#anyway i did find a nice photo of myself as a baby

[oniikabuto]

hi i hope this doesnt seem annoying bc i have never requested anything from ppl IDK it makes me anxious 😭 but ur one bed for sp was so cute i adore ur writing !!! do u think u could do it for craigs gang + butters?

one bed! part 2

-- sfw --

part one (main 4 boys)

characters: butters stotch, craig tucker, tweek tweak, tolkien black, jimmy valmer, clyde donovan

a/n: you arent annoying at all dws!! ty for being my first request this is monumental. oh and i wasnt sure if tweek counted as part of craigs gang or not but i adore him so i made one for him. also thank you!!!!!! ;; also jimmy is so underrated i love him so much mwagh

notes: i cant write clyde for shit idk he has no personaluty sorry i love him though; same character dynamic as part 1 (mutual pining, character has a crush on the reader)

— ⛧ b. stotch

complains that it's past his bedtime, but gives in because he wants to spend time with you.

"it's past nine already!"

"well.. yeah. it isn't that late, butters."

"but i always sleep at nine!"

but he'll sit through movies with you anyways because he has a fat crush on you.

except when the end credits start rolling, you look over at butters and he's curled up in a ball, snoring.

you don't have the heart to wake him up, so you quietly shut your laptop and move it off your bed.

he'll probably get in trouble for not coming home at all, but his parents trust you enough. you can probably talk them out of grounding him tomorrow morning.

"butters", you whisper. "leo, you gotta move."

he rolls over, half-asleep and dazed. "huh..?"

"you're staying with me tonight. scoot over."

"o-oh, jeez, okay", he blushes when he feels the warmth of you next to him.

"night, butters."

he's probably praying he doesnt wet the bed he would actually die

murmurs in his sleep and talks about nonsense

drools like a puppy

probably goes mimimimimi like in the cartoons /j

you will wake up with his arm around you. if you move it, he'll find his way back again in his sleep

looks like a baby when he sleeps its so funny you cant help but take photos



— ⛧ c. tucker

you turn around to tell him it's getting late and ask if he needs a ride home

and he's dead asleep. on the floor. textbook over his lap. snoring very softly.

like no wonder it's been so quiet... as you were doing your homework, craig was asleep on your floor.

you felt so bad having to wake him up to move him to your bed

"craig, i'm so sorry. i got distracted, i didn't mean to-"

"it's fine. just let me sleep in the corner. i like your plushies", he yawns.

so he sleeps in the corner against the wall, and you sleep on the outside to make sure he doesn't roll right off the bed.

if you weren't there, he definitely would have bc when you wake up, he's smushed into you.

how can he breathe???

he also violently gnashes his teeth and it's very startling (my brother did that as a kid and i would almost pee myself in fear)

and he'll randomly put his hand somewhere like your face?????? the way he does it is so funny because it always seems like he's wide awake but you look over and he's mouth breathing and sound asleep

yeah he's a mouth breather

it's okay he's a cutie



— ⛧ t. tweak

passes the fuck out from coffee. like CRASHES

"yeah and then i was telling kyle about how- tweek, you okay?"

"tired....... can i go.....mmfjkg"

like at a certain point past 1am he just turns into a dead slug

poor thing

you just send him up to your bedroom and get him a change of clothes so that he doesn't have to sleep in a button-up

except by the time you get up to your room, he's dead asleep.

you don't bother trying to wake him up, since you've never seen him sleep so peacefully.

he's curled up on his side, face buried in your plushies.

you scoot in next to him, so close that you can smell the milky coffee lingering in his hair.

it's kinda nice

in the middle of the night you wake up to a really strange noise.

it's tweek

he's doing this weird clicky thing with his tongue in his mouth in his sleep

like. okay?????? you go back to sleep

and then he flings his whole arm over and WHACKS you hard in the face

"TWEEK??"

"nhg..,"

he just randomly jerks in his sleep, wakes up for a second and falls back asleep

it's very startling

sometimes you have to hold him down with your arms

he loves it



— ⛧ t. black

actually a super chill guy to sleep with

he's enjoyable to have over

you'll both be studying for midterm exams next week, and he yawns

"it's like. ten. do you just wanna spend the night here?"

"is that, uh- is that okay with you?"

"yeah, my room's upstairs. i'll meet you up there in a sec"

he'll text his mom that he's spending the night because he's actually responsible

gets a little embarassed to sleep in your bed

but a win is a win

gets a LOT embarassed when you get in bed with him

falls asleep pretty fast actually

he's a relatively normal sleeper

spends like 30 minutes in the bathroom washing his face and stuff before he goes to bed

"do you have cleanser?"

sleeps like a rock

except for when he randomly talks

like TALKS. clear as day

scares you shitless

"y/n."

'tolkien??? are you up still??"

"why would you do that."

"do what??"

"grape juice"

and then he'd roll over and go back to sleep

does not remember any of his nighttime conversations in the morning

"i said that? are you sure?"



— ⛧ j. valmer

fell asleep on your couch in the middle of a horror movie

to your dismay

because when you turned away from the screen and grab at him in fear, he's SNORING. his ass is SNORING as the clown violently murders the main character.

"jimmy!"

"what?"

you just make a jokingly-angry face at him.

"it's late. can't i ju-just stay h-h-here?"

"well- i mean, sure, but you can't just sleep on the couch, dude. come up to my room, i'll show you."

"re-really?"

grins ear to ear

hes so down bad for you

almost implodes when you lean his crutches against the door and make sure they won't fall

DOES implode when you get in next to him

he smells like dish soap but in a good way

like citrus

you tell him so, and to that he makes a stupid "orange-you happy i'm here" joke

"jimmy, go to sleep."

"f-fine."

makes sure he's got the elastics for his braces in

in the middle of the night he'll whisper your name

"y/n r u still up"

"yeah what"

"i just thought of something really funny"

it gets old so fast but it's okay he's cute



— ⛧ c. donovan

crashes at 8pm after insisting he can pull an all-nighter

refuses to get up unless you drag him by his ankles

and even then he'll lay on the floor like a dead fish

so you just let him stay

meticulously brushes his hair sideways with wet fingers to make sure he doesn't wake up with a bedhead in front of you

he does anyway.

you walk up behind him as he moves his hair "whatcha doin?"

he jumps THREE FEET and whirls around

"nothing!" as if he's hiding a government secret or sum

once you guys r in bed he stops acting all tough and cool and just freaks out

his back will be turned but he's beet red

breathes really loudly when he falls asleep

and sleeps in ATROCIOUS positions

you'll wake up with his foot on your chest and the blanket flipped upside down

someone needs to belt this boy down to the bed or something

he's really a cute sleeper though

sometimes you wake up and see him face-down in a pillow and move him over to make sure he doesn't like. suffocate

and then he wakes up to you on top of him with no context

"....y/n?"



#dude this randomly crashed and i had ti rewrite the tags #south park #south park x reader #south park fluff #fluff #butters #butters stotch #butters x reader #butters stotch x reader #craig tucker #craig x reader #craig tucker x reader #tweek x reader #tweek tweak #tweek tweak x reader #tweek fluff #butters fluff #tolkien black #jimmy valmer #jimmy valmer x reader #clyde donovan #clyde donovan headcanons #south park headcanons #clyde donovan x reader #butters headcanons #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #eric cartman

[delusionalwriter02]

hihi! i loved ur instagram bf series, and wondering if you could do edgar allen poe? if ur not comfy with it or too busy it's fine!!!

thankssss!

Insta as Poe's GF

a/n : Hello! I reallyyyy love poe so I hope you'll like it! Thank you so much for your request and your kind words <3

<3 liked by Ranthebestpo, p0e and 349 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : don't know who I love more, Poe or Karl

Ranthebestpo : i prefer Karl

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : it's too hard to choose

↳ p0e : my sweet angel, are you REALLY asking this question ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : but Karl is soooo cute

↳ p0e : I prefer Karl over myself too

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : WHAT NO YOU DON'T

↳ p0e : I do

↳ Ranthebestpo : congratulations !!!

