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luveline · 3 months

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would you ever be willing to write the day spencer and stripper!reader met in the grocery store? i’ve always loved the concept when you’ve referenced it in the story, i would love to read it👀 you’re absolutely incredible and i can never say anything not anon to you because my blog is flooding you with notes constantly and i’m embarrassed😅

thank you for your request ❤️ fem!reader, 1.5k

cw for domestic violence and workplace abuse

There's this weird organic grocery store by Spencer's place that's far too expensive, but it's a ten minute walk, so that's where he goes. (Weird in separation to organic.)

He needs a lot of groceries now he's home for the week. Bread, vegetables, rice, flour if he wants to try and make pancakes, which he does. He also needs a new pen to write a letter for his mom, but Leaven is slightly too small for a stationery section.

He doesn't know what he'll say to her in this one. Maybe that the cases he's going on are easy, or that he's been reading about crows. She's not feeling well lately. It might help her to know he's doing gentle things, even if it isn't true.

No, he thinks. Can't lie to her. He never lies to his mom.

Eggs. Sugar. Coffee grounds. He fills his cart. It'll be a lot to carry on the way home, but better to do it in one go. He likes keeping busy but he's a human being, too, and he's looking forward to spending at least sixteen hours in bed after dinner tonight.

You look tired, too.

Your back is turned, but Spencer knows it's you. You must live close by, he's been seeing you duck in and out for months. Usually with a loaf of bread or a single box of painkillers tucked in your pocket. You don't steal, he'd be able to tell, and he wouldn't say anything if you did, anyways. All he knows about you is that you have a nice smile when you have the energy, and your voice is like silk. Purposeful or by nature, he's yet to guess.

You're standing by the end of the aisle near the checkouts with a basket hanging from your fingers. All you're buying today is a box of pancake mix and a bag of peas.

Weird, he thinks with a smile. Spencer likes weird stuff. It's quirky.

You turn to see which checkout is empty and Spencer's smile abruptly drops.

You have a bruise across half of your face. It isn't strictly fresh —he can see the split skin on your cheek starting to close in on itself, and your purpled eye is open (though barely). You're frowning. Spencer knows how bad it hurts to get hurt like that. For a split second he can't believe someone could do that to another person, and then he remembers the hundreds of women he's had the privilege to meet at their most vulnerable, who trusted him, and he thinks maybe he's capable of helping another one.

“Hey,” he says.

You meet his eyes with a funny smile. “Hey. Sorry, am I in the way?” you ask, your voice stretched, thin but not weak.

“No, you're not, it's… I see you here all the time.”

You hold your breath. When you talk, it rushes out. “So?” you ask wearily.

“Are you okay?”

Your funny smile fades as Spencer's had. He supposes that's the talent of cruelty. Even when it's over, it's not truly over. Your bruise still hurts, and Spencer still needs to know you'll be okay when you go home tonight.

“I see you all the time too. We've… we've actually spoken before, haven't we?” you ask after a moment.

“Yeah, about spirometry. I was out of breath running and–” It doesn't matter. You asked him if he was okay, and he explained that he was, just that his lungs don't hold much air on account of his own laziness, and it doesn't matter. “Are you? Alright? It's a bad bruise.”

“It's getting better.”

It might be, but there's something so raw about seeing you standing there in your sweatpants too big for you and a hoodie with a hole in it, purple and yellow contusion across your eyes and nose like the clumsy stroke of a paintbrush. Spencer will admit to feeling sorry for you.

“Can I talk to you?” he asks, knowing this isn't the right place. “There's the cafe at the front? Let me pay for my stuff and–”

“I'm really okay–”

“You had a cast on your wrist two weeks ago and now you're here with a limp and a really bad bruise,” he says softly, imploringly, “I just wanna talk to you about it. You don't have to say yes, I'm not trying to be weird, but I–”

You cut off his mile a minute speech with a small smile. “Okay. I'm not, you know, doing anything anyways. It'll be nice to sit down.”

Spencer knows it's dumb, but he wants to show he has good intentions. He takes your basket out of your hands and nods toward the cafe past the checkouts. “I'll come and meet you.”

“You don't have to,” you say, gesturing at the basket.

“The damage is done, right? This place is ridiculous.” He doesn't like the way you're holding your hip. It makes him feel sick, even though there's no proof one way or another to say you've been hurt beyond your bruising.

He pays for his things and yours and meets you at the cafe. He's half expecting you to have bolted, but you sit at a table near the entrance, completely still.

Spencer puts his two bags under the table and offers you your pancake mix and peas in their own bag.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“It was my boss.” You look at your fingers, spreading them slowly over the table top. “I’m a dancer. Sorry. I know you’re going to ask.”

“And he hit you?”

“Yeah.”

Spencer knows the number for every women’s shelter in every state, but he doubts it would matter to you. He can tell already that you’d say no. He can tell you’re scared, even if you don’t realise it yourself. “Is it getting worse?”

You can’t offer him anything else. He understands how that feels. There have been moments where he desperately wanted to tell someone, anyone, what was going on in his life, but he always holds his secrets like a perpetual ache in his throat. It’s like he can’t tell someone, even if they ask.

Sometimes he just wishes they’d ask twice.

“You can tell me. It won’t sound stupid,” he promises. He’s in some odd place between Agent Reid and young, terrified Spencer, determined to help you, but not sure how. “It’s getting worse, right?”

“Yeah,” you say, the weight of tears on your tongue.

“You’re a dancer. Is he just a boss– Does he… abuse you financially?”

You laugh wetly. “He’s not my pimp.”

He can feel his face heating up.’“No, but do you get paid on time? Everything you earn?”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t get paid on time. He takes a percentage, and somehow there’s always another percentage, and then discipline. And now…”

“Now he’s hitting you.” Very badly.

“I’m not stupid.”

Spencer frowns gently, talks softly, “I didn’t mean to imply that you were.”

“No, I know, but I need you to know I’m not stupid. When we talked before, you– you’re so smart, I bet you know so many smart people.”

He’s not sure where you’re going with this. Perhaps you don’t want to talk about being hurt anymore. It must be a kind of torture to be hurting and know that that hurting will come again. There isn’t an end in sight for you, just right now.

“Can I buy you something to eat?”

“I have money,” you say, taking your small purse from your pocket. There are a few notes wedged inside.

“You can’t take painkillers on an empty stomach, and you should take painkillers again soon. You had some before you came, and they’re wearing off.” He meets your confused frown with a frown of his own. “Your hands are twitching like you want to move away from yourself.”

“You’re very perceptive,” you say in that smooth murmur. Power clawed back, he thinks. You’re protecting one of the things you can control about how you’re seen when everything else is far from it.

“I’m a profiler. Do you,” —he tries not to sound hoity toity— “know what that is?”

“No.”

“I’m an FBI agent.” You’re laughing as he takes out his badge. He joins you. “I know it sounds like I’m making it up.” Spencer offers you his identification passport slowly, so you know he isn’t wielding it around to be an asshole. “I’m in the behavioural analysis unit. We analyse the way people act. That’s why I know you’re in pain.”

You take his badge, looking between his photo and his real face with a growing smile. “If you need all that to know I’m in pain, you’re not as smart as you think,” you tease, gesturing to the mottled skin of your bruise sweetly.

Spencer buys you both cold sandwiches from the front of the shop and a drink to wash down your aspirin. It’s awkward, he guesses, but he’s used to that by now, and under it he can feel your palpable relief. You trust him to not hurt you, if nothing else, and he can work with that.

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lisysturniolo · 1 month

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𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝐃𝐀𝐃!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐂!𝐌𝐎𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐀/𝐍: i’ve always wanted to write a plot for dad chris and i love it! thanks for all the support i appreciate you all!! 💕

9:30 am:

i woke up to the sound of the white noise coming from my nightstand. thank god i didn't wake up to the sound of crying. chris and i came back from the hospital about 6 months ago and our daughter, amaya, was born and she's been great.

i rub my eyes together and look at the crib next to our shared bed to see amaya still sleeping. i contently sigh to myself, knowing i had at least a few minutes to myself this morning.

i quietly get up from my bed and head over to the bathroom. i do my skincare, brush my teeth, and fix my hair before going back to my room, noticing amaya has woken up.

"hi baby." i smile down at my daughter. all she did back was give a tired smile. i pick her up out the crib and move over to chris's side of the bed. "we're gonna wake up daddy."

i sit down near the edge where chris was sleeping. i stroke and kiss his cheek. he hums and shifts under the covers before sitting up. "who's that? is that dada?" i say, laughing softly with my amaya.

"hey kiddo, c'mere." he says, taking her from my arms. he holds her tightly to his chest and gestures for me to come closer. "morning mama," he says, kissing my neck.

10:45 am:

after we had breakfast, we were supposed to go shopping, so we did exactly that.

"okay baby, lets put your shoes on." i grab amaya's shoes and start to put the on her and chris brings he jacket from upstairs to me. i put that on her as well and put her in the carseat. "aren't you just the cutest thing?" i kiss her cheek and put her in the car.

chris comes down from the house and gets into the car. "you ready?" he asks me.

"mhm," i murmur out, already tired and the day hasn't even started.

12pm:

when we had gotten back from the store and amaya was already down for her nap, chris and i lay on the couch, watching tv. we're in a cuddling position where i'm laying in a ball on his lap and chest and he's supporting me.

"you know," i start. "you're a really good dad."

he chuckles lightly and let's out an, "i try, mama."

"i mean helping out with her jacket this morning, the groceries, picking them out and bringing them in..."

"baby, i do this everyday, why are you just saying something now?"

"i'm just lucky to have you." i kiss his jaw.

"see that ring on your finger?" he points to the ring. "we made a deal, and this all comes with that."

i laugh, "i love you."

"i love you more." he kisses my head.

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belovedmusings · 1 month

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Poppy red.

Choso Kamo x You x Suguru Geto

Explicit Themes (🚫Minors DNI🚫)

Part six of the 'Two + One' story. Click for story masterlist.

Guitarist! Choso Kamo is your boyfriend, and today, after having gone no-contact with his bandmate, Suguru, for a month, you have him over at your house while Choso is visiting his brother. The two of you need to discuss your relationship...and hopefully exhibit much-needed self-control.

Relevant tags: sexual tension, thoughts of infidelity, characters with questionable morals, Suguru is hot, but so is Choso, slow burn, no "y/n" for immersion, 2nd POV, reader has no defining characteristics, explicit smut, missionary, oral sex (fem receiving)

Recommended songs to listen to while reading: HENTAI (Rosalía), Animal I Have Become (Three Days Grace)

A/N: Life has still been busy but I still am so in love with this story so I'll continue to update!! Here's a rather spicy chapter, enjoy :)

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The two of you take either side of the couch in the living room once you’re inside with the groceries all put away.

Suguru had been watching television while you restocked the fridge and pantry, so once you join him, he faces you properly, beginning to speak.

“I want you in my life,” Suguru tells you right off the bat, seeming to want to avoid wasting time, “And before I…tell you how I really feel, I need you to know that I don’t want to take you away from Choso. I understand that you two are happy and I have no ill-feelings towards him.”

You nod, waiting for him to continue.

“That being said,” Suguru looks you deeply in the eyes. “I…what I feel for you isn’t like anything I’ve felt for anyone else. You’re constantly on my mind and I…I just want to be near you all the time. I want to hold you and…kiss you. Since I want to be completely blunt, I…I want more than that, too. I’m physically attracted to you, but also, I…I can picture us together.”

Hearing it out loud is a crazy experience, but Suguru is being open and honest with you. You want to meet him halfway.

“I feel the same way, but I haven’t lost any feelings I have for Choso. It’s very confusing.”

“That’s another thing—I don’t want to hurt Choso. I really like him, and I’d never want to betray his trust.”

You sigh, looking down at your hands, which have begun fiddling with each other in your lap. Then, in one fluid motion, you feel Suguru move closer, his hand covering both of yours.

“I…I don’t know how to move forward from here,” Suguru confesses as your eyes meet, your heart fluttering in your chest. “But I can’t say ‘goodbye’ to you.”

”Look…um, I just think it’s a good idea if we only see each other when he’s around,” you tell him, his palm warm over your skin. Your eyes are fixated on the sight. “We…can’t control ourselves when we’re alone together.’

Suguru sighs heavily beside you, giving your hands a small little pulse, his thumb gently running in small strokes. It makes you nervous, filling you with a pulsating warmth that ebbs and flows in rhythm with his touches.

“See?” You say, “Even this…this is intimacy we shouldn’t be sharing. We wouldn’t do this with Choso around.”

He looks into your eyes, nodding minutely. “That’s true. I know what you’re saying is true. I just…have this urge to not keep my hands off of you. If you were my girlfriend…should you want it…I’d have trouble staying off of you.”

You suck in a slow, deep breath. “When you say things like that…”

“I know,” he shakes his head, “I know, I do. Just…why couldn’t I have found you first?”

“Suguru,” you look away, pulling your hand out of his. “I shouldn’t be entertaining you like this, but I just…there’s something about you that I just…”

“Why haven’t you told him about what we’ve done so far?” He asks suddenly, causing you to look at him again. Your lips part for a second in thought before the honest words come pouring out.

“I don’t want to hurt him,” you say, “He has a tough exterior but he’s incredibly soft and vulnerable on the inside. If I told him…it would…grow. Like a weed. Even if I assured him it was nothing to worry about, it’d be there in the back of his mind. It would make him see you differently too, and it might ruin the band. I can’t do that, Suguru.”

“So, your plan is to never tell him how you feel about me?”

