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bewitchingivy · 1 year

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pick a card: love letter received (valentine's special)

Holyf- all these songs and cards that I shuffled are sooooo fucking good. YA'LL ARE BEING SPOILED. I keep squealing reading these messages lmfao. Anyways! These letters are from anyone you have a romantic connection with; soulmate, future spouse/lover/girlfriend, boyfriend, the one, whatever you wanna label!

methods used in this reading: tarot & intuition.

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letter #1

shufflemancy: Never Really Over by Katy Perry

My dearest, I know you think sometimes that you don't deserve the good things in your life, and that you don't deserve a love like we have. God, you're so stubborn. How many times will I have to tell you that you deserve each and every wonderful thing in your life and more? Oh, well. I'm coming home soon to you anyway. And I don't mind reminding you everyday that you deserve all of it, that you're worth it, and that I love you with all I am. I truly believe that we are fated to be with each other, and even though you may have a hard time believing that, you can't escape the love that we have. Sorry, not sorry! >:) Anyways, keep doing the things that make you become the best version of yourself. You're doing good. We'll find each other soon enough. I love you. Until we meet, Your lover.

about them: they're such a romantic, but they also have this sarcastic and chill personality, HAHA. Assuring person. They only have their eyes on you. Encouraging, they really love cheering and rooting for you. Will always comfort you in your times of need.

signs i saw for you: daisies, co-workers, september, purple aura, someone likes to listen to taylor swift, letters; j, v, d 444.

Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

letter #2

shufflemancy: I Will Spend My Whole Life Loving You by Imaginary Future & Kina Grannis

Hi, babe! I can't wait for us to be together. I promise you, it will be anytime soon. It won't even feel like you waited. Just keep being you and be cool (wink). I'm so excited for all the things that we're going to do together, I really can't wait to spend this life with you. I know I can come off as someone who's annoying and blunt sometimes (wait, I think it's most of the time? LOL) but I hope you'll accept and love me for who I am. It's hard to be my authentic self around others, I really hope I can be with you, because I want to. When we've come together one of these days, I promise to give you all my love and everything that you deserve. I will do my best to make you laugh and smile everyday. Make you relax and just wind up after a long day from all the chaos and noise in the world. (Your name), I am ready to spend my whole life loving you and living with you. (their nickname)

about them: they're clingy, but in a good and adorable way though lol. they really like to annoy or tease you out of fun. very cheerful and warm energy here. doesn't seem to be like it, but they do have some insecurities (notice how they hope for you to love and accept them despite their personality in the letter?)

signs i saw for you: 444, 555, letters; w and s. tropical island/country. north america.

Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

letter #3

shufflemancy: Love Never Felt So Good by Michael Jackson

Dear (your name), I hope you know that I appreciate and love you so much. There are times when I worry that I may not be showing that enough to you, and I'm sorry. But this is me telling the truth. I adore you with all of my heart, and honestly, these words are never enough to fully express my love for you. I hope you know that you're an amazing person. You give me so much light, inspiration, and life. You teach me a lot of valuable things and I really admire that about you. Don't let anything dim the light that you shine in this world. Keep on shining, my love. Life makes so much sense and more worth-living when I'm with you. With all my love, (their name)

about them: they're a person who doesn't open up easily, or someone who somehow struggles expressing their emotions to you. ah, they're so adorably shy. quiet. a quiet person, someone who's meticulous. logical.

signs i saw for you: 333, 222, sunflowers.

notes: fuck. the last line in their letter made me sooooo 🥹🥹🥹 AAAAHHHH. KEEP THEM, BRUH. i don't necessarily show cards in my readings, but i'll spoil you with this one; i practically squealed when i got the queen of wands and the sun for you. LIKE AGH. I love this combination, especially since they both have sunflowers. And I totally felt so much warmth in my heart while writing their letter UwU

Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

letter #4

shufflemancy: love somebody like you by joan

Hey Princess/Prince, I understand that you're not in a pretty situation right now, you really wish you could just escape, don't you? Don't worry. Even if I'm not there with you physically in the time that you're reading this, I'm always with you in your heart and in spirit. Listen, I'm proud of you of how far you've come. And I know that you have the strength to get through this. You can do it! I wholeheartedly believe in you, babe. Just so you know, I'm your biggest cheerleader, haha. Sooo... just do it, okay? There's no need for you to be afraid. I promise that once you've overcome this, something really amazing is coming for you. And it's worth it. Mmm, I can't say for sure if this surprise is me coming in to your life, but welp, who knows? :) Love ya! - (their name)

about them: they're such a fun person to be around. gentle and polite, wholesome, like a happy kid in an adult body HAHA. jester. golden retriever energy (gosh, i effing love people who has this energy.) passionate about art. is into music that doesn't seem to match their personality and vibe (eg: they love listening to metal.) might be into anime.

signs i saw for you: 222, party, celebration, a park, carnival or something. someone's born in 2002, or something significant happened in 2022 for either of you, like a drastic change in your life of some sort.

notes: They really want to call you princess/prince, I'm sorry if you don't like it but that's that LMAO- why do i get the feeling that some of you are in some sort of relationship (not necessarily romantic) that is not stable, and healthy, and you're definitely advised to put yourself first now, leave, and heal from it.

Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

letter #5

shufflemancy: So My Darling by Rachel Chinouriri

Hi, love. You've gone through so much, life hasn't been much fair to you, to us. But no matter how hard it is, it's important for us to never give up and stay strong. But it's not easy to stay strong either. Let me give you a gentle reminder that it's ok to cry and break down when you have to, okay? It's okay to let it all out and not bottle all the negative feelings inside. And then once you've done that, you can slowly get back up, take back your strength, and have stronger faith for the future. I know you're strong, I see it in you :) You're really capable more than you think. And it also gives me strength to see your strength. Don't allow yourself to be defeated, okay? We'll get through this. And once we meet, we won't have to go through it all alone. We'll be fighting alongside together. Yours, (their name)

about them: a positive person. stylish and classy. for some of you, they might reside in london or is from the uk. might tend to see things through rose-colored glasses. machiavellian.

signs i saw for you: paris, france. travel, foreign country, 222, 333, rainbow.

Hope you enjoyed your reading! Remember to love yourself the way you want others to love you! Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!— Ivy

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lesuccube · 6 months

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𝐒𝐘��𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — how's life like with the sweetest british man ever ?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection , mild smut virus

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 1.6k

you and steven have been together for a good half a year and i picture steven as a more needy kind of boyfriend. the man lacked so much attention and affection before and now that he has you in his life, he never wants that to stop. he tries hard not to be needy or clingy but he can't help it.

he just wants you to look at him, love him and spend your time with him and only him. sometimes it's overwhelming but you always make sure to tell steven when it starts to get too much but those are extremely rare. you're always happy to indulge the man with some well deserved love and affection!

he's brought up the idea of you moving in with him when you hit the fifth month of being together actually.

you always end up staying over at his place whenever you two hang out (because he literally won't let you go home sometimes under the guise that it's too late for you to go back and he doesn't want anything to happen to you). i mean, he's already given you the spare copy of his keys with a matching koala keychain attached to the keyring.

you tell him that you'll consider it, not saying yes but not really saying no. he's hopeful though, would keep asking you about it after every week as both an inside joke and a serious offer.

after the whole ammit stuff that went down in cairo, steven actually reapplied at the museum! he managed to get word that donna was fired and someone else has replaced her spot . you convinced him to go back and do what he loves, reassuring steven that he'll do great.

it took a few days of convincing but in the end he did listen to you and applied for the tour guide position and he got the role with flying colors! the museum was thoroughly impressed by his knowledge of ancient egypt and gave him the job on the spot and he would be starting as a guide the following week.

you treated steven with home cooked vegetarian meals and wine that night and proceeded to end the night tangled between the sheets.

you definitely cook in the relationship. steven got a taste of you cooking stir fry once and he's begged you to keep cooking for him ever since.

he had shyly asked you to pack him lunch when he was about to start at his new role as a tour guide and you happily obliged! you make him cute vegetarian bentos daily and leave a small sticky note on his lunch box filled with words of encouragement.

you don't know this but he actually kept every single one of them in a tiny box and hid it within his shelves.

you own a car which makes steven your permanent designated passenger princess!

you think it's adorable the way he blushes profusely when you open the door for him and whines that he should be the one doing that for you, only for you to shush him and tell him that you enjoy doing it for him.

you 100% hold hands a lot especially during longer drives or if he's feeling cheeky, he'd sneak a hand on your thigh that would begin to travel higher and higher.

on those days you'd have to find a place to park and fast to sneak a quickie, edging poor steven until he's all whiny and submissive, begging for his release. but you do remind him he was being bad by distracting you while driving. he'd have to wait until later that day to be able to cum.

at times like that he's glad he wears loose and baggy clothings because it would have been embarrassing to walk around with a raging hard on outlining his jeans even though it's his fault in the first place that he has to deal with his boner while on a date with you.

you tried to build furniture together once. it was just a shelf actually, so that the book piled on the floor of his flat would have a better home. but you found out you both sucked at it, there were screws missing and the manual confused the hell out of you two even though the instructions were really easy and simple to follow.

you both gave up mid-work and the poor shelf ended up as a half finished product tucked away at one corner of his flat collecting dust.

i'm a firm believer that steven is a romanticist. he's pretty old-fashioned about it too.

he writes you handwritten letters every month celebrating the day you had agreed to be his girlfriend. if his shift at the museum ends earlier than your work, he'd pick you up at the lounge area of your work building with a fresh bouquet in hand. he plans your dates together!

he'd always make sure to ask you your free days and tries to align his own schedule with yours so you can go on a date next weekend for a trip at the farmer's market and then have some breakfast at a quaint café a little ways from the city. he's a romantic sap and you wouldn't have him any other way.

you buy gus the second new decorations in his aquarium. you never saw the original gus, all that you knew was that the first one really only had one fin.

when you asked about how the original gus was replaced he was hesitant at first, thinking you might be weirded out by his condition but marc was the one who dared him to try and tell you. so he let you know bits and pieces about his did, introduced you to marc after many heavy debates with his reflection (when you weren't around).

in conclusion, the chicagoan liked you for steven which in turn meant that he did too but that's a story for another time.

steven is a sub and you can't change my mind. bratty but a sub nonetheless. he likes that you take control and he's more than happy to give it to you with very little resistance. a little spanking sets him straight if he doesn't behave.

i also headcanon him being into bondage. he likes it when you tie him up, colorful ropes knotted and binding him in place, the anticipation of waiting for you to touch him turns him on even more.

he prefers things like silk ribbons rather than handcuffs and yes, you've definitely gagged him before when he starts to get too loud after receiving a complaint from your downstairs neighbor about your activities.

you once made an offhand comment about steven looking extremely peggable, it left him a blushy stuttering mess. but one day when you come home from work, steven is sitting on his bed looking nervous and squirmy, a big paper bag next to him.

"steven baby, what's wrong?" you ask as you set your bag on the floor next to him before kneeling in front of him, taking his hands in your own. "i um... do you remember love when you— you said i was... peggable?" he says the last word in a tiny whisper, a blush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and down his neck. he lets go of your hand to give you the bag with shaky nervousness, looking away as you peer at the contents inside: a strap on and a big bottle of lube.

"d-do you think we could uh— would you like to try it love? i-i'm fine with it if you are." let's just say you and steven had a very fun time experimenting into his new kink.

i feel like sweet steven would propose to you after a year and a half into the relationship?

yes he knows he's moving too fast but to him, you're everything. you're it. (let's say marc and layla divorced after cairo okay? okay.) plus marc liked you too. he liked you a good amount (he loves you but marc's stubborn and insists he only likes you a healthy amount) he would front and spend some time with you too. to steven that's like the best thing he could ask for.