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : tf ?

↳ Ranthebestpo : he said "I do" like in marriage

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : why do I even bother talking to you

↳ Ranthebestpo : I'm the best, it's normal for you to be attracted to me

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : i'm SO not

<3 liked by Yosanurgirl, p0e and 368 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : we wanted to find a friend for Karl and I thiinnnkk we did a good job

Daze_i : they seems to hate eachothers

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : between hate and love, they're always a fine line

↳ Daze_i : the line is huge

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : they're hugging, stop talking

↳ Daze_i : he's *strangling him

↳ Yosanurgirl: don't listen to him love, you did a great job and that cat is so CUTE

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : ikkkk we found her in the streets, the poor baby was starving

↳ Daze_i : oh so you found @.Chu_uya ?

↳ Chu_uya : WHAT IN THE HELL are you talking about

↳ Daze_i : you're a child in the wild

↳ Chu_uya : and you're a rat eating shit

↳ Daze_i : so rude and digusting

Yosanurgirl : btw what's her name ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : it's Lily Marguerite the 1

↳ Yosanurgirl : hmmm okay that's original

↳ p0e : it's just Lily, ONLY Lily

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : no she got a full name

↳ p0e : you never call her Lily

↳ Yosanurgirl : spill the tea

↳ p0e : baby, lovely, my girl, daughter, angel, sweet little baby, my dear and fucker

↳ Yosanurgirl : the last one ????

↳ p0e : it's only when Lily piss on her

<3 liked by Ranthebestpo, Yosanurgirl and 275 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : Lily became the boss of the house

Ranthebestpo : where's Karl

↳ p0e : sleeping

↳ Ranthebestpo : I WANNA SEE HIM

↳ p0e : then come over

↳ Ranthebestpo : omw

Yosanurgirl : She's such an icon

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : she's amazing

↳ Yosanurgirl : how's Karl doing with her now ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : they're bestfriends, always making a mess of the house

↳ Yosanurgirl : so a destructive duo ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : 100%

<3 liked by p0e, Yosanurgirl and 406 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : If the whole was watching, I'd still dance with you

p0e : I love you more than words could ever express

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : i love you even more my dear

Yosanurgirl : you're sooooo cute

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : ily my love!!!!

↳ Ranthebestpo : i'm watching you

↳ Yosanurgirl : what??

↳ Ranthebestpo : don't cheat on Karl

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : RANPO WHAT ???

↳ Yosanurgirl : leave him

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : who ???

↳ Yosanurgirl : OMG GIRL I was talking about RANPO

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : oh yeah.... totally got it

↳ Yosanurgirl : sure

<3 liked by Ranthebestpo, p0e and 476 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : he just saw us kissing

Ranthebestpo : stop traumatising my poor baby

↳ p0e : YOUR ??

↳ Ranthebestpo : MINE, you already got Yn and Lily, leave me Karlllll

↳ p0e : n e v e r

↳ Ranthebestpo : not nice

↳ p0e : got get your own raccoon

↳ Ranthebestpo : but I want the intelligent one

↳ p0e : he's MY child so stop arguing

hey! hope you liked it ? i saw SO MANY photos of raccoon, it's my new favorite animal, anyway thank you so so so much for your request!

see you<3

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #fanfic #fanfiction #bungou stray dogs dazai #request #x reader #female reader #fake social media #ranpo bsd #edgar allan poe #ranpo #ranpo edogawa #poe x reader #yn #x yn #bungoustraydogs #bsd yosano #bungou stray dogs yosano #bungou stray dogs ranpo #bsd ranpo #bsd poe

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 9- Age gap w/ Felix

⤷ warnings: fem!reader, dom!Felix, unprotected sex, oral(m), cumming in mouth, sex while otp(?)

⤷ word count: 1,38k

⤷Taglist : @greysweaters-blog @hannie-bees @ashydoinwhat @chansbabygirlsstuff @hiddlestandom @stanskzsstuff @mal-lunar-28 @leeracha @linos-kitten @bonateukna @ihrtlix

⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz

*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*

(Reader is 22 Felix is 34)

this was wrong, you knew it but you couldn't help it. He was the CEO of some big company and you were simply a secretary.its not ideal for you to date the "big guy" of the company. If anyone found out you were at high risk to lose your job.

It was almost like a ritual, every year the company would have something like a party to celebrate all the achievements and new workers for that year. You were supposed to start working the next day yet still being invited to go. What's the harm in going?  The email you got said your boss is 'Mr.Lee'. You've heard not alot of people get to even see him let alone work alongside him. You were estatic to say the least.

When you get to the place, it was packed. You maneuver your way through the abundance of people towards a seat in the corner, you weren't much of a talkative or outgoing person so sitting in the corner on your phone was perfect for you.

Towards the end of the night, you find yourself in the hallway pressed up against the wall, felix kissing you like he's never kissed anyone before.

When you walked into a hallway, getting lost. Maybe it was because you had one to many drinks to have or maybe you just need some dick. You turned the corner to see a man, couldn't be older than 35 leaning against the wall legs crossed and his phone in his hand. When you look closer you realize it's the CEO, lee Felix. Besides the meeting you had with him a few weeks ago, you never really met him or officially "met".

He looks up from his phone when he heard footsteps. "Ah, __! Nice to see you again." He held out his hand to meet yours, keeping a firm grip on your palms.

"How do you like this so far?" He puts away his phone walking towards you.

"Oh! It's great, though I'm not one to, put myself out there you know?" You laugh at him before trying to get to your destination.

As soon as you take a step his hand stops you "I want to properly talk to you, like a conversation." he smiles, lighting dragging you back towards the wall he was leaning on.

You guys ended up talking for God knows how long. Talking about any random thing that comes to mind.

You come to find out that he's a really sweet person. Talking about his other friends who work in different departments, and stuff he does for his sister's. He was such a gentleman.

"You're such a pretty girl __, did you know?"

"I am?" You cock an eyebrow, confused at the sudden statement.

"Prettiest girl I've ever seen" he leans in, head tucked into your neck. With every breath he takes you feel the hairs on you back rise. You try and ease away from the situation, but with no where to move hence your back against wall. You find him gorgeous, obviously. He looks like a fucking angel in all the photos you see, nonetheless when his front is pressed up against yours.

"This dress is gorgeous on you, where'd you get it?" His voice drops an octive, rubbing you sides.

"Oh, it's a gift! I almost feel bad since it's a really expensive brand." It was a gift, so you didn't lie. From your friend you happens to model. They received a dress but it was the wrong size, leading them to give the dress to you.

"Really now? What brand baby" he cups your ass over the dress.

"Louis Vuitton" you look around to see if anybody is near or passing by.

"Let me buy you every dress in this color."

The statement caught you odd guard. Buy you stuff? Your friend never told you what the price of the dress was, in the hopes that you wouldn't return it. But you found it anyway, the price shocking you. 1 million dollars. You wouldn't have taken it if you knew. So having him say that he wants to buy you more?

"No, there's no need really!" You laugh trying to avoid to conversation.

"But I want to. C'mon let me spoil you."

__________________________________________

You found yourself inbetween his legs making out with him. You didn't want to let him buy you things, but you couldn't help but stay with him. Not because of his money, but because of his personality. He was a sweet soul, always being a gentleman. You like to think him giving you stuff is just a extra.

"let me please you" he whispers inbetween kisses, slipping down your straps of your tank top.

"I- we have work in like 30 minutes, w-we can't?"

"We shouldn't." He corrected "but I want to. Please baby? I'll call out sick for both of us" you wanted to, but you felt guilty for keeping him from his job.

"Okay."

He starts pulling down your pants, keeping your panties on.

He traces his thumb over the wet patch forming on your panties.

"Such a naughty girl. Getting this wet because of what? Some kissing? Pathetic."

He goes back to kissing your neck, going downwards until he reaches your breasts.

Your breath hitches,  waiting for him to do something.

He doesn't pull the loose fitted clothing off, instead sucking on whatever was available.

He pulls down his pants with one hand, other hand hold you still.

