#this is probs just best kept for myself

[plutothe-pup]

RP RESOLUTIONS AND HABITS:

TW: .........i used a lot of memes............im sorry. idk how to be serious. im in a silly goofy mood idk. do u see the header u know what u signed up for ok

Real TW: very minor drug mentions.

Write your RPer Resolutions for 2024! (What are some goals for yourself as a writer? Improve descriptions? Plot with more members? Etc.)

Once again, I am asking myself to learn how to plot. That is going to be the theme here, just wait. Seriously though, I am pretty terrible at it. I do not like to approach people because I am........... idk weird. I am somehow anti-social even online and tend to just sit there twiddling my thumbs instead of reaching out. It's been a problem for me for literally ever. Sometimes I even get scared when people reach out to ME. But one year maybe we will get there. I also want to get back to regular activity. I've been really slipping these past few ... well, years I feel. I want to be more consistent at the very least, and not just post, disappear, spam, disappear, etc. I know I say this every time - but maybe just once: do a big plot. Do a big plot for yourself buddy. You can do it. Best Supporting character's get a sequel spin-off series one day, right. Just do it. JUST DO IT. I also feel like my writing recently compared to years ago has gotten poorer in quality. Idk what that's all about but I would like to improve that. Make proofreading a thing for me again 2024 or whatever.

me @ myself:

Write at least one resolution, or “goal,” that you have as an RPer for your character(s):

Oh - you....... you think I have GOALS? (tbh I think they align with my character's own. We're on the SAME TEAM)

Greg: RECONNECT WITH HIS PARENTS. This was like a silent plot I started literally over a year ago where Gregory got more and more distant with his parents until they stopped talking entirely and he moved out to live at R2F. He's been on and off about trying to reach out - and this is the year to do it. Also probably come to terms a bit more with his relationship with Zero. He's comfortable in it and loves Zero very much - but there's that voice in the back of his mind still saying that he'll leave. Sebastian: Get over his crush on Lo that he did to himself. I want him to fully accept uncle life. To get over his fear of hurting people. Milo: BREAK. HIS. CURSE. .........nah. That's not my goal for him this year lmfao. I want him to find his passion, actually. Will it be in working out and being a jock? Does he actually have a fond passion for cooking? Does he yearn for theater? Fawn: Get her into TROUBLE. I didn't really do much with this yet, but she's a TROUBLE MAKER. She's nearly been kicked out the hollow for god's sake. She is a TERROR. It's time to UNLEASH IT.

Write at least one resolution IN CHARACTER for your characters. What do THEY want to accomplish or change in the New Year?

Greg: Reconnect and apologize to his parents - but to do that... kick the minor drug problem first. Sebastian: Don't die. (.....i can't stress enough this man doesn't have outlooks) Milo: BREAK. MY. CURSE. Fawn: Discover a new creature in Enchantra! Befriend the creature! Train the creature! Sick the creature on Eboshi so it eats her and the forest is free again :)

List one or more characters you have never interacted with that you would like to do so:

.....disclaimer: I have bad memory now. soooooo. if we did interact and I list u here I am so sorry i am so so so so sorry.

Clarion: For obvious reasons, and also as stated above - Fawn is on mighty thin ice in the Hollow, so I think any interactions between them would be great and funny. And........ well maybe she gets kicked out oops. Doc: I'm not counting twitter interactions - I just think because of the whole Luca thing, I feel like Doc has flip flopped on his opinion of Milo multiple times and it would be funny for them to finally meet and talk. (and prove he's a good boi!) Any of TAM'S characters strictly because - I believe u have escaped me so far. Eluded. (That's not hard, as we discussed in point 1 I am very inconsistent) That should change!! ....I am sure the format of this post is very enticing...... sorry.

Talk a bit about your plotting style – what plots are you most drawn to? Do you prefer to come with a fully-formed idea and plot off that, or throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks?

And here dear reader we return to the beginning again. Roll credits: oh man, I simply do not. I am by default a 'buckle your seatbelts and lets just see wtf happens' kind of person simply because I am SO BAD at plotting in the first place! So many of my 'plots' revolve around other people's well equipped talents, or throwing my characters at opens/events/etc and seeing what disaster strikes. I'm just doing drive bys at all times of day.

Talk a bit about character relationships – what relationships are you most drawn to? How do you prefer to approach shipping (if at all!)? What, specifically, are you looking for right now for your character relationships? 

I love just good old fashion friendship and family relationships! Like I adore the relationship Milo has with Pip/King/Luca. The Greg/Jun relationship, Sebby and his bros. I think it's pure and good and writing BFFs getting into dumb things is my favorite. I also like BEEF. I am a fan of rough-housing so to speak. Drama? Sure. Pile it up. Beef? Grudges. Fights. Whatever. It is okaaaaay. I love a good ol' beefin' between people. Same as above. I barely plot as it is - but when I do, it's definitely not relationships/shipping. In fact, I don't really 'ship'. i don't plan around ships, I don't get characters for ships, I don't anticipate ships. If one develops while throwing fruit--- I mean characters at other people, then that's great! That's how.......... both of my current relationships are! Phineas and Fawn were completely random and not at all my intention but they vibed from the start and it happened to work out in the timeline. Gregory and Zero were incredibly unlikely but started talking here and there, and Z and I didn't really say........ anything to each other at all until they were kissing in Pixie's and even then - we didn't think they'd become a #thing. ..........which they did. So I'm pretty much just...... looking to expand on the ones I have? Explore Phawneas a bit and see what on earth is going on inside their head, see where Glo takes us. ............figure out if Seahound can survive not jumping each other's bones forever.

Plotting Exercise! Pick one of the resolutions/goals in #3 and plan a rough guideline to how you could accomplish it.

..........what if I said no, huh? I'm so BAD at this (it all comes back to it yanno)

GREG TALKS TO HIS PARENTS:

GREGORY and ZERO have a discussion post-Zero's parents coming to town, where ZERO tries to prod about what is going on between GREG and his parents, and Greg comes clean to him about the fight that happened between them. Zero gently offers to go with him to talk to them but Greg doesn't think it's time yet.

Still too uncertain, GREG asks IAN if his mum has said anything about Aubrey, or about Greg. He tries to gauge if his parents have been talking about him to their friends, if they're upset, or if they've moved on.

PLOT CALL: Gregory anonymously looks into sources for mental health, and tries to find people with experience in the same struggles he's had. He either forms or joins an anonymous online/twitter support group for such problems / group therapy.

Having overheard various times through the grapevine, GREG finds and approaches TAD to see if he can talk to him about his recovery and sobriety and find advice/guidance for that path.

Knowing that he might get the most brutal honest answers, GREG confides in JUN and asks his advice on what he should do or how he should handle it.

GREG finally bites the bullet and drags JUN and ZERO to his parents house for support to talk to them again after over a year of radio silence.

PHEW. A tough one.

Anyways. ...........................

my deepest apologies again. idk what happened. this did start serious but then it went off the rails. it's sincere between all the...... whatever that is.

#swyntask #Swyntask: Resolutions #........idk how to explain myself #or anything that happened in this post #so I won't #sorry #this is probs just best kept for myself #scroll by thanks

[jujulebee]

i get not liking frosting but like

u would prob feel a bit better if u had a lil frosting tbh

enjoy life my guy

#ill sit in the pantry and eat frosting out of the can tho #so like #idk if im the best judge of like anything #i just love sugar so much #like this one time i got really into mixing my own cereal mix #id take like 6 of the sugariest cereals i could get my grubby lil itty bitty hands on #and id mix them 2gether #and then after a while they stopped tasting very sugary bc i got used to it #so i started adding nesquik choco milk mix 2 the milk #but i thought it was missing something so i added strawberry 2 #and then it still wasnt sweet enough so i added sugar 2 the milk #at some point my uncle found out that i was doing this when i would make myself breakfast #and he started hiding the cereal boxes where i couldnt get them #which involved a series of hiding places bc like #at first he put them up somewhere high #but id sneak out in the middle of the night when i was staying over at his place and id climb up on the counters by pushing things around #and id get it anyway #at some point i think he had a wall safe that i couldnt open that he kept them in #now im hungry tho #so im prob gonna recreate my childhood sugar overdose mix

[twirlingsmilingwriting]

Tolerate It pt. 3 || Young! Coriolanus Snow X reader

"Took this dagger in me and removed it, gained the weight of you then lose it... If its all in my head tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow, I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it"

You don't need to read pt 1 to understand what is happening but if you want to ITS HERE

Part two is a little necessary but you'll prob catch on. Part two HERE

TLDR: Truly feeling like the luckiest person alive when your former classmate and short-term boyfriend asked you to marry him. Not even a year into the marriage and also a year into his presidency does the original love and admiration you felt for him start to dissipate. You can't help but feel trapped and tricked into a marriage in which he may have never loved you to begin with.

Warnings: Angst, Love-Bombing, marriage, gender ambiguous reader, typical snow tags (manipulation), alcohol, alluding to sexual acts but not described, kissing, unclear motives, crying, death, the reader being so delulu and manipulated omg, slight classism, self unaliving, blood

WORD COUNT: 7k

A/N: This is a dialogue-heavy one. Lots of yappin today y'all. Also a LOT and I mean a LOT darker than the others. I POSTED THIS LAST NIGHT BUT FORGOT TO PUT ANY TAGS SO I GOTTA REPOST IT

~

The morning light peered through the curtains of our bedroom ever so slightly, just enough that I could feel the warmth on my nose. I scrunched my face and squirmed under the covers. It wasn't until I felt the weight of his body move from beside me and get out of bed, that I reached my arm out for Coriolanus just to be greeted with nothing. I fluttered my eyes open and looked over. I watched intently while he threw on some clothes. God, he was gorgeous. Strikingly blond curls bouncing while he moved, his toned body with broad shoulders, a thin waist, those blue eyes and sharp jaw, he was so stunning. I love my husband so much. I whispered a quick 'good morning' to him and all he could do was hum in response. I sat up in the bed and used the sheet to cover myself up.

"Where are you going, Darling?"

"I have some business to attend to. You wouldn't understand, my beautiful empty head."

Aww. He called me beautiful. He gave me a quick glance before heading out and slamming the door behind him. I got out of bed and scoured the room for something decent to put on. Clothes from the night before had been scattered and I knew I'd have to add laundry to today's agenda. I picked up a white silk shirt from atop the dress and I threw the shirt over my head, I let out a soft sigh, looking over at myself in the tall gold mirror taking note of the smudged makeup and eyeliner that had dried in blackened streaks down my face from last night's tears. Tiny hickies decorated my neck and collarbones and I couldn't stop the smile that spread on my face from the joy I felt from Coriolanus claiming me as his. Gratitude is the best way I can describe the feeling. I am married to the most powerful man in Panem. What could I have done to deserve this?

Our relationship got rocky sometimes, yes, but he was just busy. I can't help but blame myself for how he was treating me after we got married. To be fair, he did just become president. I can't even imagine how stressful that must've been for him. It made sense why it felt like he had no time for me. Last night he admitted he never even knew I felt so neglected, it must've been my fault. Clearly, he loves me right?

Last night, I felt so loved, the way he kissed me and wrapped his arms around me, his aroma filled my senses. He loves me so much, if he didn't he wouldn't be showing me off to a whole nation of people right?

I kept asking myself for reassurance, but I had my answer, no one just marries someone they don't love.

Right?

Of course, he does. I remember when it started, it was real, so real. He's just been so tired these past few months. He has his reasons and I should understand that I can't be so selfish to be in his life taking up too much space and time. I am lucky for the sentences I will get in the story of a monumental man. Looking in the mirror of the vanity, I took a deep breath and smiled in contentment. My eyes continued to scan the display. The vanity was a white desk and drawer set with a large and extravagant mirror outlined with gold. I had hand-painted vines of ivy on the wood. The desk had makeup and my rose-scented perfume. Honestly, I always preferred fruity and sweet scents but Coryo loves it more when I smell like roses. My fingers tapped the delicate glass bottle before I placed it back down and walked to the window to look over the garden where we had the party last night.

Tables were still set up and cups littered the lawn. I giggled a little bit, remembering the fun people were having dancing around the area without a care in the world. There was always a certain type of peace that came after parties when everyone left. Similar to nostalgia where it's that strong sense of bliss but also a certain emptiness that comes from the drop from high emotions and energy to nothingness. Still, the memories of the fun of last night came back to me. A few men dressed in white peacekeeper uniforms started to file into the area and I cocked an eyebrow up in confusion. They must be coming to clean up the trash. My eyes followed them.

That's when I saw it.

The body of a tall man with ginger hair lay lifeless on his back on the stone pathway of the garden. It was the same man that I had talked with last night, Curtis. His eyes were rolled back into his head and speckles of blood could be seen on the corners of his mouth. A cup was held loosely in his hand. I gasped and my jaw hung low in shock. How could this have happened? Did he choke on something? Got into a fight? The peacekeepers started to harshly pick up his body and filed him out. Did Coryo know about this? The blood quickly left my face and I felt a sinking sense of doom in my stomach.

I had only known the man for a moment, but I felt like he was a good man. He didn't deserve whatever happened to him. The peacekeepers left the area and then moments later the maids came in to clean. Tears started to prick the corner of my eyes before I gulped heavily. Maybe he just drank too much last night. The red was just dried wine...

Yes

Yes

That made sense right...?

I had to think of something to ease my mind. Maybe I could ask Coryo about it later. More and more maids filed into the area, their black uniforms making the whole scene previously seem more grim. Red started appearing in my teary-eyed peripheral vision and I quickly shut the curtains. My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to collect myself. I probably didn't understand the situation fully, Coriolanus knows what's going on, he always does. I won't worry about it until he comes home. I walked over the desk and wrote little notes for him on a few pieces of paper, scattering them around the bedroom. Then, I went to take a shower. I was going to have lunch with my mother today, I had to get ready.