"we don't have to marry right away, love. we're busy with work with you getting ready for your promotion and i'm getting more and more tours and it's been hectic enough for us as it is but one day yeah? one day i would love to see you walk down the aisle where we'd both say our vows and by the end of it, i get to finally call you my wife." he rambles as he kneels in front of your crying figure, ring in hand.

i know we all think he'd be a blubbering mess when proposing but i personally don't see him doing that.

if that man proposes, it's because he's set his mind into it after thorough deliberation. if he proposes, it's with confidence and purpose.

he doesn't prepare a speech, just relays what his heart tells him and it's telling him that his love for you was more than life itself and that he wants nothing more than for you to give him the absolute honor of having him as your husband. you had to kiss him to shut up so you can finally tell him...

"it's a yes steven, it will always be a yes for me. i love you more with each day i get to be with you, and to spend the rest of my waking days with your last name as my own? if this was a dream steven grant, never wake me up because i would love to be your wife. i'm yours and only yours if you'll have me."

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devilish-mirage · 2 years

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Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Warnings; 18+ content, violent act, masturbation, imaginary throat fucking, dacryphilia, slight breeding kink, Steven being horny and desperate while Marc encourages him.

Summary; You've send him a pic and Steven sends one back.

Word count; 1,2k

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It was a normal day for steven. He woke up at his usual time, have breakfast while conversing with Marc and after that he got ready, excited to go to work.

It was all mundane until he saw you, the new manager of the Greece section. You were extremely different from Dona, you were kind, passionate and understanding, did he also mentioned that you're gorgeous?

The first time he saw you was weeks ago, maybe almost a month but you were shining that day, laughing with your co-workers as you walk passed him.

You didn't knew him but he was already whipped with the way you comfort a child that was lost that day. Your calm voice is comforting as you wiped the tears away from the child's face, comforting them with kind words of reassurance.

Then one thing lead to another, either it was fated or not but you accidentally bumped into him one day and find his interest in Egyptian history so fascinating that you wanted to hear more.

So you gave him your number and since that day you've became friends, friends who shared mutual interest on the same things. You've learned a lot from him as he did from you.

He frontend with a groan, looking at the unconscious body underneath him, "Seriously, Marc?" he shifted his gaze towards the puddle besides the body, looking straight at Marc.

"Yeah, well, I don't know what happened either, Steven."

Steven sighed, he bent down to search the man's pocket, finally finding his phone and unlocking it.

He saw a message of you saying that you went clubbing and smile softly, you didn't have to update him on everything in your life but you did and that makes him strangely giddy.

Before he can typed a reply, the 'unconscious' man tackle him making him accidentally pressed the call button.

Steven was quick to grip his collar and punched him hard, hard enough to make him truly unconscious this time before shoving him aside.

He panicked when he picked up his phone and hurriedly cancelled it. His heart is pumping loudly inside his chest as he typed.

Steven

I'm sorry, Y/n! I misclicked it.

Marc laughed at him, "don't worry Steven, she already said that she's going to the club right? She probably had her phone silenced so-"

He was cut off by a loud ding! from Steven's phone, both of them looked at the phone with a small smile, "she's so nice, isn't she, Marc?"

Marc nodded his head with a small smile, he always finds you attractive and you're so adorable in his eyes. Steven and him were undoubtedly attracted to you from the first conversation that you guys had.

Before Steven could write a reply he froze on the spot, eyes wide and he unconsciously unwrapped his mask. He gripped his phone tightly, so tight it could break at any moment.

"Steven, what- oh, fuck."

You send him a few pictures, Steven was expecting you laughing or just you having fun in the club, he was not expecting this type of pictures from you.

He gulped, his eyes wondered on your body, he can feel his breath starting to feel heavy. Fuck, he wouldn't say that he never imagined how you looked underneath all that clothes but you looked even better than his fantasy.

"Steven, send one back." Marc's voice snapped him out of his trace, he furrowed his eyebrow at his reflection.

"What?"

"Send one back."

"No, I heard you the first time but what?"

Marc shakes his head, "you don't get it do you? She send it expecting something, so we'll give her exactly that maybe even more."

Steven shifted his gaze back to your pictures, you look so good, so sexily tempting and you take this pic just to send it to him? Isn't that too good to be true? What if he misunderstand? That you simply misclicked?

"Steven. Are you really letting this chance go? You, no, we've had the biggest crush on her, come on. Take the risk."

Steven bit his lips, Marc's right, he always had a big crush on you after all this time and now he finally had a chance to do something about it. What's the worst thing that could happen?

"Alright, how do I took one?"

"Huh?"

"This type of pictures, how do I pose for it?"

That's right, Marc has forgotten that Steven has never done something like this ever. So he looked around, trying to find a decent place with enough lighting.

He finally found a set of stairs that lead to the roof and in front of it is a big window that reflects his reflection just perfect, not too clear but not that clear either.

"Go sit on that stair and take your suit off but keep your vest on," Steven do as he told, "roll up your sleeves," he rolled them up, making his veins visible.

"Lean back a little and spread your legs, let her see what she does to us."

He took the pic with a deep breath, he felt the sudden confident spread through him because he does look good in his Mr Moon suit, the bulge in his pants were clear and he also look pretty big.

"Send it." Steven took one last deep breath before pressing the send button. "Done."

"Now, we start the waiting game." Steven nod, his eyes kept wondering back to your pictures, he bit his lips, focusing on the lacy thong that were struggling to cover your private area.

He let out a breathless sigh, gulping as he let his mind started to wonder, he bit his bottom lip hard. "fuck it." He stated lowly.

He unzipped his pants, whipping it out and started to pump his cock with a small grunt.

He opened his eyes slowly and imagine you taking his cock into your mouth, greedily and deeply sucking him, he throw his head back.

Gulping his saliva as he imagined he'd gripped your hair and slammed your head down to take his cock deeper, you'd gag in response but that'll just turn him on even more.

He groan and cursed underneath his breath, he imagined how he'd grip your hair harder, holding it up for you so he can clearly see your face with your mouth full with his cock and tears falling from those beautiful eyes of yours as he use your mouth the way he pleases.

He imagined you would sit on his lap and started to grind on his cock as you slowly press your body to his, teasing your own entrance with his tip before slowly putting it in. He threw his head as he pumped faster.

He imaged how you would look while bouncing on his cock, how your breasts would bounce with every thrust and he would watch you move on top of him, you'd hold him tight with your chest pressed to his and staring straight into his chocolate ones with lidded eyes.

He gripped his cock harder, trying to imagine how warm and tight your cunt is. His breathing became heavier as he imagined you bending down and kissing him deeply, all tongue and teeth, whining and begging to be filled with his cum.

It's weird that he feel so fucking turned on with the thought of filling you up with his cum, claiming you as his.

His breath hitched as he feel himself near, he gripped his cock tighter, imagining that he's gripping your waist and slammed upward into you. His hips unconsciously do that.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n- fuck!" he hiss your name as he came, white thick cum spurted out as he breathes heavily taking a moment to calm himself before fixing his pants.

He covered his eyes with his arm before muttering a quiet, "I want to hold her..."

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justgrey · 10 months

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OMG OMG OMG!! Okay so, I had this idea. Imagine Medic with a daughter (or child if you'd like to keep in gender neutral) except this kid is a clone of him! I think she'd be in her mid to late teens during their time in Mann Co, so how do you think Medic would be with a cloned version of himself as a kid? TYSM!!!

I'm gonna keep this gender neutral, I like keeping things as inclusive as possible when it comes to things like the gender of the reader because I know what it feels like to find a good fic and then get a little down because the description of the reader isn't you, it's somebody else lol.

Also I'm playing around with formatting so if things look different it's cause I'm experimenting 😋

Medic & Teen Reader that is his little clone - Headcannons (Platonic)

Warning : Mentions of human experimentation

At first, he has no damn clue what to do with this kid he created by cloning himself.

To be honest, he had no idea that his kooky experiment would actually work that well. He didn't think you'd make it to 3-years-old, let alone your mid teenage years.

Whatever, either way you'd have a scalpel in your hands by age 6. He's not mentally sound enough to raise a child but he's going to try his best and you love him for it.

During yours and Medic's time at Mann Co, everything got like, a lot weirder. I mean, hanging around a group of crazy dudes all trying to make a living isn't normal, and that's without even looking Merasmus' way 💀

Medic would encourage you to watch him experiment on his teammates and would point things out like organs or other specific parts of the body, and he'd quiz you about it later, wanting to see if you'll be able to keep up with him when you inevitably become a medic yourself (He hopes)

Yeah, unlike most of the mercs, Medic would want you to go down his path, the path of, "Medicinal study," whether it's more on the illegal side or the legal one. He'd keep teaching you even if you told him you weren't interested.

I don't know, he just strikes me as the kind of dad that wants his kid to follow loosely in his footsteps.

Heavy would most likely refer to you as, "Little doctor," or something along those lines because he sees you the most out of all of the mercs as he probably visits Medic more than the others.

Being Medic's kid at this time would also mean that you are required to attend Pyro's tea parties. I don't care what anybody says, you are obligated to attend and be their buddy.

Medic tries to keep you out of Pyro's sight but it's too late, Pyro has already declared you as their new best friend and will menacingly glare at Medic until he let's you play hide and seek with them.

Being his kid and clone would also probably mean that Archimedes and the other doves probably go to you for comfort and love because you remind them so much of Medic.

Medic would treat you almost like an experiment for the first few years until he develops an attachment and fatherly love for you, his dearest creation.

He's never really felt an attachment like that so he'd definitely study that too. You're one big experiment that he grows to love spending time with and adore. He is so proud of how far you've come, he might even start showing you off to the other mercs, bragging about how cool his kid is.

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starsurface · 2 months

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Hello!! I'm glad you're feeling better! Can I request Little (baby-toddlerspace specifically) Reiko HCs please with CG Rain? Thank you!! 🥰

-🦈

Hi!!! Of course!! :D

Quick warning: There's some angst and mentions of war. There's also some Shao . . . not hate, but like, calling out his parenting styles?? I dunno how to explain it, but I do wanna establish that I don't take Shao!!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Rain w/ Baby-Toddlerspace Regressor Reiko Hcs

💧 I like to think Rain and Reiko would be really good friends (Personal hc that Kitana, Mileena, Tanya, Rain, and Reiko are all friends, being around the same age growing up in the palace)

⚔️ Rain is also one of Reiko’s to-go CGs

💧 Which is why it confused him the first time Reiko regressed to small

⚔️ The first time Reiko was breaking down, regressing extremely tiny and very clingy

💧 All he could to was babble as he hide in Rain’s arms, sniffing and crying about what was upsetting him

⚔️ Either it’s after a super long and difficult mission or training, or really bad memories getting to him

💧 I’m not exactly a Shao hater (kinda like General Shao now adays, ngl) but he put Reiko through . . . a lot as a child

⚔️ He raised a weapon, not a child, and didn’t realize the consequences of his actions until Reiko was a fully fledged adult that knew nothing other than bloodshed and war

💧 Rain found him in his bathroom, hiding in his bathtub and absolutely sobbing (Rain knew Reiko didn’t seem good that day and wanted to check up on him)

⚔️ Rain gently coed and shush him, helping the crying boy into bed so they could lay there and cuddle

💧 Rain gave Reiko a small magic show and Reiko fell to sleep much more happier than he had intended

⚔️ For a small while, Reiko only drops that small if he’s having really bad memories or nightmares

💧 Rain doesn’t mind being the one Reiko goes to, in fact, he encourages it!! Mostly because Reiko has a difficult time admitting when he’s that tiny and upset

⚔️ Eventually Reiko does start dropping this small for more ‘normal’ occasions, like a really tough week or he just feels tinyer than usual

💧 But. . . he gets really fussy about it

⚔️ He’s supposed to be a big boy!! He’s always regressed older!!! He shouldn’t be regressing so young- He never did before!!