“How can I?” You stand up, gesticulating as you speak, “Suguru, I can’t tell my boyfriend, ‘I think I have feelings for your bandmate even though I’m still every bit as in love with you as I was when we first got together.’ If he did that to me, I would be devastated.”

Suguru frowns. “But the longer this goes on…the worse the lie.”

“I can’t hurt him.”

“So tell him the truth. Tell him how you feel about me, but that you have no plans of ever leaving him.”

“Then what? Then he leaves the band and hates you?” You ask, the idea absurd to you.

“Then I talk to him, too,” Suguru says, “I tell him how I feel, and that I have no plans of taking you away.”

“You tried to kiss me the last time we were alone together.”

“I know,” He says, “but maybe if it’s out in the open…”

“He won’t want me ever near you again,” You protest, “it’s better if this stays a secret.”

“I don’t like secrets,” Suguru shakes his head. “What if I dropped hints? Let him figure out that I have feelings for you? And we’ll see what he does.”

“What good would that do?”

“Then he could control the situation. Would that make you feel better?”

If Choso was the one who picked up on it, he could approach you first, and then you could get a read for how he feels about it based off of the way he broaches the subject with you.

You take a breath before nodding. “Yeah…it would.”

“Okay,” Suguru nods. “Then we’ll do that. It’s going to be okay.”

Your heart throbs painfully in your chest, and suddenly those words of comfort have a lump growing in your throat. Why? Do you like Suguru that much? Is it really having such a great effect on you?

His palm touches your cheek, and you look up at him to see his golden eyes staring into yours. His voice is soft as he says, “tell me how I make you feel.”

There’s a flutter in your chest and you breathe out shakily. “I…I feel a pull. You’re always on my mind, and your music is all I play. When I’m with you, I just…I want to do every bad thing in the book with you. I want to know how you kiss, how it feels, how you…”

Your words trail off as you realize how insane it sounds out loud. Still, he presses on.

“How I taste?” He fills in for you, deep voice low and syrupy, just above a whisper. It robs your own voice from you. You nod your affirmation.

His hand soothes your hair back. “What else?”

You inhale slowly to try and gain miniscule composure. “How you’d hold me…what it would be like if we were together…the sort of things we’d say, how we’d act, if we could just be a couple…”

“You like me bad,” he teases you lightly, and it commands a hot flush to your face.

“Don’t…”

“I’m right there with you,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. “I want to wake up next to you, to see you wearing my clothes, to make meals for you, to go out with you and spoil you…I want to make you happy.”

Your eyes close, and he takes the opportunity to ghost his lips over yours, the metal of his lip rings prompting a hitch in your breath. You begin to pull away, but he chases you, tilting slightly to plant a kiss to your cheek instead. You meet his eyes, and his own hold such an intimate gaze within them that you feel it sear through a layer in your heart. He keeps going; his lips meet the skin of your jaw, hands holding you by your back, and soon he’s trailing a line down your neck, arising goosebumps over the flesh he touches, the soft clicks indicating the cadence of each kiss only heightening your insanity.

Having lost a part of your conscience in his embrace, you return it, holding him close to you and relishing in his affection. You thread your fingers through his hair, pulling it from the tie it had been in, and he breathes out in relief, the warm air brushing over your skin.

His mouth stops at the neckline of your shirt, eyes glancing up at yours.

“I want to keep going,” He states, lowly and softly. You swallow thickly, afraid of the lack of control you might display if you told him what you really wanted to say. Luckily, he doesn’t put you in that position, and he takes a breath, straightening up and putting some distance between you. “I won’t, though.”

Your eyes hold his for a moment, and then you move to speak.

The lock in the front door turns.

Choso.

You hurriedly sit on the couch, an appropriate distance from Suguru, and understanding the situation immediately he follows suit on the other end. The door opens just in time, and your boyfriend walks through the door.

“Chos’,” you greet with a smile, standing and moving to kiss him.

“Hey,” He kisses you back before noticing Suguru on the couch. “Oh, hey. I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Oh, yeah,” Suguru puts on his signature disarming smile. “We happened to be out at the same grocery store. I had to get more tea for Larue, and the place I usually go was out so I came over here.”

“Yeah, I ran into him and invited him over,” You corroborate. Nothing we said was a lie. Just not the entire truth.

“Cool,” Choso smiles easily, not phased or suspicious in the slightest. He removes his shoes and drops his keys in the basket near the door.

“How was hanging out with Kechizu?”

“Ah, same old,” Choso shrugs, “just played games and had pizza.”

“That’s good,” You say, moving to sit back down on the couch. “I got us restocked for the week with groceries since I got a little bored.”

“Oh, good. We can just use Sunday for a lazy day then,” Choso states, moving to sit where you were sitting on the couch. That leaves one spot; between him and Suguru.

Seeing the turmoil flash behind your eyes, Suguru stands.

“Well, it’s getting pretty late. I should get going home since it’s a little far from here.”

“Oh, you sure? You don’t want to stay for dinner?” Choso asks, “we can just order in and hang out, you’re not imposing.”

You take a breath, and Suguru shakes his head. “I appreciate it, but I gotta run some more errands before I go back. I’ll take you guys up on that on another day if you’ll have me.”

“Sure,” Choso shrugs, “you’re welcome any time.”

“Thanks,” Suguru smiles, then walks to the door. He passes you, and you get another whiff of his jasmine cologne, your last dose for the night. He starts putting his shoes on. “Thanks for having me over.”

Recognizing he’s talking to you, you smile in a way that you hope is convincing. “Sure, it’s no trouble. We’re friends now too, after all.”

Something gleams in his eyes at that. The denial you’d given him last time has been overwritten. “Yeah? Sweet. Hey, would you mind if I got her phone number, Choso? It’s not weird, right?”

What?

You look at your boyfriend, who shakes his head. “No, it’s not weird,” He chuckles lightly. “Go ahead. It’s probably a good idea in case of emergency anyway.”

“You’re right,” You agree, moving over to Suguru to take his phone and put your number in it. You text yourself so you have his.

“Thanks,” He says, taking his phone back. “Well, I’ll see you Monday, Choso! You guys have a good night.”

“You too.”

Choso raises his hand in a wave, and you close the door behind him once he leaves, locking it.

Once you turn around, you see your boyfriend’s eyes traveling over your figure, and it makes you feel warm.

“Chos’?”

“You look really beautiful like that.”

You take a look at yourself. Your hair’s kind of messy, and all you’re wearing is one of his sweatshirts and shorts.

“Thanks,” you laugh, moving to sit beside him. “I’m not wearing anything special.”

“So?”

That catches you by surprise. He’s usually not this bold. He reaches out and puts a hand on your leg, running it up your thigh.

“I’ve been thinking about us…” Choso says, “and…that time when I got a little flustered after you wanted me to choke you.”

Your mouth dries up. “…oh?”

“Do you want me to be rougher?”

Your next breath is uneven. “W-well, I…”

“I need you to tell me what you want,” He says, voice dropping a bit in volume. “You know I’ll give you anything.”

“A-anything?” Your voice is thin. He nods seriously.

“Anything in the world.”

You find yourself nodding. “I want…I want to try it rough.”

His lips are on yours in the next instant, and everything after that is a blur of bruising touches, the hurried removal of clothes, and an insistence in your boyfriend you've never seen before.

He has you laid out on the couch, both of your clothes strung around the room unimportantly, his mouth trailing kisses down your neck. A reminder that Suguru had been there not even an hour ago has you feeling a whirlwind of emotions; the shame gives way to arousal.

Choso’s teeth near your nipple has you gasping right back to the present, and you look to see him sucking marks into the soft flesh of your chest. His hands are on your thighs, spreading them, and without warning you feel the glide of his length against your mound.

He begins grinding against you as he marks your breast up in hickies, pulling noises from you that you don’t recognize.

His tongue runs over your nipple and you cry out, arching your back as he doubles down and continues to run his tongue over the hardened peak, your sexes rubbing intimately together in a way that makes your heart feel close to bursting.

It’s like he’s a new man tonight…he’s never this into it.

His teeth graze the tip of your nipple and you shudder, wrapping your legs around his waist and beginning to move your hips with his. He groans at that, moving to the next breast and giving it the same attention the first one got.

“Chos’,” you moan out, feeling one of his hands find the apex of your thigh. It’s only a second before two of his fingers find their way inside of you, slipping in with no resistance due to the way he’s masterfully turned you on. He starts pumping his fingers at a pace, the long digits reaching deep within you, making you shiver again.

The combination of his mouth and hand are enough to make your head spin.

He adds a third finger and begins moving down, sliding to his knees off the couch and readjusting you so that he supports your legs with his shoulders.

His lips scatter kisses and marks over the insides of your thighs as he continues to finger you, and not wasting any time, his mouth finds exactly where you need him, lips wrapping around your pearl and sucking as he pushes his fingers in deeper.

“Fuck,” is what leaves your mouth in a hiss, your hand gripping the couch tightly as he starts eating you out with gusto. “C-Chos’…”

He hums, tongue working wonders on you, and you think for a moment that you might actually lose sanity.

It’s not like he hasn’t done this before. It’s just that you didn’t think he could be so bold. Usually he goes slower, he never really leaves marks, and he sure as hell doesn’t curl his fingers inside you as he’s doing now—but you’re falling even deeper in love with him.

“Oh my god,” a moan leaves your mouth, and he licks a fat stripe up your swollen bud before attacking it again with a kiss. “Choso…”

His free hand finds your breast again, and it’s over soon after that—the way his fingers pinch and tease at your nipple combined with everything else he’s doing sweeps you over the edge swifter than you’re prepared for, and your orgasm slams into you with a cry of his name.

Or, rather, your first orgasm of the night.

He doesn’t stop there. He straightens up and climbs back between your legs on the couch, kissing you deeply as he lines up. Instead of asking, he takes, driving himself inside of you and making you take him despite the sensitivity of your walls.

You gasp as he begins moving immediately, nails digging into his shoulders. When you clench around him he groans, right in your ear, and you look up at him to see his face flushed prettily, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Another wave of lust for him takes over and you kiss him hard, nails dragging over his back. He mewls into your mouth and picks his pace up, the lewd, wet slap of your skin tell-tale to anyone who may be walking by the front door of your apartment.

That reminds you…the two of you have never done it on the couch before. He couldn’t wait long enough to get to bed.

Another one of your flutters around him causes his hips to stutter, and he ducks down, dragging his teeth over your ear before leaning up on his hands above you.

Then, one of them finds the base of your neck. Your lips part as he squeezes gently, focusing more power on the slam of his hips into yours. You feel him deep inside of you, the dull, harsh stretch of him forcing you to accommodate, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, voice reaching octaves you didn’t think you were capable of.

“I love you,” he breathes, kissing your open mouth, and you shiver from the contrast of his rough-fucking and the gentle declaration of devotion.

“I love you too,” it comes out of your throat like a wrecked sob, and amidst his panting, he reaches down and starts rubbing you in time with his thrusts, doing exactly what you need in order to finish for the second time.

As soon as you do, you feel him twitch, pressing deep into you to give you his load. Your own body shakes at the feeling, a sense of euphoria washing over you akin to the rush of opium.

When you open your eyes, his own mahogany ones are looking at you, a loose, dopey smile on his lips.

“Fuck,” you rasp intelligently, and he chuckles, burying his face in your neck.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, hugging him close.

No one is on your mind but him. What else happened today? You can’t remember. You can’t think at all.

Right now, Choso is your world.

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A/N: calm before the storm me thinks. Seriously though, if you're sticking with this and still waiting for the updates, thank you so much, I appreciate you. I still plan to post on AO3, I'm just not sure when I'll have the time. Keep your eyes out for the next update!

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bidisasterevankinard · 12 days

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for the prompts can you do 1 and 8 I feel like they fit so good together

Nonnie, it's a little got way from me (1211 words) because I have strong Tommy feels so. here you are(I know it's not just fluff and I'm so sorry)

Sometimes there are days Tommy just doesn’t want to get up from the bed. It can be simply because he is exhausted after a long and hard shift or because it’s rainy, and cool wind, which walks all around, makes his bones and old wounds ache. Those days are pretty easy to get through. Just take it easy, take painkillers, make sure you’re warm and watch Love, Actually in bed with cocoa. Simple and comfy.

But they're also days when he can’t get out of bed, not because of a little pain, or at least it’s not because of physical pain. There are days in his life when his head attacks him with memories of the army, or bad calls, or all the years he was looking for someone to love him, and, most importantly, for a reason to love himself. Because there were more than enough days he was rough, rude and just simply awful to himself. And all this darkness around him forever found a place in his heart and head, mainly staying low, being overpowered by his self-growth and reasons he founds to love himself anyway, by hanging outs with Eddie, sometimes with Chim and even Hen, and of course, by dates and smiles of Evan.

Evan, this adorable dork, found the way to give him the sun to light his life enough that darkness is scared to get out. But it still is waiting for the moment when he will be too distracted and unprotected to hit again.

Like today.

Yesterday was … a lot. He accidentally met his mother on the market where he went to get some good groceries for the meal he was planning to cook for Evan to make him feel good after the shift. The literal bumping into each other near the vegetables quickly became a screaming match, mostly from his mother’s part, because Tommy way long before stopped to try to to prove that just because he likes men, doesn't mean he's a bad person, or son, or chose the wrong way. Eventually, he just ran away from there.

Then the dish he tried to make burned because he was too distracted crying in his bathroom. He had to order take out.

And then Evan texted him that he couldn't come tonight because they had a long and hard call, and the only thing he wanted was to fall into his bed.They changed plans from a little dinner together yesterday to spending all day together today.