He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

He nudges the tip on your clit trying to make you moan.

"I'm gonna give you the phone. Call and say you wont be available to come into work today."

You looked at him like you were seeing double. "You're joking?" You try to get him to laugh or even let out a little giggle but you get nothing.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Call them now." He's rubbing tip slowly along your folds.

"Im waiting I dont have all day."

You dial the number waiting for the person on the other end answers. As soon as they pick up Felix thrusts all the way into you.

He leans forward, elbows balancing up.

"Put it on speaker"

You remove the phone from your ear and put it on speaker, resting it on your side.

"H-Hello, yes good morning"

The other person on the line seems to be too happy for their own good.

"Good morning! How are you today" you can tell there is a smile lacing their face.

As soon as you begin to speak, his thrusts begin to quicken in pace. Hips barely meeting your thighs.

"A-ah yes about that, I am not feeling w-well today so I won't be able to make it fuck" he brings his hands to start rubbing figure 8s on your clit

"Sorry, what was that last part?"

"N-nothing!"

"Hm, okay. Well hope you feel better. Have a nice d-."

You didn't even wait for them to finish their statement, hanging up the phone immediately.

"Maybe kitten needs a reward. Did so good following directions right?"

"Y-yes please." you whine, trying to get him to move faster.

He flips you over, grabbing your hips before he starts to pound into you.

"S-such a tight fucking pussy. Only for me right?"

You nod Into the bedsheets unable to say anything.

"Words kitten"

'y- a-ah shit" he reaches over to your breasts, pinching your nipples.

"Baby, you're cumming, how can I move when you're clenching down on me like that" he grabs your hips pushing them off of his cock.

"Wanna cum in your mouth"

He proceeds to manhandle your body to get you in a kneeling position.

"Open." You stick your tongue out, waiting for him to feed you his cock.

He slides only the tip in when he starts jerking it off.

"Such a good girl hm? Making me use your holes like these"

You looked up at him and started to gently suckle on the tip.

"s-shit gonna cum in your mouth. You want it right."

You tried to nod your head but he shoves his cock down your throat.

"Then fucking take it"

#stray kids #surfinminho #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #lee felix #dom lee felix #kinktober 2023

[keichanz]

hey i'm still alive

👀

uh so. how's it going. thought i'd give a little life update in case anyone was curious or interested >> tho probs not ;lajdfk;l

yeah i know i've been mia for like. a long time now, and tbh there's no particular reason why. i know i've lost some followers because i've been so inactive and haven't written anything in a long ass time. i do apologize for that. a lot has happened in the last few months and i guess i just wanted to give my friends and follows a brief little overview of what's been going on in my life and to prove that i am indeed still alive lol.

so most of you all know by now that i finally landed a good paying remote job yeah? and at first it was amazing. now? not so much. the schedule sucks ass, the management is balls, and the actual work sucks even more. i'm not happy there anymore so i'm currently looking for a new job. and im so desperate to get out of there i'm looking outside of remote jobs as well.

right now i'm waiting to hear back from an office technician job right here in my town that pays $27 an hour. TWENTY. SEVEN. guys that's $8 more than what i'm making right now ($19 an hour.) oh my GOD if i made that money i'd be able to finally move out of this god awful house with a flea problem that i CANNOT get rid of (my poor babies :( i've legit tried everything, even fucking professionally treated this house with orkin to get rid of them, had both of them get flea baths by a groomer and STILL i cannot get rid of the damn fleas. it's so fucking stressful y'all you cant even begin to imagine), finally get new tires for my truck, and live comfortably with extra spending money without having to worry about paying rent or buying groceries for the month. i'm PRAYING i get this job. even if it's not remote that pay would make it SO worth it.

anyway. moving on.

i've also gotten into a relationship with someone i was desperately in love with, then got my heart broken because he ended things. it hurt a lot. i got over it though, with the help of some pretty amazing friends, and one of my best friends. and right now, i'm currently dating that best friend lmao. so i'm in another relationship, and i'm very happy with him. our relationship began at the end of june, i believe. (i'll never forget the day he asked me to be his. y'all my hearT MELTED 😍😍)

it's a long distance relationship as tom lives in canada, but he did recently come to see me as evidenced by the photo above. i love this man y'all. he's amazing. there is one thing i'm kinda worried about with our relationship, but i won't get into that because thinking about it upsets me. but anyway he makes my very happy. ❤️

so that's pretty much what's been happening. i just haven't really been inspired/motivated to write at all lately, and i do apologize for that. it's just been a very overwhelming few months, with dealing with this damn house, ending a relationship and starting a new one, stress from a job that i'm really beginning to hate, trying to find a new one, and just a few other small things that aren't worth mentioning.

i do hope you all know that this doesn't mean i've abandoned writing or abandoned any of my stories. it's just been difficult to write anything lately but that doesn't mean i don't want to. i still love inuyasha. it's still my favorite anime. i still read fanfic (on occasion, when i have the time as i'm pretty much in a 24/7 discord call with tom except right now because he's at a dentist appt which is why im taking the time to write this -3-) and i still do think about my stories. hell, sometimes i even get an idea for a good oneshot and think to myself "shit i need to write that down" but then i forget about it and hate myself for the next 24 hours -_-

so yeah. that's what's been going on. i'm still around. i still get on here and reblog a few posts, mostly the ones i'm tagged in or some nice fanart. i do miss y'all and i hope my absence hasn't upset anyone or made them think i'm done with the inuyasha fandom. i'm most definitely not. it's just...sort of taking a backseat for now until i sort some things out in my life. definitely not preferable, but it is what it is, y'know.

my dear readers, followers, and friends, i love you all so much and i'm glad you've stuck around this long even though i haven't been around. you're the reason why i'm still here, why i want to someday get back to writing and giving you more content to enjoy and gush over. thank you for your patience with me and still giving love to my stories after all this time. i still get the occasional review for one of my stories, and trust me, i read every single one of them and they make my entire day. it's so nice knowing people are still reading my work and enjoying it. maybe it's selfish, but i hope you never stop, because reading those reviews gives me a huge boost when i'm feeling down on a particular day and it makes me feel like i haven't been forgotten, though by every right i should have been.

okay i've rambled long enough. in short, i just want to say thank you. you're all rockstars. i love you all. ❤️

until next time, my lovelies.

#psa #dammit keiz #i'm still alive #keichanz #wtf else do i tag this as #long post

[the-enzyme]

I finally received the fiber I was waiting for, to make two more wigs for my fan-art BJD based on Ken Kaneki (Tokyou Ghoul). I was hoping it would be the same, or very similar to the fiber I got a million years ago, that I used to make my fan-art action-doll custom Eren Yeager wigs from, just recently. I got those wefts from Amzn, but the seller is sadly no longer on there. I got these new ones from Ali, and they did turn out to be the same type of fiber (or at least very similar), which (IMHO) is ideal for smaller sized heads, because the strands of fiber are very thin IRL, and not plastic hyper-shiny. Which I appreciate to no tomorrow.  I have no clue what the fiber is, but it is high heat resistant, which is nice too, but I prefer non-heat-resistant fibers because they usually hold hair styles a lot better. However, they are harder to find in thinner strands and not as soft and not hyper-shiny like these. So, I guess I have to give up some benefits of one type of fiber, to get others. These were super inexpensive as well, because the wefts are super horribly made -- which I don’t mind, because I cut them up to make the wig anyway.

I also took photos of his two first wigs I made for him, because I wanted to try to see if I wanted to trim the newer ones shorter. However, I am happy with him having a variety of hair lengths. I usually prefer longer hair on my male dolls, so Ken is definitely a change for me in many ways. I never thought I would love a baby-faced “mature-ish” doll, that happens to be as thin so much. I am usually into “manlier,” more grown-up-looking, more athletic-bodied male dolls. I still wish his head was smaller and/or his shoulders were broader, but I love him a lot, and I feel like it’s going to be a lot of fun turning him into my Kaneki custom fan-art doll, plus he has a super cute face. Which I never really expected me to love, as much as I do (I once again, prefer more-adult looking male dolls).