💧 It usually ends with Rain having a very pouty and teary eyed toddler that only knows the word No

⚔️ Rain is very patient, he knows Reiko’s processing regressing younger sometimes, and he doesn’t mind handling some hissy fits then and there

💧 Eventually, Reiko gets a bit more use to regressing smaller, and ends up really liking being babied (he adores the praise and attention)

⚔️ No, Reiko’s favorite and least favorite word <3

💧 Rain wants him to put on shoes before going outside? No, Reiko doesn’t want to do that, but he will cry when he touches teh hot cement and tells Rain hew as being mean by letting him do that

⚔️ But Rain said no? Blasphemy!! Everyone must here of this atrocity!! He can’t believe Rain would ever do this!!

💧 ^ . . . Rain said that Reiko couldn’t eat the pretty slime that Rain had >:(

⚔️ Baby Reiko is borderline nonverbal, but will scream at things he wants (he finds it funny . . . Rain doesn't find it as entertaining though 🙄)

💧 Toddler Reiko does more one words, and maybe a few short sentences

⚔️ Tiny Reiko likes a lot of things big kid Reiko does

💧 Wrestling?! Sign him up!!! :D

⚔️ . . . He can only do pillow fights though, and Rain usually lets him win

💧 Rain won once and Reiko started getting all teary eyed because he was suppose to win and it wasn’t fair 🥺

⚔️ Usually Reiko’s a bit of a patience tester, and this goes into his baby-todderspace

💧 Rain said not do something? Well Reiko wasn’t even thinking about it, but like, now he has to do it!!! How can he not?!

⚔️ But he doesn’t like getting scolded at when he’s this young, so he won't go too far or break rules

💧 Rain’s noticed Reiko’s a bit mroe sensitive when he’s this tiny, and doesn’t like seing Reiko start sniffing and hiding his face because of something Rain said, even if Rain truly meant no harm

⚔️ Tiny Reiko does have a small habit of accidents, mostly at night and especially when it comes to nightmares, but absolutely refuses to wear padding

💧 He knew he regressed small, but it was embarrassing wearing something like that, his dignity and pride were on the line

⚔️ Rain eventually encouraged him to ateast try pullups, but they mostly use those potty mattress pads thingies (i forgot what they’ll called) because Reiko doesn’t make that big of a fuss with them

💧 Rain, unfortunally, won’t let Reiko go do what he wants >:(

⚔️ Why can't he touch his cool swords? What does Rain mean he'll hurt himself? Okay, then why can't Reiko go touch Rain's books? What does Rain mean that Reiko will eat the corners again?!?! That only happened . . . four times- But still!!! >:\

💧 Reiko has a small habit of shoving whatevers in his fist into his mouth, which included his fist

⚔️ Crayon? Well he doesn’t wanna taste it, but maybe it’d be nice to chew on!! (. . . it wasn’t, he will try again later)

💧 Rain ends up getting Reiko a paci, which he gets all huffy at, but he does end up using it more than he’d like to admit, even when he’s a big kid

⚔️ Rain's nicknames are Bubba, Fishy (Reiko thinks its funny), and just grabby hands

💧 Sometimes Reio gets really huffy, and demands Rain to 'go away another day' and it actually cheers Reiko up a little bit

⚔️ ^ Go away, cause his name is Rain, and Rain Rain Go Away? . . . Reiko thinks it's hilarious

💧 Rain might not find it as humorous, but he enjoys seeing Reiko happy, so he keeps quiet

⚔️ Reiko gets many nicknames, Baby Boy, Precious, Little One, Sweetheart, nicknames he might enjoy while bigger, but can get all shy and giggly about when smaller

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I'm so sorry, I didn't have many good ideas, which kinda sucks because I like this duo. :(

I can always do more!!!!!! :D

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Did you ever have plans for Lilli's character development? like giving her a Semblance or some sister bonding between her and Robin?

It's funny, I actually recalled Lilli's character development two days ago on discord. Literally one of the next scenes in Arc 4 was gonna be Lilli confronting Robin (pic of an unfinished (yet surprisingly coherent page below)):

The sum of it is that Lilli gets up at night to get some air and finds Petra grabbing water in the kitchen. She's on surprisingly good terms with Petra (probably has a crush on her and Petra's PJs consist of an oversized t-shirt and knee socks so let's be real here) and Petra affirms that Robin & co are still in Mistral despite learning about Zenith (the Braith's base), and that Robin told everyone to get a "good night's sleep". This is the final straw for Lilli.

Lilli grabs her labrys and attacks Robin, waking her up. Robin and Marron are still miffed so Marron isn't there.

Here's the full scene:

In retrospect I think this development was maybe sort of rushed, as a lot of things were as I grew to be a better writer and realise that characters actually need arcs... but that's a symptom of me being tired and just wanting to get to the RAIN finish line as soon as I could (spoiler: I didn't make it)

I think it's no secret that Robin, and by extension a lot of the protagonists, can be shitty people. They're not paragons, they don't communicate, sometimes they're more self serving than they should be, and Lilli is a by-product of that.

The sad truth of Lilli Lincoln is that no one likes her because she's mean, but she's mean because no one likes her. Her siblings are all adored and love each other (except maybe Wil), and she's acutely aware that she's literally the Least Favourite (which raises questions about Orion & Artemis's parenting).

As a kid, she was fuelled by envy because she didn't understand why her siblings all liked each other and were treated better, and it festered into spite the longer she was ignored.

There's a (somewhat) happy ending to this all, though. As the end of the scene implies, she and Robin have a vaguely more amicable relationship going forward. In what few scenes Lilli had before RAIN leave for Zenith, Robin would try to involve herself more in Lilli's future - encouraging her to sign up to combat school. Lilli points out some blatant issues in Robin and Marron's communication that puts them on good terms again.

Lilli is also very aware of Robin actually making an effort to know her, so when Marina phases through a wall and tries to edge in on the banter she utterly rejects it with a pre-written speech.

"Please do not attempt to make light conversation or banter with me. You are still complicit in my neglect for your own reasons, and are, therefore, an absolute carbuncle. I forbid you from attempting to take a shortcut by hijacking the effort Robin has made."

In the long run I think Lilli's life gets better. She's still a bit of a snot but she actually begins to form relationships with her siblings.

Also Tahlia Braith was super gay for her so that's fun.

#team rain #lilliana lincoln #lilli lincoln

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leiathewarrior · 8 days

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20 Questions for Writers

tagged by @theglasscat. I decided I don't really mind if anyone who knows me in real life sees this, so, here we go. Thanks!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

I have 22!

2. What is your A03 word count?

It's 66,612 but that's not super accurate because it includes a fic that I'm listed as a co-author on but didn't do most of the writing for. So the actual number is something like 25,000 lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Lots of various versions of Sherlock Holmes (the Paternoster Gang, Geordi and Data from Star Trek, etc.) I have a few older fics from the Carmilla days, and some newer ones from Psychonauts and Professor Layton.

4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

The Perceivers - Data/Geordi, Star Trek TNG [2014]

and all your streetfighting years won't help you anymore - Jenny/Vastra, Doctor Who [2017]

Adoration - Jenny/Vastra, Doctor Who [2020]

Cold - Jenny/Vastra, Doctor Who [2014]

but got it just don't get it - Jenny/Vastra, Doctor Who [2018]

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! It might take me a while, but I'll literally put "respond to A03 comments" on my to-do list if I get the email notification.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

what makes love the exception? - Jenny Flint/Madame Vastra, Doctor Who [2018]

I was clearly going through something with this one but I have no idea what it was. There was supposed to be another story that would resolve the angst but I never got around to it. So now they're stuck like that forever! Oh well.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i'll drive us into outer space / where we can't hear what people say - Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear, Psychonauts 2 [2021]

I'm a sucker for gay old men with angsty time gaps / fake deaths. I was glad to write something happy for these two beyond what was explored in the game.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah but I'm sure it's just because I've never been big enough.

9. Do you write smut? If so which kind?

Not really sure what "which kind" is getting at here. But yeah absolutely. Write the fic you want to see in the world. I started writing fic because I never could find the specific scenarios I wanted. And if that gives me a reputation in certain circles for being horny, so be it 😅 (also, my top fic by hits is "Jenny's on her period when Vastra eats her out" that I wrote at nineteen years old, so, y'know. it brings the hits.)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest crossover you've ever written?

Generally no, but 60 for 60, where I put the Paternoster Gang in the Sherlock Holmes canon, is technically a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. I have had a Steam guide stolen. The instant I posted it, it was immediately farmed by a bunch of AI gamer guide sites, which was annoying and apparently impossible to prevent.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I had a fic translated into Russian once! Unfortunately I found out while writing this post that it looks like it's been taken down.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, sort of. I've discussed prompts and ideas with friends and heavily encouraged them to write.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Jenny Flint and Madame Vastra from Doctor Who

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof. I usually won't post a fic unless it's complete. When I started 60 for 60 (a Sherlock Holmes fandom tradition) I thought it would be a fun writing exercise to try to say something interesting in only 60 words. But I also wanted to fully reread each story in order to write about it, and that's been a process. I'll get around to it eventually.

16. What are your writing strengths?

My fics are usually on the shorter side because I enjoy concise characterization and dialogue snippets. Also, I love pulling together lots of different metaphors, connections, and references to other media.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Any sort of plot whatsoever. I don't know that I've ever come up with an original character, either.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I'm reading it, much like with song lyrics, my eyes will just skim right over it. I don't mind. I don't think I've tried it myself though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think this is technically Sherlock Holmes, although I used to write wizard rock (Harry Potter fan music) back in the good old days of like. 2011 and that probably also counts

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I think favorite fic to read and favorite fic to write are two different things; I'm going to interpret this as the one with the best writing process:

Sontar the Brave! A challenge to myself to beat the horny allegations and also write Strax-centric fic, because I completely ignored him everywhere else and felt bad. It's not the fic that I think has my strongest writing, but it was a lot of fun to do and came together very quickly compared to my other works.

I'm not going to tag anyone else here because I don't know anyone that'd be interested who wasn't tagged already, but thanks again @theglasscat! Always nice to revisit my stuff.

#me #paternoster gang #ask game #fanfiction #20 questions for writers #tag game

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thelostpocket · 2 years

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Finally gotten around to watching The Borgias (and I haven't finished it yet so this Longpost could all mean nothing) but currently ruminating on the way Lucrezia and her illigitimate son, Giovanni, are treated by her family. Like she tells Cesare she's pregnant and, oops, her husband isn't the father and... no anger, no screams of whoredom, no threats of punishment. Cesare's instant reaction is concern for her health/welfare and to find her somewhere safe, with full medical support (for the time), to get through the pregnancy. Although this is before Cesare and Lucrezia get very VERY chummy, it's clear their love for and dedication to one another is something apart - but Cesare looks at Paolo (lucrezia's baby daddy) and, no matter what he might be feeling, treats him not as an enemy, but with respect as someone Lucrezia loves. The same with baby Giovanni - Cesare adores the baby and cares deeply for it because it's a part of Lucrezia, whom Cesare loves more than anything else in his life. In a time where I, at least, was expecting wild jealously towards paolo and cold indifference to the child of another man, Cesare looks first for what he loves: Lucrezia.

And as far as we see, it's the same with lucrezia's father, Rodrigo - no matter what might have happened 'behind the scenes', what we DO see is: Rodrigo helping Lucrezia get an annulment from her great steaming turd of a husband (on the grounds of impotence, even though we can plainly see that she is pregnant at the time of the trial, suggesting that Rodrigo knew that the baby wasn't the product of a borgia-sforza union); Rodrigo eagerly and lovingly welcoming the birth of his first grandchild, and in fact attending when comments from his family suggest he wasn't supposed to; Rodrigo taking an active and joyful role in the care of the baby, including carrying it to his papal throne (bearing in mind the child's humble parentage on the father's side); AND, when Cesare says something very like "you married her to a brute who misused her and pushed her into the arms of a stable boy for affection", Rodrigo not only does not disagree or try to defend that decision, but he allows it to persuade him to break a Big Catholic Rule (giving a suicide a Christian burial), all for the sake of his daughter and grandson's wellbeing.