Yesterday ended as awful as it was all day. The nightmare of one of his close calls made him sleep badly after, turning half the night in his bed, trying to get the best position for sleeping, but not succeeding for more than two hours.

So, here he is, miserable and alone in his bed, looking at the clock which shows him that Evan will be here in less than five minutes, but he is still in his bed, in his the most comfy, but really old hoodie and boxers.

Tommy kind of wishes Evan would text him now and rain check again, not wanting to drag the man into his mess, but of course as he thinks about this, Evan opens the door.

“Hey, sleepy beauty, I brought us coffee and your favorite burgers from this cafe you like so much,” Evan’s voice, as always sunny as his face and smile, spreads throughout the small house.

The sound of the sneakers being taken off, then steps to the, as Tommy suspects kitchen, as next he hears sounds of the plates taken out. Next he hears footsteps again and then his bedroom’s door is open, to reveal his boyfriend in his dark skin jeans and burgundy hoodie, Tommy pretty sure Evan was wearing during the tour.

“Hey,” Evan smiles at him, putting plates and coffee on his nightstand, and sits down near his face, putting his hand to stroke his hair.

Tommy will never admit he melts into the touch. But he melts and ready to purr like a kitten being pet.

“Are you having a blanket burrito day?”

“Blanket burrito day?”

“Yeah. I call the bad days, when I can’t get out of the bed because of my leg or because of bad mood, or both, ‘blanket burrito day’,” Evan kisses his forehead. “Are you having this today or you just want me to jump into your bed?” his boyfriend smirks and winks at him and Tommy smiles a little too.

He knows he can joke about that. Say that yes, it was his way to get Evan into his bed and maybe make out or even something more, but he doesn’t want something like that.

He needs someone to hold him. Just hold him and show him he’s not alone and it will get better.

“Can you hug me?” Tommy doesn't like how small his voice sounds and he hates how quick he folded looking at his boyfriend who with one glance knew he was having a bad day. “If-if it’s ok.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course it’s ok. I love cuddles,” Evan smiles at him, taking his jeans off and lying down behind him, putting his hands around his waist.

He makes sure Tommy can feel himself touching every part of Evan’s big body behind him and Tommy wants to cry from the feeling of being safe. Protected. Loved.

They stay like that for half an hour, not talking and Tommy breaks the silence, needing to know.

“You don’t ask questions. Why am I having a bad day? What happened?,” Tommy plays with Evan’s fingers on his waist, “Or you are not even trying to tell me to stop. You aren’t telling me to male up,” he whispers it but in silence and with how close they are he knows Evan hears him.

Hands on his waist only squeeze tighter and then he feels a careful little kiss on his neck.

“We all have bad days. Especially on our job, with everything we saw. It’s normal to have them and you deserve to let yourself be sad if you feel it without trying to move on. You deserve someone to take care of you. And the reason for your bad mood isn’t so important for me to find out, if you don’t want to talk right now. You can do it on your time. Just,” Evan turns them so he can look him in the eyes. Blue to blue. “Don’t push me away. I want to be here, with you not just on good days. I want bad days too. Because you can’t live without them. But,” Evan smiles at him and kisses him so chaste Tommy wants to cry, “you can be not alone. Especially on bad days. You can share the pain with your person, making the burden easy to bear.”

Tommy just nods and lets himself get comfortable in Evan’s hands, feeling how slumber takes over him because the warmth from Evan and his breath lull him into sleep.

“I’ll tell you after the sleep,” Tommy mumbles before falling asleep.

“Take your time, baby,” Tommy feels the kiss on his shoulder, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tommy knows it’s not the promise only about today.

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shubblelive · 9 months

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— BLOWN IT

summary : so desperate to make wilbur’s first night at your apartment perfect, you take any hiccups as a sign of failure. too bad wilbur’s more than content just the way things are.

genre : fluff (angst if you squint really hard like, it's BARELY there i promise)

warnings : reader is described to be physically smaller than wilbur, reader has a tiny anxiety moment but they're okay

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x gn!reader

pronouns : they/them

featuring : cc!wilbur soot

requested : @mysticalsoot domestic sweet fic about all the first small moments reader

word count : 911

note : connor my love!! i couldn’t fit everything you asked into one fic in a way that i liked, but i hope you like this!! my wifi was down for maintenance so this took me a second because i’d rather die than write on my phone but i hope the wait is alright <333 mwah (also if you haven’t you need to go check out connor @mysticalsoot his boarding school au is so wonderful and he’s so lovely)

your bathroom lightbulb blew last week. you hadn't had the chance to replace it, and the second you left the bathroom it would disappear from your mind. you'd swear under your breath at night when you'd go in there to brush your teeth and wash your face, but other than that it never crossed your mind.

your house had been extensively cleaned, from the welcome mat being shaken out over your balcony (with a yelled apology to peter, the elderly man who lived below you), to the sections in between your couch cusions being vacuumed, and still you didn't remember the damn light globe until wilbur called out to you. "darling? your bulb's blown."

damn. you kept forgetting about it and now all that effort of making sure everything was perfect for the first time your boyfriend stayed over was out the window and onto peter's balcony along with month's worth of dust from your welcome mat.

"want me to run out and grab a new one?" you were sitting at the kitchen counter, working on your laptop, with wilbur ducking out of the bathroom to place a kiss on your head.

"no, no. you're alright, i'll go. you hang here and you can have your shower in just a sec." you stood up, wilbur's hand on your shoulder. you went to press your lips to his jaw as a quick goodbe, but his eyebrows furrowed.

"woah, woah, woah," he placed his other hand on your other shoulder. "why're you in such a rush? do i smell that bad?" he chuckled self-depricatingly, using his thumb to stroke the skin over your top.

you giggled, looking up at him. he had a stray curl hanging over his forehead, glasses perched on the top of his hair in anticipation for the shower he was about to take. "maybe just a little."

wilbur gasped, mock offended. "wow, i was going to ask my lovely partner if they'd come with me to buy a lightbulb for their bathroom and they made fun of me." he moved his hand to your side, trying to poke you.

"okay, i'm sorry!" you laughed. "will you come with me to the store?"

you watched as he pretended to consider your offer. your heart swelled up watching his over-dramatised thinking; index finger scratching on his chin, humming and ha-ing. "i guess i'll come with you, because i love you so very very much." a kiss was pressed to your nose before you even registered, wilbur grabbing your hand gently.

he, very graciously, let you drive to the shops, his hand wrapped around yours the entire time. it was nearing closing time, so the store was mostly empty. he’d typed out a little list on his phone on the way there, noting that you were running out of eggs, which were a key ingredient in the breakfast he was planning on making you as a thank you.

he dragged you around the store, his hand wrapped securely around yours. the low flickering light wasn’t doing you any favours you were certain, but it showed every hollow of wilbur’s face, completely enthralling you and stopping you from notice that wilbur had payed for your groceries and had now reached your car.

“you okay, lovely?” he asked, worried at your quietness. you nodded, sure of yourself, and his face softened. “what’s goin’ on?”

you took a somewhat shaky breath in before speaking. “i just wanted everything tonight to go smoothly. i wanted you to have as nice of a time at my house as i did at yours, i guess? it’s dumb.”

wilbur’s eyebrows shot up towards his abyss of curly hair hanging over his forehead. “that’s it?” you worried for a second that he had confirmed your anxieties. it was dumb. but you looked up at the man above you, his thumbs ghosting over both of your knuckles, small smile on his face pouring affection. “oh, lovely. i’ve been having the best time,” he said it so sincerely that you had no choice but to believe every word he said.

“i know it wasn’t what you expected we’d do,” you answered honestly. “still, i’m sorry.”

wilbur laughed. “i expected that i’d get to spend time with you. what are we doing right now?” he didn’t give you the chance to reply, instead speaking up again. “there’s only one thing i’d want do to,” his smile was so soft and earnest that you expected the kiss he went to plant on your lips. you were sorely mistaken, unfortunately, as he disconnected your hands and turned towards the shopping trolley. the two of you were almost alone in the carpark, which gave wilbur a lot of room to give the trolley a running start before jumping, lifting his feet off the ground and using the momentum to glide roughly across the gravel. he did that a few more times until he reached the trolley bay, you laughing in bemusement by the boot of your car. “all done!”

you gave him an exaggerated thumbs up, unable to stop the beaming smile on your face at the sight of him, and he started sprinting at full speed across the carpark towards you. he didn’t seem to have any intention of slowing down as he neared the car, but you refused to move, wanting him to chicken out.

he got right up in your face before he managed to stop himself, and then you got your kiss.

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maopll · 1 year

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Hello, hello!

May I request Zhongli, Kaeya, Ayato and Al-Haitham with an s/o that likes to draw them? A LOT. Like, s/o has sketchbooks filled with sketches and drawings of them.

Thank you very much!

My muse I genshin impact !

pt 2 here !

⌗:, where you draw your lover in a secret sketchbook only for it to be revealed....

⌗:, a/n: thanks for the request anon ! it was a creative request actually.I was giggling while writing it. I'm sorry if your request took too long :(

⌗:, warning: mentions of petnames,..love, darling..., mention of Morax,,

,,what can you do when you are an artist and your lover is an absolute delight to your eyes of an artist? just like anyone else you admire his features by sketching portraits of his face, of his body, of his lips. but you are always quick to shut your sketchbook whenever he is near. if he sees it...you would die out of embarrassment....

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KAEYA

our cavalry captain here is so beautiful you drool whenever you remember his face. if there was any person who had a perfect face it would be him and him only.

you have a shelf that has many leather books and drawing sheets but you never told him what they have. ofcouse he respects your privacy so he never asked but while you were out on some business he was in your bedroom when some books were fallen on the ground. while he was picking it up he came across your pieces of him.

curves drawn perfectly, blemishes that he never knew he has yet your eye captured those. you drew him so well that he found his breath caught in his throat. he stored the little picture you made for him but you never noticed it.

The next day when you visited his office you saw the very portrait of kaeya with a calla lily which you drew on his table. "Where did you find this from kaeya !?". you had such a deep blush on your face which made kaeya burst into a laughter.

No matter how much you insist the portrait will be with him forever now and you will not be able to take it from him.

ZHONGLI

he has a statue of himself in many places. through centuries and millenias devotees carved him from high quality jades, golds and precious stones alike.

No matter how famous or talented the craftsman was he when he was Morax, never found those statues to be made from pure devotion alone. Therefore he never expected for anyone to draw him with the love and devotion one might expect.

But you proved him wrong. He found many sketchbooks while cleaning your shared home which had only his portraits. some were romantic while some were a bit sensual nevertheless from just your drawings of him were enough to let him understand the extent of your love for him and your pure devotion. But there was a certain oil painting on a canvas that was only his portrait with his chin resting on the palm of his hand. it was so beautiful with precise strokes that he decided to hang it on the lounge wall.

After you returned from grocery shopping you were stunned to see the painting you stored away only for the one whom you didn't want to ever see it just saw it and decided to hang it on the wall.

"I must apologise for looking through your sketchbooks, love. But...I am indeed quite amazed to see your masterpieces. this one in particular caught my attention so I decided to hang it on the wall. After all..I need to show the guests how well you draw"

AYATO KAMISATO

Yashiro Commisioner Ayato Kamisato has had many portraits, full body sketches drawn ever since the day he was born. He was the son of the esteemed late commissioner and the former Head of a clan so many pieces were made by talented artists from around teyvat.

While he had seen you on many occasions drawing on a sketchbook with pen and or ink he never asked what you drew as you were quite...adamant to not exactly show him what you create. so seeing your behaviour he never asked but while signing through paperwork one late night he found your sketchbook lying. you must have forgotten it and although he told you he would never see it, curiosity got the better of him and he flipped through the pages.

His eyes widened as he saw the countless creations of yours which only centered your one and only muse, Ayato, your lover. He had literal heart on his eyes because all this time you were only drawing your beloved. He kept that book as a lucky charm.

The following day when you ssked him if he saw the leather book you always had he just held out the same while saying "oh? then you must be talking about this" you were bright red as you saw the familiar smirk he had on his face which was enough to tell you that he saw everything.

He chuckled a little and said "your creations are beautiful darling. allow me to express my gratitude, but can I ask you to let me keep this to myself as a token of your affection?"

ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham never really held a fascination towards performing arts but he knew of your admiration towards the same. Since he loved you he never showed any form of disgust towards arts and he never really had one. He just felt that it was not important.

While he would be working in his temporary Acting Grand Sage office you would sit in a nearby chair sometimes and sketch your way in the sketchbook which you always carry. Even kaveh said that your designs are absolutely fantastic but...how come he has seen what you drew but your actual lover never did?

He should admit that he was a bit jealous that his roommate had beat him to your secret sketchbook but he respected your privacy and never asked for it.

Inside your house while alhaitham was skimming through his library for a new physics book he came across your diary. He opened it a little only to find it filled with him and only him. He was taken aback by how you were actually really good at art but also a bit flustered how he was your inspiration.

Hiding the blush he went to talk to you. While you were quite embarrassed yourself and you apologised for drawing him without his consent, he only said that "there's no need for you to apologise love, rather I am glad that i could be a form of inspiration for you and..I hope you will continue to draw me like how you do..". he managed to tell you that all while fighting a blush that spread across his cheeks.