I accidentally trimmed the bangs on the black wig a bit too short without Kaneki’s “M” shaped bangs, so I’m going to need to add another weft there. Otherwise, I am pretty happy with all these wigs. Now I just need to get the courage to attempt making his battle outfit and mask, and a ghoul eye. If it’s a royal pain in the gut-hole finding 8-9mm eyes with small irises in “average” colors, it’s going to be hell finding some with black sclera and red tiny iris -- I’m going to have to make that one myself for sure. Not looking forward to that, but I am looking forward to figuring out how to tackle making his very intricate and detailed mask! At a tiny size to boot! Lol! He’s wearing a crappy sock sweater I made for him, I want to add buttons to the opening or a zipper, but I know that’s going to be another ordeal (I suck at sewing and buttonholes are a nightmare for me, more so at this scale and sewing zippers has never gone well for me!). It looks so craptastic as it is, however, that I want to actually try this time.  (: 

#Myou #MyouBettina #MaleDOll #BJD #ABJD #Legit #ProArtist #KenKaneki #Fanartdoll #Customized #Customization #Handmadewigs #28cm #coldcastresin #PUresin #socksweater #doll #photography #TokyoGhoul #Fanart

[mappingway]

The summer after I turned 17, my mother showed up at my sports practice. I didn't know why until later that afternoon, when she told me what she had relayed to my coaches - that my father had showed up at the school that morning, wanting a copy of my transcripts. That he had texted her, wanting photos of me.

I had never met him. I had been conditioned to think he was a bad person, abandoning his child like he did, and learning that he had driven two hours to come find out information about me had me in terrified tears. What did he want from me? Why only me, and not my brother? It wasn't until later that I learned my brother had a different father, and my mother did nothing to calm my fears. My dad was to be afraid of because he was a Bad Person.

(No one was good, I learned. I was the result of a one night stand. They had gotten tipsy and high and had fooled around. She knew he was married, and chose to bear me anyway, painting him as the villain. It wasn't until years later that I'd get the uncropped full picture.)

So when he took my mother to court the summer later, trying to settle child support once and for all, I thought he was a snake. And, granted, maybe he was - maybe he did have fangs to bear. He wanted to choose my college. He wanted a say in where I went, because my high school grades weren't that great.

And he wanted visitation. If he was to help pay my way through college, he wanted to meet me. I was invited, at just 18, to speak for myself in the hearing.

I was horrified. There was no way I'd do that to my mother - that I would meet him after what "he did to her". That I would erase all the work she had done in raising me, single-handedly, just for a few hundred a month.

"No matter what you do," my mother said, "don't show them you want to know him."

So I went. I dressed up. I went into the hearing, and when the judge asked me if I wanted visitation, I said no.

When he asked if I wanted to know my father, a man sitting a table away I had never met, I looked at him and said no.

That was what my mother had told me to do, after all. And she deserved my solidarity.

A few weeks went by. We got the court paperwork in the mail, and my mother was furious. She showed it to me, fuming.

Because I showed no interest in loving a man who hadn't loved me, the judge had decided I deserved no quarter. The support my mother would have gotten to help me through college was ceased.

My mother received a message not long after that from my father. He bought himself a nice motorcycle with the money he didn't have to pay her.

"What is wrong with you?" She asked me. "You couldn't have lied to save yourself? All you had to do was pretend, and you couldn't even do that."

I was stunned. I had stood by her side, agreed with her for as long as I could remember, and followed her orders. When we had left the court house, she held my hand. She was proud of me, she said. I hadn't been nervous.

And now she was the snake she claimed him to be, foaming at the mouth. I had done exactly as she had asked.

I had never been more furious at myself. I went to college that fall, full of anger and hate, and tried to ruin myself. I took pills and cut myself and wondered how long it would take for my dorm floor to notice I hadn't come out of my room. How long would it take for my corpse to smell?

I was worth as much as a motorcycle to a man I had never met, and a judge had looked at me, baby-faced and holding hands with my mother, and deemed me the problem.

I was the problem.

I failed out of college. My mother circled me, a wolf to it's slaughter, rabid and starving for a meal.

"Your father was right," she said. "You weren't worth a state school. You thought you were too good for community college. He was right."

Where had my friend gone, the one who cried with me when I got into an exclusive art school? Where had my mother gone? This woman was nothing like I wanted to remember.

"Your brother has a learning disability and he's gotten honors," she frothed. "Maybe he was right about you."

Maybe he was right.

I've never perused another degree. I've teetered, one professional certification after another, cum laude after cum laude. But even a decade on, the concept of more education is tarnished with my stupidity, with my failure. Maybe he was right.

Maybe he was.

#therapy tag #child abuse tw #suicide tw #pills tw

[lilisbigworld]

He nods and does a light jog up your steps, taking two or three at a time before reaching your door.

"Hi sweetheart," he leans to kiss your cheek as he steps in, then cups Kit's cheek as he kisses him softly. "And hello to you too."

"Oh I see- I don't get a pet name," Kit teases back, grinning. "Little womp rat."

“I don’t think little is the right term.” I laugh and run a hand affectionately down Voran’s back lek before moving to make dinner.

We spend all night together and then almost every night Voran is free after that for several weeks until I get very daunting news.

I send a semi-large box to Ben and Anakin, though all I feel is rather heavy.

I put a small card on the inside so they know which thing is for each of them, along with their own letters.

Snippet with brown – Kenobi 

Snippet with black – Ani 

Carved bantha – Ani 

Carved bird – Kenobi 

Bundle of pastries- K 

Dried buggies – A 

Sweater from mom – A 

Baby bantha fur blanket – K 

Book – K 

Ani-

Hi. How are you! I loved your school photo and I’ve got in a place for safe keeping. Your mom was so, so, so, SO very excited to see it, I cannot stress to you.  I do not have much paper so I will cram as much as I can onto this one, haha. 

I am leaving. For a while I will be back to Tatooine soon enough though, don’t you worry. My Master is traveling and Aniya, his other slave, is taking over the store while I travel with him to care for his home. Kit will be watching over my home in the mean time. I do not have an address to give you as I will not even be at one for a long time. I’m afraid I won’t be able to talk to you for a long while. I don’t know how long. I will still have your address so I will try to write as often as I am able. I’ve been told at some point I will be on Alderaan. 

Obviously, he has prepared me to keep my head low and not alert to anyone that I am a slave. Apparently lots of people travel with their slaves in the Core Worlds. Maybe I may just see you out of a window one day. 

I’ll be thinking of you always, with love and affection. I hope you don’t grow too bored or less fond of me in my absence, and that you enjoy writing to your mother. I will miss you probably more than I can handle, and Kit so much I could cry. Speaking of! He has a boyfriend! You’d love to meet him. 

I cannot wait to speak to you again already.

All my love and a million hugs, 

Lili

p.s. I hope you enjoy the snacks and the presents. I made everything myself, except for the sweater your mama made you. <3

And separately, 

Obi-Wan Kenobi, 

I have to thank you for your very nice gift. I have never owned something that soft. Don’t worry! Not taken the wrong way at all. I’ve also not seen that shade of fabric in person before!

I’ve included a blanket I knit from baby Bantha fur, don’t worry the babies are all alive, as it’s the softest material in the world, I think. I also sent pastries! They’re what we’re able to make here. They’re a bit sour but a very big treat for us. I did not send you the dried bugs covered in spices as It may be a bit out there for you, but feel free to try some of Ani’s.

As I have also just told Anakin, you will not be able to write me for a while as I am traveling with my master and his family among the Core worlds to take care of their home. I do not have an address to send you nor would I be allowed to give you one anyway as my master reads over these letters before I send them. This info has been approved to say!

Your descriptions of the Jedi hold more love than Anakin’s do, his comes from duty and loyalty, yours from passion it seems. As for books, my favorite is this one book of our fairytales here. I have sent it to you for safekeeping while I am gone. 

 I would love to meet and put expressions to your face and words. Maybe when I come back from travelling at some point. 