Like, say what you will about them (although, again, I haven't finished it, so who's to say if this will change), but that's actually really kind of admirable. There are families about today who wouldn't behave so amicably and open-mindedly in such a situation.

I don't really know where I'm going with this, but I just kept expecting someone to come down like a ton of bricks on her (I mean I guess juan did but he's fucked off to Spain and hasn't come back yet and as far as I'm concerned he can stay there) - like expecting some jealous row with Cesare. But no, he says your new Borgia baby? OUR Borgia baby, sis. Or expecting Reprimands and Off To A Nunnery hypocrisy from the holy daddy. But no, he's just happy the family is growing and, hey, you know what, while myself and all my holy boyz are off on tour dealing with this mess with France, I'm going to leave Lucrezia, the only person we can wholeheartedly trust, in my place as pope in loco parents while I'm gone. Oh, sorry, what's that, she's a woman and I can't do that? Too late, already done, and I'm already out the door, so I guess you can take your complaints to God or his right-hand-woman, sitting on that golden throne right in front of you, k bye. Giulia Farnese, la Bella Farnese, the Other Powerful Woman in the show and Lucrezia's life? Surely she'll make a move, try to use her absence or most recent mistake to manipulate her into something? But no. She helps Lucrezia escape her cruel husband the second she works out lucrezia's pregnant, encourages lucrezia's political aptitude, and seeks her out as a co-conspirator (alongside the pope's former mistress, lucrezia's mother, whom Giulia replaced) in her schemes to Keep The Cardinals Under Control Honest.

Like, there's an awful lot about this show and this family that's. . . Dicey. . .and I know there's more (and worse) to come. . . But this, right in these longer-than-i'd-expected paragraphs above? I can really respect that.

#the borgias #borgias #lucrezia borgia #cesare borgia #rodrigo borgia #giulia farnese #we don't talk about juan #like i know there's still a lot to go #and the borgias are #dicey #with their attitude towards politics and stuff #but idk i just #i just think they're neat #no spoilers please don't ruin this for me #long post #period drama

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all-about-power-rangers · 2 years

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Dating Xander Bly Would Include

You met him on his very first day of school in America when you defended him from bullies, immediately making him crush on you

You would be the y/c ranger

Xander would do everything to impress you with his charm and skateboarding skills

Y/N: Xander, you CANNOT skateboard off the roof.

Xander: But it'll be cool.

He would flirt with you at every opportunity and attempt to make you jealous

He would walk you home every day after a long day at school, doing ranger duties, or working at Rock Porium (even if you live on different sides of Briarwood)

Xander: Can I walk you home?

Y/N: Sure, but you live like miles away from me.

Xander: That's fine.

As Xander became less arrogant, you began to like him and eventually admitted your feelings to each other

You would begin dating after the defeat of Octomus

You both also become co-managers at Rock Porium

Xander: Plan manager, gotta love it.

Y/N: Plan co-manager, you mean?

Xander: Exactly what I mean.

He would plan romantic dates such as picnics under the stars

You would have your first kiss during the picnic

You both felt reluctant to tell your friends, knowing they would tease you

You both decided to tell the group

Xander: Y/N and I are dating.

Y/N: Ever since we defeated Octomus.

After congratulating you guys, they began teasing you

Group: Xander and y/n sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Y/N: This is very immature.

Xander: Yeah we're your managers. This is very unprofessional.

He would climb through your bedroom window and have late night talks when you both need it and cuddle hoping your parents don't find out

During one of those talks, he would definitely say "I love you" first

Xander: I've never felt this way about anyone. I love you.

You'd be shocked, but immediately say it back

Y/N: Xander Bly, I love you too.

You would go to prom together

His parents would adore you

Xander would charm your parents immediately

You would support each other through everything, including encouraging him when he was asked to help the Overdrive Rangers

#power rangers #power rangers mystic force #xander bly #dating xander bly would include #dating would include #preferences #imagines

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jowritesfanfiction · 5 months

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Thank you to @bg-sparrow for tagging me!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I got 15. (insert the It Ain't Much but it's Honest Work meme)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

Somehow I have 66,591 words? It's not a lot, but I don't really focus on word count when I write.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for Back to the Future, but sometimes I have been possessed to write about Shakespeare plays (i'm being haunted by Billy Shakes himself)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Julius Caesar (The Gayer Version of the Play) - Shakespeare

Rebel With a Cause - Back to the Future

The 10 Years of Penelope - The Odyssey (this was out of spite)

Tender Roses - Shakespeare

Marty’s Road Test - Back to the Future

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to as much as I can. I really like engaging with the fandom and I know that I like talking to other fic authors about their works. But sometimes it stresses me out or I just forget…

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Chapter 1 of Catch the Winds of Destiny. Poor George and Lorraine. They’re so miserable. It made me sad writing it.

Although, my chapter about Einstein in Doc's Dogs was also angsty.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ooooo. A lot of my stories are fluff and end happy, but I think what makes a story have a happy ending is one that shows characters at their worst and still ends happy somehow. So, by that logic, Chapter Three of Catch the Winds of Destiny has the happiest ending.

But if we’re just going based on pure happiness at the end, not just being hopeful, then it’s gotta be Rebel With a Cause.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. All the commenters I get are very sweet and lovely and honestly encourage me to keep going.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Absolutely not. It doesn't appeal to me as a writer or as a reader.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I actually forgot I wrote this, but I wrote one (1) crossover fic for The Mummy and Jungle Cruise called New Friends.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have no idea, but it would honestly be really cool if that happened--as long as I have knowledge that it happened.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. It sounds really fun, though. I just have a really weird writing schedule (aka: I get bursts of writing inspiration and then a week later I cannot write at all) and I feel like that might mess with things??? I dunno.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Lorraine/George MY BELOVEDS. Oh my goodness do not even get me started. They are so adorable when they finally get their crap together and aren’t miserable. A close second is Marty/Jennifer. And because no one can stop me, Doc & Marty is my favorite platonic ship (their friendship is everything to me).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Real talk? My current WIP, Someday We'll Find It. I don’t doubt that I won’t finish it, per se, but I am scared I’ll lose interest in finishing it. I’ve gotten into a new hyperfixation and usually that means my old one (Back to the Future) will get pushed outta the way and I don’t think about it as much. I’ve been trying really hard to balance both of them, so I’m praying I can still finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I would say dialogue. It’s what comes to me naturally when I start writing. When I go to revise the story, I don’t have to add or delete too much dialogue. I think most of my stories tend to be driven by dialogue and that’s what most people comment about in my fics. I feel like I am better at showing who a character is through dialogue than other things.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Prose. I struggle so much with how much to write. Is it too much that it’s distracting? Is it too little and no one can get immersed in the story? I also tend to go on tangents with little stories that I have to figure out if it benefits or hurts the story in any way.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I’ve never done it before. If I were to do it, I would probably have the character speak in the language and work on making sure any dialogue tags and responses from other characters help a reader who only speaks English understand what is being said without having to Google translate it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior Cats. In elementary school, my friend and I would pass a folded up piece of paper. One of us would draw our OC saying/doing something and then the other would respond. There was nothing pre-planned, we just made it up as we went. We actually finished one and I got my dad to photocopy it so my friend and I could have it saved digitally and they could print it off.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

How could you do this to me???? I love so many of them for so many reasons. I love all my fics!!! (okay that’s a lie. But shhhh). I can’t pick one for my favorite of All Time, so I’ll pick one that’s special to me at the moment:I Fell For You. It was so self-indulgent and I loved trying to figure out how George would respond to the situation in the original Twin Pines timeline.

I'll tag @measuresderepo and anyone else who wants to join. (I'm so serious. If I haven't tagged you and you wanna do it, DO IT. Even if we have never interacted or anything. Go off)

#tag game #writing tag game

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catawampuscorner · 3 years

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My big mission in life is to tell as many people as possible about the National Aquarium of Aotearoa/New Zealand’s Penguin of the Month program. It’s pretty much what it says on the tin: Every month, one penguin is named Good Penguin and lauded for their exemplary behaviour, and another is named Naughty Penguin and lovingly shamed for being a rascal and a menace.

It other words, it’s PEAK Domino twins.

I love an eighties-style fashion montage so I’m always open to putting the babies in different onesies, but I also try to give each one a “permanent” onesie because that makes them easier to draw in bigger projects like comics and group shots. I’ve been putting off doing the Domino twins because I was waiting for the perfect idea to come to me.

And it eventually did...via Howzer! I drew him as a kororā (aka little blue/fairy blue penguin) a few weeks ago and, about two days after posting, realised that I wanted to give the kororā onesie to Fives and TCW-era Echo instead. Kororā are cute and charming and blue and perfect. Just like Fives and Echo.

(As for Howzer? I like him best as a semi-aquatic egg-laying mammal of action.)

Baby clones in animal onesies are available as stickers, buttons, and other fun things on Redbubble!

More baby clones in animal onesies here

#fives is truly the mr mac of the 501st #(if you know you know)#(and if you don't know i encourage you to find out cos it's ADORABLE)#cat art #baby clones #baby clones in animal onesies #domino twins #onesie au #fives #echo #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #sw tcw #the bad batch #tbb #arc twins

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hi jade may i request adopting a kitten with peter pls🥺 maybe like peter found a cute kitty on the way home after patrol and he wants to keep it or whatever its up to you :))

hi thank u for your request! hope this is ok <3

"Don't be mad," Peter says quickly.

You flinch where you're on the sofa, the bowl of tortilla chips balanced on your chest toppling over and scattering on the floor. You're too distracted to worry over them, knees sinking into the cushions as you straighten up to find him.

There he is, at the window, fully suited up and-

"Peter. Is that a cat?"

"A kitten."

"Oh my god."

The kitten is soaking wet and cradled to his chest in one arm. He pulls his mask off, looking sheepish and too pretty underneath it. You know that he knows he'll get his way with his face alone, so you pin your eyes on the poor small animal instead, seemingly asleep.

"Where'd you find him?" you ask, hands braced on the back of the sofa.

Peter walks forward until you're close enough to touch, dropping his mask beside you and leaning down carefully to kiss your cheek.

You half despise him for it.

"Peter," you say, gooey soft, chiding, "I can't take care of a kitten. I'm too busy."

"I'll take care of him, you won't have to worry."

You wince. At least he's honest with his intentions.

"Him," you sigh.

"Well, I think so. Can't tell and don't want to look, but I'll assume."

You get up and leave, careful not to trod on your mess of overturned chips. He says your name worriedly and you sigh, though he's quick to follow you into the bathroom. You turn back to him with a towel in your hand and offer it to him.

He smiles in thanks, sickly sweet, so happy it makes your chest ache. "Thank you," he says.

He wraps the towel around the kitten and you stare at its dark fur, it's small, slitted eyes.

"Will he be okay?" you murmur, brushing the kittens whiskers gently with your finger.

He sneezes. Peter cooes, looking positively molten.

"Oh, Pete. You're a hopeless case."

"I'm a hopeless case," he agrees, rubbing the kittens wet fur with a corner of plush white towel.

"I'm gonna go clean up my mess."

"Don't, doll, please. It's my fault. I scared you, I'll clean it up. You wanna keep this little guy warm for me?"

He passes you the bundle of fur slowly. You accept him, gazing down at the less-wet cat with something akin to reluctant doting.

"It's really not personal," you whisper, listening to Peter's nearly silent footing and then the clatter of the vacuum cleaner. "It's not that you're not adorable, 'cos you are. But I can't even take care of myself, let alone you."