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chocotonez · 10 months

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skz as love languages pt4: quality time

a/n: I’ve been recovering well! Thank you for all your sweet messages <3 I hope all those in America enjoyed the Fourth of July celebrations! I love the fireworks.

cw/genre: swearing, fluff, touch of angst but that’s ok mainly light hearted fluff :) gn reader, lmk if anything else should be tagged!

summary: skz showing and receiving love through quality time !!

my link to the 1k june special masterlist -> W(`0`)W

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chan

-chan is a busy man and he knows that, but he’ll never prioritize work over you

-if he’s away on performances or touring he’ll call you before and after each stage and ask what you thought, if you ate, what you plan on doing that day…

-he’s a lot more talkative than he lets on, when you two are sitting across from each other he can’t help but ramble about his ambitions, dates he wants to take you on, he just really loves talking to you no matter what it’s about

-he likes being near you whether awake or not, so don’t be surprised when a half asleep kangaroo is desperately clinging to your waist so you stay in bed with him a moment longer

-he really doesn’t like leaving you behind or making you feel lonely, it’s just one of the things that come with his job so he ensures every second he can spend with you is worthwhile

-but he also really enjoys lazy dates!! staying at home and cuddling to watch a movie with you, he doesn’t really care what you two do as long as he’s with you

-looks at you so fondly when you two are just relaxing together, being near you makes every second without you worthwhile <3

-probably the type to run back to your shared apartment so he can give you another kiss on the cheek and spend another second with you, he just can’t get enough!!

lee know

-enjoys your company more than you know but he’s honestly kinda bad at expressing it, especially at first

-you can tell he loves being around you because he always seeks you out, even if he teases you for being clingy, he’s a 10000x more clingy than you I swear

-“wtf r u obsessed with me…why are u always following me…” but he’s tagging behind you like a lost puppy if you decide to get up just to go use the washroom

-wants to be alone with you, purely so he can indulge himself in you entirely and gets your whole, undivided attention

-can get moody if he doesn’t see you for a while, even FaceTimes and calls doesn’t scratch the y/n itch, he pays for your plane tickets just so you can visit him while he’s touring

-if you two are together he NEEDS to be touching you!! Holding your hand, hand on your thigh, stroking your hair or you stroking his head, randomly kissing you when you two are idly on your phones…he’s obsessed with being near you and touching you

-physical touch and quality time just go hand in hand for him <33

-he really does adore being with you, your company is one of his biggest comforts, sometimes he’ll randomly pull up outside your apartment so he can just spend the night in your arms when he needs to see you

changbin

-“pls come over I need to see you” “we saw each other like ten minutes ago binnie” “it wasn’t enough!!”

-so so so clingy especially when you first two start dating, he gets so excited to see you and so he’ll always call and ask if he can come over or if you two can hang out

-he doesn’t mean to be annoying or anything it’s just your presence :( it’s one of his greatest joys to have you around

-begs you to be at the studio when he’s working so you be near him, he also just likes hearing your opinions on new projects or whatnot

-is always talking when you two are together, even if you’re both about to go to bed, he’ll lazily ramble about his day and ask you how you’ve been and his favorite things about you…just always needs to talk!!

-type of boyfriend to always asks to do mundane tasks together and never gets bored, even grocery shopping with you is his ideal date

-needs excitement so expect spontaneous dates that involve walking around downtown and exploring new karaoke bars or whatnot, food touring new restaurants, new experiences with you is one of his favorite forms of quality time :)

-expect him to ask for a movie night date or a sleepover in the studio every now and again tho, he just needs the comfort and stability of a familiar environment and one of his fave people <3

hyunjin

-spends time with you quietly, he doesn’t feel the need to fill time with you with mindless chatter, as long as you’re next to him he doesn’t give a shit what’s happening

-lazily reclines on the couch and gestures for u to come over and sit on his lap,,,,just so you two can scroll on your phone

-he’s like a kitty cat!! you can practically hear him purring on your shoulder when you two are just sitting on the couch

-spends time with you very unprompted or spontaneous dates, doesn’t really make thought out plans. he sees something cool and he just texts you “hey baby doll, wanna check out this new cafe with me?" and obvs you say yes becuz ur in love w ur boyfriend!!!

-he doesn’t make it obvious but he cherishes every second he gets to spend with you, especially since he’s working a lot. he likes to randomly call and check in if he’s abroad so he can hear your voice, and he always sends voice messages so you can hear his :)

-makes long eye contact, sometimes to make you flustered, other times just because he really likes admiring you and observing your beauty for uncomfortable periods of time but gets flustered if you calls him out LMAO

-more of a listener than a talker, he’ll be happy to hear about your day but let him enjoy your voice and lean back and he can die a happy man <:

han

-he gets very very excited when you want to willingly spend time with him, it makes him feel so loved and appreciated!!

-the idea that you take time out of your day to spend time with him makes him so blushy and happy, but he’s not as eccentric and energetic when spending time with you as he may seem

-he can play up his playful personality just so he can get a reaction and make others smile, but he’s very comfortable being more introverted and quiet around you, laying his head on your shoulder and playing with your fingers while enjoying your company and warmth

-type of boyfriend to cup your face and give you a long kiss after not seeing you for a long time ToT GOD I LOVE HIMWOEPDPWOEO

-needs a solid hour before bed just being next to you, cuddling and singing soft lullabies while rambling till the room is filled with soft snoring

-plans the BEST date nights especially after not seeing you for a while, movies, cafes, parks, shared skincare routines or shopping trips, he make sure you have just as much fun as he does when you two are hanging out

-he always puts time aside for you so you can hang out whenever he can, he never wants you to feel like a second priority :(

-type of boyfriend to surprise you with flowers and a date proposition just because he missed you

felix

-he’s always yearning for you when he’s gone, if he’s away from you for too long he always gets a bit sentimental and sends voice messages reassuring you that u two are gonna hang out TONS when he comes back!!

-he likes long train rides/drives with you, especially road trips! Feels comfortable sitting in your company doing nothing but enjoying scenery

-likes baking with you, sings softly and teases you if you get better on yourself and giggles all cutesey GAWDDDD I CANT DO THISSS

-he gives you his undivided attention when you’re talking, makes sure you feel like you’re being heard and feels so loved when you do the same

-it means a lot to him when you understand his busy schedule, esp if you go out of your way to message and call without him asking so you two can at least talk even tho ur miles away

-cuddling w u is another priority when you two hang out, hands wrapped around your waist and him brushing hair out of your face or peppering kisses over your face so he can get a better look at you

-god every second with you he wishes could be an hour :( he loves being around you

seungmin

-type of boyfie to really like taking naps with you I feel like idk why

-even if it’s uncomfortably hot, spooning with you and being tucked under the blankets is one of his fave ways to spend time with you

-gets a bit needy without your attention but he also craves his independence so a lot of times your quality time is spend outside on dates or walking around parks!!

-spends hours with you in a cafe just talking meaninglessly about any conversation topic he can come up with

-he also really likes walking tv shows or movies with you, likes to get a new experience when he hangs out with you!!

-he’s really loving and open to whatever you want to do as well, he just wants to be stimulated sometimes and so he can get a little bored if you two aren’t doing anything

-tells you lots of little fun stories to keep you entertained especially when you two are just chilling in bed hehe

-kisses your forehead and holds you close if he hasn’t seen you for a while, and he can get a bit sentimental. he’s not very open about how much he misses you but he always craves your presence </3

-but don’t expect him to admit it LMAO he gets flustered if you call him out for being cheesy, it’s not his fault he loves being around you

jeongin

-“come outside I’m bored and wanna hang out” is a frequent text you receive from him every few hours especially in the late hours of night

-if you two are private about your relationship he really appreciates the cover of night to keep you two safe from any unwanted attention lolol

-he loves spending time with you and will literally cancel work plans so he can go on a date with you or smth

-gets blushy if you want to go out of your way to spend time with him, he feels like you’re just such an angel and u wanna go out of ur way to spend time with HIM??? he goes batshit crazy. loves it. loves you.

-cuddles with you on the couch, legs wrapped around your waist with your head tucked into the crook of his shoulder, telling you about his day and asking you random questions just to ramble and talk with you

-he loves the sound of your voice, he’ll randomly call you no matter the time-zone he’s in so you can hear you talk

-with his job, it’s hard for him to be so needy for your presence while also being away, pls be patient it’s not his fault he’s a clingy fox baby hehe

-but also expect him to come over at random hours of the day so he can cuddle and listen to you talk, no matter if ur preoccupied or not :)

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taglist: @chansburgah @hamburgers101 @spacegirlstuff @mxrivicgb @endless-tsundoku

#stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids blurbs #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 8 months

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A/N = Some plot. I know you think Cable Guy Sanemi. But it's - ok, it might be exactly what you're thinking.

C/W = P->V, oral (both ways), language, drinking, bj follow through persuasion, just general sex. Idk. If I missed any warnings or spelled something in an unacceptable way, please let me know.

NSFW // MDNI UNDER THE CUT

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It was 4:45 in the afternoon. There was a knock at your door.

"Fucking better be the cable guy. I swear to god. These assholes ..." you complained the whole way to your door, even a little bit after you opened it. "... Keeping me ... fucking ... ffffuuckk. Hi, you're uh, oh my God."

The overly attractive man with white and messy hair smiled at you with his perfect teeth. His lavender eyes bore into yours. You felt like an idiot for gawking at him. And if he said anything about how silly you're being, you'd just hold a mirror in front of his gorgeous face and tell him to change your mind.

"I'm Sanemi, are you ready to get hooked up?"

You damn near choked on your own saliva.

"Your cable and internet? Can I please come in and hook them up for you?" He gestured with his right hand to be let in.

"OH! Yes, *aheh*," you cleared your throat as he walked by you. He. Smelled. Like. Sex. Not the after sex, but the before sex. When you get all cleaned up for your partner and you're all freshy fresh and nothing in the world smells better than you at that moment in time before you get all sweaty and covered in the other person's juices (which has it's own appeal, but the before sex, there's just something about being so clean together for a minute).

"C-can I offer you something?" You chewed on the tip of your index finger as you stared at his ass while he bent over the entertainment center looking for the cable jack.

Too deep in focus to notice he'd turned around and is now looking at you looking at his crotch.

A tiny string of spit dribbles down your mouth as you sigh. Daydreaming about what his cock would taste like.

"What do you have?" He smiled, clearly not affected by your blatant sexual harassment. It's only harassment if they don't like it, right?

"Hm?" You blinked lazily and met his eyes, almost cumming on the spot. God, he's gorgeous. "OH! What do I have, what do I have? I don't know. Why don't you follow me into the kitchen and we'll look together?"

Sanemi nodded, "Lead the way," he shuffled through the paperwork, looking for something, before he put it down on the arm of the overstuffed chair, "Y/n." And he smiled. It was a little dark, the look on his face. And you were here for it.

"Ok, I have ... ugh. I need to go grocery shopping. I have juice. But you're not a child, right? You're over 18? I MEAN, you just probably wouldn't like juice."

He smirked at your inquiry and tilted his head to the left as he nodded slowly.

"I'm 21. Old enough to drink whatever I want. Young enough to not know better."

"Ahh-ha! Ok, good to know. Well, you just help yourself to whatever you want. Think of this as your home for as long as it takes to get me ... plugged. IN. The cable. As long as it takes ..." You looked at him like he was a nice cut of steak.

He winked at you.

It took everything in you not to slide a hand up your shirt and stroke your nipple under your bra.

Sanemi walked over to the cabinet you pointed at and opened it, revealing the wide array of liquors and alcohol that had collected over time. He rummaged around before emerging with a bottle of vodka and giving you the universal sign for having to make a phone call.

You gave him a thumbs up and wandered over to the living room while you waited for him to finish his talking.

"Yeah, I'm not coming back in today. But I'll be working on Y/n L/n's place. It's going to be really hard to get the wires stripped like I need to. The setup, it's looking pretty fucked. I'm going to have to screw around to make it do what I need it to do. Yeah, just tell him I'll be in on Monday. Ok, thanks {name}."

You heard everything he said and you asked after he'd hung up, "Everything ok?"

He poured two glasses, handing one to you as he came closer, slyly holding up the bottle of vodka, "Yep, perfect. Here ya go. Better to drink this with no ice."

You sat on the couch as he joined you, placing the bottle on the table between the couch and the TV.

You both took long sips. Looking at you, Sanemi took off his button up shirt and throwing it across the room.

"You mind if I get a little comfy? It's hot in here."

Your eyes couldn't leave the tiny droplet of sweat that rolled down his pecs onto his tight abs. You imagined licking it off.

"What movie are we watching?" Sanemi smirked, the dim lighting of the tv making the lines in his cheeks dance.

"Mmm, w-what?" You don't know why you were being so stupid. It's like there wasn't a single brain cell left in your head.

He hummed and chuckled, "Hmm. Nothin', babe." He finished off his glass and turned to face you on the couch. His bare torso on display, making you so wet.

"You're beautiful." You sighed as your head fell back against the couch.

"Oh yeah?" He whispered as he leaned forward, kissing you like he already knew how good he was at it. It wasn't messy or dirty. He was gentle. And as you moaned, you felt his smile on your lips. He must've known how he affected you. It was pretty obvious, anyway.

He worked off his black jeans, reaching into his boxer-briefs and squeezing his cock, "Oh my God, I'm so hard, fuck. What should I do about this? It's a sin to waste a fat, hard cock, you know?"

Your chest heaved as you watched him slowly rub his hand over the bulge in his underwear. You were so turned on tears were forming in your eyes. You could have been struck with lightning at that moment and died a happy woman.

He crawled on top of you, pulling his underwear down and revealing his perfect, thick, cock.

You licked your lips, "Oohhh, shit."

Sanemi grinned and took the one sip of his drink to finish it off before pulling yours out of your grip and taking a swig of that.