~

The doorbell rang and I walked over to answer it. Instantly, my mother had wrapped her arms around me bringing me into a warm hug.

"Y/N! Sweetheart I missed you so much it's been so long," she spoke softly and I couldn't help the childish smile that dragged across my face.

"I haven't seen you since the wedding mom I missed you too," she loosened her grip on me and walked into the house.

"Wow... you truly are living in a life of luxury now sweetie look at this place... I see you put your little artistic flair on things haha," she joked and awed at the size of the house.

"Oh, the little paintings? I didn't think other people would notice them haha, after I dust I like to add the little things and details around. I've been hoping Coryo would notice but he's just a man, and he's so busy and tired all the time I can't blame him for not noticing. You should look at the plates when we eat today! I've been trying to add things to the table wear, which makes eating a lot more fun."

She continued to look around and I watched intently while her eyes followed the small roses, vines, clouds, and butterflies I had painted on the pillars and edges of the house. She then brought her attention back to me and pressed her lips into a thin smile, a glint of sadness was painted into her stormy eyes.

"Sweetheart, you look so thin, are you eating well? He doesn't have you on some crazy diet does he? With the amount of money you guys have I feel like you should be eating three-course meals for every meal..."

"Mom please~ I'm an adult, don't worry about me so much."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Come on let's go sit down at the table, foods' almost ready." I interlocked my arm with hers and started to guide her to the dining room. We sat facing each other. The chefs cooking could be heard faintly.

"How is the married life treating you?"

"Um... Well honestly mom, it's been rough. I felt like the original spark of our relationship had been extinguished the moment he put this ring on my finger, he had grown very cold and I swear there were days that went by where he didn't even look at me but last night we talked it out. He didn't even know I felt like that so I can't be mad at him"

"Sweetheart, I've been here for about 10 minutes and I can't help but continue to pick up these little details that are showing he isn't treating you the way you deserve. You are smarter than this Y/N I raised a strong fighting spirit, you survived a war with us and never let that darkness cloud the brightness that is your light but right now honey, you seem sad. I don't think your romantic spark is the only thing he's diminishing sweetheart, he's burning you out." Her hand reached out for mine and we interlocked fingers. She looked deeply into my eyes and I watched as the concern grew in hers.

"No mom it's not like that. He's just busy, you should know how hard he's working. I know my place is to sit and listen to him, he's so much wiser than I am. He's a great man and he loves me," I started to get a little defensive but tried to hold my temper. Her lips pursed and she gave my hand another squeeze. It was then the chefs came out and placed our plates in front of us. We sat in silence for a moment while we started to eat.

"You're stubborn I know. The more we tell you to run from him the further it pushes you away from us and closer to him. You should be celebrated, you do so much for this man and he gives you nothing. This... this just doesn't seem healthy."

"Mom. I'm fine. I'm breathing. My health is fine"

"But your soul isn't."

Her words spit venom into me and I froze in place and listened. "Truly, what kind of man doesn't let his spouse see their family more than once every few months. I had to beg him to be able to see you today. We all miss you at home. Hell, I miss you."

Shock ran through my body while I spoke. "He told me you never reached out for these past few months." A chuckle left her lips. "Does that man do anything but lie? I shouldn't be surprised... politicians will always say what you want to hear and what benefits them."

"Mom I- can we please talk about something else? I don't appreciate you disrespecting my husband. I shouldn't have ever said anything. This is why he doesn't want you around is you keep disrespecting him. I promise mom everything is okay. Just rocky sometimes and that's mostly my fault."

Her face scrunched up and she looked away to avoid eye contact. She frowned before taking another bite of the food.

"It just hurts to see you like this... I almost feel like I should've stopped it sooner-"

"Mom," I cut her off and slammed my fist on the table slightly. She quickly shut up again before her lips parted.

"How was the party last night?"

"Lovely, the capital parties are always a joy. Coryo even made a toast to me at the end of the night it was so heartwarming." I smiled, happy she changed the subject. I started to gush about how sweet Coryo was last night to try and defend himself from my mother. I don't understand why all of my loved ones just couldn't seem to like him.

"Did he talk to you?" She asked tilting her head up.

"Who?"

"Curtis."

My face went pale and my jaw dropped. Flashbacks to what I had seen that morning rushed into my mind and I sat there horrified. First was the shock then the confusion.

"He's a friend of your older brother. He's been living with us for awhile while his new house gets built. Your brother asked him personally to come to the party last night to try and talk to you. We weren't sure if we were going to be able to see you today so we were trying to find any way to talk to you and make sure you were okay."

"He um... yes I do believe I talked to him. He was very charming, sweet. He reminded me of someone I used to know but we only talked for a little last night..." I was in a daze while I spoke. I didn't want to talk about Coryo's jealous outburst or what I saw that morning.

"That's good to hear. Y/N how was he last night? He didn't come home last night though. Was he drunk when you left? We've been worried sick."

"He... no he seemed very sober though he did have the confidence of a drunk man." I tried to joke to distract from the adrenaline and fear that was pumping through my veins.

"Sweetheart I can tell when you're keeping things from me. Please, darling you can tell me anything, I'm your mother"

I avoid her eye contact like the plague and continued to eat my food, struggling to swallow.

"It's nothing really, I'm just a little tired today that's all. Mom, eat your food please, it's delicious. How's dad?"

Her suspicious mind was reflected in her suspicious eyes. She was not going to let this go so easily. I could see the same grim expression I had on my face from earlier start to spread on hers.

"The first thing I ever heard about your husband was that any person who got too close to him ended up dead, missing or disgraced. I truly hope you don't follow in those same steps."

"Mom, you guys told me that same line over and over again before we got married and it's not even true. Name one person who he's done that to"

She scoffed and spoke quietly.

"Lucy Gray."

I raised an eyebrow at her in confusion.

"Who?"

"I don't believe you watched The Hunger Games this year, you never liked the blood. There truly isn't any way to confirm this now but Coriolanus was in charge of mentoring a girl from District 12 named Lucy Gray. She was a songbird and I remember the first time I watched her sing on television, it was breathtaking. Rumors spread that your husband fell in love with her and planned to run off with her and then one day, she disappears. Not a single trace left but he returned. He returned to the capital and mysteriously got gifted a scholarship and an internship. That is a shady man."

"Respectfully mom I think you're telling folk tales right now. He told me I was his first love, the first one to make him feel so alive so that can't be true. I've never even heard of this girl. Wouldn't my classmates have said something?"

She shrugged. "I wouldn't say anything to upset the man suspected of such crimes." Suddenly, a peacekeeper walked into the dining room and another followed in. Doors slammed around us and one spoke in a booming voice. "By orders of President Snow, we have been assigned to escort you out of here ma'am" They got on either side of my mom and grabbed her arms.

"There must be some sort of mistake here, it's barely 2, he said I could be here till 3! Let me down!"

I stood there frozen and helpless, I had no clue what to do. I yelled at them to wait but they pulled her out of her seat then started to head out. She started kicking and tried to fight back. "Let me say goodbye! I need a hug! I am the mother here, it's my right to see my child! He sent you guys here huh? Can't stand my kid hearing the truth? All this that's happening to me is his fault!"

"Mama! Goodbye! I love you!"

"He did it Y/N! You know he did it! Don't let it happen to you my love! Fight, there must be a way out! You're better than this. I love you!"

She shouted while they escorted her out. Her voice echoed around the room whispering the words 'He did it'. As much as I shook my head I couldn't stop thinking about it. Sickening silence bounced against the walls while my head ran back everything that had just happened. I couldn't help but let warm tears fall from my eyes while I sat back down in my chair. I'm so confused. I just needed my husband right now. A maid walked in and cleaned up the table and I sat in the chair and cried.

~

I laid down in bed, sitting up staring at the ceiling. The bed was as comfortable as sleeping on a cloud but I couldn't sleep, nothing could calm the storm in my head. The door handle turned and I saw Coryo glace into the room. His blue eyes made eye contact with mine as he stepped into the room slowly. He shut the door behind him and started to loosen his tie.

"Darling, you're still up?"

"I can't sleep..." I admitted and watched as his plump lips parted to expel a sigh. He started to change into his pajamas.

"Why dear?" He started to crawl into bed and pulled me into him with his strong arms.

"Can I ask you a question?" I felt his grip on me tighten before he nodded and hummed a soft 'yes' into the air. A sigh left my lungs and I pressed my hand against my temples. Where do I even start?

"Coryo... have you ever killed anyone before?"

"W- what?"

I tipped my head up and looked deep into his blue eyes to search for any form of sincerity. "Please be honest with me... please..."

"Darling what could have ever put these sorts of ideas in your pretty little head?"

"Coryo that's not important now please answer me. I just want your honesty here, if you're honest I will not judge you, I- I'll still love you."

The only emotion I could see on his face was panic. He removed his arm from my body and I started to panic in response. He had just started being nice to me again and I was worried I pushed him away. My big mouth just couldn't stay shut.

"Y/N, of course I haven't. Who do you perceive me as? Some kind of monster? The only person I have ever killed is my past self and he had to die so I could be the man I am today, a man ready to love you the way you deserve."

He was rambling and his lack of eye contact made me feel uneasy. I wanted to believe him, I truly did but with the way he was acting, I couldn't wholeheartedly believe him and that made me feel sick. I should not be this distrustful of my husband. I started to zone off, lost in deep thought when his hand met my jaw and he positioned my head up to look at him. "Y/N you trust me don't you? I've done everything for you, you should trust me darling." He planted a quick kiss on my forehead. "I- I believe you Coryo." He smiled down and then pressed a kiss to my lips. I melted against his touch and placed my hands to cup his face. When we pulled away I still couldn't shake the questions that flooded my head. Remembering what my mother said, I couldn't help myself from the words spilling out of my mouth.

"Coryo... one last question, Who is Lucy Gray?"

His lips parted and his eyes frantically started to search my face. "How did you hear about her?"

"Coryo?"

Anger started to flood his eyes and his jaw clenched. Regret filled every part of my body and I sat up on the bed, keeping my hands on his face. "I'm sorry Coryo, is that a touchy subject I-" He was quiet for a moment as if planning what he was going to say.

"She... she was a nobody girl from District 12. I had to mentor her for The Hunger Games that year for my school project. I came out on top, Snow always lands on top."

He spoke through gritted teeth while he looked into my eyes, scanning my face for a reaction. What he told me so far aligned exactly with what my mom told me. This was even more worrying. There had to be more. He was keeping something from me. He could sense my distrust and started to speak again, more carefully.

"Darling, do you want the full truth?"

"Yes Coryo..."

He let out a heavy sigh. "She was my first girlfriend. We had a short fling and then she cheated on me." My jaw dropped. "Oh Coryo I'm so sorry..." I reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, tangling my fingers in his blond locks of hair. "It's okay darling, you didn't know. You don't know a lot of things." His hands started to rub my back up and down while I held him close.

"I never loved her anyways, I could never love someone so low class and trashy."

In an odd way I felt almost comforted by that statement. It meant he wasn't lying to me, I was his first love, right? He placed his hands on my stomach and pushed me away from the hug. My arms fell back down to my sides and I stared at him with deep remorse in my eyes. He smiled again, "It's okay Darling, is there anything else I can answer for you to put your troubled mind at ease?" Truthfully, I had a lot more questions but I felt bad and I didn't want to push him away more, not when our relationship was so delicate. I shook my head 'no' and he hummed before laying down on the bed. I followed suit and he turned his back to me.

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight..."

"I love you"

And then I was met with silence.

~

The next day passed and it was business as usual but I still couldn't get my mother's voice out of my head. My ears rang with every corner I turned. I saw Coryo's panicked face every time I closed my eyes after I asked him if he had killed anyone. It made me sick to my stomach but I didn't believe him. I do believe my mom was wrong about Lucy Gray though, he was genuinely hurt when I asked about her. I couldn't even imagine anyone wanting to cheat on him. Especially a girl from District 12, the opportunity to be with a capital man, especially one as charming, smart, and talented as Coryo should be a blessing. My poor husband probably had to deal with so much then.

When he came home he didn't talk to me that day. He couldn't even look me in the eye really. I felt wildly embarrassed and guilty. Of course, he was pulling away again, I pushed him. I should've just kept my pretty mouth shut like he had asked. My mom must have been mistaken. They don't know him like I do. It was nice to know how much they cared about me though.

Coriolanus slept in his office that night. I assume he had business to attend to so I just sat and tried to sleep alone in bed.

~

The next morning I woke up late and decided to try and make it up to Coryo by trying to leave more "I love you" notes around the house. I painted a portrait of a lake on one of his mugs, adding rose and ivy details to the handle. Stumbling down the hallway in the afternoon I walked by Coryo's office. I knew I wasn't allowed in there but damn it I was so curious. There were two maids in there talking and I silently eavesdropped.

"Careful when dusting that... This man has a lot of secrets and what's in those vials one I do not want to know about."

The other laughed and they continued to clean up.

"Isn't it odd we decided to have such a liar for a president?"

'Liar?' I thought. Why does everyone seem to think he's a liar?

"Yeah but he's great for the economy and the future of Panem."

Silence filled the room and then they both started laughing again.

"That doesn't seem to make it any better, then again, let's not bite the hand that feeds us."