The vacuum cleaner turns on. Now you know Peter can't hear you, you admit, "Peter takes care of me. I know he'll take care of you."

The kitten sneezes again. You tuck the towel around him and wander into your kitchen for something to give him. You scrounge the cupboards for a tin of freshwater tuna and struggle with the pull tab one handed, opening it with a spoon. You take a little bit of tuna onto the spoon and hold it out to the small cat until his tiny pink tongue pokes out to try it.

The vacuum cleaner goes quiet. Peter appears minutes later with his suit pulled off in his boxers alone.

"His eyes are open!" Peter cheers.

He scoops him back out of your arms and takes the spoon, encouraging his new pet with mumbled praise. "Good job, buddy… good job."

He looks up at you with an inordinate amount of glee. You smile at him. "Peter," you murmur, almost whining, annoyed and endeared that he's gotten his way once again.

He drops the spoon and wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his naked chest.

You glare at the kitten without any real malice.

"I love you," he says into your hair.

"You talking to me or the cat?"

"Definitely you," he says, laughing.

"Just checking."

"Maybe a little bit the cat. Or a lot. Both of you, baby, I promise."

You grumble.

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skeltnwrites · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne x Gamer/Streamer!Reader Headcanons

A/N: So I really love this idea and kind of want to expand on this concept?? maybe just something small?? a blurb perhaps?? Idk we'll see

He absolutely buys you an expensive gaming setup and puts it in the Batcave so he can work close to you

Even helps you build the PC

When he realizes how comfy your gaming chair is, he orders one for his desk

Often trudges over to your nook after a stressful night as Batman and tugs on your arm until you trade spots just for him to pull you back down onto his lap so he can hold you and lazily watch while you play

He thinks your gaming headphones are adorable on you and would look just as cute when he tries them on

Would ask who you're talking to on your headphones so you offer to let him listen. When he hears the chaotic scramble of voices talking over each other through the headphones he is shocked that you play listening to that.

When he plays in a public lobby for the first time he asks you to turn voice chat off because it's distracting. He is also very worried that they will know who he is.

It would be hard for him to adjust to a controller or keyboard

“This is a lot harder than beating up people in real life.”

Buys you all the newly released games, even if you never mentioned wanting them

Would bring you snacks and water if you've been playing for a while

You'd have to encourage each other to take breaks and naps when it came to his life as a vigilante and your gaming habits

I think he'd be pretty amazed at your skill levels and dedication to games as he gets bored pretty quickly

It would take a lot of convincing to get him to play anything

Very worried about the morality of some of your more violent games, "Why can't I just stun them?? I don't want to kill them!!"

Doesn't get visibly frustrated or angry that often but you can tell he's had it with a game when he starts huffing and grumbling about it being "unrealistic"

You'd secretly switch it to the easiest setting if he's struggling a lot

When playing co-op games together he allows you to take the lead, but once he gets the hang of it he gets rather confident and would develop strategies and plans to complete your goals

He's surprisingly good at Mario Kart (you're convinced it's because of his practice driving the batmobile)

He always plays as Shy-Guy and gets very competitive but usually lets you win at the last second

But the trash talk starts when you start throwing red shells at each other, this eventually escalates to sabotage by covering each other's eyes or tickling each other until one of you falls out of your chair

Would really appreciate chill games like animal crossing or slime rancher

He'd be very good at puzzle games and it would be hard to find ones that actually challenge him

Not a fan of VR, the first time he played resulted in him ramming his knee into a desk and tripping over the cords on the floor after getting motion sick

You cannot persuade this man to play horror games, he doesn’t even enjoy watching them, but he sees a lot of scary stuff while prowling the streets of Gotham and it makes sense that he doesn’t want to deal with more stress when he comes home

If you stream, he refuses to join while you are live

One time, he nearly walked on camera during a stream while in full Batman getup because he didn't realize you were live. Afterward, you had to rearrange your setup and install a light to let Bruce know if you were live or not.

If you had a large fanbase, there would be lots of theories about if and who you are in a relationship with. They started when Bruce had brought you a snack while streaming but didn't pop into the frame. You did not acknowledge the constant questions about your love life in respect of Bruce's wish for privacy.

They all go crazy when it becomes public information that one of the richest men in Gotham is dating a famous streamer

If you somehow manage to get him to join you for a stream, he's very quiet and spends most of the time scanning chat but never answers any of their questions

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stcveskent · 3 years

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their little miracle; chris evans

pairings: chris evans x reader

warnings: fluff and a bit of swearing

request on wattpad

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its been 8 months,since you heard that you would be giving a little miracle of yours and chris, soon. You still remember the day when both of you saw the baby for yhe first time, as it moved around your belly.

you remember how Chris held your hand when he saw your baby, and said, "it's ours" while crying, you remember the day when he found out it was a baby girl, and he was so happy, and when he told his family about it, they were crying too, because their son's dream came true. Since then he never left your side. Well, he haven't announced it on the internet too . He used to talk to your baby, late at nights, when she won't let you sleep, by endless kickings.

"Hey honey, don't do that to Mama." He says, slowly, and calmly as you laid down next to him, and his hands on your belly rubbing it gently.

"I won't leave your side, y/n." He whispered softly and kissed you. During those times, when Chris got intimate with you, for eg, he would kiss you more often, and lay next to you all the time, hold your hands all the time, you used to blush alot, as if it was a school crush, you could say it was the hormones.

"i love you so much." He says and you smile.

"I love you too and more." You reply and he wraps his arm around you, and kiss your head, and then you gasped as soon as your baby kicks you, because you were giving all the attention to her daddy and not her and even daddy didn't give her attention.

"alright baby, i love you too." He says as he keeps a hand on your belly and you laughed at how your daughter already had control over her Dad, even before her birth.

your smile grew wider, as all those thoughts came to your mind, and Chris noticed how you were smiling, and thinking about some things. He smiled looking at how adorable you looked.

"what're you smiling at, sweetheart." He asks as he comes closer, and kisses you gently.

"thinking of how our girl, already has control over her dad." He smiles as he heard you, it was a very different feeling for both of you.

"Well, trust me, the queen has more control than the princess." He says referring to you and you roll your eyes.

"oh stop!" You said as both of you chuckled, just then, to ruin the moment his phone rang. He groaned, and you laughed at him.

"Always messing up my moments, with my queen." He said, and you blushed at how he made you feel so good.

"Chris, i'm sorry to call you now." His manager spoke, as chris answered.

"No its fine, Joshua? what did you need?" He replied.

"Well, the agency has been calling up alot, for your photo shoot, and i tried to decline it, because you wanted to stay with your wife, but they aren't listening , and said you're their hope."

"alright fine! I'll do it."

"ah thank god!! I'll arrange the dates and timing and inform you."

"Alright!" Chris says as he ends the conversation and looks at you, smiling.

"What's wrong?" You asked

"I have to stay away from you for a couple of hours."

"and what would be the reason?" You asked as he sits next to you and pull you closer to him, and you put your head on his shoulder.

"There's this photo shoot they need me to do it and I honestly don't wanna stay away from you, even if its for a couple of hours, you're now close to your date, I can't just leave you here all alone, when you'd need me." He spoke.

"Chris, i'll be fine, you're worrying too much, babe. I can manage on my own, honey!"

"I know you can, i just don't want to be away from you and our daughter." You smiled as he said that, how your daughter's and his bond was so strong.

"babe!!" You squeeled and hugged him and he kissed you multiple times. Just then the phone rings and he groans again.

"Its the agency, i'll have to take it, i'm so sorry!!"

"Its fine, honey." You said and he answered the call, going into the living room to talk while you watched some TV

"Thank you so much, Chris for joining us!" He said and chris smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine!"

"Is there any arrangements we can do for you?" Just as those words left his mouth, he smiles thinking of an idea.

"Yes! Could i get my wife with me? I want her to be next to me."

"Ofcourse sir! It's our pleasure to have her with us, and we can have some couple photoshoot too!"

"Thank you! See you, soon!" He says and walks to you.

Chris comes back to you and tells you that he's made arrangements for you to come with me, you denied at first but he made you to agree to it, typical christopher and then the day comes when you had to go with him. You were nervous about something which he had completely forgot about. Announcing about your little miracle.

As soon as both of you entered, the photographers welcomed you both so warmly, and as expected they were shocked by the news, and they were happy for both of you.

As soon as chris finished his part of the work, you two had to pose together, it was all cute with him, and then the photographer requested that you should have a photo or two of your own with your bump and Chris happily agreed to it.

Just after you completed your work, you told Chris, that now seems to be the right time to tell everyone about it. No , only family and some of his close friends knew about this, so he was just concerned about how his fans and co workers would annouce, but you knew things would fall back into a perfect position.

"I posted it." He said and breathed.

"i did too!" You said and smiled.

Just a second later, yours and his phone were filled with notifications, hundreds to thousands, and all were really happy about it, because all of them understood that this was Chris's dream and you could only turn into his reality.

a week or two has passed, Chris had to go through a lot of press , and interviews where the main interest was your pregnancy. As you waited for him to get over with the last interview for the month, and after that he promised he'd take a break, he comes to you.

"How was it?" You asked as he kissed you and sat next to you.

"It was good, i was happy to tell them, how you made me happy, and they obviously wanted you, but i said you were resting."

"Thank you —*gasps* oh shit!" You said and his eyes came out if his eye sockets.

"Baby what happened?!"

"She's coming omg!! My water broke!!!" You said and he panicked, he was roaming around the house finding the baby bag, and you felt contractions, which were going on for a day which you tried to ignore.

"Chris where the fuck are you?!" You yelled, as the contractions hit you again.

"I found it!! Let's go." He said as he helped you get up and rush you to the hospital, through out the ride he didn't leave your hand, and just made you breathe, but it was true, when you're about to give birth, your temper loses, and poor Chris had to listen.

Now you were in the waiting room, with him and yours and his family started to visit you both.

"Hey!" Your mom said and rushed to hug you as you breathed.

"Hey Mom! I'm good? Are you?" You asked and she laughed at you.

"I know, the temper, i gave birth to three kids!" She said and hugged Chris, and he chuckled and stopped as soon as you gave him a death glare.

"come on! my little girl needs a break, how are you feeling honey?" Your dad says and you roll your eyes.

"P A I N!" You said and then your siblings laugh at you.

"Y/n , for real, you need to calm down, also guess what i already have done half of the preparations for my niece!!" your brother says while your sister argues with him that it was she who did it, and that made you laugh, and Chris smile looking at you.

His mother stayed longer with you but then you told her to go, because she looked tired, and she agreed, time passed and you were ready to deliver the baby, Chris started to breathe heavily, he was nervous, more than you.

"Its gonna be fine, babe!" You said and he nods

"I'll be next to you the whole time." He says and you nod.

Slowly the doctors start to give you instructions to how to push till they count till 10 and you agree to it, clearly understanding their instructions.

"Push!" They said and you pushed while your groaned and your grip on chris's hand tightened.

"You're doing amazing honey!" He encouraged and honestly, that made you stay strong till the end.

Just few more pushes later, the cries of your baby girl were heard and you sighed as both of you burts into tears. They laid your little miracle on top of you as Chris adored both of you, he starts to wipe his tears, and the doctor takes your little girl away.

"No where are you taking her!" Chris says and you chuckled at him.

"they're cleaning her, she'll be back soon, with us." You said and he looked at you with a smile.

"You did so good today!" he says and you smiled at him.

"It wasn't possible without you." You said and he shook his head.

"You're the most strongest women i've ever seen, and how beautiful you look today! Your glowing baby!" He says and you laugh as he pressed his lips onto yours in a sweet and filled with love kiss.

"I love you so much." He says

"I love you more!" You reply and they bring the baby back to you, and Chris holds her, tears falling from his eyes, as he met his daughter.