"Need a little lubrication." He chuckled as he sloshed it back and forth.

You eyed him, "Are you ..."

He held his hand to your mouth, "Don't tell me you want me stop? Babe. You want to see this monster? You gotta work for it." He smirked.

You leaned towards his crotch and grabbed his length, gently sucking the skin of the tip, the bulbous head feeling so soft against your tongue.

You took a few slow licks before he moaned, "That's it, suck on the tip. Let it coat your whole mouth."

His moans vibrated your whole core as you devoured his cock. "Fuck yeah. Just like that, baby. Just like that."

His fingers toyed with your nipples under your shirt as you bobbed up and down his thick, throbbing shaft. The precum was addictive.

He pushed on your head a little, "Here, stick your tongue out."

You did as he said and stuck your tongue out a little ways.

"Good girl. Open wide now." Sanemi smiled as he rammed his entire cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You were careful with your teeth as he started fucking your face.

"Yeah, there we go. Your throat feels fucking amazing. I might cum quick if you keep this up."

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked and sucked. You tried to pull back but he gripped your scalp and kept you in place, "Shhh, just take it." He moaned.

You loved hearing him moan for you. It made your clit throb and drip into your pants.

You pushed your hand down your yoga pants, fingering yourself while he fucked your mouth.

"Fuck yes, I love the sight of you touching yourself. Such a filthy little bitch. Oohhh shit. Fuck."

Sanemi groaned, pushing on the back of your head with more intensity as he plunged deeper and deeper into your mouth, feeling your throat contract around his cock as you gagged.

You pumped your fingers in and out of your soaking pussy, so close to cumming all over your hand.

But Sanemi stopped and grabbed your waist, lifting you up and sliding your pants down.

"No. Panties? You a frequent commando flyer? Tell me, did you know I was coming out to your place today? Was this decision made on my behalf? Fucking dirty little brat."

You couldn't pass a 3rd grade spelling test right now, you were so drunk on him. So you just smiled pretty and hoped he'd stop talking.

He spread your pussy lips apart and plunged two fingers inside as he licked your clit like a fucking expert.

"Holy shit," you whispered, rubbing the sides of your tits as you fucked back against his face.

"Your little clit looks hungry, I'll give it something to fill up on." He smiled, biting it gently before giving it a hard suck, sending you bucking and shuddering all over his face. His hair was the only thing that kept you upright. You had no idea how hard you pulled it, but Sanemi didn't complain.

You were panting as he finished you off, "I'm going to fuck your brains out, y/n." He whispered into your ear. You damn near came again at just how good his breath felt.

You couldn't wait. Your eyes rolled back at the relief you felt knowing he was about to tuck himself into your cunt. "Oh God, yes. P-please, Sanemi. Fuck me."

His hands gripped your hips so hard as he plunged himself inside of you. "Shit, you're so tight. How are you this fucking tight."

You pulled his white and messy hair hard and thrust yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch of him deep in you. "Mmmfuck! Yes, Sanemi!"

His thumbs were in your mouth now, fucking you just how you liked. You flicked the tip of his finger and watched the grin form on his beautiful face, "Mhm, you know what to do to that tongue, huh? Do you want to make me feel so good I can't stand? I'll cum deep in your little cunt. Mhmmm, yes I will."

Your tongue twitched against his thumb as his other hand massaged your clit. "That's it, cum for me, cum for me." He sped up his pace, slamming himself into you.

Your pussy clenched as you felt your orgasm approach. The pressure mounting. And then it hit. Hard. "Yes, fuck yes. Shit, Sanemiiii!" Your thighs were shaking so hard you were afraid you wouldn't be able to keep up, but he never let you falter.

As you were on the other side of your orgasm, he flipped you over on your back, "My turn."

You gripped his forearms as he slammed into you.

"You take my cock so well. Who knew your little hole was hiding such a talent?" He smirked, tucking his sweaty bangs behind his ears.

"Oh, right there. Don't stop. Fuck, oh my God. Don't stop."

He threw you a flirty wink, "Wouldn't dream of it."

You cried out as you came again, your clit was sore and sensitive from his sucking but somehow he managed to rub it just the right way to bring you to another one so quickly.

Sanemi kept his thrusts even, working you through your second orgasm while bringing himself to his.

You pulled him by the neck and crashed your lips to his as he spurted his hot, creamy cum deep in you.

After a few moments of panting, Sanemi looked up at the TV, "Whoops, you ordered a porn. How was it?"

You shook your head and laughed, "No, no. This right here was a freebie."

He smiled, running his hand through your sweaty hair, "Forget the porn. Let's fuck the day away. I don't even know if my dick can work that hard anymore, but I'm willing to try if you are. Plus I gotta wait until Monday before I can come back out." He pouted.

He didn't have to wait until Monday before coming back. Every time he "forgot" some papers at your house, he'd fuck your brains out. After the job was done, he just didn't have any more work to come back and do at your house. But you sure as hell saw him on Friday and Saturday and even a few times on Sunday.

"Ya know, we could try the whole dating thing if you want. Might make me show up on weekdays just as often, especially if my dick is doing all the walking." He leaned back against the couch and put his hands behind his head.

"Yeah. That might work."

And it did. A lot. Sanemi wasn't the best at keeping his word, but his dick never failed to follow through on a promise. So there was that.

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partnerlesspansexual · 7 months

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Lost and scared ❤️

(Hobie Brown x Autistic!GN!Reader)

(Synopsis: Shopping centres are scary, especially when you get lost)

*It's Friday afternoon, and you and Hobie are out doing your weekly grocery run at the local shopping centre. You have your ear defenders on to prevent yourself from becoming overstimulated, as you often do in places where there's a lot of noise going on, not wanting to have a public meltdown... Again.

*You quite enjoy grocery shopping with Hobie. Getting to push the trolley (while trying not to get distracted and crash directly into him, as you have done many times before) and dropping little fun facts about the various products you pick up while journeying through the store allows you and Hobie to spend some quality time together.

*After about an hour, you two have ticked off everything on the shopping list. You do a little happy dance as Hobie chuckles at you, his pierced lips widening into a cheeky smile.

"Alright then, luv, you ready to head home? I tell ya, I'm absoloutely knackered"

*He makes a grabby hand at you, signaling that he wants to hold your hand, not wanting to just grab it in case you don't want to. But luckily for him, you gladly take his hand in yours, giving him a warm smile, before heading towards the exit of the shopping centre. But just before you leave, a thought pops into your head and you abruptly stop, tugging at Hobie's arm as you yelp

"Baby! Baby! Baby!"

*Hobie giggles at your excitement

"Yes! Yes! Yes, love! What's up?"

*He asks as he gently strokes your hand in an attempt to calm you down. You stop yelping, turn around and point towards the candle store, your eyes twinkling with joy. You have a tradition when it comes to going to the shopping centre; after you've finished buying all the boring stuff, you head over to the candle store and spend at least half an hour going to town, smelling every single candle in sight (while getting odd looks from some of the other shopgoers). And for a while, you've had your eye on a particular vanilla and orange scented candle, but you didn't have the budget to buy it; well luckily for you, you just got paid, and your mind is focused on one thing and one thing only.

*Hobie realizes what you want and chuckles heartily.

"Is that what you're after? The candle? My days, luv! You don't need to perform an exorcism every time you want something, ya nutter"

*He says to you as he gently boops your nose, your cheeks flush in response to his affectionate gesture

"Go on, then, go get it. I'm gonna wait out here, that ok?"

*He asks as he chucks his wallet towards you. You catch it and run off, shouting back at him as you go

"Yeah!"

*(Time skip half an hour)

*You skip out of the store, candle in hand with a bright smile spread across your face, fully content with your purchase. And after a long afternoon of shopping, you're ready to go home; so you look around for Hobie, remembering that he was supposed to be waiting outside.

*He's not there

"Fuck"

*You mutter under your breath as you begin to panic. Whenever things like this happen, it doesn't take long for a meltdown to happen, so you want to find Hobie as quickly as possible; but it's kind of hard to do that when you're panicking the whole time. You trot around the shopping centre, candle in hand, frantically looking for your boyfriend as you desperately try not to cry.

"It's ok, It's ok, I'm ok"

*You say to yourself over and over again in an attempt to calm yourself down

*After 10 minutes of searching, you still haven't found him. And as the buzzing of the crowd slowly gets louder and louder, overwhelming your senses with each passing second, you sit down on a near by bench, bury your head in your hands and begin to cry. The situation is too stressful to handle, the noise of the crowd making it worse and worse, causing you to cry harder and harder as you start to dig your nails into your face, not knowing what to do (earning you some judgy looks from a few strangers).

*About 5 minutes later, you're still sat on the bench, whimpering and sniffling; some of the people have gone home by now, making the shopping centre a little less noisy. Because of this, you're able to hear the faint sound of someone calling your name

"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you, babes?!"

*Your head snaps up as you instantly recognize the sound of Hobie's rich voice, although you're still unable to see him.

"Hobie?!"

*You shout back into the crowd, scanning every person in sight in an effort to find your boyfriend. Finally, after a moment of searching, you spot each other from across the hall.

"BABY!"

*Hobie screams as he bolts towards you

"HOBIE!"

*You yell back as you, too, bolt towards him. You collide into each other and sit on the floor, Hobie wrapping his lean arms around you in a tight hug, never wanting to let go. You start to cry again, the relief of finally having found him washing over you like a wave; you bury your face in his chest as he holds you tight, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead as you cling to him.

"Shh, shh, it's alright, baby. I'm here, now. I'm here"

*He coos. All you can do is cry as your breathing becomes ragged, choked sobs being the only thing escaping your mouth as hot tears stream down your face. He pulls away slightly, takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes.

"Babes, I need ya to try and control your breathing for me. Can you do that for me, ducks? Follow my lead, ok? Deep breath in-"

*Hobie takes a deep breath for about 5 seconds, you do the same in an attempt to regulate your breath (which is easier said than done given your current state).

"And deep breath out"

*You simultaneously exhale, your breathing now relatively under control, although your hands are still shaking. Hobie smiles as you begin to calm down, bringing his face closer to yours.

"That's it, luv. That's it. Good job"

*As he comforts your still shaking form, Hobie turns to see people staring at the two of you, their faces adorning looks of either judgement or amusement. Knowing that they should mind their own damn buisiness instead of staring at you like you're some kind of circus freak, he gives them a good ol' fashioned hard stare, and it seems to do the trick as they quickly look away and scuttle off. He turns his attention back to you, eager to know what happened.

"What happened, babes? I went to the toilet for a couple'a minutes and by the time I got back you'd buggered off"

*He asks, his tone light-hearted but laced with concern. You look up at him with reddened, watery eyes and try to explain the cause of your meltdown.

"Well, I-I left the store, but when I did you weren't there. So I panicked and started look for you, but I still couldn't find you so I panicked even more! And then the noise got worse and worse and-and-"

*You start hyperventilating again, but Hobie makes an effort to keep you calm by stroking your hands and quietly shushing you (not in a condescending way). His face softens and he frowns slightly, disappointed in himself that he didn't think to let you know where he was going.

"Oh, ducks, I'm so sorry. I should've told you where I was going instead of just buggering off all on my todd. Can you forgive me?"

*He asks, nervous to hear your response. Although you're upset and overwhelmed, you know that Hobie didn't ditch you on purpose, he just does things without thinking sometimes ; and in all honesty, you felt a bit embarrassed about the way you reacted, even though it's completely normal for someone with your condition. You give him a wobbly smile as you rest your overheated forehead against his.

"Of course I can. I just need a little time to... de-escalate, if you know what I mean"

*Hobie exhales, glad to know that you're not too upset at him. He stands up, his back cracking in the process, and reaches his hand out towards you.

"Come on then, my little muppet. Let's get our backsides home. I think we've had enough excitement for one day, don't you?"

*You smile and take his hand, pulling yourself up onto your feet. You look at him for a moment before pulling him into a tight hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He's momentarily taken aback, but quickly recovers and returns the hug with equal enthusiasm.

"Love you, ducks"

*You chuckle as he coos in your ear, a warm blush spreading across both your faces.

"Love you too, Hobie"

(Bro, I've been procrastinating finishing this fic for two days 😂)

(Love you, you bunch of gremlins ❤️)

#hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x reader #atsv #gn reader #atsv hobie #autism #hobie brown x autistic!reader #neurodivergent

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almostoreghano · 1 year

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Edgar Allan Poe SFW alphabet (gn!reader)

ALL CREDITS GO TO @the-coldest-goodbye FOR PROMPT LIST !!!!!

Note: this one is a little longer because there are two short stories for one prompt. The second story has taller!gn!reader.

Warning: this isn’t proofread 💀 then again none of my stories are but if you’ve been here for awhile you probably noticed that.

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J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Poe doesn’t get insanely jealous, but sometimes he can’t help but feel a small pang if he sees someone getting close with you. Poe might be shy, but don’t mistake his shyness for weakness. If he’s bothered enough, he’ll quietly approach you with a scowl pout on his face, while grumbling under his breath. Hopefully by now, you know exactly what’s wrong. Poe knows that you won’t leave him to run off with someone else, and 100% trusts you. He also never makes a huge scene as he hates conflict.

Bonus: if you’re taller than Poe, just imagine how cute he looks pressing his face into your shoulder and his cheeks puffing up. Also imagine turning to him and cupping his cheeks so he looks up at you like “it’s ok baby, I’m all yours,” and Poe just short circuits. Meanwhile the person who was flirting with you is gagging at you both.