They started to finish cleaning his office and once they left I snuck in. My hands traced around the walls of his office, it was small and packed with things. On his desk lay a little book filled with names and numbers, a pack of matches, a single white rose, and the vials the maids were talking about. Curiously, I reached for it. It was probably liquor or something. I picked it up carefully and examined it. It was clear and sealed shut. Cautiously, I started to unscrew the top and placed a drop of it on my finger. The liquid burned through my skin and I yelped loudly in pain. I grabbed a napkin and wiped it off my hand. I screamed in pain and the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Hot tears ran down my face as I removed the napkin and saw the damage that it left. My finger was red, hot, and my flesh was melted in the shape of a circle where the drop had been placed. Gasping desperately for breath, I tightly closed the lid of the vile and put it right back where I found it. I continued to cry from the searing pain, my finger throbbed and I whimpered desperately trying to keep quiet. I picked up my trash and made sure I left no trace of myself in there while I rushed to the kitchen, rinsing my finger under the water. Once the burning had gone away I slid down and laid my back against the kitchen cabinet.

"F- fuck fuck fuck- fucking poison. WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE HAVE POISON?"

I started to rock back and forth while I watched the skin around the burn turn purple. This must've been some sort of divine punishment to me for going into his office knowing I wasn't supposed to. One maid heard my wailing and hurried over to help me. She put an ointment on my finger before wrapping it up in a band-aid and above all, she didn't ask a question. I couldn't tell if that meant she was used to this kind of thing or if she was trained not to. I picked myself up off the floor and continued to go about my day and pretend that nothing happened.

Coryo didn't come to bed that night, I wasn't too sure if he had even come home honestly. I fell asleep alone again with nothing but my thoughts.

~

The next morning I was awakened by a rough hand shaking my shoulder. I yawned and opened my eyes to be met with Coryo's blue ones. They were deep and full of concern. He was sitting next to me on the bed still in his work clothes. I felt that pit of grief deep in my stomach again. Something was wrong, greatly wrong. "Coryo?" I asked, trying to remain calm.

"Y/N..."

"Coryo what's the matter?"

He sighed with deep remorse and said the worst news I had ever heard in my life. "Your parents... Y/N... your whole family they... um... their house burned down last night and the firefighters couldn't make it in time. When they arrived there, they searched the house but not a single survivor was found. They did find this though in your mothers room," He handed me a single stuffed doll. The doll was mine from when I was a child, it didn't have a single burn on it. I held it in my hands and sat staring at it in silence. They were gone. My whole family was gone. The tears threatened to spill but I felt so sick of crying lately. Why did my life feel like it was falling apart so fast? I just wanted a happy life as a newly wed and I have gotten nothing remotely close to that.

"Coryo... What's wrong with me? I'm like a bomb, anyone who cares about me either leaves me or dies... Am I cursed? I didn't even get to say goodbye. I didn't even get to hug them or- or- or see how big my little brother got or how smart my older brother is. I- I- I should've seen them more," I started weep, my tears starting to fall onto the doll below me, as if my tear were staining the innocence of the girl I used to be. Coriolanus grabbed me and held me close as I started to cry furiously into his chest. He planted a soft kiss on the top of my head and tried to whisper things to calm me down. His hands rubbed up and down my back.

"Darling, it's okay. You're going to be okay. You have me. I'll be here for you always. I make you happy, right? Your parents were always trying to keep you away from me... they didn't know you like I do. They don't know what you need darling but I do. We are going to get through this together, okay?'

I could barely process what he was saying through my tears. I just nodded into his chest and he continued to let me cry. I felt so safe in his arms in this moment. He was right, I do need him.

~

I couldn't get out of bed for days. The grief struck me overwhelmingly. I couldn't think straight. I just lay in bed and stared at the ceiling for hours at a time. When the foggy mist of the shock that had clouded my rationale finally faded I was left with the remaining thoughts. What was even real in this life anymore? I remember feeling so sad when almost none of my friends showed up to my wedding. I felt so alone and isolated but at least I knew I still had my family and my husband to be there for me and now, all I had was Coriolanus. I love him, I need him, but he's the type that gives love and then takes it away.

Maybe my mom was right... Maybe I do deserve better. This relationship isn't healthy. Has it ever been? Even when I was first falling for him, I always viewed him as better than me, which he is but shouldn't we be equal? Maybe... I'm too reliant on the love he gives me. I hate that. I hate how big of a hold he has on me. The way my happiness is always at the tip of his fingers, it makes me feel so weak. His hold on me is degrading. The worst part is, he knows how strong his power over me is. He knows me. He's learned me inside and out and he knows how to keep me under his palm.

My mom was right. The night of the party, he started yelling at me then when I threatened to leave him he switched. How could- how could I be so stupid? He switched because he didn't want me to leave him. He needed me to be there for him, to be his shining sparkling eye candy, to complete his perfect picture of domestic living, to be his waiting servant. And then when we made love that night, it must've not meant anything to him. He knows I believe everything people do has a purpose, he knows I don't ever want to exchange sex like a handshake. He slept with me to prove to me that he 'loves me' but that can't be true. I love him, his heart will never have space for me in it. No man treats someone he loves the way he treats me. I've been aware of this but every time I've gotten the courage to leave him he pulled me back in.

He's smart, he's manipulative. He's been doing it to me for months now. How could I be so stupid? Love is the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. He found his wide-eyed dreamer and just needed to ruin me. Even recently, he used my parent's death to try and make me even more dependent on him and it worked. I can't live without him.

"He did it"

His desk, the poison, no sane and normal man keeps poison in his office. It's making me think. The boy... the one my parents sent. Did Coryo know he was going to be there? He must've, the party was invite-only, you don't just sneak into the capital parties. The last thing Curtis did before he left was pour himself another cup of the juice. When Coryo ushered me into the house, I heard a man coughing from the garden but I didn't look, I couldn't, I was pushed away. His body the next morning... He had blood on his mouth. I remember learning from the academy that some poisons often makes you cough up blood before you die. Coryo had the poison. Could it be... did Coryo murder him?

"He did it"

Before I looked away when I saw his body in the garden, a glint of red could be seen in my vision. Was that his red coat?

"He did it"

Oh my god, the matches. He told me my parents house burned down.

"He did it"

The book with the names and numbers... who's names were in that book? What were the numbers?

"He did it"

I got out of bed for the first time in ages and rushed down to his office. My bones ached from the lack of mobility. I reached his office and rushed in. His notebook was gone. I started opening his drawers frantically. Finally, I found it. I opened up the pages and that was the last bit of proof I needed. His journal had the names and addresses of the different capital citizens, one page dedicated to every member of my family.

"He did it"

The matches were missing fully. Not anywhere to be found.

"He did it"

The doll. My doll. The doll probably reminded him of me, just a pretty object he can play with whenever he wants something to hold. It didn't have a single burn mark on it at all, he must've gotten it before the fire. Either that means my family let him into the house before he burned it down or he's been keeping it for a while.

"He did it"

My mom did say she had been trying to reach out to me for ages but couldn't. He was stopping them. He wanted to keep me isolated. I really didn't know who I was marrying. I married a murderer.

"He did it"

I couldn't continue to live with him but I can't live without him. It made me feel sick how much love I still felt for him even knowing he had been trying to destroy me from the inside out. I can't let him take my light. My mom really was right. Everyone who gets close to him ends up dead, missing, or disgraced. It's my turn to pick which path I was going to be.

My heart raced as I ripped a page out of his notebook and wrote a note for him, leaving it on the desk. I reached over and grabbed that familiar vile of poison and unscrewed the top. The cold glass hit my lips and I drank the contents like a shot. My heart raced and I started coughing profusely, everything burned from the inside out. Blood started to flow out the corners of my mouth but for once, I wasn't crying. Mama, I'm coming.

"He did it"

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Coriolanus Snows POV

I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry when I found Y/N dead on the floor of my office. Blood trickled down the side of their mouth and they were holding the tiny vial I had on my desk. Y/N knew not to go into my office and frankly, I was shocked to see that it happened in there. On my desk was a note that said: "Till death do us part". I screamed loudly and felt like my body wasn't my own as I feverishly picked up the body and walked to the nearest in-house medic. Tears poured down my face. How dare Y/N just decide to selfishly leave me like this? After everything I had done? All the trouble I went through? It was ridiculous. I remember thinking, "I had you."

When I first met Y/N I remember believing that they were the embodiment of everything good in the world and the embodiment of what I needed in a partner. Loyal, innocent, trusting, naive, controllable. Truly, there isn't any room in this world for such goodness. My darling needed to be tougher or the cold world would do nothing but ruin them. I tried to make them tougher but their unconditional love was annoying at times but I tolerated it. No matter what I did to push Y/N away, they insisted on loving me till the end, but why? And if they did love me so much why would they leave me like this?

The medic couldn't do anything. Y/N was long gone by the time I got there. So much wasted time and potential. I don't think I will marry again. Not for many years at least. Just when it is time for me to have heirs I will marry. Gives my future wife less time to escape. I have to marry someone cruel, someone whom I can never seem to care about, especially not love. Y/N's crippling kindness almost had me falling at the end and that was dangerous.

The funeral was lavish. My darling was beloved by the public. Many mourned for weeks. It was shocking. As much as I tried to not care, the energy of the house felt so different now. It was a wasteland of what once was. Dust collected in every nook and cranny. I stumbled into the house and stood still, letting the world spin around me for a moment when I tilted my head up and noticed something I hadn't seen before, paintings, hundreds of them. Y/N painted tons of things around the pillars and walls. They were beautiful. Ivy and roses, clouds and sunshine. I forgot how truly artistically talented Y/N was. My eyes followed how the ivy traveled around the pillars. Ivy was a great metaphor for Y/N, beautiful, and simple, but still a pest that will grow all over you if you aren't too careful.

"Sir, Welcome home. We have prepared dinner for you." the butler said, pulling me out of my trance.

"Thank you and can we get someone to repaint this room ASAP, I need some things removed.

-

The whole house ended up being repainted. I never noticed how many of those paintings were left. Even on the furniture, I couldn't escape any of my memories of Y/N anywhere. The notes were the absolute worst. Small pieces of paper everywhere with sweet nothings written on them. "Have a good day", "I love you", "Good morning to Panem's greatest leader" Nowhere was safe. Memories and images circled my brain constantly.

I sat at the table we used to eat at alone, drinking coffee from my mug while reading the newspaper. They still were on the front page. It's been a month since the incident. I sighed and folded the paper, placing it face down on the table. I reached for the mug when I saw it again. A painting of a lake with roses and ivy painted on the handle. The lake... the lake. The lake of District 12,

Lucy Gray

The roses,

My Mother

The Ivy...,

y/n

I shouted at the top of my lungs and threw the mug at the wall. When will I finally be free of the past pests that continue to haunt my life?

~

A/N: WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK??? It is almost 5 AM and I stayed up all night writing this, I hope you guys liked it. let me know plz. Now accepting requests for new stories, perhaps with new characters :)))

#the hunger games #coriolanus snow x reader #president snow #tbosas #fanfiction #fanfic #young president snow #tom blyth imagine #angst #coriolanus snow #tom blyth x you #coriolanus x you #young coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas imagine #hunger games #thg series #thg #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus x reader #tolerate it #thg snow #thg fanfiction

[bakubunny]

am I allowed to ask for all of your oddly specific headcanons?

if not, then I will settle on the bakusquad boys (or as many of them as you have thought about lol) for I have a craving for more content and need to know every detail lmaooo

hoooh boy. let’s just say if i’ve written anything nsfw about a character, i’ve probably thought about the details of what their dick looks like more than i should lmao. so i’ll finish up the bakusquad and one extra fave, but i can do more later if you get through this and you’re still interested. 😂

i’d also like to add the disclaimer that while my hcs are not unrealistic as a whole, it’s absolutely unrealistic to expect every guy to be bigger than average… however i write for myself so i write my preferences just like everyone else. 🫣

sero

size is a little under 7” long and 5” girth.

not small by any means but he was prob a little self conscious around his friends until kiri reminded him he’s not small, his friends are just… bigger. and that has its own set of problems.

mushroom head. veiny. narrower base & wider head. curves to one side. his balls aren’t huge but there’s enough to play with, and he loves have them sucked.

if you can take it, he’s a throat fucker. i don’t make the rules i just share them.

he likes to be clean shaven unless his partner prefers otherwise, then he’ll grow a lil smth.

kaminari

size is 8.5” and 6.5” girth. another certified big boy.

upward curve. not veiny. his balls match his dick size; big enough to not look out of place.

his dick is pretty, okay? not a lot of guys can say that, but kaminari can.

he kept a full bush year round until an ex (or maybe mina) gently shared with him that it might not be pleasant for oral sex givers. now he keeps it somewhat trimmed. he generally lets it grow for a while unless you’re really into his balls or smth, then he’ll put in extra effort to keep them clean for you.

bimbo denki on the other hand is always clean as a whistle including his ass.

will lose his absolute mind if you deep throat him, even if he’s still a little soft when you do. used to be convinced that oral sex and handjobs weren’t really his thing after a few harrowing experiences until he met someone who proved him otherwise.

aizawa

outing myself far too much with this but i’m nothing if not consistent. 💀

size is 8” long and 6” girth on the nose. final one of the biggest boys.

long and straight. even girth. not veiny. slightly low hanging breeder balls and gosh are they pretty.

his girth is a bit more flat/oval shaped than round if that makes sense? like you’re gonna have a more difficult time sucking him off on your knees or laying between his legs than laying/sitting by his side, but it’s not impossible.

if u wanna throat that dick he’s patient enough to teach u. also likes having his balls sucked & his perineum played with.

he’s got the best, softest happy trail and i will not take any arguments on that. starts well above his belly button.

he’s got a bush but he keeps it somewhat trimmed for comfort. same thing for his balls; keeping them clean shaven is more for him than you.

also he’s got the prettiest softie ok byeee

#aged up characters #there’s more variety in size/shape with other characters but yeah 😅 this is what i’m sharing for now lmao #bnha smut #Sero smut #Kaminari smut #aizawa smut #x reader #smut hcs #bakubunny

[cleostoohot]

Cleooo im the anon that promised to write my void success story!