It’s been lovely to speak with you and I hope to do it again soon, look out for letters from me when I can find a way to send them!

Until then, 

Lili

[theliterateape]

The Archeology of a Life

by Don Hall

"It is only with greatest care that memory can be kept from becoming a prison or a gallows." — The Orville

The giant area rug isn’t mine. This rug is her grandfather’s rug. It’ll be the last thing rolled up.

I’ve moved a lot in my lifetime. The process of culling through the barnacles that follow us from place to place can be bittersweet but necessary. This is familiar.

I’ve already purged every single photo of her. I don’t know if this is healthy, this cleansing of reminders of the past, but it’s the way I’ve done it with every other failed relationship so there’s no reason to doubt the act. I don't even know if the label failed is even appropriate. Certainly, if the promise was for life, they are failures. Maybe a more realistic way of seeing these adventures is to call them failed attempts with the emphasis on the attempt part. We tried, hard, but it didn't make it past it's sell-by date.

I don’t have a single photo of my first marriage or wife, only a few theater photos of my second, none from the four year non-marriage, and now nothing from my third marriage. To quote John Irving, it’s better to imagine something than it is to remember something. Pictures force the kind of remembrance that is diminishing, a forced revisitation of good times had that reopen the wounds of betrayal.

I look around and can only find a few tokens of these four big relationship attempts and I think that’s just fine. A leather jacket. A Las Vegas mug. A copy of a Tucker Carlson book signed by the author to infamous Weather Underground leader Bill Ayers signed to me as his snarky birthday joke. A quilt. A few pipes.

Existing reminders I can't get rid of are the tattoos. The first of eleven my mom got me just after the second divorce. It's a theater quote in German as representation that she and I were active in DADA theater for years. The Hunter S. Thompson quote refers directly to the non-marriage. One line of poetry written by the third. On my back right shoulder is the botched sixth anniversary tattoo she conceived of and had executed by a guy who was tremendously sexy but couldn't speak a word of English and has what looks like a young Donald Trump in a half shell rather than the intended baby. I can't see it so I don't think too much about but it is a great story in the vein of a Breaking Bad episode.

The IKEA shelves come down. We bought them when we moved into our Vegas apartment. She fought me, pouted in the store because I was going to get them anyway. I'm keeping them because they're cool and will fit nicely in a studio apartment somewhere else.

The artwork comes down. Like the rug, I'll drop some of this over into her patio before I leave town. When she initially moved out, she asked if I wanted a few pieces she purchased or was gifted while we lived in Chicago. At the time I did. Now, as I purge as many reminders we had ever met, I've reconsidered. The idea of eventually cracking open the moving pod to set up camp somewhere and being punched in the face with art she brought to the relationship isn't appealing.

My Bennigan’s wall of keepsakes and nonsense including mementos of trips taken and experiences had all go into a tub for the next time I have my own place. The devil mask given to me by Chuck Palahniuk. The Eiffel Tower I bought in Paris on our first anniversary. The London Bridge I bought in London on our fifth anniversary. The bobblehead of myself my mom had made. The ink drawing of Snake Plissken Joe gave me. Wild Wild West playing cards.

I'm like an archeologist of my own dig. I find in a tub that hasn't been looked at since maybe before I left Chicago two of my high school year books. I peruse them, remembering that I'll be, at least temporarily, moving back to Kansas and perhaps seeing some of those folks from forty years ago. A pair of bowls I purchased when I moved to Edgewater nearly ten years past. A mug given to me by Bill Kurtis. Brass knuckles I found years ago in Chicago.

Coming home from a show one night, I look down as I was walking to my door and saw, glistening in the rain, a true blue pair of authentic brass knuckles. Illegal in the city, someone must have been running from the cops or just ditched them in a hurry but there they were.

I picked them up, wiped them dry and stared in the palm of my hand at this archaic but still potent piece of metal designed for 1930's toughs to pummel the shit out of other thugs.

Maybe it was happenstance, a random encounter with an object in a world filled with such things. Perhaps it was destiny. And possibly it was the strange, comical Loki of the Mind giving me a clue to the jigsaw puzzle. I keep it on my Bennigan's wall next to the switchblade someone gave me as a gift. Not because I'll ever likely use it—those days are long past me now and thankfully so.

Not as a weapon but as a reminder. As I grow older and over halfway into my fifth decade on this tortured rock, as I spend my days writing and wondering, these knuckles marked A-R-M-Y across the surface are a reminder that I may yet still have some fights to fight. I may just yet have some life I have neglected to live.

"The book says, "We might be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us." — Jimmy Gator

I suppose I do my level best to erase certain aspects of my past. As I head to Kansas, I'll embrace the beginning again. Back home. The launching pad from which I shot out to Chicago in 1989 and, in many ways, that was a magnificent decision.

I'm at a crossroads. I have some choices to make. Which direction will I follow? What will the costs be and will the trade-off for my time be enough to keep me from wasting it in the pursuit of things unworthy of the marvels of life?

The overwhelming sense of leaving the pain in the dust, the refusal to suffer, and the new stuff I'll add to my tubs of stuff is nothing if not hopeful.

[magnoliasmol]

GOOD EVENING FOR A SECOND TIME BLOG WORLD

I’m starting to enjoy writing theses kinda like have a place to but all the scribbles in my brain onto a lil note that someone might find funny.

Out there

On the earth

Or in the earth I dunno that demons get up to

Anyway

ART

I kinda have to make these blogs about art unless there will be just some random image at the end of each post without context and that’s just confusing..tbh everything I have written is probably somewhat confusing but we move on.

The art work I’m talking about today is one I made while having a mental breakdown

Sounds more dramatic that it was.

My partner was asleep and yk when your left alone with ur thoughts too long and ur really tried you start to think of

E V E R Y T H I N G A T O N C E

well I was doing that and not V I B I N

So I decided to draw some flowers as that usually gets the brain buzz out.

I did a few just seeing if anything I did hit the good parts of my brain.

I did one very quickly and as I was about to move on

I did by scanning of the drawing and realised I had drawn a woman’s face quite elegantly onto the top of the flower

subconscious STRIKES AGAIN

I felt like a fuckin genius I gave myself a pat on the back then promptly P A S S E D O U T

I wake up and forget about it.

I stumble across it a few days later and decided that I should get this shit SOLD.

Prior to this I have never sold any art work in my life, unless your counting the time I drew peoples baby photos in secondary school for £25. They were pretty good too I should have charged more looking back. They were pretty big too..anyway

I had never sold any artwork other than that as talked about previously but to sum it up it was basically because

O M F G WHATIFTHEYSEEMEANDDOMTLIKEITANDTHENIFEELPERSONALITYSHOTDOWMAMDTHEMIDYEEE

or something like that.

So this was big, I colour balanced it and got rid of a few marks on the paper. I wanted it to still look like it was on paper as I thought that added a nice feeling to it and

BAM

Done

No one has bought it but I’m happy it’s up there, I’ll add it to the bottom of the page.

Link probs here: https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/WhtsURpoint

You gotta make things sound good on Etsy, I swear they can smell weakness.

I think that buzz words are important but god if I know.

I have ran out of things to say so let’s check our word count.

WE’RE GOOD :D

Have a good evening :))

#uni life #girl help #flower drawing #flowers #fineart #pencil illustration #pencildrawing #traditional art #aesthetic #anxious #is anyone reading this #cottagecore #idk what else to tag #flower lady #concept art

[aceteling]

I hope one day I’ll be able to forget my shit father’s face and then everything will be better; much better than recalling it sometime and getting shortness of breath

#it doesn't help he's still in family albums #so when you want to look at photos he's there sometimes #ugh #anyway i did find a nice photo of myself as a baby #but... eh #domi talks #my mum also can't stand looking at him that's why nobody's touching the albums

[finelinevogue]

So I was just sitting and dying over the pictures of harry at HSLOT last night and I just thought.

Image if Harry's kids made little necklaces for him and he wore them on tour.......

I'm not okay imma go cry brb 😌

yeah i'm about to walk on a path of lego because it would genuinely hurt less than this concept...