Drabble 1:

You and Edgar were walking around the grocery store. It wasn’t a conventional date, but any chance you two got to spend together was special. Edgar loved walking down each isle with you, with his arm snaked around yours as you push the cart.

“Can you pick up some noodles for me Angel?~” you asked in a gentle voice. Without a word, he smiled and slipped his arm from mine before waltzing towards the noodles. Your gaze follows his figure till he’s out of your line of sight before making your way towards the rices.

You were about to pick up a bag of jasmine rice when a person stopped near you. You didn’t notice them at first, but having a sixth sense to someone staring at you, it didn’t take long for you to acknowledge them.

“Sorry, am I in the way?” You ask politely, you placed the rice in the cart and was about to move out the way when the person raised their hands.

“No sorry, sometimes I stare at people, especially when they’re attractive,” they said flirtatiously. You shuffled a bit uncomfortably but politely smiled.

“I- um…hm,” you didn’t know how to respond to that, especially when you’ lover was somewhere in the store.

“Anyway, I recognised you, you work for the agency right?” They asked to which you nodded. They were subtle with their flirting, not going overboard but enough to make you slightly uncomfortable all things considered. You both engaged in light conversation, them subtly pointing out your good looks every now and then.

You were about to speak again when you felt a dark presence staring at you. When you turned around, Poe was standing there, trying not to look annoyed but failing miserably. But he wasn’t staring at you, his gaze seem to travel right through you and towards your flirtatious visitor.

“Oh, Edgar,” you said with outstretched arms. “This is my boyfriend,” you said making sure to put emphasis on ‘boyfriend’. The person’s eyes widened as Edgar approached you both.

He immediately rested his chin on your shoulder and snaked his arms around your waist, but remained silent and trying his best not to speak out of turn.

“Oh I- I’m sorry- I-“ the person stammered profusely. You smirked a bit, reaching to stroke your boyfriends hair.

“I should get going then-“ they said before waving and briskly walking away. You turned in Edgar’s arms and looked at him with a mischievous grin.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he said immediately. You raised your eyebrow, the grin never leaving your face.

“No, of course not, lovely,” you tease.

BONUS: (x taller!reader) reader is really

(Poe is 6’0 btw)

“Angel-“ Edgar rounded the corner and saw someone talking to you. He doesn’t mind you talking to other people, but when the person you’re talking to is obviously flirting with you, he can’t help but feel is blood boil.

The visitor didn’t seem to notice the presence of your lover yet, but you could feel his gaze burning a hole in the back of your head. You jumped when Edgar pressed his face in the centre of your back and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You could feel the vibration of him muttering something against your back, and you had half a mind to believe it wasn’t something nice.

“Sorry, my boyfriend,” you said whilst pulling your lover from behind you. Edgar pressed his cheek against your arms and puffed his cheeks a bit. You smiled down at him and leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

“Oh- I- s-sorry,” you smiled at them as they fumbled, but they could see the wickedness in it. They waved one last time before quickly rounding the corner.

You looked down at Edgar and smirked. He looked away while pouting, but moved his arms to wrap around your shoulders. You slipped your finger under his chin and brushed his bangs out of his face, making him look you in the eye.

“It’s ok, little darling,” you said in a flirtatious tone, “I’m all yours~” his eyes widened for a second, before the blush finally coated his entire face. Your fingertip tapped his lips gently before you wrapped your arms around his tiny waist. He hummed, looking at you already in a lovesick haze and kissed you.

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Obviously for @midwoodbender thank you for respectfully ruining my life with chatbot <3 | jealous Poe in second photo 🥰

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minminyoonjii · 1 year

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Mhm so srry if I'm bothering you just wanted to ask when is pt2 of daddy chan and mommy Felix coming out?

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You squealed, holding your plush close to your chest as you watched the show. Felix cooed, "What are you watching, sweetheart?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You tilted your head back, pressing into his abdomen "Bluely, mommy," you said, looking up at him. Felix chuckled, "Oh really? What was bluely doing?" he asked, rubbing your cheeks. You whined, trying to nip Felix's hand but he moved his hand quickly.

Felix laughed at your attempt "If you want to bite, what must you do?" he reminded, stroking your face. You grumbled, "I must ask mommy for my teether because good girls don't bite people," you said, tightening your grip around your plush. Felix smiled, nodding his head "That's right," he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Now, back to the question, sweet girl," he coaxed, redirecting you. "Ah, Bluely was pranking her daddy," you said, pointing to the screen.

Felix nodded, "Is our sweetheart going to try the same?" he asked. Internally thinking that their usually obedient girl wouldn't try a thing, but littles are still littles. You pursed your lips "I don't think so?" you answered, genuinely not thinking much about it. Felix chuckled, "Well if you decide to prank your daddy, let mommy know first," he said, leaving you to your own devices. You nodded, barely listening to what Felix said near the end as you focused your attention back on the show.

"Bluely, I don't think we should do this," Bingo said, fidgeting with her paws as she followed behind her older sister. Bluely brushed off Bingo's worry "It's fine, daddy wouldn't notice if it's gone," she said, hiding her father's laptop. Bingo whimpered, "I'm not so sure about that," she said, shaking her head.

You turned your plush around, making it face you "Should we prank daddy too?" you asked, looking at your plush for advice. "No, daddy will get mad," you said to yourself, moving the plush's head as if they were talking. You frowned, "But it seems harmless," you said, thinking about it. "It's not going to go well if you do," the plush said, shaking its head. You nibbled your bottom lip "Just once, I promise I'll hand it back if daddy looks for it," you replied, rationalizing this conversation aloud.

You placed the plush's hand on its face "Fine but you have to admit it was you and not get scared, " it said, waving its plush hand at you. You nodded, "I will," you said, tiptoeing to Chan's studio. The room was empty, and curtains were drawn shut. "Daddy said he'll be back after the buying nom noms," you whispered, looking for Chan's laptop. A gasp escaped your lips as you looked through his back "I found it. Now, where to hide it?" you questioned, holding the laptop in your arms.

You pondered for a bit, thinking of all the places to hide such bulky equipment. "I could hide it in the playroom," you wondered, staring at your plush. "That's a good idea, you could hide the laptop under the soft blocks," it said, nodding its head. You nodded back, bringing the laptop to your playroom. "Watch the laptop, plush," you said, setting the laptop on the rug with the plush sitting on top. You dug through your toy box, stacking the soft blocks into a container where you could keep the laptop in.

"I think this is enough," you mumbled, placing the laptop in with care and proceeding to stack the soft blocks over it. Just as you finished hiding Chan's laptop, the front door swung open. Chan walked in, holding bags of groceries "My loves' I'm home," he said, setting them on the kitchen counter. Felix smiled, wrapping his arms around Chan's neck "Welcome back, Chris," he teased, staring into Chan's eyes. Chan chuckled, "Glad to be back," he said, holding Felix's waist.

Felix smirked, pulling Chan closer for a kiss. Chan smiled into the kiss, melting against Felix's lips. "Did you get what I asked for, daddy?" Felix asked, resting his forehead on Chan's. "If you mean another ten kilograms of all-purpose flour, then yes," he teased, kissing Felix's nose. Felix wrinkled his nose, "You know I always run out no matter what I do," he whined, hitting Chan's chest. Chan chuckled, lifting Felix up "I know, my love," he said, holding under Felix's hips.

Felix gasped, "A warning next time," he grumbled, tugging Chan's ear. Chan hissed, nuzzling his face in between Felix's thighs "Have mercy," he pleaded. Felix hummed, gulping at the sight of Chan's head resting on his lap "Fine," he choked up, ears burning red. "Just put me down, Christopher," he whispered, not trusting his voice. Chan smirked, kissing Felix's clothed thigh "As you wish, my love," he said, setting Felix down.

You peeked your head into the kitchen "Daddy?" you called out, checking if he was actually home. Chan cooed, walking towards you "Where were you, princess?" he asked, wrapping his arms around you. You averted your eyes, "Just watching a show," you lied, pressing your face between his chest. Chan chuckled, not thinking much of your behaviour "What show were you watching, little one?" he questioned, running his fingers through your hair.

You hummed, looking up at him "I was watching Bluely," you said, bouncing on your heel. Chan turned his gaze towards Felix. "It's an Aussie-based kid's show, daddy," he said, measuring the flour. Chan nodded, "Ah, I see. Is it a good show, sweet girl?" he asked, carrying you. "Yes, daddy," you answered, resting your head on his. Chan chuckled, setting you down on the sofa "Maybe daddy will watch it with you," he said, burying his face into your stomach, drawing loud giggles past your lips.

You squealed, pushing Chan's face away from your stomach but Chan held you still. "Daddy, no more," you giggled, squirming away from his tickles. Chan laughed, pampering kisses all over your face "Alright, alright. Daddy is going to wash up and then finish some files your Uncles sent me. If there's still enough time before dinner, maybe we can watch an episode or two together," he said, holding you on his lap. You nodded, kissing Chan's cheek "Okay, daddy," you said, getting off his lap.

You hummed, forgetting about your prank for a fleeting second "Oh no, daddy said he has work to do," you whispered, staring at your plush in panic. "Go put it back," it said, hitting your hand with its plush ones. You nodded, tiptoeing into your playroom "We better be quick," you whispered, turning open the door. At the same time, Chan came out of the bathroom. His face was washed with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes widened as you quickly went into the room, hiding behind the door. Chan whistled, walking towards the bedroom. You gulped, waiting for the door to lock behind him before you run to your toybox. You set your plush down, removing the soft blocks off the laptop. Your heart pounded within your chest, adrenaline pumping on high. You held the laptop between your arms, making sure it wouldn't slip.

"Hurry before your daddy comes out," the plush said. You nodded, sneaking into Chan's studio. Just as you were about to place the laptop back into Chan's backpack "Little one, what are you doing?" Chan asked, raising an eyebrow. You gulped, turning around with the laptop still between your arms. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Love, could you come up here?" he called out, crossing his arms. Felix dusted the flour off his apron and rushed up the stairs "What is it? What's wrong?" he asked, staring between you and Chan.

"I don't know either. I just walked in on our little one, trying to place my laptop back into my backpack," Chan said, staring at you. Felix furrowed his eyebrows when he realized something "Ah, sweetheart. Were you trying to prank your daddy?" he asked. You nodded, hanging your head low. Chan turned to Felix "What prank?" he asked, confused about the whole ordeal. Felix rubbed the back of his nape "Our sweet girl happened to watch an episode of Bluely where she pranked her daddy. I didn't expect her to try it out on her own," he explained.

"I just wanted to put daddy's laptop back I swear," you whimpered, tears brimming your lash line. "That means you hid it before I came back," Chan pointed out, drawing a whine from you. Felix sighed, taking the laptop from your hands, "You know daddy's laptop holds a lot of important things, sweetheart. What if you lose your plush and found out that mommy hid it. You wouldn't like that would you?" he asked, stroking your hair.

You hiccuped, wiping your tears with the back of your sleeve. Chan hummed, "Little one, I'm very disappointed in you," he said, walking towards you. You whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks. Chan sighed, walking towards you "Come here, baby girl," he said, taking a sit on the mini sofa. You sniffled, sitting next to Chan. "You know what you did wrong, don't you?" he asked, rubbing your back. You nodded, wiping your tears.

"You know there are consequences to your actions. Taking daddy's laptop with the purpose of hiding it holds a heavy one," Chan said, lifting you on his lap. "I'm sorry, daddy," you cried, cheeks splotchy with tears. Chan cooed, "I know you're sorry, little one," he said, wiping your tears. "Over my lap, sweet girl. Twenty spanks and no brownies for the day should be an appropriate punishment for your actions," he added, laying you over his lap.

Felix tucked your plush under your arms, "Do you want mommy to hold your hand?" he asked, brushing your hair away from your face. You nodded, making grabby hands towards Felix. He smiled, holding your hand as Chan removed your bottoms. "Count for us, little one," Chan said, raising his hand to lay the first spank. You whimpered, "One," you sniffled, tightening your grip on Felix's hand.

Chan rubbed your ass before laying the next. "Two," you squeaked, clutching your plush close. Chan sighed, setting a tempo of three spanks in a row. "Three. Four. Five." you whimpered, tears soaking into the fabric of your plush. Felix cooed, rubbing your back "You're doing so good, sweetheart," he praised as Chan laid another three. You choked on a sob, "S-six. Seven. E-eight." you stuttered, staring up at Felix with pleading eyes.

Chan blew against your bruising skin, "Just twelve more, little one," he said, laying another without a warning. "Nine!," you cried out, lips wobbling. Felix furrowed his eyebrows, "Just a bit more," he encouraged, kissing your tear-stained face. Chan bit his bottom lip "Daddy will make this quick," he said, guilt pricking his heart. He lifted his hand, laying the last eleven spanks without you counting. You wailed, tears clouding your visions, letting you see nothing but a blur.

Chan parted his thighs, letting you rest your aching ass between them. "It's all done, sweet girl. All done," he whispered, tucking your head under his chin. Felix rubbed your back "You did so good. Our good girl," he praised, kissing your hair. Chan rocked your sobbing figure "Take a deep breath, little one," he said, breathing slower so you could match. You sniffled, inhaling deeply. Felix gestured to himself and then to the door, letting Chan know he was going out to grab something.