Sooo this is my journey:

I found out about the void in late june, it was my 12 year old sister that had told me about it/loa, (i'm 17 btw) and at first I was like "no this is fake, no way" during the course of june-the day i entered the void i had only actually tried to enter 5 times, each time i flipped over and went to sleep. I would constantly doubt myself and procrastinate the void i was like, "nah, i'll do it tmr instead" etc. what got me together was the fact that my sister kept telling me how good our lives would be like when we entered (I was struggling much more than her). She was more interested in manifesting without the void. Anyways I imagined myself with the life of my dreams gave myself pep talks and on september 19th I told myself "fck it, I'm entering the void tonight"

This is how I entered:

I meditated to clear all the thoughts out of my mind (I did the 444 breathing method, inhale for 4 counts, hold for 4, exhale for 4)

Once there were NO thoughts in my mind I begin to affirm ("I am in the void", "I am the void" were the ones I used)

After about 2-3 mins (I can't remember exactly) I felt like I was being sucked into darkness, complete fcking darkness

I kept affirming for about another minute then I got that floating feeling and by that point I knew I was in the void

I was in complete darkness ( i didn't see any stars btw) , I couldn't feel anything or hear anything, I felt like I was pure, just..me it's hard to explain but tbh it was he best feeling ever

I used the blanket affirmation: "I have all my desires from my notes app" and then I was outta the void

the feeling coming out of the void was... CRAZY i've never experience before.. it was surreal

Now onto the good stuff, what I manifested (A LOT):

Desired mansion

Desired face

desired body

desired voice

instantly entering the void

perf self concept for me n my sis

desired biological mum and dad

no depression

desired friend grp

desired wardrobe

desired things from my pintrest board

a wish diary

holiday to france and shanghai for christmas

desired grades (a+ ofc)

Getting desired scholarships

Meeting famous people

never in danger

$10 mil

my family n friends always being safe

desired apple products

AND SOOOOO MUCH MOREE

omg this took me AGESS!!

i'll prob post another longer and more detailed post later on but expect my sister's success story soon ;)

for cleo: tysmmmm ilysmmmm omg u n raven are the BEST I LOVE YALL SO MUCH!!! THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH, TY FOR MOTIVATING AND MAKING ME FEEL SAFE IN THIS COMMUNITY!! WITHOUT YALL I'D STILL BE IN MY ABUSIVE AND TOXIC HOME!!!! THANK YOU SMMM FOR SUPPORTING ME AND BEING THERE FOR ME!!!! I love you guys sosossoooo much

for the people struggling: GET OFF UR ASS AND DO THIS!! YOU KNOW U CAN, I KNOW U CAN, U WILL DO THIS, U WILL, IM ROOTING FOR YALL!!

love again,

-rosie 🧡 🧡 🧡  (ps. I'll be back soon)

her other post

great job my love you deserve it!!! i love receiving success stories in my inbox! keep ‘em comingggg

#anonsuccess #law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #self concept #void state #void

[wildpeachfarm]

Listen, I love gnf but he has shown carelessness and no self awareness to things in the past, does that mean he's doing this maliciously or he's predator? Not to me! Rude or just a jerk in that moment maybe! Is that all he is, no! He's shown to me to be incredibly loyal, overall kind, funny, and compassionate when its truly important! And you know what, there was a time where I actually almost dumped both him and sapnap when they were incredibly rude to her on her birthday stream a couple years ago but since she kept hanging out with them, I assumed they talked it out and things we're fine. It's not my responsibility to continue to remain annoyed on another creators behalf when they show the opposite. Course now I'm annoyed at sylvee and prob won't watch her again until otherwise but the situations, at least to me, are very different. My point is no one is perfect and we're all doing the best we can with the tools that are given to us and intent matters. I have hurt my friends on their birthdays too, I have missed when a friend was upset with me, I have made a fool of myself in public because of both being to self aware b and then not at all! We are human and we will forever be learning and growing and we will always be flawed. For me personally? I will continue to consume dteam content, they're craziness and compassion is what makes me like them. I will also no longer let the situation live in my head rent free, there's too much other shit man 😭 I think people need to start letting caiti go because unfortunately the damage is already done for both sides and I truly hope lessons were learned.

If further information comes out that actually shows there has been continuous *intentional* malicious and predatory behavior then I will need to make another decision at that time. I will NOT regret my choice with what has been shown to me. I will not go oh! I should've listened to them because of this or that. The judgement call is based on everyones actions and words and my choice. At the end of the day, they are all just entertainers to me and do not fully define my character. My actions in real life does!

summed it up well with this part here:

We are all deeply flawed humans who will make mistakes but how we learn from them and how we change to better ourselves is what matters in the end. And I agree i don't think there was any malicious intent here which is also important.

#ask #anon #anti drummyache tag

[lukeevangelista]

okay so imagine buck coming home from a long day and you know that so you run him a bath and it's v relaxing and maybe a lil spicy?? idk you take the reins, i just am a sucker for good ole pampering your partner

Relax - E. Buckley

I’m in love with him and I’m not sorry

Not edited and prob complete shit, but idc

“You look terrible.”

“I literally just walked through the door and that’s how you greet me after a twenty-four hour shift?”

“Hi honey.” You grinned as you walked over to him, your hands brushing against his chest softly, “You look like shit.”

Buck tossed his head back as he laughed before pressing his lips to yours, a painful groan leaving his lips.

“Rough day?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him, your hands rubbing at his mid back.

“Yeah.” He sighed, “Eddie was being a dumbass and bumped into me as we were going up the stairs to the kitchen and I fell down the stairs.” He said as he winced, “messed my back up pretty good.”

“Please tell me Bobby made you stay at the fire house after that.” You sighed.

“He tried. I told him I was fine, went to a fire and when I got inside the building, a ceiling tile and some debris hit my back.” He explained even more, “Turns out, that stuff weight more than it looks. Made it worse so he made me stay the rest of the day.” He shrugged as his thumbs rubbed at your collarbones, “Luckily for him, he doesn’t have any paper work to do so I’m sure Athena is happy he’s home early tonight.”

“Oh I’m sure she is.” You grinned up at him, “i couldn’t imagine having a job I love so much that I don’t come straight home after I’ve hurt myself.” You chuckled.

“I love what I do- you know this.” He whispered, “If I have a chance to be out in the field, you know I’m going to take it; whether I’m hurt or not.” He said, “I couldn’t see myself being anything other than a firefighter.”

“I know,” you replied as your hands kept rubbing at his back through his t-shirt, “That’s why you’re best at what you do,” you added, “Although you do think with your heart more than your head and it is going to get you hurt one of these days.” You sighed.

“I know.” He chuckled before wincing in pain. You slowly let go of your sweet boyfriend, his arms coming up to rub the sides of your arms.

“How about I run you a bath and you just relax for a while?”

“Mhm- I’d love that.” He grinned down at you as he started to tug his LAFD t-shirt off, revealing the bruise on his back from where he had hit the stairs.

“I think the stairs won that battle.” You stated as your fingers softly danced across the purple and brown splotch on his back.

“How bad is it?”

“Well, it doesn’t look good.” You chuckled sarcastically causing him to roll his eyes at you.

You walked up the stairs in your apartment as he went towards the kitchen, slowly unpacking his lunchbox from his last shift.

“I got it, E. Don’t worry about it.” You hollered behind you, “You’ve had a long twenty four hours, just rest.”

“But-“

“I don’t need your help.” You laughed from the bathroom as you heard him let out a frustrated groan as he trudged up the stairs, his hands working on the buckle of his navy blue uniform pants.

“It smells like straight lavender in here.” He chuckled as he pulled the belt from the loops before popping the button on his pants, “A little help?” He cheekily grinned.

“I think you’ve got it handled, Buckley.” You rolled your eyes as you patted his thigh.

Buck quickly got undressed, him gingerly slipping into the bathtub- you watching intently as his muscles flexed with every movement.

His eyes danced across your face, slowly trailing down your body as you sat on the floor next to him. His hand came up out of the water, slowly interlacing his with yours.

“Wanna join me?” He asked as he slowly pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes still locked on your face.

“Baby, that bathtub is the size of your salary, which is to say, very small.” You said as you gave him a lopsided smirk, knowing it would annoy him.

He tossed his head back as he let a groan leave his lips.

“And besides, you’re hurt,” you pointed out, “You’re not getting lucky at all tonight- the most ass something will be getting is that bed once you get out of the bath.”

***

You curled up into Buck’s chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

“Thank you for doing that.” He murmured into your hair, his hand coming up to soft brush through it, “I really appreciate it.”

“You’d do it for me.” You replied as you leaned up to look at him.

Buck took the opportunity, him immediately pressing his lips against yours.

You kissed back as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip. His hands gripped at your sides causing you to let out a gasp.

You broke away from Buck, his mouth agape as he watched you press soft kisses to his chest, his hands slowly guiding you down by your shoulders.

You made your way down his torso, nipping and sucking in certain spots.

His strong hands continued to push down before you came back to your senses, realizing that this shouldn’t be happening. Not right now- at least.

“Evan- no.” You whispered as you pulled back, “You’re hurt and I’m not risking it.”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he started, “I promise.”

“You’re lying, you whore.” You laughed, “Once you’re better and it’s your next off day, we won’t leave this bed.”

“Promise?”

“Oh Buckley, you’re mine once you’re feeling better.”

#evan buckley #evan buckley imagine #soft thoughts w/ari #911 imagine

[all-the-things-2020]

Late Night Talking - Chapter Seven

Summary: Emily goes back to work and Dieter comes to spend the weekend. Chaos ensues.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 6780+

Tag list: @rhoorl @avastrasposts @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @gwendibleywrites

The first day back on campus was always full of boring staff meetings and, for those of us in the library and textbook room, a daylong parade of teachers with requests for books. It was exhausting but gave us a chance to catch up with everyone. It also meant the Nosy Parkers were out in force, sniffing out the best gossip to spread around campus. Who went where on vacation, who didn’t go anywhere, who got married or engaged, who got pregnant, etc. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before word got around that I was dating someone; I was friends on Facebook with a few of my coworkers, and although I hadn’t posted many clear photos of Dieter or mentioned his name, I had made a few posts referring to “my boyfriend.”

As I settled into a seat in the auditorium for the all staff kickoff meeting, I was simultaneously distracted by my phone buzzing in my pocket and my least favorite coworker, Eileen, latching onto my arm. She was nearing retirement age and every year the rumor went around that she wasn’t coming back in the fall, but every year, there she was.

“How are you, sweetie?,” she asked. “Did you have a good summer?” I could tell that she’d already heard something from the way she smiled so insincerely.

“I’m good. Summer was good,” I replied, digging my phone out. “Excuse me, let me check this.”

As I suspected, it was a text from Dieter

DIETER: Happy 1st day back. Break a leg or whatever you say for luck in a library. Break a spine??

I was surprised he was up so early. He must have set his alarm so he could text me. I smiled to myself and texted back.

ME: Weirdo. Just starting all staff meeting aka most boring two hours of my life. Talk to u later, k?

I put my phone back in my pocket and reluctantly turned to Eileen. Before she could open her mouth, my phone buzzed again and I pulled it back out, mouthing “sorry” at her.

It was a video of a duck with cartoon arms running around a dog.

DIETER: If meeting gets too boring watch this.

He added several smiley face emojis, a dog, a duck, and his favorite, the grinning purple devil. I shook my head.

“Bad news?” Eileen pounced on the slightest whiff of intrigue or gossip.

“No, just a dumb video my boyfriend sent me,” I said without thinking. Oops.

“Boyfriend? Really? Congratulations!” She sounded sincere, but I’d endured enough snide remarks over the years about my single state to know that she was inwardly lamenting the loss of something to pester me about.

“Yeah,” I said off handedly. “We met this summer. Oh, there’s the principal. Meeting’s about to start.” I had never been happier to see Dr. Osuna climb the steps to the stage and make her way behind the beat up old podium that had been used by every principal since the school’s founding over 60 years ago.

As various administrators droned on about vision and aiming for lofty goals and hitting our target numbers, I surreptitiously peeked at my phone, which kept buzzing. Dieter was sending me GIFs and cartoons and video clips about surviving meetings, and more birds with arms, which he’d found out never failed to make me laugh. Finally, I texted him back.

ME: Stop. People are staring at me. Supposed to be paying attention like a good little drone.

Truthfully, no one was paying any attention to me except Eileen. Everyone was either on their own phones, ignoring admin completely, or pretending to be captivated by every word. Some teachers were even taking notes, but they were just trying to score brownie points. Eileen, however, was watching me like a hawk, a small frown on her face. She was the sort of employee who was more concerned about keeping track of everyone else and making sure they weren’t slacking off than in doing her own job. Unfortunately, she was also very efficient and had no problem doing her own job and sticking her nose in everyone else’s business.

The meeting finally ended and I made sure to hop up quickly and head out of the auditorium before Eileen could corner me again. It was only a temporary reprieve, since her office was located inside the library building, but I’d take what I could get.

“Emily!” I stopped on my way out of the auditorium lobby to let the speaker catch up. It was Simone, my favorite English teacher. She was a huge book nerd and was our number one customer in the library. “Girl, slow down!”

“Sorry, friend,” I told her. “I was trying to get away from you-know-who.”

She nodded knowingly. “Gotcha,” she said. When she’d caught up, she steered me out a side door, which meant we’d take the long way to the library. Eileen would make a beeline for her office so she could have a front row seat for the parade of teachers, so there was little chance of running into her as we walked.