"Daddy!" Freddie screamed at Harry, who was standing across the room talking to Mitch.

You were currently at Harry's apartment in New York, just before the first Madison Square Garden show, and you had everyone over for a lunch. Whilst Harry was hosting, talking to his friends and handing out platters of fruits and cheeses, you were keeping an eye on your children - Freddie and Gracie - because they were absolute trouble when they weren’t being watched carefully.

Currently they were making necklaces for their dad, wanting him to have something to wear on stage that night for his first MSG show. They’d learnt how to make necklaces at school, using dry pasta and glitter and beads so had used their pretty eyes to suede you into allowing them to make them at home too. Freddie was 5, whereas as Gracie was 2, so Freddie was a lot better at making the necklaces than Gracie and also less likely to eat the glue when unsupervised.

Now Freddie was finished, he wanted his dad to see since he was so proud of his creation.

“What is it buddy?” Harry asked, pulling away from his conversation with Mitch.

“No, you have to come here.” Freddie explained, frustrated that his dad didn’t realise that already.

Harry excused himself from Mitch, who went to find Sarah anyways, and made his way over to his son. He placed his bottle of beer on the side and came to sit on the sofa, Freddie kneeling on the floor in front of his dad and the coffee table that was currently acting as a DIY table.

“Ask nicely next time, okay?” You had told Freddie, as Harry walked over, Gracie sat between your legs as she played with the blue-sparkly glitter.

“What do you want then trouble?” Harry asked, glancing at you and giving you a quick smile before returning his attention to his son.

“I made you a necklace, daddy.” Freddie told him, holding out the string that was delicately strung with pasta, beads and bundles of rainbow glitter. It was the most perfectly ugly thing ever, but it was also the sweetest gift Harry had ever been given. He loved it so much, all because it came from his little creation of a man.

Harry gasped, taking it out of Freddie’s hands and pulling Freddie up to situate him on his lap comfortably.

“Did you do this all by your self?” Harry asked, overselling his facial expressions to make Freddie happier and more excited. It was so cute to see how happy it made Freddie seeing his dad so happy.

“All by myself.” Freddie repeated, nodding his head in agreement and wiggling in Harry’s lap excitedly. Harry had to steady him, in fear of him falling off and hurting himself.

“You’re so clever bud!” Harry exclaimed, telling Freddie to sit still as he used both his hands to attach the necklace around his neck. Freddie clapped once he saw it hang perfectly around his dads neck, the glitter sparkling in the light just his he wanted it to. The pasta was a nice add on next to the brightly coloured beads. It didn’t go at all with Harry’s outfit, but he really didn’t care. The smile on his sons face was worth the critique of fashion experts.

You laughed as you watched Freddie and Harry play with each other, laughing about meaningless, random, things. Gracie was clearly missing out on the fun as she got up and ran away from you with her creation - the one she’d made for Harry too.

“Gracie! Where are you going?” You asked, kneeling up as you were unsure as to where she was off to.

“Daddy!” She exclaimed, but unaware she was toddling off in the completely wrong direction.

“Then this way sweetheart, c’mon!” You smiled at her, waving for her to come back your way. She started running back over towards you, before making her way over to Harry.

She went around the table and saw Harry still playing with Freddie. She whined as she tried to push Freddie away and off Harry, wanting some one-on-one daddy time. Harry quickly stopped her and pulled her up into his other knee.

“No Gracie. We don’t push people.” Harry ordered sternly, making her pout and furrow her eyebrows. If looks could hurt, Freddie would be crying.

“I made necklace.” She explained, holding it up to her dad as Harry’s stern expression turned into a soft smile.

“Oh wow, thank you baby.” He said excitedly, putting the same energy into responding to her as he did Freddie so he didn’t seem biased - Freddie’s was slightly better he internally admitted. Gracie’s was the definition of a mess, the pasta being broken and the beads being so covered in glitter you couldn’t even tell their original colour. It was so pretty and pink, but just very whacky.

“You wear please.” Gracie asked politely, earning a kiss on her forehead from Harry for using her manners properly.

“‘Course darling.” Harry said, before attaching it around his neck. This one was slightly smaller so it looked like he was layering these necklaces. He loved them so much and thought about how they might actually look good with his black outfit tonight.

“So pretty daddy.” Freddie told him, smiling with his crooked teeth as Gracie squealed in excitement.

“Yeah? Thank you buddy! What does mummy think?” Harry turned to face you, wiggling his eyebrows as he tried to show off his new and forever daily jewellery. He was trying to see if you were jealous or not, which clearly you were.

“I think you look beautiful hun! You’re very lucky.”

“I know I am.” Harry started talking to your children after that, letting you use it as an opportunity to snap some funny photos of them before cleaning up the ridiculous mess. You didn’t mind the mess though to see moments like this between Harry and your two precious troubles.

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[meltwonu]

✦ 👻  𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 SEASON 2 👻 ✦

↪ ✧ SIMON SAYS ✧

this chapter pairing; yandere!dino x idol!reader

genre&warnings; yandere!au, dom!dino, stylist!dino, idol!reader, dirty talk, degradation, name calling, possessive behaviours, ‼️‼️somnophilia‼️‼️, fingering, marking, implied character death.

notes; Oh baby where do I start kdfhkdf ☠️ Uhm not gonna lie, something I wanted to toy with for a while now but wasn’t sure if wanted to but ☠️ we are here now and I just want yall to know that I would 100000% nut very hard if Chan ever did this to me so 😗✌️ reserving my place in hell as per usual kjhkjhk 😭 also I got food poisoning so it’s been a rough 30-some hours I've been puking my existence out so thats def haunted as hell KJHDKJ LOL ANYWAY enjoy ch 8! I love you and have a good rest of your day! I’ll see you tomorrow! 🥳👻 

word count; ~2500

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - x - x - x - x - x

love is still a mystery to me but,

watch me move when I hear his name.

and I don't wanna talk about it right now-

i'd rather keep my visions to myself.

everybody wants to block my man out,

but he's the only one that's gonna help.

“Did Chan tell you that you couldn’t go to the company Halloween party… Again? This is the third year already, isn’t it?”

Your manager sits across from you - brows furrowed as you smile sheepishly.

“I know, Seungkwan. But he made plans for us already and you know I can’t say no… Our time together is important to us when we’re not working. You know how it is, right?”

The suited male sighs as he nods. “I understand. It just would’ve been fun to see you guys at the party, y’know? You’re one of our biggest idols and the fans never get any photos of you in cute costumes anymore.”

The two of you share a laugh as he slides over your schedule for the next week.

“Which is exactly why I scheduled a fansign event for you this time!” 

Seungkwan grins, “Just a small one, right before Halloween. You can have Chan pick a costume for you and you can interact with your fans and get some nice photos! Give everyone a chance to see you wearing something that isn’t your stage outfits, okay?”

You hum as you go over the schedule - noting the music shows lined up right before the fansign and then your days off for the Halloween weekend.

“I’ll go over it with Chan while I’m getting ready tomorrow for the pre-rec. I’m sure he can find something good for me.”

“A costume? For what?”

Chan’s hands roam your body as he gets you dressed for the music program - turning and twisting for him as he adjusts the stage outfit to fit your body better.

“Did Seungkwan not give you my schedule? I have a fansign at the end of the week before our weekend off together… He wanted it to be Halloween-y so he said I should wear a costume and be cute!”

You smile at Chan who shoots you a concerned smile. “What if there’s weirdos there, baby? I don’t want them to look at you… like how I look at you. You know I don’ like that.”

“Chan… Pleeeease. It’s just one time! It doesn’t have to be super revealing either, just--y’know, something cute. I’m tired of wearing my stage outfits to fansigns...”

Pouting up at him, he can’t resist the way you give him puppy eyes and despite him wanting to say no, he nods.

“Fine, fine, fine. But just this once, okay? Anything weird happens and it’s never happening again.”

And when the day comes, Chan can’t help but dread it the entire time he’s helping you into the maid costume; unenthusiastically zipping the dress up as you squeal.