Chan nodded, wiping your tears away. "Our precious, little baby," he chuckled, stroking your cheek, Felix walked back in with a clean pair of clothes for you to clean into "Lift your arms, sweetie. Let's get you out of your wet clothes," he said, lifting your top over your head. You sniffled, holding your plush close as he changed you. Chan smiled, "Do you want to cuddle up with daddy while he works?" he asked, kissing your forehead,

You nodded, dipping into nonverbal as you rested your head on his shoulder. Chan hummed, "My love, do you have the cocoa butter? he asked, rubbing your aching bottom. Felix nodded, opening the jar, "Here," he said, handing it to Chan. "Thank you," he said, coating your skin with the cream. You melted into their aftercare, eyes shutting from exhaustion. Felix noticed and cooed, "I think we better tuck her in instead," he suggested, tucking your hair behind your ears.

Chan nodded, "I think so too," he whispered, carrying you with care to the bedroom. Felix held your plush, knowing you would wake up frantic without it in your arms. He gently laid you on your stomach, "Comfy?" he whispered, pulling the blanket over your body. You nodded, nuzzling into the pillows. Felix cooed, tucking your plush under your arms "Sweet dreams, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your forehead. Chan did the same before leaving the door ajar behind him.

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aheathen-conceivably · 1 year

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Zelda was returning home after a trip to the French Market. She and Antoine usually shopped together, but today he had stayed behind to work on accounting for the club. As she neared home, she hoisted the grocery bag to her other hip, trying to balance it with her weight thrown off by her growing belly.

Her mother had told her that pregnancy was uncomfortable, so she had been prepared for the more practical aspects of it. She had been thrilled when Zelda had first wrote to her of her pregnancy, sending a continuous stream of letters and advice.

Those letters had been Zelda’s greatest comfort during those first long months. Her nausea had been constant, and all she could do as she laid in bed was read and reread her mother’s letters, imagining that she was there with her, softly telling her stories and stroking her hair.

As she walked up the stairs Zelda could hear Antoine talking and laughing. As she got closer she could hear a woman’s voice as well, quiet but familiar. She paused in the hallway. No, it couldn’t possibly be. Had she slept last night? Surely her hormone addled brain was simply plagued by lack of sleep and homesickness.

She stopped in the threshold, scarcely believing her own eyes even though she was right in front of her, “Mother…is that really you?”

Florence leapt to her feet, pulling Zelda into a hug that seemed to last forever.

“Zelda, my love, my child, look at you! With child yourself. It doesn’t even seem quite possible, does it?”

Zelda looked at Antoine and then back at Florence, “I don’t understand, how did you get here? Are you really and truly here? But how?”

Florence looked back at Antoine, her eyes inviting him over to where the two of them stood, “Well this fine man you’ve found wrote to me some months ago inviting me to stay with the two of you until after you give birth. It took a bit of time to arrange everything at home and then make that dreadful journey across the Atlantic but I arrived at the port this morning.”

Zelda could do little but cry in happiness. Her mother was there, in New Orleans. It seemed nearly as surreal as her pregnancy itself, but at least now they would have months together, months to talk and to laugh and Zelda hoped, to simply figure out how to be a mother herself.

#1924 #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #the darlingtons #1920s #antoine duplanchier #zelda darlington #florence darlington

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icybluepenguin · 4 months

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A Cozy Evening

Summary: A snowstorm is building up outside and you hunker down with Astarion, a fire, some cider, and your knitting. For the #BG3HolidayFluffle23 prompt "cozy"

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav(reader)

Tags: post-game, knitting, coziness, short utter domestic FLUFF

The snow was coming down fast enough to make it hard to see, thick clouds blocking the sun and making everything look flat and dim.

You hurried down the last few streets, wishing you could wipe the snow from your face but not willing to put down your armful of baskets.

“Oh my gosh!” you exhaled as you tumbled through your front door, muffled by your scarf. “Boo was right about this storm!” You put your baskets and packages on the dining table and stripped off your mittens and unwound your scarf and peeled off your powder-dusted cloak. “Astarion?”

That was odd, he usually welcomed you home with a light complaint about taking too long or a whine about the cat not loving him as much as you or some other ridiculousness. He couldn't have gone out. The sun was still up, although between the thick clouds and the heavy snow, it was hard to tell.

You kicked off your boots, wiggling your very cold toes. The shopping could wait to be put away, you wanted to get warm first.

You had left Astarion sitting in his armchair by the fireplace with a book. When you walked closer, you saw his book on the arm of the chair, but Astarion was nowhere to be seen. And on the fur in front of the fire was a pile of blankets.

“Astarion?” you asked in disbelief, poking the pile with your toe. You could just see the tip of Astarion's ear as he lay facedown on the fur.

“‘S warm,” he mumbled. “Fell asleep.”

“Can't blame you there.” The house was much colder than normal and Astarion loved being warm, even if this seemed a little extreme. He must have had at least three blankets piled on him. “Make space for me?”

With a groan, he rolled onto his side and moved the blankets so that you could sit down in front of him. He started to curl around you, then hissed. “You're cold.”

“Give me a minute, I just got home. I was half snow monster by the time I got to the door.” You'd gone out a few hours ago to get some last minute supplies for the storm, in case you were stuck inside for days. Food and treats for you, healing potions and scrolls so Astarion could drink from you without worry, and a few new books, among other things.

“Did Gorukk have anything good today?” Astarion's voice was slow & deep with sleep.

“Mm-hm.” You wanted to stroke the tip of his ear, slightly flushed from the heat, but your fingers were still chilled. “A history and two romances that looked decent. I also got a guide to Zakhara, if we want to pretend we're somewhere warm.”

“I am somewhere warm.”

“You can't stay on the floor forever.”

“Watch me.” He rolled back over onto his stomach with a small huff.

You slowly got to your feet, but one of Astarion's hands snuck out to grab your ankle.

“I'm just going to get some cider. If we’re going to stay on the floor, I want to be cozy too.” You extracted your foot from long pale fingers which then disappeared back into the mass of blankets. Smiling, you gathered your baskets from the table and headed to the kitchen.

As you put away the groceries, you found one of your other purchases tucked under them. You stuck the package under your arm, then ladled out two steaming mugs of the cider you've had mulling on the stove all day.

You set one mug down near Astarion's buried head and put the other in front of your spot, sitting cross-legged by his stomach. With a sip of cider warming your throat, you tear off the paper wrapping of your purchase, revealing a big soft ball of yarn and a set of needles.

It had been a while since you had knit anything, but you had seen the yarn and knew it was the perfect thing to do in a snowstorm. You had fond memories of your father teaching you how to knit as you spent the days on his fishing boat, waiting for a catch.

“What's that?” Astarion's head poked out of his burrow, no doubt attracted by the sound of the paper and hoping it was a surprise for him.

“Just some yarn I picked up.” You wove the yarn through your fingers and looped it over the needles in a quick, practiced motion. You wondered if your hands would ever forget how to do this, it was as natural as breathing. “I'm going to knit some warmer socks.”

Astarion watched with fascination. The way your fingers darted to and fro, the smooth rhythm of it- it was a bit hypnotic.

“I didn't know you could do that.”

“Hush, I’m counting.” Satisfied you had cast on a decent number of stitches, you paused for some cider. “Do you want to learn?”

“I… Yes.” He sat up, pushing blankets out of the way.

You held up your project. “Hold the needles and the yarn like this,” you demonstrated, “Then, take this needle and slide it into the stitch over here. Wrap the yarn around… pull it through and off.”

You handed him the needles, putting your hands on top of his to find the right grip. “Good. Now slip the needle in… Wrap around… Oh, you're good at this.”

“You've seen me unlock chests harder than this, darling.”

“I've seen you blow them up too, so let's not get carried away,” you teased. “I haven't taught you how to purl yet.”

You were unsurprised when his fumbling beginner movements became sure and smooth within a few stitches. The things this man could do with his hands…

His grip loosened on the needles as he became more comfortable, the yarn flowing smoothly from the ball to his dexterous fingers. You smiled, cradling your mug in your hands. You could watch him all night.

“And this will become a sock?”

“After a lot of knitting, yes. And then you have to make the second one.” You grimace dramatically. “We used to carry our knitting everywhere, on the boats, in the pastures, walking to town. Any moment your hands weren't busy was a chance to be knitting.”

“Perhaps a habit to get back into. These needles could do considerable damage to someone's eye.”

You shook your head fondly. “A friend of mine stabbed someone in the thigh with one. It was horrific, it went in more than an inch. I've used one to jimmy a lock more than once.”

His eyes lit up at that. You looked up at the heavy snow swirling past your window, a small frown developing on your face.

“What are you thinking about?” Astarion asked.

You heaved a long sigh. “I should have gotten more yarn.”

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#Astarion #astarion x tav #bg3holidayfluffle23 #Astarion fanfic #Astarion x reader #My writing

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goodluckclove · 16 days

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The Archivist no. 1 - Control

so fuck it i'm trying this anyway. here's a long-form, but ultimately singular piece i wrote trying to process the singular Terrible Event of my upbringing. if unaliving stuff is triggering for you now you shouldn't read this.

i'm not going to do this that often because it's nice to work things out in my head but holy shit this was weird to come back to. if someone finds it relatable in that oh hey your shit sucked too and you survived huh?? way i'll get into it again at a later time.

otherwise uh. yeah. enjoy? legit though read the tags before you do this i don't want anyone freaking out.

The Archivist no. 1 – Control

Mom wasn’t sleeping much in the nights before she killed herself. It wasn’t unusual given her rampant insomnia. Dad would pass out in the bedroom, and I would come out of my room at the end of the hall tin the middle of the night and find her watching bad crime dramas and reading the news on her iPad. I didn’t sleep much back then either, I guess.

Sometimes I would sit with her for a while, but the shows didn’t interest me much. Mostly I’d make a joke and continue to the kitchen to grab a snack before going back to my bedroom to keep on writing. I was almost sixteen years old and I had completed two novels that stood, unread, on an elephant’s graveyard of abandoned projects. So it goes.

Near the end of summer I came down with some sort of head cold. I woke up in the middle of the night, feverish and frustrated, and went out into the hall to see if Mom would be awake.

Time flickers and I’m lying on the couch with my head in her lap. She’s stroking my hair. She’s telling me that in the morning we’re going to go out in the mall and she’s going to buy me new pants. I don’t know why she told me that. I don’t know if it was a lie. She solved a lot of problems by shopping for clothes, so it sounded like something she would say. Mom even insisted in a voice that hung quiet in the dark that we would go to Macy’s, a rarity when she only ever bought my wardrobe from Goodwill.

I believed her then because I was a child and I loved my mother. I was sick and I loved my mother. I was looking forward to her buying me new pants.

Did she know then? I don’t know. She’s had two rounds of electroshock therapy since then, so the memory has been thoroughly wiped from her brain. It’s just gone. That moment exists solely in my own recollection, which is barely better than it never existing to begin with.

Later that morning she left saying she had some errands to run. I didn’t think much of it at the time. I had no way to, really, being that they had me on nine hundred milligrams of Seroquel at the time – one hundred more than the recommended dose for an adult man. The mornings left me in a sticky daze and I usually wasn’t able to gain any lucidity until a few hours after I woke up.

Once that happened I felt a little stirred by the circumstances. Mom had errands? What errands? She didn’t do the grocery shopping, she had my brother and I make that trip every week. She didn’t have a job or friends to meet. More than that, her agoraphobia crippled her at times and made leaving the house for anything a feat. But no, she just let for errands and told me that as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I told myself it was fine.

When I texted her a few hours later she didn’t respond. I called her after that and she didn’t answer. I think I called her a few times.

She didn’t come home at all that day. I remember feeling the dread clinging tight to the top of my rib cage like something toxic just about to drip. It was a feeling I didn’t know how to communicate, and in retrospect I know now that it is a deeply-rooted instinct from my childhood. The warped insight that tells me that, when Mom leaves under mysterious circumstances, or when she leaves after you make her made – she’s going out to drink.

But that couldn’t be it. Mom was sober now and proud of it. She marked her sobriety date as Cino de Mayo and laughed every year at the irony. Mom was sober now. Things were different.

Dad came home from work and I was lingering in the living room, standing guard like an anxious animal. My older brothers were in their bedroom, on their laptops, no knowledge of the panic I was feeling.

Dad greeted me and asked where Mom was. In a voice that mimicked neutrality I said that she left to run errands. He took that with a nod and went to the backyard. I don’t know why he did that – he wasn’t smoking anymore, but by this point he might’ve been using e-cigarettes. Or maybe he was just enjoying the evening air. I just know I was sitting inside the house, very aware that the only other adult I knew was outside, and my mind was racing.

Do I tell him? Should I tell him?

Eventually I opened the sliding glass door and stood in the kitchen until I drew his attention. In my imagination he sees the look on my face and knows that something is wrong. I don’t know if this is true.

“You have to look for Mom,” I said.

He did. No questions asked. I didn’t linger over that at the moment, but thinking now I know that must mean that he understood what was happening. He wasn’t surprised.

Mom had no intention of taking me to Macy’s.

I don’t know what I did while he was driving around looking for her. I don’t really have a clear playback of finding out what happened. The extent of my trauma has severely limited what I am able to remember, and for this specific part of my life what I know happened now is influenced heavily by the many times my Dad recounted it to me.

A few years later he took me for ice cream and we sat in the parking lot to eat it, staring out at a night bathed in orange streetlamp haze. At one point he put his cup on the dashboard and pointed.

“You see that motel?” He said, drawing my attention to a nondescript line of buildings. “That’s where I found her.”

He recognized her car in the parking lot. The manager didn’t want to tell him what room she was in, (“I bet he was worried I’d catch her in an affair,” he’d remark darkly) but I imagine he explained the situation and got the help he needed. Apparently they found Mom after she took all of our medication. Well, I don’t know if it was all our medication. I just know that she had taken my psych drugs, as well as my dad’s and her own, and decided to mix them with a six pack of beer.