"She's so beautiful just like her Mama!" He says and you feel your tears falling.

"Daddy loves you and your Mama so much! He'll do everything to protect both of you!" He says as he holds her in his arms and kisses her multiple times on her head.

"Okay now, Mama also needs attention!" You said and he laughed and kissed you again, and just then you met your family, already waiting and excited to greet their grand child, neice and goddaughter.

Yours and Chris's mother couldn't hold back tears and were crying with joy, while Scott hugged you and cried and you were crying because he was crying , which made everyone laugh and later Scott Shanna, Carly and your siblings already started giving suggestions for the baby names for your little miracle.

It was the best day of your life, you for the first time witnessed how one life can bring so much happiness to so many people, and you were only concerned about your husband, who was on cloud 9 because of his happiness and you couldn't stop smiling because of him. You won't be able to forget this day ever!

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done with your request!!hope you liked it❤️

also, but Daddy!Chris is making me cry😭😭

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pjisskullourful · 3 years

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. . . . . ╰──╮𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙╭──╯ . . . . .

🏳️‍🌈Damiano X Ethan X reader

part 2/3 [catch up on part1]

NSFW! 🔥 filthy smutterific smut

° Damiano David & Ethan Torchio & female reader insert [throuple style]

° you spend more time with Damiano & Ethan, having fun & beginning to develop feelings

word count: 7,241

° requested by @superchrystaldrug 💋 far too encouraging of me & shoutout to @dreaded-earth-witch 💋 thankyou for your super sweet words after part1 & shoutout to my pal john who i stole the Simba story from 😝 cos word for word his messy ass did that to a guy once!

You pushed open the door to your balcony, stepping out into the morning sun. You approached the vaping figure sitting on the concrete, furrowing your brow as you considered him. "Ladies room, right?"

Damiano turned to you, mirroring your thoughtful expression. "Yeah, I think that's where I saw you."

"Oh, right." You said.

Then he smirked at you, tongue peeking out from between his teeth. You giggled, feeling a flutter in your stomach.

"Hi."

"Good morning avida."

"Oh is that my name now?" You asked, reaching your foot out to stroke his exposed thigh.

"If the label fits…"

He was wearing only his underwear, his face bore the smudges of his ruined makeup. Your vape was in his hand and a teacup rested by his knee.

You had no idea how long he had been out here as you had just woken up, beside Ethan in your bed. You had detangled your limbs from his, not needing to search long to find the third member of your slumber party.

"I met Elena, she helped me find the tea." He said. "And she had enough class to not ask any leading questions or mention hearing anything from last night."

You lowered yourself down to the ground alongside him. "Yeah, she usually doesn't hear anything 'cause our rooms aren't actually that close together. Thank God, I hate having quiet sex." You took your vape from his hand and had your first hit. "Last night was, oh my God- it was so much fuckin' fun. I mean, I've never… not with two boys before."

"Well we've never…"

You tilted your head. "Oh?"

"With a third before."

You nodded. "Oh."

"Yes, yes, we've slept together, a lot." He said with a smile.

"But no dating?"

"He doesn't want to date me, he has made that very clear." He had become very interested in inspecting the state of his black nail polish. "He doesn't see us as compatible 'cause he is definitely queer, most assuredly, he is pansexual. And I'm… I don't even know."

"A slut?" You offered.

"Right."

You could see a change in his appearance, some of that sexy bravado involuntarily falling away. This was clearly not the time to be joking to lighten the mood. "But you would date him if you could?"

"Of course, are you kidding? If he would let me, I would just adore him - cook for him, brush his hair, suck his cock, write songs about him and tell him how fucking hot he is."

You were nodding along, all of these ideas sounded great to you - lovely things you would gladly do for him or Ethan. "You should do all of that…"

He shook his head, taking a sip of tea. “Um no, he doesn’t want that.” You scooted closer, it would have been impossible to not notice how he was suddenly unable to maintain eye contact. “He doesn’t want me in that way, ‘cause he’s been hurt in the past. He’s been involved with the wrong guys - guys who lied and said they were out, but then they’d hide him away, like literally not let him post anything online that could link them together and treat him like a dirty, shameful secret.

“Or he’d have a fuckboy tell him that he wanted an exclusive, serious relationship. But then, sorpresa - they’re fucking, like, 20 other people behind his back. Or else they were just experimenting and they’d get bored and ghost him.”

Your stomach twisted. “Are you serious?”

“He just hadn’t been appreciated the way he should be, so I understand his trepidation. I understand that it’s easier to be friends. He doesn’t need to date some amateur who doesn’t know the first thing about Stonewall, or who had to Google what pansexual actually means.”

“You’re saying that you’re too straight for him?”

“He thinks so, you should’ve seen how disappointed he was when I said that I’d never seen Priscilla.” He exhaled a cloud of smoke with a shrug. His lips formed a half-smile, which had absolutely no impact on the rest of his features. “We just work better as friends with benefits, I don’t want him to feel like he has to educate me on how to be a queer man, that’s not his responsibility.”

You moved closer to him again - thinking about putting yourself in his lap, thinking about kissing all of those sad expressions off of his face. “I think he’d be lucky to have you. And the world at large would be lucky to have such an outrageously attractive couple.”

At that, his smile gained some ease. “Ah, sorry to get all deep on you. You literally just woke up and I’m, like, info-dumping so much shit. That’s not how it’s supposed to go with a one night stand…”

You nodded stiffly - you had noted this as well. If any of your trysts had stayed overnight, there had been no deep and meaningful conversations the next morning. You had learnt of a woman named Angela’s food allergies when you offered to buy her breakfast. But there had been times when you didn’t know the last name of your brief houseguests.

But what you had experienced with Damiano and Ethan was so unprecedented, so unique that surely it deserved a brand new category. You didn’t want it to follow the same pattern of your other one night stands, not when it already felt like so much more.

“One night stand.” You repeated, ready (unwillingly so) to pull the plug on any attachments at the first hint of him heading for the door.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve got freetime, if you’re not sick of me, if I didn’t bite you too much last night…”

You smiled. “You can bite me more, I’d be perfectly happy if you wanted to totally consume me.”

“Oh, would you just?” He asked, an eyebrow arched.

You placed yourself in his lap, facing him with your legs around him. You played with his long hair, twirling it around your fingers as you licked your lips.

“Call me your greedy girl again.”

He responded by putting his hand to the back of your head, immediately closing some of your hair into his fist. He tugged, causing you to turn your face skyward.

“You have to earn that.” He said into the tensed skin of your throat, letting you feel a brief graze of his teeth.

You purred, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes Daddy.”

His lips began to ravage your neck, hungrily dancing over as much of the skin as possible. Your hands went to his shoulders as you rolled your hips into his.

He reached for the lapel of your satin dressing gown and pushed it open, enough to expose your bare breasts. You forgot to care about the proximity of the neighbouring balconies - such things didn’t matter when you could feel the beginning of his excitement pushing against the fabric of his underwear.

“You…” He had loosened the tie of the robe. “...are not wearing…” His eyes had widened, looking slightly transfixed by your body. “...anything under here. What a naughty girl.”

“I don’t see the point of putting panties on while the two of you are around, ‘cause you’d have me ruining them in, like, seconds.”

He smiled, looking like he was going to chuckle or moan. “You are filthy. I wanna stick around and see what kind of trouble me and you could get into.”

“Good, ‘cause I like you Damiano. I like talking to you, I like watching you work the pole, I like fucking you.”

Beneath the satin fabric, he ran his hands up your back, bringing your chest flush to his. Your mouth went to his, lips working against one another as the charge of intense passion moved through your body.

You thought about letting him have you right here and now, disregarding the lack of privacy.

And maybe you would have gone through with it - if not for your concentration being broken by a loud car alarm beginning to blare down on the street.

You broke apart from one another, breathlessly smiling. You remained in his embrace.

“We should wake Ethan up.” He said.

“Yeah, let’s do that. How?”

“Coffee.”

“Oh, a rational man after my own heart.” You brought the robe shut again and fixed the tie before standing up.

“Give me a few minutes to finish my tea and calm down a bit…” He said, a raised eyebrow adding extra emphasis to his innuendo. “And I’ll be right with you.”

………

“Really? Jalapeños, that was the best you could do?” Ethan asked, a look of distaste on his face.

He was yet to leave your bed, the coffee had failed to motivate such movements. Instead of trying to pull him out of the comfort, you and Damiano had gotten back into bed, once he had gotten another cup of tea. It was Sunday morning after all.

Ethan was entirely too easy to cuddle with, there wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t comfortable to lie against. And Damiano fit so perfectly between your legs, inflicting playful pinches when he didn’t have any clever retorts.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t have my rolodex of perfect panty-melting pickup lines on hand.” Damiano said. “I guess I let the team down.”

“Hang on, panty-melting pickup lines? Well, I have to hear one of those.” Ethan said.

You raised a warning finger in Damiano’s direction. “You’re not allowed to steal mine.”

Ethan looked at you with a smile. “What was yours?”

You giggled, shrugging. “Nice shoes, wanna fuck?”

“Well, while that does have a certain…” He paused, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Sophistication.” You met Damiano’s eye and made a funny face. “You have an advantage that I believe you’re over-looking, in that you are an attractive woman and so you could speak total gibberish but end it with a hair flip and you would not go home alone.”

You sat forward, jostling Damiano’s arm. “That’s what I was tryin’ to tell him last night. Do you think that you or he don’t have the same advantage?”

“Well…”

“Very flattering, thank you.” Ethan said.

“I want you to try right now, hit me with the opposite of a panty-melter and just try to turn me off.” You said.

Damiano was the first to take this challenge, clearing his throat and placing his teacup aside in preparation. “Did you just fart?”

Ethan looked up at the roof. “Jesus, forgive him, please.”

“‘Cause you blew me away.” Damiano said, winking and sticking his tongue out.

You laughed, covering your mouth. “And still, I would blow you.” He blew a kiss in your direction, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Okay, how ‘bout this? If you were a booger, I’d pick you.” Ethan said, looking deeply into your eyes and not breaking his serious façade until you started laughing.

“I hated every second of that.” Damiano said. “Look, let me redeem this and give you one of my platinum…” He brought his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, performing a loud chef’s kiss. “...panty-melting pickup lines.”

You gasped excitedly and grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s happening. Write this down.” He spread his hand out and mimed writing onto his palm.

“Was your mother a beaver?” Damiano asked and you fought back a chuckle as Ethan clung to your arm for support. “‘Cause dam.”

Ethan burst out laughing, falling back. Meanwhile you sprung forward, throwing your arms around Damiano and covering his face in enthusiastic kisses. You had come at him with all of your body weight, knocking him back onto the mattress.

“Take me now.” You shouted. “I have never been so aroused in my whole life. Mmm!” You made a comically loud moan, worthy of a porn star.

You felt your robe lifted from your ass and Ethan accessed a better view. “I think it worked Daddy, I’m not seeing any panties here, you melted them away. Platinum line, indeed.”

Damiano laughed, applying both hands to your ass in a firm spank. “Tell ‘im the real reason he isn't seeing any panties, avida.”

You squirmed and clapped a hand over his mouth. “You talk so much.”

You sat up and pushed your hair off of your warm face. Ethan took his chance to grab you, snaking his arms around your middle and pulling you back into his embrace. “What’s the story baby?”

You hummed, feeling an embarrassed blush in your cheeks. “I dunno, I may have…” You giggled, looking down from Damiano’s penetrative stare. “I may have said that there wasn’t any reason for me to put on underwear, ‘cause with you boys around, I would ruin them too fast.”

“Oh, is that a fact?” Ethan asked.

He ran his hand down your front, caressing your bare skin. You whimpered at his first stroke across your cunt. He explored down, fingers discovering the wetness coming directly from your entrance. You wanted him instantly inside of you, but he didn’t go any deeper.