“This is so cute! Oh, Chan, I love it so much! Thank you, it’s perfect!”

You kiss him on the cheek gently as he sighs and nods - as long as you were happy he would bear it.

“You’re welcome, baby. Now hold still, I need to fix the rest of the outfit before I send you out there.”

“Thank you so much for coming! It was nice meeting you!”

You smile and wave off a fan as they walk off stage; immediately greeting the next one that approaches you when it’s their turn.

“Hi, thank you so much for--Oh! It’s you! Hi again!” You grin widely at the fan as you recognize him - his own smile matching yours as he sets his album down in front of you.

“You remember me?!” He asks enthusiastically.

“Of course! It’s Vernon, right? You were at my last fansign too! The one from last month? I remember you! How are your uni classes going?”

Vernon can’t help but blush; palms sweaty as he stumbles over his words when he talks to you.

And Chan watches from the side between the curtains - eyes burning with fire and jaw clenched tight as he watches you reach over the table and pet Vernon’s hair softly.

Why do you do that? He asks himself.

Why do you give him so much extra work to do?

“Man, I’m exhausted…” You moan; slumping into the chair as Chan steps behind you.

There’d been only 50 fans but you made sure to stay a little longer than usual to make the time more special for everyone as you conversed and played games with them.

“Oh I bet, baby. You had such a long day today, I’m so proud of you~” He sings-songs - hands on your shoulders as he starts to massage them.

“Oh, that--that feels so gooooood…”

You melt under his touch; soft sighs leaving your lips as his hands travel down your chest and then further until they're ghosting the hem of your skirt.

“You wanna feel even better, sweetheart?”

“A-ah, Chan, maybe n-not here… Someone might--mmph!”

He reaches under your skirt until his fingertips are teasing you through your panties - your eyes immediately flitting to the mirror in front of you as you watch Chan touch you through the glass.

There was something about the way his hand was lost between the tulle and lace of your dress that has you moaning and craving more - but the bigger part of you knew it was not the time or place.

“Chan, C--Chan, someone m-might walk in… W-we should, ah, stop...” Whimpering, you place your hand on his forearm as he chuckles and nuzzles your neck.

“What’s so wrong with that, huh? Scared they’re gonna see their favorite girl getting her cunt fingered by her boyfriend while she wears this cute ‘lil maid costume? Or maybe I can make you watch yourself in the mirror while I fuck you from behind, hmm? You can go out there and greet them one last time with my cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt and staining the inside of your dress.”

A shiver rolls down your spine at his words and for a second, you’re grinding against his fingers that are poking and prodding you through the lacy panties.

But you hear the doorknob rattling and you’re quick to tug Chan’s hand away before you’re standing a foot away and breathing harshly.

And not a second later does the door open and reveal a slew of other staff who immediately fill up the empty space to clean up and go home for the night.

That’s okay, Chan tells himself, I have other work to do tonight anyway.

The next few days you intentionally take off for Halloween and for some self-care days with Chan - making sure that he had a spare key to your apartment to let himself in when he was ready to come over.

And the tiredness eventually takes its toll on you as you lay in bed waiting for him to slow up; eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself go into a dreamland instead.

“Mmnh… Chan…”

You dream about him often and this time it’s no different.

His warm body spooning your own from behind as his hands roam your body yet again.

“Ready to let me continue what I was doing before, sweetheart? Before we were interrupted?” He mumbles into your hair; his hand already slipping past the waistband of your shorts as you moan. “P-please… I wanna feel your fingers inside of me…”

He grins when he feels your soaked panties and the sleepiness in your voice lets him know that as far as you knew - you were still dreaming.

“Yeah? Want me to finger your pretty ‘lil cunt before I fuck it with my cock?”

You moan sleepily - thoroughly enjoying the dream you thought you were having when Chan’s fingers are gliding through your wet folds and teasing your clit.

“I--I want it, hurry… Mmnh, haven’t h-had time to do this l-lately…”

He slowly sinks his digits into your pussy as you let out an airy moan; walls clenching around them tightly as he starts to thrust them in and out.

“I would’ve if you let me, sweetheart. I would’ve fucked you right in that dressing room like the good ‘lil whore you are for me.”

Chan places his thumb on your clit and slowly rubs soft circles on it in time with his thrusts that have you whining and whimpering his name in return.

“Ngh, w-we would’ve gotten, ah, caught though… I d-didn’t wanna get in--in trouble…”

He curls his fingers right into your sweet spot as you mewl and arch away from his chest - already feeling close to an orgasm.

“Your body is so sensitive from not being touched in so long, sweetheart~ Don’t you ever play with yourself like this without me?” He teases.

“N-no…”

“No? Why’s that?”

You beg him to go faster; his touch feeling so real to your sleepy mind as your walls tighten even more around his fingers.

“It’s--it’s not the s-same, a-ah, I--my f-fingers aren’t as b-big as yours and, ngh, only y-you get me to c-cum this good…”

Chan doesn’t respond and instead flicks his wrist harder as he gets you to cum on his fingers.

And it’s not until your orgasm is cresting that you realize it’s not a dream but reality.

“O-oh, Chan!”

Your toes are curling and your manicured nails are digging into his forearm as he fingers you through your actual orgasm - quiet sobs on your lips from the intensity of it.

“Finally awake now, huh, sweetheart? You sounded so cute and sleepy thinking you were having a wet dream of me fingering your pretty ‘lil cunt. How nice that it was actually an orgasm, huh? Now I can’t wait to feel your tight ‘lil cunt around my cock.”

He laughs teasingly as you ride out the pleasure; only halting his movements when you’re begging him to stop from the overstimulation.

“H-how, ngh, how long w-were you…?”

“Oh, not that long, sweetheart~ Just when you started moaning my name.”

Your cheeks are burning as you calm yourself down - a rush of wetness soaking your already wet panties as Chan starts to tug your shorts down with them.

“Now that you’re not dreaming, how about I give you the real thing, hmm? My cock is already so hard, sweetheart~ It was taking everything inside me to not fuck you earlier.”

“L-like this?” You whisper; eyes peering into the darkness as he puts a little bit of space between your bodies to tug himself out of his sweats.

“Mmhmm… Haven’t fucked you in this position in a long time~”

Chan lifts your leg slightly and hooks it over his own - his cock sliding through your folds from behind as the head of it nudges your clit.

“Mmnh, C--Chan… m-my pussy needs y-your cock, a-ah, so bad… Please…”

“Such a needy ‘lil cockslut, aren’t you?” He sneers; right before he positions his cock at your entrance and bottoms out in a singular thrust.

“F-fuck! Chan!”

The stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and the way his cock curves right into your g-spot has your toes curling when he starts a moderately quick pace.

“How would your fans feel, hmm? If they found out that you were really just a needy ‘lil cockwhore for me? Hah, imagine their faces if they ever saw me with my cock balls deep inside this filthy cunt of yours - cum spilling out of you after I’ve already filled you up to the brim with it.”

Chan kisses your clothed shoulder as he rocks his hips into you from behind.

“You know they have all sorts of anonymous message boards these days… And I was thinking that we should post pictures sometime. We’ll cover our faces of course but, ah, I think they’d like the content, don’t you? Your body is so pretty, sweetheart~ Just like the rest of you~ And I’m sure they’d love to see how good you get fucked by me too. Some of your fans would get to see all of you~”

You let out a choked moan as he starts to double his pace and you feel your walls clamping down onto his shaft as you feel yourself on the edge of another orgasm.

“Fuh--fuck… Mmnh, that’d be--be so, ah, hot…” You moan, “Pictures of m-my pussy leaking with y-your cum…”

You let out a mewl as Chan lifts your leg higher to give himself more room to pound your cunt.

“You really are my filthy ‘lil slut, huh? You pretend to be so cute in front of your fans but look at you~ Wanting everyone to see your dripping ‘lil hole after I’ve fucked it. So fuckin’ filthy.” Chan growls.

You can feel his cock throbbing as his thrusts become erratic and you reach a hand down as you shakily rub circles around your clit.