Simone gave me a look and nudged my shoulder with hers. “So …,” she said. “Who’s the guy?” She was friends with me on Facebook, and she’d liked several of my posts over the summer. “And why haven’t you posted very many pics? Dude is hot!”

I stopped walking and took a deep breath. Part of me didn’t want to say a thing, and another part (the part that had never really left high school) wanted to squeal and show her the approximately seventeen thousand photos of Dieter on my phone and brag about how I was dating a freaking movie star.

“His name is Dieter,” I said. “We met at a bookstore in L.A. back in June.”

“Dieter? Unusual name.” Simone prompted. “What does he do? Where does he live? Come on, I need details!”

I pulled out my phone. “He’s an actor. And he lives in L.A. so it’s kind of a long distance thing.”

“A real actor or one of those waiters who says he’s an actor but never actually does anything,” she asked, her head tilted to one side. I remembered her talking once about a guy she dated right after college who claimed to be an actor but really waited tables at an Applebee’s in Burbank and tried to slip headshots to studio execs.

“A real actor,” I said proudly. “He hasn’t waited tables in years.” I laughed as I opened up my photo gallery and pulled up the most recent picture. Dieter was leaning toward me across the table at a little bistro we’d had lunch at on Saturday. His hair was messy, as usual when he didn’t have a stylist to tame it, and he was wearing an old t-shirt that had a small hole near the collar. But he was giving me one of those smoldering looks that could so easily turn into a goofy face or lead to a passionate kiss, depending on his mood.

“Whew!” Simone said, fanning herself. “I can see why you want to hide him. Post too many pics like that and everyone will be crawling out the woodwork to try to steal him.”

“What you looking at?” It was Tyler, another of my favorite teachers. He also taught English and I’d gone to happy hour a few times with him and his wife, who was a graphic artist who dreamed of writing a graphic novel someday. She was also a big sci fi nerd, just like Tyler. He was more into Star Wars, while Sofia was more into Star Trek, but they loved both.

Tyler peeked over my shoulder at the phone. “Oh, hey, good taste,” he said. “Sof is crazy about him, too.”

Simone frowned. “How does Sof know Emily’s boyfriend?”

Tyler laughed. “That’s the guy from Cliff Beasts 6,” he said. “Dieter Bravo, right?”

Simone’s eyes got huge and she smacked my arm. “Get out! You couldn’t lead with that?”

Now Tyler’s eyes got wide. “Are you shitting me? You know him?”

I felt my face go hot. “Um, yeah,” I stumbled. “We’ve been dating for about two months.”

Tyler got a goofy grin on his face. “This is the mysterious boyfriend you mentioned on Facebook? Oh, Sof is going to freak out. Wait until I tell her you’re fucking Dieter Bravo.” He froze. “You are fucking him, right? I mean … two months …”

Now I was mortified but also secretly pleased. “Yes, Tyler, not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am sleeping with my boyfriend,” I said after I’d regained a bit of composure..

“Well, you are now officially the coolest person I’ve ever met,” Tyler said. “And you’ve gotten me a couple of degrees closer to George Lucas.” He winked. He’d once told an entire bar that he was only four degrees removed from the creator of Star Wars because he was cousins with someone who worked with a guy who did electrical work on the set for Empire Strikes Back and had taken his orders from a guy who got his orders from an assistant director who reported directly to Lucas. “I mean, you’re sleeping with a guy who did a movie with Darren Eigan, who interned with George.”

Simone rolled her eyes. “You are so weird,” she said. Simone was more into historical fiction, mysteries, and thrillers than sci fi and fantasy, but I knew she had a soft spot in her heart for the Lord of the Rings films and had admitted to watching Game of Thrones, although she hadn’t read the books. “But seriously, Emily, I’m happy for you.” She glanced at her watch. “Oops, department meeting in five minutes. I’d better hit the bathroom. Talk to you later!”

She and Tyler hurried away toward their building and I headed for the library building. Time to face Eileen’s interrogation.

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By the time I got home, I was mentally exhausted. I’d managed to dodge most of Eileen’s questions, giving her only the basics: I was dating a guy who lived in L.A., we’d met over the summer, he worked in the entertainment industry. She’d find out the rest of the details eventually, but I decided to make her work for them.

I spent the day reconfiguring the textbook checkout schedule as teachers changed their minds about which books they needed and which days they wanted to bring their students for checkout. The spreadsheet was morphing into monstrous proportions by the end of the day, but our textbook clerk wasn’t as proficient in Excel as I was (which wasn’t saying much) so the task always ended up in my lap.

I got home, kicked off my shoes, put my hair in a messy ponytail and poured myself a glass of wine. Normally, I waited until Fridays to indulge, but the first day back was always an exception. As I flipped through my mail (all junk, of course) my phone buzzed on the coffee table.

“Hey,” I said as I swiped to answer.

“Hey,” Dieter said. “I take it you survived.” He chuckled. I’d texted him at one point lamenting the brain cells I was losing trying to juggle the schedule.

“Barely,” I said. “Thank goodness for wine.”

I settled back against the couch cushions and told him about my day. It was weird, after being off work all summer, to not only be back in my normal routine, but sharing it with Dieter. So far our relationship had been very relaxed and I was still afraid that it would end up just being a summer fling, once the responsibilities of work and life started to assert themselves.

“I wish I was there to give you a back rub,” he said when I’d finished venting. “Or foot rub, or whatever’s hurting you rub.” He sighed. “I have an interview at two on Friday but I’m heading out as soon as it’s over.” We’d agreed to alternate weekends; this would be the first time he was coming to my place, and I felt a frisson of fear and excitement. I’d been at his house so much over the summer, mostly because there was nothing interesting to do in my neck of the woods, but partly because I was hesitant to bring him to my modest condo.

“Are you sure you don’t mind driving out here on a Friday night?” I asked. “The traffic will be horrible. You could wait and come out Saturday morning.”

“No!,” he said immediately. “I want every minute I can get with you.”

I smiled and sat my wineglass down. I curled up with the phone. “That’s sweet,” I said.

“It’s the truth,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a sexy growl. If we’d been in the same room, this was about the time he’d slide an arm around me and lean in for the first of many, many kisses. “I can’t believe how much I miss you, and I saw you yesterday.” Then he proceeded to tell me exactly how much he missed me, and what he planned to do when he saw me on Friday. Needless to say, I didn’t get around to fixing myself some dinner until much, much later than I’d planned.

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Friday finally arrived. I was completely exhausted by the time I got home. I knew it would be another couple of hours before Dieter arrived, and I told myself I was just going to sit down for a few minutes to rest before I cleaned up the place. The first week back was always hectic and I hadn’t done any household chores all week, except for a quick sweep of the kitchen floor after I spilled a box of rice on Wednesday night.

I slipped my shoes off, sat down on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. “Just five minutes,” I told myself as I closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew, there was a knock at the door and I bolted upright, drool dripping from the corner of my mouth. “Shit, shit, shit,” I mumbled as I lurched to my feet. I hoped my face didn’t have creases on it from being smashed into the couch cushion but I didn’t have time to worry about it as I fumbled with the deadbolt and pulled the door open.

Dieter stood on the doorstep, overnight bag slung over his shoulder and a bottle of something in his hand. He broke into a huge grin and threw his arms around me. “You weren’t kidding about the traffic,” he said into my hair. “Fuck, that was a mess.” He pulled back enough to kiss me on the lips, then hugged me tight again.

“Come in, come in,” I said, when he’d loosened his grip a bit. “Sorry the place is a mess, I fell asleep when I got home.”

He made an “are you kidding?” face and dropped his bag next to the couch. “It looks great,” he said kindly. “And I’m sure you were tired after such a busy week.” He sat the bottle on the coffee table and I could see the label. It was a top shelf brand of tequila. He shrugged as he saw me looking at it. “A friend gave it to me and I thought we could toast your first week back at work. Or get drunk enough that you forget all about it, depending on how bad it was.”

He plopped onto the couch and pulled me down beside him. “This was the longest week ever,” he said as he slid his arms around me and started nuzzling my neck.

“Tell me about it,” I said, playing with his hair. “But at least this year I had you to look forward to at the end of it.” He hummed in agreement and we stopped talking for quite a while.

Eventually, though, my stomach growled. Our lunch break during textbook checkouts was ridiculously early so we could deal with the hordes of students who stopped by on their lunch break to pick up books they’d forgotten to get earlier in the week.

“Okay,” Dieter said. “The stomach has spoken. What shall we have for dinner? Any good restaurants around here that deliver?”

Now I was really embarrassed. “Not really,” I admitted. “Mostly fast food and a few chain restaurants out by the mall. Um, there’s a nice deli near the grocery store I go to, but I think they might be closed already.” I glanced at the clock on my wall and sure enough, it was well after six o’clock.

“I did see an In-n-Out from the freeway a few exits back,” Dieter said hesitantly. I had already teased him at least once about his seeming addiction to Double Doubles and animal style fries.

“There’s one about five minutes from here, actually,” I said. “That’s one decent thing around here. Come on.” I stood up, adjusted my disheveled blouse and held out my hand. I grabbed my purse, dug out my keys and led Dieter outside to my car.

Ten minutes later, we were in line at the drive through at my local In-n-Out. As usual, it was packed, with both order lanes practically out of the parking lot and threatening to spill onto the street. Still, it had a much bigger lot than the one near Dieter’s house and no cars were actually blocking traffic.

I pulled into the lane that went on the left hand side of the building, since I had a passenger. It was usually a bit shorter than the other one, since anyone driving alone had to use the other lane. Still, there were several cars ahead of us as the order taker bounced back and forth between both lanes, tapping away at his tablet.

“Let me guess,” I said. “Double Double and animal style fries, right?”

Dieter arched an eyebrow at me. “Actually, no,” he said primly. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

When the order taker got to us, he came up on Dieter’s side. “Double Double animal style,” Dieter said. “Cheeseburger, grilled onions. Two orders of fries.” He turned to me smugly. “What do you want to drink, babe?”

“Iced tea,” I said.

He shook his head. “Regular iced tea and a chocolate shake,” he said, completing our order. After the order taker read it back, I put the window back up and poked Dieter in the side.

“I knew it,” I said.

“What?,” he said innocently. “You said a Double Double and animal style fries. I ordered regular fries and an animal style burger. That’s totally different.”

Now it was my turn to shake my head. “Still.”

He shrugged. “They have like two things on the menu, there’s not much room for variation.”

He insisted on paying at the window, much to the delight of the girl working the register, who clearly recognized him and giggled a little when he handed her a twenty. She very carefully placed his change in his hand, letting her fingers linger just a bit too long.

“Stop flirting,” I stage-whispered at him while we were waiting for the food to come up.

“I’m not flirting,” he said. “I’m just being polite. She’s the one who's flirting.”

I shook my head. “You just want extra ketchup packets,” I said. “You’re such an In-n-Out whore.”

“I admit it,” he said proudly. Just then, the window opened back up and the girl handed out our drinks, followed by an iconic white bag.

“Have a great evening!,” she said.

“Thank you, you too!” Dieter said. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he’d winked at her because she giggled again.

I smacked his arm as I pulled away. “Behave yourself,” I said, “or you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

He was busy peering into the bag. “Ha, it was worth it. She gave us ten ketchups.” He pulled out a few fries and shoved them in his mouth. He turned to me with them hanging from his lips. “Wan’ som’?,” he mumbled.

“Of course,” I said. I opened my mouth and he carefully placed a couple of fries between my lips. “Oh, yeah, that’s the ticket,” I moaned as the crispy potatoes hit my tongue. I was a bit of an In-n-Out whore myself.

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We ate at my dining table, leaving behind a mess of burger wrappers, crumpled napkins and empty ketchup packets. I scooped it all up into the bag and shoved it into my trash can, which was already full and needed to be taken out to the garbage bin, but I was too tired to do it that night. I just pushed it down enough for the lid to close and walked away. I’d deal with it in the morning.

We retired to the couch, where Dieter started scrolling through the cable guide. “Um, is this all the channels you get?,” he asked. When I nodded, he gave me a scandalized look. “No HBO? No Netflix?”

“No, just basic cable,” I said, taking the remote away from him. “I don’t watch a whole lot of TV during the week and if I want movies, I have some DVDs.” I waved the remote vaguely at the cabinet next to the TV stand. Dieter got up and opened the door, staring into it like it was a fridge and he was looking for a snack. Finally, he turned back to me.

“Your selection of films leaves much to be desired,” he said solemnly.

I’d figured as much. He had an extensive DVD collection as well as several streaming subscriptions. My meager collection of favorite rom-coms and musicals, with a sprinkling of sci fi and fantasy (I had the original Star Wars trilogy and the Lord of the Rings extended editions) was severely lacking in comparison.

“Sorry,” I said. “Next time you come over, bring some DVDs.” He sat back down next to me and took the remote back. He scrolled through the channel guide again, finally settling on an obscure film noir on one of the classic movie channels. I snuggled up against his side, only half paying attention to the film. I was still tired, despite my nap, and had a full stomach. My eyes slowly drifted shut.

I woke up to the sound of Dieter’s soft laughter. “You were snoring,” he said quietly when I looked up at him. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, yawning. “I’m not much fun right now, am I?”

“It’s okay,” he said. “We’ve got the whole weekend.” He hugged me close and kissed the top of my head.

“You can stay up and watch TV if you want,” I said. It was barely eight thirty and I knew he was used to going to bed much later than that.

“Nah,” he said, clicking the television off. “Not much on anyway.” He smirked and I swatted at him.