“Yeah, I can see how that would probably dirty your panties quick.” He said, removing his hand altogether and held up his glistening fingers for Damiano to see.

He took Ethan’s hand, bringing it towards his mouth. His eyes were locked, unblinking, onto Ethan’s face. Slowly Damiano opened his mouth, unrolling his tongue. He lapped up the moisture then curled his tongue around the digits, to draw them into his mouth. He swallowed them in and you were impressed by the strength of his gag reflex. You could feel how hard Ethan had become, his breathing was heavy by your ear.

“Fuck…” Damiano’s hands went to your knees and he pushed them apart. “I have to taste you properly.”

You held tightly onto Ethan’s arm that was secured around you, trying to brace yourself. “God, yes. I was hoping I’d get fucked again.”

“Greedy, greedy, greedy girl.” Damiano said, making you quiver as he lowered his head down.

He parted your folds with his fingers, giving his tongue immediate access to your clit. You held onto Ethan tighter, ready to quickly ride Damiano’s tongue to your spectacular release.

Ethan began to kiss you but you could only respond weakly, as you were so thoroughly distracted by Damiano playing with your clit.

He took his time, really allowing his tongue to explore and test the sensitivity of your clitoral hood. He bumped it with his nose, making you twitch. He applied his lips to it, in a series of soft, barely-there kisses, making you whine. He sucked the bud into his mouth, sucking on it and twirling his tongue around it, making you moan.

His long hair tickled the insides of your tensed thighs. Ethan’s hardness was becoming more present with each passing second.

“Actually…” Damiano sat up and you huffed, feeling a twinge of frustration. “I have a better idea.”

You and Ethan watched in silence as Damiano repositioned on the bed, tossing the box of condoms at Ethan in the process. Damiano placed his head on a pillow and stretched out, lying flat on his back.

“Avida, you, here.” He said, pointing to his mouth. “Come and take a seat right here.”

Instantly you started to move forward, grinning, absolutely thrilled by the offer alone.

“And you, love.” He said, sticking one leg straight up into the air. “Right here.”

While Ethan sheathed his erection, you made a decision to not face the wall as you mounted Damiano’s face. You positioned yourself to allow you to watch Ethan at work.

Again, Damiano took his time to warm you up, letting your arousal dance across his tongue, without penetrating you. You could already feel yourself losing your breath, this teasing pushing you to a higher level. You put your hands to his stomach to steady yourself as your body writhed in search of the rhythm you needed.

“Fuck.” He gasped, falling away from your cunt for a moment.

You lifted your eyes to see that this was in response to Ethan penetrating him. You felt a fire burst to life in the depths of your gut and you were mesmerized by the poetry their bodies created.

Ethan had one of Damiano’s legs in his grasp, holding it against him in order to gain the best angle into Damiano’s tight hole. Muscles rippling, Ethan manipulated the other man’s body to suit his need. The foot that rested by Ethan’s shoulder looked to be shaking slightly.

When Ethan looked up, he reached for you straight away. With his hand at the back of your neck, you leant forward to kiss him. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, bringing a moan from your throat.

This only got louder when Damiano returned his mouth to your needy cunt. He put his tongue to your clitoris, applying a pressure to it, letting it pulse against his tongue.

He began to roll his tongue over the bud, producing more hot, wet excitement. You sank into this rhythm, rocking forward, increasing the friction. You thought back to your earlier request for him to completely consume you and you grinded down harder against his divine mouth.

More momentum was added to his movements when Ethan started to rut into him. The speed and force kicked up another notch, the three of you finding an unstable way of working together. One wrong move could throw all of you off this rhythm, but if you succeeded - you anticipated an Earth-shattering orgasm.

Your mouth left Ethan’s as you threw your head back, crying out. Damiano had plunged his fingers into your cunt (you weren’t sure how many - but you were stretched too wide for it to be a single digit). He was so deep so fast that you felt your world stop for a moment.

Ethan applied his lips to your neck and you clung to him through the overwhelming sensations that came from Damiano’s fingers pumping within you. He was hitting so close to your g-spot, keeping you gasping, even when his lips failed to smother your clit.

“Yes, oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me just like that, yes. Yes, yes, oh Daddy.”

“I’m gonna come.” Damiano proclaimed.

And it would have been impossible to not notice how erratic his movements had become. He was in a frenzy, chasing his finish relentlessly. And Ethan let him have it all, his pacing consistent as he fucked Damiano over the edge.

Acting according to your new pet-name, you locked your hand around Damiano’s wrist, determined to ride his fingers to your own climax. He kept his fingers inside of you, no longer thrusting up the tight opening. He concentrated on your deepest part, curling up to hit your g-spot then relaxing before curling with power again - his movements completely unpredictable.

“Fuckin’- ah. Fuck.” He stammered. “Unf.”

He spasmed into his orgasm, making the most erotic moan you had ever heard. High-pitched, long, barely restrained - the sound of it causing more drips down your thighs.

It only took a few more rolls upon his magic fingers until the dam within you burst. Twitching, you slumped forward and you heard Damiano moaning again. This time, the noise was over sooner - quickly becoming muffled when he put his mouth back to your pussy. He lapped up all of the cum he had gotten out of you, leaving you unstuck from time, whimpering.

You were still twitching when you climbed off of him, collapsing onto the bed.

You opened your eyes when you heard Ethan’s ragged breathing. A look of serious concentration on his face as he continued to rail Damiano.

Damiano’s expression was one of pure ecstasy. He had lifted himself up slightly, a hand on Ethan’s ass as the other went to his throat.

“Yes, love, yes, own my fuckin’ ass. Use me baby.” Damiano coached, with Ethan just moaning in response.

When Ethan did come (springing into his partner a couple more times, with such power that the bed’s headboard knocked into the wall), it wasn’t easy to determine who was more excited by this. Damiano continued to encourage, a gigantic smile on his face.

Ethan fell back, his legs detangling from Damiano’s and he tried to catch his breath. Damiano moved up to sit beside him, a hand on his cheek.

“Open your mouth, love.”

Not opening his eyes, Ethan did as instructed. Damiano looked back to make sure you were watching before hovering over the drummer. You bit your finger when you saw a large droplet of spit falling from Damiano’s mouth as he strived to share the taste of your orgasm with Ethan.

It looked sexy and had a promising beginning, with the liquid landing on Ethan’s awaiting tongue.

But then Damiano swayed and soon he was drooling on Ethan’s nose. Ethan yelled and pushed the other man away when some saliva landed on his shut eyelid.

“Ugh, your aim sucks.”

Damiano scooted up the mattress, sitting alongside you. “Says the guy who jizzed on my forehead the first time I sucked him off.”

Ethan sat up, wiping the back of his hand over his face. “You said that was hot.”

“It was.” Damiano said and you put an arm around him, resting your head on his chest. “Until you put your thumb in it and smeared it across my forehead…” He demonstrated by drawing a semi-circle in the air with his thumb. “So you could recreate the start of Lion King and say Simba…”

You giggled while Ethan flipped his middle finger into the air. But this pouting didn’t last for long - soon he had snuggled in at Damiano’s side, giving him a few kisses on the cheek. He rested his head on Damiano’s shoulder, holding his hand.

“I, um…” You cleared your throat and pushed your nerves aside. “Please don't feel obligated if this isn't what you guys are looking for, but I just, I would regret not saying anything. I don't want this to be a one night stand. I have had the most fun and it's not just the sex, I wanna hang out with you and I wanna listen to more of your music and I wanna hear more of your stories and I would really like to get to know you more." You said, before immediately rushing to say more when more than a millisecond of silence passed. "But there's no pressure. But I'll always make sure I have lots of gum."

"Aw, sweet thing…" Damiano put his hand to your cheek, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb. "You don't need to worry so much. And I don't mean to speak for Ethan here, but what I said to you before, I meant it, I wanna see what kind of trouble me and you could get into."

"Yeah, you're, like, super easy to talk to and also, you're hot, so…" Ethan said. "I'd love to see more of you."

You smiled. "But all three of us together again, right?" Looking at the way they fit so perfectly together, and thinking back to Damiano's passionate words about his bandmate, you didn't want to entertain the thought of separating them or getting between them in any shape or form.

"This guy, really?" Damiano asked, pulling a face of exaggerated distaste. "You really wanna see more of his face?"

"Shut up, you love my face. I've seen your phone's lockscreen."

"When you send me smokin' hot selfies, what am I supposed to do? Not save them?" Damiano asked. "And I love more than your face."

………

Gay baes - the three person group chat was lit up with notifications when you stepped into the elevator. You hit the button for your floor and held your wet shoes at arm's length, grateful to avoid the judgments of another person in the elevator. Rinsing the sneakers hadn’t been enough to kill the smell from having a stranger vomit on your shoes and you envisioned the icky feeling from that bus ride wouldn’t be dispelled as easily as taking a shower.

But this day could still be saved and you were filled with hope when you saw that you had received messages from both Ethan and Damiano.

But it wasn’t good news - Måneskin were in the recording studio again tonight and so you wouldn’t be able to hang out with them. They were apologetic and promised to send you Snapchats. They agreed to a video call once the session was over. Until then, you would have to find your own way to ease this tension from your workday.

It had been four days since you had last seen them - four days of sometimes explicit messages and feeling a growing attachment to both of them.

You had been the one to give the group the title gay baes, thinking it was cute.

Ethan had been the first to respond, is that the name we’re going with? Worried, you had rushed to type back, is using bae too cringe for you? Damiano had defended your idea, what’s wrong with it? It rhymes. It’s cute.

Ethan had provided an elaboration, I don’t mind it, but are you okay with that label Dam? I’ve never really seen you identify as gay before…

You had blinked at your phone, dumbfounded. You assumed it was a joke, surely Ethan didn’t see how Damiano treated him and only saw this as a light-hearted infatuation with an end goal of friendship.

I identify as your puppy, Damiano wrote back. Down boy, had been Ethan’s response.

All of the evidence you had been able to gather, led you directly to the conclusion that Damiano was in love with Ethan. If Damiano had a chance to - he would send you a cute photo of Ethan, with very sweet captions. You had received Snapchats from Damiano that described Ethan as a dream boy or the sexiest man on the planet or simply captioned with a series of heart-eye emojis. It melted your heart to see.

But there were plenty of messages that kept your attention firmly on Damiano. Flesh-baring pictures had led to increasingly dirty talk, until it felt like your whole body was aching for him.

It hadn’t been enough to tell him how horny you were. You had taken off your panties and taken a photo of the wet patch darkening your underwear. You typed, what’s your address? I wanna send Daddy a gift. His response came through quickly - a closeup of his tongue, with the caption, you can put Daddy’s gift right here.

You had never felt this kind of attraction before, it was so strong, dominating your thoughts shamelessly. He wanted a photo every morning for you to show him what colour underwear you were wearing. He sent you voice notes of him saying your name in a low, sensual voice - calling you avida, filthy, greedy, naughty.

You had been masturbating far more than usual. And Ethan’s incredible body was only adding fuel to the fire. He sent you mirror selfies from the gym and you would send back as many expletives as you could. Along with post-workout selfies, there were post-shower photos.

You would complain to him about being too horny to go to sleep, sending him a photo of a pillow clenched between your thighs, lamenting how that was the only thing you could hump. His response had been to send you a photo of his crotch, impressive bulge on display in his tight underwear - completed with the caption, I’ve got something better for you to hump.

You were insatiable, ready to beg either of them at a moment's notice.

But ahead of you was a night alone.

“Honey, you’re home.” Elena called from her spot on the couch, there was a game controller in her hands and you could hear continuous gunfire coming from the TV. “Hey, so you got a package, I put it up on your bed and I…” She trailed off, a confused look coming onto her face as you got closer. “What’s with the wet shoes? It literally hasn’t rained all week.”