Did someone specify it was beer at some point after that? I don’t know why I would know that. I also don’t know why I would assume it was that over any other type of alcohol.

My Mom took my medication to end her life.

It didn’t work, though. Dad told me later that she died for a little over a minute.

I told them I was worried about taking more Seroquel than both of them put together and they promised me it was very hard to overdose on Seroquel.

Was she counting on that? Or did she forget?

I never liked anything at Macy’s.

At some point I found out that Mom was stable and in the hospital. She was in a coma. In my head I have a memory of standing at the kitchen counter and watching my father call Kaiser to get a new supply of all of our medication. He wrote them all down, every name and their proper dosage. I listen to him speak kindly to the pharmacist on the other end of the line.

“The thing is,” he explains, “we packed to come home from vacation, and our luggage got lost on the flight…”

Inside myself is a vacancy so haunted that ghosts are too afraid to dwell there.

Dad ends up sleeping on the couch. He does not want to sleep in an empty bed. He tells me that he will leave in the morning to go back to the hospital, but he just wants to get a little bit of rest. Once he closes his eyes I slide a quilt above his sleeping body and put on a Jim Gaffigan stand-up special that I only process every third word of.

I don’t know where my brothers are in this memory. I am not thinking about that when it is happening. I’m thinking of my father, and my mother, and how if I didn’t tell my father to look for her he might’ve waited and ended up too late.

Years later I will learn that my father never told my brothers, or my older sister who lived on her own, that Mom tried to kill herself. I can’t bring myself to say tried – she succeeded, and was only brought back by the marvels of medicine. While I am thinking of my mother’s death none of them have any idea what is happening.

I am the one that told my siblings how our mother died for a moment years prior. We learn at the same time that they had no idea. When I ask my father why I was the only one he told about her death and not them, he told me that I agreed they shouldn’t find out.

When did this happen? I was fifteen years old and I have no knowledge of this conversation. Was I there? Or was only my body present and he decided that was enough.

Mom wakes up after three days. My sister joins my brothers and myself and we drive to the hospital to visit her. I can’t imagine what I am feeling. Maybe everything, maybe nothing. I remember riding up the elevator and going down the hall, and then my brain skips again and I am standing at my mother’s hospital bed.

She looks sick and she looks the same. There are tubes. I think she’s probably sedated. She is my mother and I love her and she took all of my medication to try and kill herself.

“Why did you do it?” I ask her, voice soft. I am trying very hard not to cry.

Mom smiles. I don’t know if this is true. She smiles as if doesn’t realize that she didn’t stay dead. When she speaks her voice wavers, faint and weakened.

“I didn’t feel – like I had control,” she pauses to catch her breath. “So I did this...and now I do!”

She is pleased like a child presenting an interesting leaf. My mother is proud of what she was able to accomplish. In some part of my brain that hasn’t fully learned how to speak up enough to defend itself, I absorb the knowledge that she has told me something that will ruin me time and time again for the rest of my life.

All of that is gone now. Mom doesn’t remember, and Dad has decided that it is our job to make sure she never has to.

I wonder if he heard what she said to his child. If he is able to process the deep, permanent damage his wife has done in two simple statements. A sympathetic part of me says that I wouldn’t know what to do in his shoes either, but is that true? I’m not sure.

Pull the child aside in the hallway of the hospital. Take them by the shoulders and lean in close so you have a semblance of privacy.

She is sick, I would say. She is unwell and she is lying. When she is like this, you do not have a mother.

Most of the time I do not have a mother.

When I am in the psych ward after my own suicide attempt my parents are the only ones I allow to visit me. I love my parents and my mother sometimes offers to take me to Macy’s. My Dad crafts little notes like cootie catchers written in red ink. I peel tangerines from the bowl in the cafeteria while they tell me what the dog is doing. He does not treat me like I am sick. Perhaps he considers me more suitable for survival.

I wonder if Mom does what Dad did to me in the parking lot with the ice cream. Does she press her palms into the sheets of her bed and think this is where my child came and told me they tried to drown themselves.

She probably doesn’t. I don’t think she remembers anymore.

I don’t think about the night Mom killed herself as often as I used to, and when I do I don’t really feel anything anymore. As I heal I’ve been warned that things might emerge, and that time might actually make the memory more vivid instead of distant. I don’t know what to say to this. When the possibility emerges I just tell myself that all of that is gone now. It isn’t real.

By this time next year my parents will have no way to find me. I’ve taken control my own way – not through death, but by cutting them off entirely. Whether that is something they understand, or even remember, is not my problem anymore.

#writing #writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #queer writers #actually writing #creative writing #memoir #non fiction #tw sui attempt #tw sui vent #tw family trauma #tw family abuse #tw family death #tw family problems #tw childhood trauma #archivist

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icy-cold-bitch-latte · 2 years

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I always see things for the reader stealing *their* clothes, but what about the sides stealing the *readers* clothes? How would they react?

Anon I love this idea so freaking much omg

The Sides stealing the reader's clothes

Warnings: fluff, Roman angst (sorry), suggestive stuff for Logan and Remus

Patton

Patton couldn't find his cat cardigan anywhere (and no, it wasn't around his shoulders, he checked)

He'd taken it off and set it down for just a second, but when he went to put it back on it wasn't there

Unfortunately, you weren't in your room when he checked to see if you'd let him borrow something to wear

He didn't like taking things from you without getting your permission first, but he needed something to warm him up

Spotting a scarf hanging up, he gently took it down and wrapped it snugly around his shoulders (or "cold-ers", as he often called them), making a mental note that he should do something nice for you in return so you wouldn't be too upset with him taking it

After he left, he wandered downstairs to find himself a cookie to eat, and maybe even a second cookie if he was feeling dangerous

You were already in the kitchen, wearing the exact same cat cardigan Patton had been looking for earlier

When the two of you saw each other in the opposite one's clothes you both burst out laughing until your sides hurt

"So that's where my cardigan went!" Patton exclaimed, trying to catch his breath

"Sorry for just sorta taking it, I always thought it looked really cute on you and just wanted to try it on"

"Well, I'm sorry for taking your scarf without asking, I had to keep my cold-ers warm somehow"

You giggled before holding up a plate with cookies on it. "Want one?" You offered

He smiled before picking one up. "Cookies may be sweet, but they're no where near as sweet as you." He kissed your cheek while you blushed

Roman

Roman was devastated. He'd tried out for an important role in a play he really wanted to be in earlier that day, and to say he blew the audition was an understatement

His ego was bruised, and his heart was hopelessly crushed. There was absolutely nothing that could ever make him feel happy again... except for maybe spending some quality time with his devoted and loving partner, that is

He went to search the house for you, hoping you'd be there to give him some words of encouragement (and also cuddles), but when he couldn't find you he got even most frustrated and upset

Had his beloved darling somehow found out about his awful performance and decided that because of it, they were going to leave him for good?

Wrapping himself in one of the jackets he'd stolen from you ages ago, he collapsed on your bed in a fit of tears, sobbing into your pillow until he eventually tired himself out and fell asleep

You ended up finding him still lying there later that day after you'd gotten back from helping Patton shop for groceries

Walking over to the bed, you sat down next to him and began gently stroking his hair until he woke up a few moments later

Upon seeing that it was you, he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes yet again

Having known about what had happened from Logan, you hugged him back, gently consoling him the best you could

"It's okay, my sweet prince. Don't worry, I'm here"

He was able to calm himself down a lot quicker than before, simply by you just being there

You hugged him for a bit longer before asking, "Roman, is that my jacket that I thought I lost a couple weeks ago?"

He hesitated before letting out a muffled "Maybe" as a response

You chuckled, holding him close. "It's alright, you can keep it. It looks good on you"

Logan

Logan woke up that morning to find you curled up next to him, fast asleep after the previous night's, ahem, activities~

The sun hadn't quite rose yet, and since he didn't want to run the risk of waking you up he decided he'd just get dressed in the dark. I mean, how hard could it be?

Very hard, as he would find out just moments later after he'd managed to put both shoes on the wrong feet and his button up on backwards (twice)

Once he finished dressing himself to the best of his ability, he went downstairs to put on a pot of coffee, making sure to leave some behind for you when you woke up

You made your way to the kitchen not long after, yawning loudly as you shuffled down the stairs

"Good morning, Star," Logan greeted you affectionately, giving you a kiss on the forehead before handing you a cup of coffee made just the way you liked

You hummed at the nickname, leaning into his kiss before going to sit down at the kitchen table

It wasn't until after you'd gotten up for a refill that you noticed something you hadn't be awake enough to spot when you first came down

"Logan, did you inspect your outfit closely enough this morning when you got dressed?"

He furrowed his brow, confused by your unusual line of questioning. "Well, considering I did most of it in the dark so as not to wake you, no, I didn't. Why?"

"Because you're wearing my pants, that's why." You gestured towards the lower part of his body with your coffee cup, watching with a bemused look on your face as he realized the mistake he made earlier when picking out his clothes

"I- I am so sorry, I had no idea-" Logan stuttered, cheeks tinted pink at his obvious embarrassment

"Oh, honey, don't worry, I'm not upset," you reassured him, setting down your coffee on the counter. "In fact-" you made your way over to him, playing with the end of his tie in a teasing fashion, "I think it's kind of hot, you wearing my clothes and all"

Safe to say neither one of you were seen again that day until some time after lunch

Virgil

Virgil had spent most of the day at your house hanging out with you

When it came time for him to leave, he found himself not wanting to, so he was ecstatic when you offered to let him stay the night and then go home the next day

Until he remembered he didn't have anything to wear to sleep in

I mean, sure, his everyday clothes were pretty comfortable, but he really didn't want to spend the night in a pair of jeans

You let him borrow clothes before in the past, so he figured you wouldn't mind if he grabbed a pair of sweatpants to sleep in

He had just slipped them on when you came out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in hand from where you'd been brushing your teeth

"Are those my Tim Burton pajama bottoms?"

He froze upon hearing your voice, afraid you'd be upset, but when he looked up to see a slight smirk on your face he realized you were just messing with him

"Oh, uh, yeah, they are. I didn't have any other clothes on me, so I decided to borrow yours. I hope that's okay," he said sheepishly

"Don't worry, it's totally fine," you reassured him. "Besides, you look cute wearing my clothes"

You gave him a wink before going to return your toothbrush to the bathroom, leaving behind a very flustered emo boy

Janus

If there was one thing Janus hated, it was cold weather

Since he was part snake, he was cold blooded like reptiles, and therefore unable to regulate his body temperature properly, causing him to be particularly drowsy and out of it on colder days

Luckily they lived in Florida, so it was pretty much always warm, but that didn't mean there wasn't the occasional cold front that passed through

Usually he'd have his cape wrapped him on chilly days like this, but unfortunately for him Remus had gotten a strange combination of glitter glue and what he hoped was mayonnaise on it the day before, meaning it had to be washed

He'd been sulking around the house looking for something warm to wear, glaring at anyone who dared to hold his gaze for too long when he spotted one of your sweatshirts laying on the back of the couch

Now, he often found sweatshirts and such to be quite unrefined, and therefore unfit for such a sassy, stylish snake boi such as himself to wear, but he was desperate at this point, and he would do almost anything to feel warm again

Making sure he was alone, he slipped it on, feeling himself become all nice and toasty almost immediately

He'd felt so relaxed and comfortable he hadn't even heard you come down the stairs, looking for the exact same sweatshirt that he happened to have on his body

"Janus, what are you doing?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the question, slowly turning around to see you standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching him with an amused look on your face

"Well, I totally didn't steal your sweatshirt because I was cold," he remarked slyly, trying to keep himself from panicking at having been caught

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. "Uh huh, sure. But next time you get cold and you need something warm to borrow, just ask, okay? I don't mind sharing. Plus, I'd hate for my favorite little snake boy to freeze to death"

It was now his turn to roll his eyes, jokingly scoffing at you while you gave him a small boop on the nose

Remus

You were in the shower when Remus popped up in your room like he normally does when he gets bored

He was upset you were taking so long, and while he was tempted to pull a Psycho on you (with a fake knife, of course) he remembered that last time he did something like that you had threatened to shove a bar of soap down his throat if he ever tried it again

While he didn't want to face your wrath for the second time around, he also desperately needed to be entertained, or else he felt as if he might combust

Seeing the pile of clothes you'd been wearing earlier that day lying on the floor gave him a rather naughty idea for a surprise he could have for you once you were done in the bathroom

When you got out of the shower a couple minutes later, you were immediately suspicious to how quiet it was

Usually Remus used your shower time to pull off some sort of crazy, elaborate scheme he could never get away with under your supervision, so complete silence couldn't be a good thing

You hesitantly walked into your bedroom, towel wrapped around you as you quickly scanned the area, trying to see where he might be hiding

"Boo!" He said, jumping out from your closet wearing only a pair of underwear, which to you was nothing new. Until you noticed it was yours, that is

"Remus, are you- are you wearing my underwear?" You asked in disbelief as he paraded around your bedroom, clearly proud of himself

"Yup! And I must say, they fit perfectly," he said flirtatiously, giving you a wink

"Good to hear. Now, take my clothes off, and put your clothes back on. I need to get the dirty laundry together so I can wash it soon"

"If you want them back so badly, why don't you come over here and take them?" He taunted, wiggling his hips

You let out a sigh. It was going to be a long day

(Also I feel kinda bad because Virgil's isn't as long as the rest but I didn't want to rewrite his section so 😭 it is what it is ig)

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