“Jerk,” I said. “Making fun of my cable selection. Not all of us have Hollywood money to finance our movie obsession.” I tempered my words with a kiss pressed against the grey spot in his patchy beard.

I got up and headed for the bedroom before he could respond. I grabbed my nightshirt from the dresser and went into the bathroom to change. When I came out, Dieter was already in the bedroom, getting undressed. Unlike me, he had no qualms about removing his clothes in front of me. I busied myself turning down the bed, which I’d made up with fresh sheets that morning, even though it had made me ten minutes late for work. Dieter had a lovely, comfortable king size bed, while mine was a serviceable full size, big enough for two people, but just barely.

“Ahh,” he said as he slid under the covers clad only in a clean pair of boxers. “Nothing better than fresh sheets, am I right?”

I slipped in beside him and turned off the bedside lamp. “Especially when you’ve just shaved your legs,” I said.

“Well, I’ll take your word for that,” he said with a laugh. He pulled me close and slid one foot up and down my calf. “But it does feel nice to me.” His hand began to trace patterns on my thigh, creeping slowly up toward my panties. His other hand cupped the back of my head and he began to kiss me gently but urgently.

After a few minutes, he stopped. “You’re not really into it this evening are you?,” he asked. It was true; I was not very enthusiastic in my responses but I was willing to keep going for his sake.

“No, it’s okay,” I said. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled his face close, kissing him deeply.

“No, it’s not,” he said when I pulled back. “You’re tired. We can just go to sleep.”

“I told you to just wait and come in the morning,” I said, feeling miserable. “You drove all that way in horrible traffic for nothing.”

“Not for nothing,” he said. “We’ve had several hours together already. And I got In-n-Out. I think that’s worth the drive.” He kissed my forehead. “We’ve got the whole weekend to fool around. Don’t feel bad. I’d never want you to just go through the motions because you feel like you owe me.” He rubbed his hand up and down my back. “Just relax and get some rest, okay?”

I nodded against his chest, my head tucked under his chin. “Okay,” I said. “But I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night.”

“You’d better,” he teased, his hand sliding down to gently cup my ass. It was still there when I fell asleep a few minutes later. Maybe sharing a full sized bed instead of a king wasn’t so bad after all.

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I woke up slightly disoriented. For one thing, it was nearly nine thirty, and the sunlight was streaming through a gap in the curtains, hitting me right in the eye. For another, there was something heavy squashing me into the mattress.

I squirmed out from underneath Dieter, who was face down, sprawled across three quarters of the bed, and snoring softly. “Whatsit,” he muttered as I slipped out from under the sheets.

”Morning,” I replied. “Gotta pee.”

“What time’s it?,” he sighed.

“Nine twenty six.”

”Shit. Gotta get up then.” Dieter had an unspoken rule. Despite his love of sleeping in, he had to be up by nine forty five or the day was shot. Even if he’d been out until three the night before, if he wasn’t up and dressed (approximately) before ten am he felt like a failure.

”You’ve got a few minutes,” I said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I’ll run to Starbucks and get you some coffee as soon as I get dressed. Breakfast, too.”

I didn’t drink much coffee and so didn’t own a coffee maker. Fortunately, like most places in the free world, there was a Starbucks roughly every three blocks even out here in the IE, and I knew of at least five within a ten minute drive of my house. One was even close enough to walk to, except Dieter was in no position to walk any further than the bathroom without a caffeine infusion.

Dieter mumbled something that could have been “thank you” or possibly “fuck you” — it was hard to tell with his morning incoherence. Whether he was thanking me for braving the world or cursing me for not owning an espresso machine was a toss of the coin. Either way, he’d forget all about it by the time I got back.

I threw on some shorts and a tank top. August was brutal and with the sun already up, I knew it would be at least 80 degrees outside, if not hotter. “You want hot or iced?” I asked, poking my head into the bedroom before I left.

Dieter made a vague waving motion with his hand. “I need more than that,” I said.

“Hot,” Dieter said through the pillow. “No, wait.” He rolled halfway over. “ S’August, right? Cold.”

By the time I’d driven to Starbucks, ordered his four shots of espresso over ice, my iced tea and two breakfast sandwiches, and returned home, Dieter had managed to put on a t-shirt and stagger out to the couch. His hair stood up in all directions and his eyes were barely open, but at least he was sitting up.

”Give,” he said, reaching out for the coffee. He’d downed a third of it by the time I handed him his sandwich. “Thank you,” he said. “The elixir of life.”

It was strange to be sitting on my couch, in my living room, with Dieter beside me. Saturday mornings were normally my alone time. After a long week at work, they were my quiet bubble of peace, before I started running errands and doing chores I hadn’t had time for during the week. My routine was completely shattered and I didn’t know what to do.

”Um,” I said, after I’d eaten about half my sandwich. “So, what do you want to do today? I usually do my shopping and stuff on Saturdays, but I can put it off until after you leave tomorrow. I don’t want to bore you.”

Dieter took a long sip of coffee. “Whatever,” he said, which wasn’t helpful at all. “It’s gonna be hot, so maybe we could stay in? Watch a movie? Fool around?” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, which would have been hot if his hair hadn’t been doing the Alfalfa thing.

”Netflix and chill, except without the Netflix,” I mused. “Sounds good to me.” I ran my hand over his head. “But you need to at least brush your hair first. Kind of hard to get turned on when you look like a giant toddler.”

”This giant toddler is going to rock your world,” he growled. When I didn’t respond, his face fell. “Too weird?”

”Extremely weird,” I replied. “Even for you, Deet. Please cross ‘giant toddler’ off the list of fantasies you have in your head.”

”Done,” he said. 

“And brush your teeth before you kiss me, Coffee Breath.”

He groaned and collapsed against the cushions. “Too many rules! Comb your hair, brush your teeth … I thought you were fun.”

“I am fun. I’m also a grown-ass person and I have minimum standards of hygiene.”

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Sex with Dieter was … interesting. He was vastly more experienced than I was — I suspect he’d been with more men than I had — but he was the king of consent. He asked permission before doing anything, even if we’d done it before. And he was surprisingly polite. “Oops, sorry,” was more frequently said in his bed than any other phrase. 

“I’m not a porcelain vase,” I told him when he apologized for gripping me a little too tight. “I won’t break.”

”But I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “I never ever want to hurt you.”

”Believe me, if you hurt me, you’ll know,” I assured him. “I won’t hesitate to scream.”

He arched his brow. “The only thing I want you screaming is my name.” He burrowed his face into my throat and peppered me with kisses.

Then the smoke detector peeped.

”What the fuck?” Dieter’s head popped up.

I sighed. “Smoke alarm. It wants its battery changed.” I had a running feud with the unit. I invariably decided its battery was too old in the middle of the night, and because it was located about a foot away from the bed, that meant I had to drag out my step stool in order to access it. The step stool that lived in the closet next to the kitchen.

I slid out of bed, grabbing my robe off the floor. “I’ll be right back,” I said. “There’s a new battery in the drawer of the nightstand. I’m going to get the step stool.”

”I might be able to reach it …” Dieter was saying as I left the bedroom. He was tall but he wasn’t tall enough to reach the alarm without assistance, so I continued toward the kitchen, rooted around in the closet and pulled out the step stool.

I returned to the bedroom just in time to see a naked Dieter teetering on the edge of the bed, his fingertips almost reaching the smoke alarm. “Be careful!” I cried.

”I’m fine,” he said. “Just need to get a little bit closer …” His foot inched toward the edge of the mattress and it all happened in slow motion. The mattress gave way, he lost his balance and fell, hitting the nightstand on the way down. The lamp fell with him and its glass base shattered. Then Dieter landed on top of it.

”Shit!,” he yelled, as time returned to normal speed. “My ass!” A shard of glass was embedded in the muscle of his right butt cheek.

“Don’t panic,” I said, my heart racing. I wasn’t entirely sure if I was talking to him or myself. “It doesn’t look too bad …”

Dieter pulled the glass out of his flesh and it started to bleed. A lot. “It hurts, Em. Oh, shit, it hurts.”

I grabbed the first thing I could find — his dirty t shirt — and pressed it firmly against his butt to stop the bleeding. “I think … I think we need to go to the emergency room,” I said. “It might need stitches.”

”No way,” he said through gritted teeth. “I am not going to the ER. Last thing I need is word getting out that Dieter Bravo went to the hospital because he had something stuck in his ass.”

”You’re bleeding, Deet,” I said. “And that gash is pretty deep.” I peeked under the wadded up t shirt. “I don’t think it’ll close up without stitches.”

”Shit, shit, shit,” he said. “Okay, but I’m using a fake name.”

”Your insurance card has your real name on it,” I reminded him, as I helped him off the floor. He grimaced in pain as he sat gingerly on the bed. “Let’s get some clothes on you and I’ll take you to the hospital.”

The ER was packed because it was a Saturday night. I tried to explain to the nurse at the desk that Dieter was bleeding, in pain, and didn’t want to be recognized, but he simply shrugged and said, “We have to triage everyone based on the severity of their injury. We’ll get to him as fast as we can.”

Dieter was whisked into a back room for vitals and then sent back out to the waiting room with me. “My butt hurts,” he whispered in my ear as he sat carefully in the chair next to me.

“Duh,” I replied. “Try not to think about it.” I looked around the room. There were several people with bloody rags and bandages pressed to various bits of their anatomy, but Dieter seemed to be the only one with an injury to his bottom, except possibly the guy who kept running urgently to the restroom.

”It’s throbbing,” he said, pulling his ball cap further down onto his forehead. He was also wearing sunglasses, which only made him stand out further considering it was after midnight.

”I can’t kiss it and make it better,” I told him. “I wish I could.”

He snorted. “You just admitted you want to kiss my ass,” he said. At least his sense of humor was still intact.

“Who doesn’t?” I teased back. “You’re Dieter fucking Bravo.”

Fortunately, no one recognized him (or at least, no one acted on it if they did) and we only had to wait about forty minutes before a nurse called him into the back.

”Can she come with?,” he asked.

”Of course,” the nurse said. “Right this way.”

We were led to a curtained off bed tucked in a corner of a busy room. People were moaning and cursing and crying, some tucked behind curtains, others slumped in wheelchairs. Dieter winced. “I hate hospitals,” he whispered.

”So do I.” I’d spent far too much time in them when my parents were ill, and the memories were always lurking just beneath the surface. I focused on Dieter and willed my stomach to unclench.

A doctor breezed in and quickly examined Dieter. “Ooh, nasty laceration there,” he said. “But we’ll get it cleaned up and stitched in no time. It should heal up easily. You might have a scar but who’s going to see it?”

”She will,” Dieter said, nodding toward me. “And maybe the whole world if I have to do a nude scene.”

The doctor tilted his head and frowned, then it hit him. “Oh, you’re that Mr. Bravo. Wow. Wouldn’t have expected to see you around here.”

”Girlfriend,” Dieter said, wincing as the doctor dabbed at the wound with antiseptic. “Lives. Near. Here.”

“And it says you fell on a broken lamp?”

Dieter groaned, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t because of his injury. This doctor was going to have a great story to share with his friends and colleagues — and possibly the gossip websites.

”Look, I was trying to change the battery in a smoke alarm. I fell off the bed, broke the lamp, landed on it. Please, don’t spread it around. I feel like an idiot.” Dieter gave the doctor his best puppy dog eyes.

”I’ve seen weirder stuff,” the doctor said, preparing a hypodermic needle of local anesthetic. He jabbed it into Dieter’s butt. “I could tell you stories … but that would be unethical. And I won’t tell yours, either.” He patted Dieter’s rump. “Give that a moment to kick in and I’ll start stitching.”

I held Dieter’s hand as he laid on the bed, grunting now and then as the sutures tugged at his skin. “This is humiliating,” he muttered.

“It’s character building,” I said, squeezing his hand. “You’ll be a better man after this.”

He squinted at me. “How could I possibly be better than I am right now?”

”Maybe the doctor can trim your ego while he’s at it,” I shot back.

”I hate you,” Dieter said.

“No, you don’t,” I said. “You’re just in pain. A pain in the butt.”

”Literally,” he said, wincing as the doctor tied off the last stitch.

”There you go,” the doctor said. “The local will wear off in a bit, but we’ll get you some pain killers so you’ll be more comfortable.”

Dieter bit at his lower lip and shot me a look.

“Um, maybe we can just do something over the counter?” I asked.

“I’ve been in rehab,” Dieter blurted out. “I don’t want narcotics if I don’t have to.”

The doctor nodded. “Fair enough. I’ll give you a shot of toradol and you can use Motrin or Tylenol once that wears off. And stop by the pharmacy to get one of those donut pillows. Then you can sit without putting direct pressure on the wound. You’ll be fine in a few days, a week at most. Check in with your primary care physician as soon as you can, and make an appointment to get the stitches removed in about ten days.”

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By the time we got home from the hospital, it was close to 2 am. I helped Dieter out of the car and back to the bedroom. “Sorry about all this,” he said as he got undressed.

”It’s okay,” I said. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, but this hasn’t turned out to be the romantic weekend we thought it would be.”

“It’s okay,” I repeated, not sure what else to say. The weekend had turned into a bit of a shit show, but it wasn’t his fault. It was just bad luck. I got him into bed and then fetched a dustpan and broom to sweep up the shards of broken lamp that still littered the floor. Thank goodness I didn’t have carpeting, or it would have taken me much longer to clean up.

Dieter was dozing off by the time I changed back into my night shirt and crawled in beside him. “Thanks for taking care of me,” he said sleepily.

”Of course,” I said, snuggling against him. He was lying on his left side, facing me. His breath was warm on my face. “What did you expect me to do, dump you off at the ER?” I was teasing, but he was serious.