“Oh, that’s not rain water. That’s hose water, ‘cause I had to rinse off the chunks of spew from a queasy guy on the bus.”

“What? Why are you takin’ the bus?”

“Bert needed my car.” You said, prompting an eye roll from your roommate. “I’m gonna chuck these in the dryer.”

Elena got up. “Here, let me. You should go check what’s in that delivery.”

“I wasn’t expecting anything.”

“Well, maybe it’s something from one of those new boys you’ve got.” She said, taking the shoes from your hands.

“Maybe…” You left her to it, beginning up the stairs. Your bedroom door was shut, which wasn’t usually how you left it.

You stepped in, straight away noticing a scent different from the perfume you had sprayed before leaving for work. You switched on the light, but didn’t find a delivery sachet on your bed.

“Oh hey, what’s up girl?” Ethan asked.

Both he and Damiano were relaxing on your bed. “We were gonna hide and wait for you to find us. But you have, like, no furniture…”

“Yeah, well I basically had to start over after my breakup, but I didn’t get further than a bed and a desk. I guess I never made it to Ikea.” You said.

“We should go to Ikea.” Ethan said.

“Yeah.” Damiano said before slipping into a brutish voice. “Men bring furniture, then men build furniture, get all sweaty to attract woman.”

You dumped your bag off of your shoulder. “So Elena lied then, there’s no package?”

“Well…” With one hand, Damiano gestured to Ethan’s crotch.

“Well…” Ethan repeated, putting a hand to either side of his crotch. “Maybe not in the way you were expecting, but…”

You giggled. “I would jump all over you and kiss you both, a lot. But I’ve gotta shower and get the spew smell off.”

“Spew, what happened, are you okay?” Ethan asked.

“I’m fine, it wasn’t my vomit, just some guy on the bus got sick on my shoes. Well, next to my shoes. But don’t worry, I’ll be super quick in there.” You said and shut the bedroom door.

“I don’t smell anything, here, let me have a whiff.” Damiano said, standing up.

“What? No, I’m not gonna let you sniff-test me for vomit. Are you-... oof.” Before you could turn around, your feet were lifted from the ground as he picked you up.

“I’m still not smellin’ it.” With his arms tightly around your middle, escaping was not an option. He carried you over to the bed. “Ethan?”

You cringed and shut your eyes as you awaited his verdict.

“I’m not picking up on anything.” He said and you felt a tug at the front of your pants. “But just to be on the safe side, we should probably get you out of these contaminated clothes.”

“God, he’s so smart. I never woulda thought of that.”

You were placed back on the ground. “Really? Never?”

Damiano winked at you before putting his hands to your shirt buttons, working his way down. At the same time, Ethan undid your pants.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had you in my bed.” You said, mounting Ethan where he sat.

You kissed him, full of yearning. His hands moved all over your body, rediscovering your skin. Behind you, Damiano undid the clasp of your bra, removing it. Seconds after the skin was exposed, his hands pushed forward to cup each breast. When he pinched your nipple between his fingers, you parted from Ethan with a moan..

You reached back, cradling Damiano’s head in your arm. “You’re still wearing too fuckin’ much.”

Ethan laid back and shed his black tank top. You put your hands to the fly of his jeans while behind you, Damiano shed his white sweater. You leant into him, the heat of his skin marking your own.

“I missed you Daddy.” You whispered as Ethan became preoccupied in readjusting to remove his jeans.

Damiano put his hand to the back of your head and brought a sting to your scalp by tugging on your hair. “I know baby, you’ve been sending me so many naughty things…” He kissed across your jaw. “You’re such a bad girl…” He pulled at your nipple, bringing a loud whimper out of you. “Keeping me so fuckin’ hard, with no one to help me take care of it. Such a bad, naughty, greedy girl.”

“Yes Daddy.” Your eyes were shut as your body tensed, you were ready to be consumed by his desire.

His hand went to your throat. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

Your heart felt ready to burst out of your chest and you spun around to put your arms around him. “Yes, please. Please let me be your good girl.” He placed both hands around your neck. “Let me be your good girl, Daddy.”

He applied some pressure to this area, watching how you responded, with a smile on his face. He played with your bottom lip, using his thumb. You turned your head and brought his thumb into your mouth. You reached down and started to undo his pants. His hold on your throat tightened.

“I wanna show you how good I can be.” You said, tugging his pants down.

Ethan’s hands came to your shoulders, lightly caressing your skin. Damiano looked at him and something silent passed between them, causing Damiano to release your throat.

Ethan kissed you on the cheek, easing you back. You turned your head, capturing his lips with yours. You reached for his body, running your hands over his muscles. He brought you down, lying you out on your back.

He laid down on his side, facing you, his hand gliding over your cheek. He kissed you and you wanted to float away with him. He kissed you slowly, tenderly and so romantically, letting you feel this warmth through your whole body.

Your heart was fluttering as he pulled back. You stroked your hand down his front until you could wrap your hand around his erection. You saw his Adam’s apple bounce, his eyes growing darker. You gave it a lazy stroke, feeling his length and seeing how he responded to your touch.

Your hand held him a bit tighter when you felt Damiano’s tip teasing your wet entrance. You bit into your bottom lip, increasing your pace on Ethan’s cock and watching him lose his breath. You felt your hand growing wetter and you relished every single second of it.

Before you could set into any kind of mind-blowing technique, your concentration was broken by Damiano putting his hand on your throat. Before you could turn to him, you were shocked by how quickly he was stuffed into you. You cried out, your body briefly becoming rigid.

“You gonna be a good girl?” He asked, still standing by the side of the bed. “You gonna take all of me?”

There was a moment where you weren’t sure if you could form any words, so overwhelmed by the first assertion of his power. You nodded. “Yes.”

He stroked your neck with his forefinger, a hint of the gentle lover he could be. Then he thrusted into you, his balls slapping against your ass and your gut tightened. You gasped for air, your walls fluttering around him.

Ethan’s lips on you served to bring you back from the brink of giving in. You kissed him back and readjusted your hold on him, finding the right angle for optimum mobility of your wrist.

When Damiano set his hips into his hungry, impatient pace, you did your best to match this on Ethan’s cock. This led him to dive deeper into your kiss, his tongue gaining access to your mouth. You felt him throbbing in your hand as you made sure to stimulate him from tip to base, taking none of him for granted.

He fell away from your mouth with a gasp, resting his face against your neck, panting. You could feel more sloppy excitement coming from your cunt as Damiano’s relentless rhythm teased your most sensitive parts to life.

Ethan put his lips to your nipple, sending a hit directly to your core. In your surprise, your hips jerked up, bringing Damiano closer to your g-spot. All of these sensations flooded your mind and you half-squealed, half-laughed.

“Who told you two that nipple-play is one of my biggest turn ons?” You asked, smiling.

“No one. I just really like playing with nipples.” Ethan said.

You moaned as your nipple was engulfed by the warmth of his mouth again. This made you pick up speed on his dick. He was only able to complete a few circles of his tongue around your hardened peak - then his tremors became all the more powerful. He moaned into your skin, mouth falling slack.

He had tensed then violently bucked, spilling himself on your hand and the side of your body.

You removed your hand, bringing it in front of your face. Using your tongue, you cleaned his essence from your skin, unable to keep yourself from moaning over the primal flavour. You looked over to where Damiano was watching you, faltering slightly before he increased the tempo.

You reached for the panting man beside you and grabbed his dick again. Ethan flinched and grunted, but didn’t make any attempts to avoid your grasp. You applied a couple of pumps, collecting more cum from his tip.

You slapped this liquid onto your chest, drawing straight down your front as Damiano watched, his eyes growing wide in amazement. You reached up and tapped your sticky forefinger to his lips.

You smiled, feeling some power come to you from this move. “Clean me up Daddy. I need you to clean me and make me your good girl.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement, hovering over your body and beginning to lap up Ethan’s cum. His rhythm suffered from this new angle, but he maintained his force.

You could feel your finish coming upon you, ready to shatter you. You pushed up into his thrusts, until you could feel your eyes roll back momentarily.

He finished consuming the cum that marked your body and sat up again. He flicked his hair away from his face and for the first time, you noticed the gold earrings dangling from each lobe. The intertwining chains were decorated with two pearls and you became hypnotised, watching how they swung with every movement he made.

Somehow, this made the scenario you found yourself in, even sexier.

Your orgasm began to come over you and you couldn’t help but cry out immediately. Your body was being taken over by such a great force, that was almost daunting.

You lost all self-control as he continued to push you deeper into your pleasure. You screamed for all of your failed attempts to reach this level on your own. You screamed for every muscle in your body that felt like they were snapping.

You heard one of his high-pitched moans, but then the world fell away. Perhaps you lost consciousness for a bit - disappearing completely into your aftershocks.

The next thing you were aware of was Ethan’s arms around you. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead as you struggled to catch your breath.

“You okay, baby?” He asked.

“Never better.” You replied weakly.

Your eyes snapped open at the feel of something cold and damp touching your skin. You looked down to find Damiano wiping a cloth over you, cleaning up the last traces of Ethan.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, sweet thing.” He said with a wink.

The three of you fell into the effortless banter you could share. Damiano went outside to smoke a cigarette. Ethan pulled his pants back on and walked around your room, telling you what furniture you could get for each space.

After a while, you agreed to order from one of the restaurants listed on UberEats. Waiting for it to arrive, you asked about how their time in the recording studio had been going. Unlike you, they didn’t have any coworkers they needed to rant about. Their biggest issue was trying to decide on which language to write in - Italian or English.

Ethan received the notification that the delivery driver had arrived at the address. He got out of bed and headed down to the lobby.

As soon as he was out of the room, you rolled over, giving Damiano your most serious look. "What's the deal with you and Ethan, but for real? 'Cause friends with benefits, I'm not buying it. I'm not gonna man-splain your feelings to you, but I've been picking up on things here and, like, you're in love with him, right?"

He sighed, meeting your eye. "I fell in love with that beautiful boy in the first second that I saw him."

You melted, reaching out and holding his hand in both of yours. "That's so sweet."

"It was kinda scary at first, 'cause I'd never felt that way about a guy before, in, like, my whole life. I'd slept with some guys and certainly felt attraction, for sure. But a feeling like this, it's so totally above anything else. I wanna be around him all of the time. I get, like, butterflies when we're meeting up. I wanna protect him. I wanna just always hold his hand. I want the applause from the audience to go straight to him every time, 'cause he's the biggest star in the world, in my eyes…"

You felt like you were hearing all of your favourite love songs for the first time. It was exciting and unknown, but something you instantly yearned for.

"But it makes no sense. I always just thought I was straight, you know? Or like, bi-curious at most. I have only dated women and my bedroom walls when I was a kid, it was just posters of girls. I didn't see myself getting married to and starting a family with a man, only with a woman."

"Until Ethan?"

He scooted down, lying on his side as well - making you feel like you were just a couple of kids at a slumber party.

"Until Ethan…"

"This is literally the most romantic shit I have ever heard. Does he know? Why aren't you two dating?"

Damiano shook his head. "It's never gonna happen, I'm not gay enough for him…"

"Who the Hell told you that?"

"He doesn't need to actually tell it to me. I know him, babe. He's gonna think that it's just a phase 'cause I've never dated a man before, he'll think I'll get bored once I get used to fucking a guy." He said, making you feel salt in your own old, invisible wounds. "He'll be waiting for that moment when I go, just kidding, gonna go back and date women for the rest of my life."

"I really wish you would rethink whether or not you should tell him. I don't think-" You paused at the sound of movement on the stairs and immediately lowered your voice to a whisper. "That sounds like him, just-"

The door opened and Ethan returned, bags of food in his hands. He approached the bed, a concerned knot developing in his brow. "What're you talking about?"

You hadn't come up with any cover story, but you looked at him with a smile. "Gum."

"Bubblegum, to be exact." Damiano added.

. . . . .

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