they tell you to, Moon will just quietly tiptoe (and soar) around, bringing you extra soft blankets and, if you can't go right to sleep yet, maybe some warm milk with honey.

While you drift off, Moon would stroke your back and sing lullabies. (They're creepy sounding, because Moon sounds creepy in general, but they're trying.)

I think the fact that, in the game, Sun still says their lines if you go back to the security desk while Moon is stalking you is a mistake, but I'll take it to be canon that Sun can still talk while Moon is in control and vice versa (since Sun's line about keeping the light on sounded like Moon talking). While Moon is putting you to sleep, Sun will sometimes come through, excitedly whispering about how much fun you'll have, in the morning. Moon shushes them(self?).

It's just breaking the rules by, say, getting up early or staying up late that makes Moon turn menacing. Naughty children must be caught!

Sun is never threatening, but they are desperate; they want their darling to be happy and having fun, and if that isn't happening, then it must be because you want to do arts and crafts or play on the fun slide or swim in the ballpit or do something you're not doing. How about some yummy soda? That will make you want to play!

Either of them can lift an adult human (of any size) easily (because it's FNAF and all these animatronics/puppets are unreasonably strong). If you stray, either of them will just carry you back to where they want you. Sun will act like it's a misunderstanding and you went the wrong way (and bring you back to the designated play area as many times as they have to, with no indication that their patience is exhaustible); Moon will pick you up and call you "naughty" over and over and pile blankets on top of you until you can't get up again.

Sun loves to play games.

Moon loves to cuddle.

They don't have a concept of adult human behavior; they're designed for children, so if they feel strongly for anyone, they express love in the way they would towards a child. That is to say, telling them how old you are won't make a difference. At most, Sun will just indulgently say "Wow! You're a big kid, huh? You've had a lot of birthdays!"

They also weren't given an understanding of romantic relationships, so the best they can express their yandere feelings is by calling you their "best, best, best, best friend", and their "extra-good friend," and things like that.

If anyone (animatronic or human) tries to find you, they'll just put you to sleep and hide you away, lying that they haven't seen you. Maybe they stow you in the castle, or maybe in the ballpit. "It's super hard to find things in the ballpit...but I know how!"

(WARNING: THIS ONE'S DARK, OKAY?) They are the type of yandere who actually might kill you by accident and then not notice. Moon just treats you like you're sleeping and keeps away the icky bugs, and then the daycare gets complaints for the smell.

This cat has fluffy horns

“The rare tri boop”

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Turning Red as anime 🐼❤️🌈

You're my favourite slasher writer, the characterizations are just *chef kiss* and if I could steal your writing ability, I would. If you wouldn't mind could you do Billy Lenz and kiss prompt 28? (One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss). Good luck on your exams!

Prompt 28: One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

With Billy Lenz:

"Can't sleep?" you asked, voice a tired murmur.

Sharing a bed with Billy wasn't always peaceful, especially on his fidgety nights or the nights he couldn't sleep. You had managed to drift off to sleep but were soon awoke by the soft touches of your strange boyfriend. He hadn't intended on waking you, only trying to lull himself to sleep by caressing your soft skin, hoping it would soothe him.

Billy just shook his head, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. You smiled fondly, rolling over to face him. As soon as you cupped his cheek in your hand, he lent into your touch, humming as your thumb stroked over his cheek.

He lifted his own hand, caressing your cheek in return. "So pretty" Billy murmured, sleepy despite his struggles to actually drift off.

You remained still as you let him caress your face, fingertips tracing your features before finding their way to their lips. His fingertips traced the shape of your mouth before stroking over the softness of your lips, possibly one of his favourite features of yours.

He smiled when you pressed the gentlest of kisses to the tips of his fingers. He applied a small amount of pressure to your lips before removing his hand, tilting his chin up to touch his lips to yours.

"Goodnight Billy" you cooed, running your fingers through his hair as he buried his face in your chest. He murmured a muffled 'night' as he laced his arms around your body, holding you close as he let sleep take him.

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