”No, I mean it,” he said. “Thanks for not complaining about having to drive me there, being up late, cleaning up the mess … I really appreciate it.” He kissed my nose and then pressed his forehead against mine. “It’s nice.”

I knew a little bit about his past. I figured this had something to do with his mother. He’d alluded to her being a bit aloof. She wasn’t a very nurturing mother, from what I’d gathered. I could imagine her complaining about having to drive her son to the hospital.

”You’re welcome,” I said. “Now get some rest. Your body needs to heal.”

”I broke my butt,” he said, laughing gently. “My butt needs to heal.”

”Poor broke-butt man,” I said. “Go to sleep.”

”Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled, nuzzling against my neck.

As he fell asleep, the thought came into my head like a bolt of lightning. I love him. I ran my fingers through his hair, relishing the feel of his silky locks against my skin. I love this man. I wondered if he loved me, too.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo x ofc #the bubble fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fluff #late night talking

[remcycl333]

rem how do u build faith

honestly i think the best way to build faith is just trying to apply the law even if you don't think it'll work or that not you're doing it right. when i first started i'd get sooo scared i wasn't doing it correctly but i'd just force myself to continue trying instead of giving up. in moments like this when id be like "what if it doesn't work? what if im doing it wrong?" i'd just calmly talk to myself and be like "but what if it does? i've seen proof of the law from others, there's no way every single one of the THOUSANDS of success stories ive seen are fake. what's the harm of TRYING?" it's important to note that having doubts is not the end of the world!!! it's not gonna mess everything up! you don't have to "start over"! in moments like these you can also just talk to yourself and be like "what am i talking about? i already have my desire? there's nothing to worry about anymore! i already did it!"

it's kind of similar to what i talked about in this post of mine, about how you don't have to be perfect at first. the more you apply the law, the more and more "natural" and easier it will feel to you. like when i started, saying an affirmation or imagining myself with my desire felt soo weird to me. but i just kept doing it even tho it felt unnatural and soon enough it start feeling as natural as breathing to me! if the first few days are hard for you, just keep persevering and with each day that goes by, it will get easier and easier and you will trust yourself and the process even more!

also when i first learned about manifesting, i loved looking back at stuff and seeing how i had unconsciously manifested them. like i remember one time i was crying and wrote in my journal about how my bf and i were prob gonna break up and then five days later he broke up with me. and looking back i was like damn i scripted before i even knew what scripting or manifesting was!

ALSO, don't over consume but i loved going back and re-reading some of my fav posts abt manifesting, it'd get me so excited abt the law and feel so confident about it. even now i do that, like i just re-read my dismissing the 3d post the other day and it made me feel so happy and excited bc i really love the law!!!

+everyone i see usually recommends manifesting "small" things in order to build faith. things that feel more believable to you, such as having someone say something specific to you or getting free food, etc!

i hope this helps!

#asks

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

daredevil fam celebrating teen!intern!reader's birthday! (headcanons)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 906

request: yes / no

original request: “HIII FAVORITE AUTHOR OMG ok soo my birthday is comin up on the 19th and i was just wondering how the daredevil fam would help celebrate w a teen!reader -- intern or adopted kid, whichever you’re feelin. and there’s literally no rush! i’m just excited that my birthday’s coming up :) “

dynamic: daredevil fam (nelson murdock & page) x teen!intern!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page, josie, marv LMAO

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! omg i hope u have the best day ever!! this request was SO FUN to write & i rly loved thinking up how the fam would help celebrate!! i used a more professional looking pic bc i think these headcanons may be my most chaotic LMAO 🫶

taglist: @nutellani @thecloudedmind

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ok so the way they found out it was ur birthday is lowkey stalker-ish

maybe not full stalker but it’s not like it was out in the open.

a certain… ahem…. fogwell foggy foghorn fogster fog jr 

i forgot his full name this is embarrassing so let’s pretend i said that on purpose as a joke!!

haha hehe omg mae ur so funny

why thank you!!

anyways he was looking in ur file that ur school had given nelson murdock & page so that u could legally work there

and he saw that ur birthday was in two days!!!

two days!!!

so he was in full panic mode

below are real (YEAH, REAL!!) texts he sent to karen & matt

i gotta prepare myself yknow i gotta get in that foggy texting headspace

ok i'm ready

ahem

“OMG (oh my gosh) 😱😱😱😱!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! y/n’s birthday is in TWO DAYS 🚨🚨🚨RED ALERT RED ALERT 🚨🚨🚨we have to do something for them!!!!!! like maybe get a gift 🎁or some cake 🍰🧁🎂? they would like that, right? of course they would, who doesn’t like cake 🤩🤩🤩🤩?? well, except for you matt 😡😡i judge you for that. JK (just kidding) LOL (laughing out loud)... or am i🤔🤔?? anyway we need to be READY!!!”

imagine matt’s text to speech reading that

like it would be saying “exclamation point” until the end of time LMAO

(laughing my ass off)

HAHA

also i do think matt prob doesn’t like cake

he prob would want one of those meatloaf cakes for his birthday like the ones that ppl “frost” with mashed potatoes? they seem like his vibe

ok anyways so you were kinda suspicious when you got to the firm the next day

you had a lot of stuff to file so you were trying to get down to it

but then they all kept coming over and asking questions

“hey, y/n. what’s your favorite color?”

“[your fave color].” you answered

and karen nodded but she took out her phone and made a note so you were like “hm”

but you thought nothing of it

and then matt came over 

and he was like “what’s something you like”

and you were like “...”

and he said “well?”

and you were like “just… anything?”

“yeah.”

“uh… i like watching baseball. and … cats.”

“ok, baseball and cats. perfect.”

and then he smiles as he walked away because he understood that he just unintentionally made the perfect pun

THE PURRFECT PUN OMG

so that was kind of funny

and kind of sweet bc like maybe they were trying to connect w u more!

but then u saw foggy taking a picture of u filing

“foggy, what the hell are you doing??”

you knew they didn’t like you swearing in the office but y’all desperate times call for desperate measures

“uh.. i’m… taking a selfie.”

“yeah? let me see.”

so he tried to hide it from you

but it was very clearly a photo of you!!!

“foggy --”

“y/n. it’s a new filter. don’t worry. it only LOOKS like you. it’s actually me.”

“uh-huh.”

so you went to bed that night kinda nervous

like were they going to kill u or something??

did u need a witness??

oh well

anyway so the next day was ur birthday!!

yayyyyyy

happy birthday to u happy birthday to u happy birthday y/n happy birthday to u

that was from me to u reader, but ik u wanna know what matt and foggy & karen say so i’ll go do that

you were lowkey scared to go in the office

bc again, they were all acting weird 

AND AS SOON AS U OPENED THE DOOR

u heard foggy whisper “go”

and then nothing

and you heard foggy curse and karen was like

“we told you these confetti poppers were expired!!”

regardless, they all were like “SURPRISE!!!”

and you were totally floored

bc this was like so nice

& u never expected for them to do anything for ur birthday

THEY EVEN GAVE YOU A GIFT!!

really really nice seats to a baseball game!!

not that it mattered for matt where u sat 💀 

OK SORRY I'M DONE W THAT

and yeah they were gonna go with you 

which was so cute like aww

KAREN MADE YOU CUPCAKES

bc lets be honest she would be the best baker

and she piped these like little cats on them!!!

they were so cute

except for the fact that they weren’t in the fridge so they were kind of half melted

but you loved them so much it literally didn’t matter

if you didn’t suspect that this internship was the best thing to ever happen to you before, you definitely had it confirmed now.

ok last little anecdote so i don’t end on such a cheesy note

HAHA

after u did some filing

ok it was ur birthday but that didn’t mean u got out of work

the fam took u to josie’s and foggy told her it was ur birthday

and she was like “happy birthday kid.”

and then she looked him straight in the eye and was like “you’re not getting food for free because of that.”

but guess what?

everyone in the bar was pretty jolly bc its a bar guys ppl drink

anyway so they sang happy birthday to u!!

ur fave old man marv (who u had that wing eating contest with once) led the singing

IT WAS THE BEST DAY EVER :D

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#daredevil fam x teen!intern!reader #daredevil #daredevil headcanons #matt murdock x teen!reader #matt murdock #matt murdock headcanons #karen page #karen page x teen!reader #karen page headcanons #foggy nelson #foggy nelson x teen!reader #foggy nelson headcanons #nmcu daredevil #nmcu headcanons #mcu headcanons #mcu #marvel #marvel headcanons

[mattsobvimyfav]

For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 8

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

T.w. Smutt toxic household, all the fun things

I never wrote smut before yall im sorry

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Y/N’s POV

We got into my bedroom and I changed into an oversized hoodie and some sleep shorts, Matt took off his shirt lying in the bed. “Matt, I don't want to talk about it. Not right now” I said turning my back towards him, after five minutes of no reply I turned back over to see his eyes trained on me. I don't know how it happened but within seconds our lips were locked in a passionate make out session. Our tongues fought for dominance as Matt's hand kept a tight grip on my hip and mine in his hair.

His hand started making its way towards my thighs and onto my ass, I rolled on top of him so I was straddling him as we continued to make out. I slowly started to grind my hips into him which caused him to grown and it was almost like I flipped a switch because almost as soon as I was on top of him he was flipping me over as he was on top of me, his hand made its way down to the waistline of my shorts as he started tugging on him a lifted my hips sp it would be easier for him to take them off. “Are you sure?” he asked, looking up at me as he made his way down to my soaked core. I started nodding yet “I need words princess” He ripped my shorts off like his life depended on it. “Fuck yes Matt” he started plunging his middle finger into me and I immediately started moaning, he reached his hands up putting his fingers into my mouth “shh, we dont need your dad hearing” I squeezed my eyes shut as he continued fingers me. He started rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb causing me to bite down on his fingers. He groaned, causing me to look down at him, making direct eye contact with him. He had been staring at me the entire time. “M-Matt i'm close” i said around his fingers “Come on sweetheart, cum on my fingers” With how deep and sensual his voice was I was immediately undone as he continued pumping me with his fingers through my high. He retracted his fingers licking them up which caused me to almost immediately get wet again.

“Come on let's go to bed” he said as he put my underwear back onto me. I nodded knowing he was still angry, he curled up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer.

The next morning I woke up, Matt still had his arms pulled around me and I felt a bulge on my butt reminding me of the night before I smiled to myself and started shaking him awake. “Matt, get up, you have practice.” I said as he started getting up from the bed “Okay, Ill text you after pickle” he slipped his shirt over his head before coming over and kissing the top of my head “Okay” was all I could manage to say. I didn't know what I was feeling, after last night and the kiss on my forehead I was just confused. I picked up my phone and immediately sighed.

Mom-

Home today or I am sending the cops again.

I sighed laying back into my bed, My dad didn't have custody of me so if I didn't go to my mothers when she wanted me to she would call the cops on my dad. I could not do that to him again. I got up throwing my shorts back on walking down the stairs ``Dad, she's making me go back for tonight” I said walking into the kitchen, he put down his coffee looking up at me “Okay, its one night you'll be back tomorrow after school. I'll tell her I need your help this week” I nodded, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around him. “I may want to leave school early tomorrow if tonight goes bad” He nodded looking down pulling me out of the hug to look at him “So you know to text me, call me, you'll be leaving as soon as you want” My dad was my best friend, he always knew the what I needed to hear. I pulled out of the hug going to the pantry and grabbing a granola bar and going back up stairs to clean my room.

I put on Les by a childish gambino and started picking up the boys' clothes all around my room. I threw them into the wash and finished cleaning up my own clothes. I pick up my phone and decided I would finally answer my mother.

Y.N-

Ill be there for dinner.

I set my phone down and finished my room. Once the boys' clothes were done I folded them and put them in one of my empty drawers in piles by whose clothes they were. I finally finished my room just in time for Matt to be out of practice.

Matthew-

Hey Pickle, wyd tonight?

Y/N-

I have to go back to my moms.

Matthew-

I'm sorry, Can we talk about last night?

I sighed looking at the message afraid of what he had to say

Y/N-

Yeah ofc

Matthew-

I just don't want you to regret it, I wanna make sure you're okay with what happened.

Y/N-

Trust me I'm more than okay with what happened

I placed my phone down glad that was all that conversation was about, I turned on my TV as background noise so I could take a nap before going back to my moms.

I finally got into my car after waiting until eight and made my way to my moms hoping this would just be a night of her sending me to my room and not arguing with me. I walked into her house, “Hi mom” I said, placing my keys on the table “Can't you see I cleaned the house, hang your keys up” I picked them back up sighing as I hung the keys up “What did you do this weekend?” she asked I turned to look at her “I had homecoming” She snapped her head up towards me “Why didn't you tell me” I rolled my eye at her “I texted you all weekend asking you to come for pictures” She looked down at her phone shrugging her shoulders looking back towards me “Its a shame you quit soccer, you look like your getting out of shape” She stared into my soul saying that and I was just taken aback “Thanks” I turned around walking into my room. I turned my phone off because I just knew I needed to go to sleep to get back to my dads faster.

I woke up the next morning turning my phone on to see multiple missed calls from all the triplets, haylee, and olivia. I decided I would just speak to them at school, I put on a pair of dark gray sweatpants and the tightest cream-colored cropped long sleeve top I have, just to show my mom how I was still in shape. I threw my hair into a messy bun and put on all my jewelry before grabbing my bag and walking out of my room. “I'll see you next sunday” was all my mother said and I couldn't help but smile knowing that meant I would be with my father for the next week. I slipped into my uggs and went out to my car making my way to school.

As soon as I entered the doors Haylee immediately ran up to me “What happened last night, you just died. Even Nick and Chris came asking me about you” I giggled at how the boys didn't like Haylee but still went to her to find out about me “I was at moms, turned off my phone and went to bed” She nodded and we had small talk as she told me what happened at the party after I left besides Maddy crying.

After my first two math classes Olivia came running up to me in the hallway “Y/N We really need to talk” She said just as Chris ran up behind me grabbing my sides “Hey buddy, Come on Ill walk you too class” I nodded looking back at Olvia ``We'll talk at lunch ok?” She nodded looking unsure which really worried me. Once me and Chris made it to my class he started running down the hall because he was going to be late to his own class.

I sat in class for almost all of the two periods before I texted Matt to meet me in the hall. “Hey princess” He said pulling me into one of the corridors that was empty and putting me up against a locker “Hello Matthew” He leaned down connecting our lips for a minute before pulling away “I say we have some alone time after school, just me and you at your dad hey?” I nodded agreeing “I think i'm gonna leave after lunch and I'm only staying for that to talk to Olivia” He nodded staring into my face “Ill leave with you” He pecked my lips again before finishing his sentence “Ill text my mom to dismiss me after lunch”I agreed before pushing him away saying we had to go back to class as I started to walk away he smacked my ass “Matthew!” I yelled out of shock before fully walking away.

I finished the period out and made my way to lunch with my backpack ready to leave after my talk with Olivia “Hey livvy, what did you have to tell me?” She stood up dragging me out of the lunch room by my hand “Okay I dont know whats going on with you and Matt but I know how you feel about Maddy and they were making out at the party after homecoming” She spit all that at me without taking a breathe and it took me a second to register her words. I felt sick, I know I'm probably just stupid and should have seen it coming but how could I, right after he made out with her he hooked up with me.

All I could do was nod at Olivia before turning around and walking straight to where my car was. I started it and immediately let my tears flow. I finally like someone after Jackson put me through hell for three years. I finally had some type of emotion for twenty four hours and it was dead. I picked up my phone texting Matt, my dad and I are going out of town and he could come over another day. I didn't know how to deal with this and I sure as shit wasn't going to tell him how I felt.

I got home after crying in my car for a half an hour and crawled up to my room thanking god my dad wasn't home and I didnt have to talk about it. I looked down at my phone seeing texts from Haylee, Olivia and Matt. I wanted to throw up, I felt dumb thinking for even a second I was going to have anything with Matt.

I crawled into my bed and put my phone on do not disturb, deciding it was just better to take a nap than deal with my own emotions. I also decided it was better to have Chris here than be by myself. I texted Chris to come over without Matt knowing when he was done with school and he was confused but agreed. I finished by telling him I would be sleeping so to just come up to my room. As I drifted off the sleep I was trying to figure out whether or not I was going to tell Chris what had happened.

Tag -

@worldlxvlys @orangeypepsi @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @larnieboox88 @maryx2xx

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader

[gravygranola]

Hi !! Idk if this is cringe or not but idc I've gained a handful of followers recently so I wanted to do a sort of introduction post :)

I'm pretty new to the dc fandom, I've had an off and on special interest in batman since I was a kid but it's mostly been offline! Since my teenage years I haven't contributed in fandom spaces in general, mostly just chilling with my ocs. BUT something reignited my batman interest a few months ago and I threw myself into it in full force. One thing led to another and I got sucked into superbat. I kept annoying my best friend with art of them and then I thought huh maybe I should post this somewhere, and the rest is history.

Since I am mostly a batman kid, I am fairly new to superman as a character, but I am failing in love with him the more I learn about him!

I've mostly been into the movies and animated series of batman but I'm hoping to get more into the comic verse! It's all so daunting because there is so much, but I'm getting there lol. I'm reading year one rn but I'd love some recs!! batman or superman or both

Illustration is a hobby of mine, I am an arts student full time but my professional practice is much more conceptual (you probs won't hear me talk about it in detail much on here). Drawing the scrimblos making out is basically stress relief lmao. But! I do offer commissions! check my carrd out for more info on that if you're interested.

All this to say - Hi! I am new to the DC fandom and I am rusty on fandom spaces in general but I'm happy to be here and thanks for all the love on my recent work !! making me blush and kick my feet fr. definitely more to come in the immediate future

Feel free to reach out and talk to me, ask me qs or send me art requests! Can't guarantee anything but if it's good I probs won't be able to help myself

#ruby shut up #about me

[baby-fics]

(@lake-lanier-bog-fog Request: hello, i don't know if you still take requests but could i get some poly!cg!ghostface with a little reader who has autism pretty please? if you aren't taking requests or don't want to do this that is 100% okay)

(No prob! Hope you liked this! I have autism myself so I'm glad this was one of my first requests :3, if you want anything specific addressed that I missed just lmk. Thanks for reading!)

♾️ Infinitely Adorable ♾️

(TW: food issues, texture issues, meltdowns, light stalking mentions, slight bullying, reference to murder, ya know Ghostface things)

First off, let it be known that anybody who decides to tease or belittle you? Dead. No question about it, that is a line nobody is allowed to cross; except for maybe them but that's beside the point. Don't worry, these two will be sure to kindly inform them of their grave mistake later.

But you don't need to worry about that precious! Play with Billy's hand instead, they know you like to use their hands as fidgets. Stimming freely, making faces, echolalia, sensory issues, the works. It's all accepted with them lil one and don't you dare hide! They may not understand everything at first, but these boys are very determined. (Plus when you stim or make little noises they think it's the cutest thing ever)

Textures are a big thing they watch out for:

Certain food textures make you feel icky, and the boys are VERY accommodating about this! They have spent most of your relationship learning what textures bother you the most and making sure that above all you're healthy and comfortable.

Physical touch can often be genuinely horrible depending on the touch. The last time you held unfinished wood with your bare hands, you proceeded to gag and violently flap your hands. So needless to say, this is something they care about quite a bit.

Overstimulation is something that Stu completely empathizes with and he actually helps the best in this term, he may not have Autism but Stu does empathise. He has a pair of headphones wrapped in your favorite color tape along with a mixtape of songs that calm you down and a weighted stuffie in a backpack that's kept in the car.

When your understimulated, what better way than for Billy to yeet the baby? No seriously, he'll set up a pillow mountain on the bed, pick you up, and just yeet you into them. Works wonders. Stu will also have you grab his wrists tight and he will push your shoulders so you bounce onto the bed and he'll pull you up by his wrist and repeat! The giggles this elicits are his favorite sound on earth.

These boys definitely keep you a spoiled baby, but you're not rotten yet so what's the harm. We all know Stu is loaded and he will absolutely drown you in stuffies, fidgets, coloring books, you. name. it. Seriously! All you gotta do is name it, Stu doesn't even really care for 'please'! Billy does though and encourages you to use your manners when you ask for things.

Stu enjoys listening to you ramble about whatever your special interest may be and will attempt to engage with you if the interest is activity based. So will Billy but.. he has a harder time listening to rambles.

Your Papa's have a set routine around bedtime that gives you something to expect and wind down with. They start with a bath and clean you up while letting you play, then move to brushing teeth, and then Daddy Stu helps to put your onesie on you while Papa Billy makes you a bottle.

Stu does story time and always does silly voices when he reads. Billy sits and cuddles you while you drink and listen to him read one of your younger books aloud.

Billy is really good at picking up when a meltdown begins and stopping them before they start. Do they get triggered by indecision? Not to worry Billy actually really likes taking over for decisions when you need. Did something happen to throw off the routine of your day and now the whole thing feels like a wash? Billy will either help fix the setback or try to distract you from that setback!

He will pay very close attention to what sets you off. Heck Billy has a journal dedicated to your quirks and needs in detail. Billy stalks you even though you're literally always with him and his partner, to Billy? You're his special interest.

Overall, these two are a great combination for an Autistic little. Very much under the Attack dog Caregiver category lol.

#agere little #agere caregiver #little!reader #billy x reader x stu #ghostface x little!reader #agere reader #agere slasher #sfw agere

[thegittelbug]

I'm a mother! I've been home with my baby girl for about a month now, and while I'm definitely still sleep deprived, we've gotten into enough of a rhythm that I've regained some sanity and have come (mostly) out of the post birth fog. Now I got thoughts on parenthood. Okay, not super original ones prob but ya know what this is my blog.

One month of parental leave is absolutely not enough. My husband and I are so incredibly fortunate in that we both have more, and we decided to take the first month off together to bond as a family. And like. He's going back to work and I am not happy about it. I don't know how parents with less time survive.

Grandparents are absolutely amazing when they know what you need. My parents came over and deep cleaned our house. My dad scrubbed our bathrooms. They did all the dishes and laundry for us for a week. I miss them immensely.

Community baby meals have kept me sane. Having to feed myself while feeding baby is not easy.

My body has limits and it will let me know, often not in the most comfortable way! I went to the store for a quick shop not too long after giving birth (would have had husband go but I wasn't sure exactly what I needed and couldn't describe it). I thought, no problem, just a quick trip. But uh. No. Standing that long was not great.

It's incredible just how much personality babies have even when they are just a few weeks old and sleeping most of the time. One of the cutest things she does is try to "continue" sneezing. Not sure if I'm explaining it well... She'll have 3 normal sneezes in a row and then decide she wants another one, but her body doesn't need to anymore. So instead of a regular sneeze she just shouts as if sneezing and says "AWOOO" as loud as her little lungs will permit.

My baby's head is the best smelling thing in the whole world

Any piece of media (TV show, movie, book) where harm comes to a child has me sobbing. We'll see if this continues to the same degree as my hormones regulate a little more.

Doing things is just, a lot harder now. Chores, outings... At home, we do a combo of chores while wearing baby in a sling or waiting for baby to nap or putting her in her little bassinet with the overhead dangly toys for short periods and then do things as fast as possible. I'm still a little afraid of doing longer outings (we've gone on plenty of walks and some shorter errands), but I'm sure we'll get there.

Speaking of chores... So. Much. Laundry.

Having other moms to talk to and help make sure you're not going insane is so important!!!

#my random thoughts #motherhood

[coeluvr]

idk why i'm so weirdly into food in this IF but the fact that Lancelot tries his best warms my heart. Also can't help imagine another scene where maybe MC never really could stomach or be comfortable with the cuisine in Rosea and never finished their plate (I always find it quite hard to be comfortable with cuisine very much different than your owns especially if you also add the fact that MC is probs in a very traumatizing/stressful environment too and adapting may prove difficult), maybe Lancelot or the RO's (adult or kid not sure) would notice it and maybe try to make more native dishes for them in hopes they don't really starve themselves anymore.

The second they present it to MC god just imagine their faces seeing MC crying softly while finishing their plate for the first time since the yknow. I just imagine the MC laughing when presented with like burnt food too lmao and then proceeds to just break down almost immediately after they tell them what its suppose to be, cause what the hell kind of life have they been dealt with to be so happy, relieved, or god knows what at this point that someone even cares enough about them to provide them something from their own culture that everyone else seems to despise. God how cruel must it be to deny a child a part of themselves, may it be their food, their culture, their family.

Maybe I'm looking into this a tad much but honestly damn your IF is way too depressing, and I'm just making it worse for myself lmao with imagining this scenarios that has nothing to do with the actual story. Sorry about this long ass ask lol 💀💀💀

Help 😭 it's okay, anon!

To be honest I did pay a lot of attention to food in chapter 1, I'm always hungry so I tend to be like "food scene after the depressing one" 😭 I held back in chapter 2 because I got self-conscious about the way I kept adding food scenes lmfao wait actually I did add food scenes to chapter 2 but there was no describing food part so doesn't count?

It's really sad for MC because I think they won't be able to feel as if they belong anywhere. They are Vesphirian but the truth is that they grew up in Rosea and by the time they are an adult they will know more about Rosea than Vesphire. Maybe the food will seem more foreign than the food in Rosea which they will grow used to as they have it every single day.

The depressing comment made me laugh 😭 I appreciate every bit of your depressing headcanons! 💗

#coe answers #coaaf if: mc #crown of ashes and flames #crownofashesandflames if #crownofashesandflames #interactive fiction #interactive story

[feyhunter78]

Thank you so much for answering my ask, one more question. I am currently working on my first series fic, I am used to writing one shots. Can you give me some advice on writing multi chapter fics? I want to be able to grab the readers attention but I don't want to go to fast. I want this to be a slow burn but not so slow that people get bored.

Of course, happy to help! Also, this got a bit long so I put the rest under the cut!

Oof okay so me myself, I wouldn't say I'm the *best* at slow burns. I get way too excited and start rushing, but what I did for Pink Pastels was make it where even though not much was happening externally, there was a lot happening internally. Again, dual povs are great for this.

Though I do think it really depends on your set-up, as well. (And if you want to give me more details I could prob give you a more specific answer if that's what you're looking for!) For Pink Pastels (which is my most slow burn fic sorta?) there are obstacles, jobs, a child, ex-partners. So all these allowed me to build up tension and have realistic stopping blocks that kept me from getting ahead of myself.

From what I've surmised from my own reading and comments left on my fics, it's the tension that keeps people reading, and it doesn't just have to be sexual tension! It can be a moment where your MCs are laughing, having fun, and they halfway realize that maybe they both want something more, but can't act on it/someone pulls away.

I think my best examples of nonsexual or not overly sexual tension in my own writing are these:

Carmen x Reader - late night drinks, almost kiss, y/n starts to accept that her feelings for Carmy are deeper than she thought

This Jace and Helaena bit - Friends hanging out, realizing feelings, one person pulls away

Alicent and Criston in this one - two people closer than friends but not lovers, both aware of what they feel but too scared to say anything

And then honestly I think most of this fic is pretty good for tension/sorta slow burn -HOTD vamp au, governess OC x Aemond, Jace x Helaena

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