“C-cum with m-me, Chan… Wanna f-feel you spilling all, ngh, y-your cum inside me…”

He smirks against your shoulder before you feel his lips on your neck kissing you softly - your breath hitching when you start to feel him sucking and biting on the skin.

“W-wait, d--don’t… C--Chan, don’t, a-ah, leave m-marks there…” You whimper.

But Chan doesn’t let up - instead sucking and biting harder onto the column of your throat as you let out a cry and cum around his cock

“Fuh--fuck! ‘M cumming…!”

You cry out and add pressure to your touches; rubbing your clit as harsh as Chan would as he chuckles against your skin.

“Don’t you remember, baby? I’m your stylist, aren’t I? I can cover everything up.”

Your walls flutter around his cock and Chan can’t hold back any longer; his cock throbbing as he give into the pleasure and cums inside your warm cunt.

“Be a good ‘lil slut and don’t let a drop spill, okay? I’ll have to punish you if you make a mess~ You know how much I hate cleaning up messes~” 

You clamp down harder onto his shaft as you ride out the bliss that pours over you - but it’s the second your start to come down from your high do you notice the pile of stained clothes that Chan left by the door.

“Chan...”

He kisses your shoulders a few more times; the soft gesture making you bite your bottom lip just as he starts to slow down his movements. 

On any normal day, you wouldn’t have thought twice about the pile of clothes - Chan being the type to keep any of your stage outfits he knew you’d like.

But something about the way they were stained is what made you even more curious.

“Mm?”

You try to focus your eyes in the darkness; hazy eyes trying to make out more of the shapes.

Telling yourself that the stains on the unfamiliar clothes didn’t look just like blood.

“That’s--that’s just... a stage outfit, right...? Did you take them from the company building...?”

And Chan sighs, kicking himself mentally. 

He thought he’d have time to get rid of those before you’d noticed but he’d admittedly gotten distracted when he heard you moaning out his name in your sleep.

It’s okay, Chan thinks.

I can cover up anything.

Anonymous

Thread Title: Is anyone going to the fansign next thursday?

Subject:

I’m going to the fansign for the first time next week… I’m really nervous and wanted to make some friends the day before? >.< Maybe get some drinks so we can plan to go together if anyone else is going alone. I’m really shy and I could use some friends lol.

My kakao ID : di__no____99

Please send me a message if you’re interested! I know a great place in town!

- nodi

#dino smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #dino scenarios #dino imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #lee chan #dino #chan smut

[hawkss-whore]

(photo cred: kadeart on twt)

Snow Bliss (Fluff, SFW)

It was finally winter. Time to cuddle up together with Hawks and stay home. But, you thought before that started you'd go out on a date. Because soon it was gonna be hard to go out with the snow.

y/n: Hey, how about we go on a date?

Keigo: Alright, get ready then love

y/n: Oh- we’re going like right now?

Keigo: Yeah, so get ready baby. Wear something warm or I will not take you anywhere

y/n: Yeah yeah I was gonna do it anyway, don’t wanna freeze out there

You headed to a nearby restaurant, it was way too cold to go anywhere too far. You had a nice warm meal, you didn’t wanna leave because it was so warm inside and you knew just how cold it was outside. After you both finished eating you started walking home. As you were getting closer to your house it started to feel like it was snowing. You looked up to see that it was snowing!

y/n: Oh my god the first snow of the year! It’s so pretty. Can we stay outside for a bit?

Keigo: Sure my love, whatever you want *kisses forehead*

Luckily in front of your house was a park so you headed to the park, you were so excited. So much so that you let go of Hawks and went off into the park by yourself. He just stood back and watched you.

*Hawks POV*

She ran off like a kid experiencing snow for the first time. I could never get tired of her and her childish ways. She looked so happy, spinning around as the snow fell around her. It was so cute how her little nose was turning red because of how cold it was. But her smile was so warm. I sat at a bench and just kinda watched her.

She started jumping around and laughing. And she’s clumsy so there were moments she’d slip. And I’d be shocked, already ready to run and catch her but of course, it would take more than that to ruin her fun. She’d catch herself and look at me with the biggest smile. As I sat there, watching her have fun I realized. I realized just how beautiful she was. How special she was to me. Nothing else existed in this moment, only my beautiful, clumsy, childish lover having fun in the snow.

And as cold as I was, I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else. She kept waving to me, asking me to join her but I just wanted to admire her at this moment. I probably looked so stupid, I’m sure you’d be able to tell just how in love I was with her just by the way my eyes would never leave her. She started building a snowman and was struggling to reach the top of it’s head. So I decided to go over and help her.

y/n: Hey I didn’t ask for your help! I can do it myself

Keigo: Oh she’s a big girl huh? Don’t need my help

y/n: Nope! Go back to sitting on your bench and doing nothing

Keigo: Ohhh as fun as that was, I got bored and wanted to join you on your fun

y/n: Well you can’t, you’re too old for this

Keigo: I’M too old? Okay babybird

y/n: Are you saying that I’M too old to be playing in the snow? Huh? Is that what you were gonna say?

Keigo: Of course not my love, you’re just the right age *laugh* But really, let me help you

y/n: Fine, old man

You laughed and helped her place the last ball of snow on the snowman, the head basically. She then scattered around looking for rocks and sticks and other things to add to the snowman. When she did, she wobbled back to where you were and started placing the objects on the snowman.

y/n: Hmmm I feel like it’s missing something, maybe a hat?

Keigo: Hate to break your heart dear, but I highly doubt we’ll find a hat around here

She pouted. You swear sometimes you didn’t know how old she was because she sure did not act her age. Although you couldn’t give her snowman a hat, you thought of something better. You sent 3 of your feathers flying onto the top of the snowman’s head. It looked like the snowman had 3 strands of red hair on its head.

y/n: Noooo you made him uglyyyy

Keigo: Ugly? I think he looks good, adds character to him

y/n: Three strands of sad hair gives him character?

Keigo: Yeah, I think so

y/n: Okay fine, it does look funny tho *giggles*

Keigo: No you look funny *kisses cheek*

y/n: Are you comparing me to a balding snowman?

Keigo: No I would NEVER, you are way more beautiful than a balding snowman

y/n: Mhmm that's what I thought, hey you haven’t had enough fun. How about we make snow angels?

Keigo: Babe it is so cold. I don’t think I wan-

Y/n pushed you back and you fell onto the snow. You were gonna yell at her but then she laid down beside you and started making a snow angel. She looked so pretty, her warm breath creating smoke as she laughed. God was she beautiful.

y/n: I bet my snow angel is gonna be better than yours

Keigo: Kid, I literally have wings. Mine is gonna look like an ACTUAL angel

y/n: Nope, bet mine would still look better

Keigo: Fine, you’re on

You both went at it, giving it your all to create the best snow angels you could. After that you sat at the bench for a bit, trying to catch your breath and stay warm. As you held her in your arms you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. Y/n is mine, she’s mine. And you love her so much, you love every second you’re around her. There’s no one else you’d want to spend the rest of your life with.

#mha fanfiction #hawks x you #mha hawks #bnha keigo #keigo takami #mha takami keigo #hawks fluff #keigo fluff #hawks x y/n #keigo x reader

[ikissjude]

enhypen taking care of you after your oral surgery

genre fluff. warnings gross mentions of blood and saliva. word count 1.2k. pairing bf!enhypen x gn!reader.

— a/n: hello everyone! idk if any of you have gotten your wisdom teeth out yet but i’m on day three of recovery and i’m not having fun 😀 so i wrote this to cheer myself up a bit, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

♡ — lee heeseung

as soon as you were done with your oral surgery he took you back home

he would help you change your gauze and take your medicine

finds you very amusing when you’re a bit loopy from the laughing gas

you were halfway asleep, trying to watch a movie

however this movie was a musical and you were singing your little heart out

you’d hear hee laughing and get upset just a bit

“what so funmy >:(“

and since he cant understand you with the gauze in your mouth he’d just laugh a little bit harder

you’d sulk at this and he’d just coo at you

“i’m sorry baby, you’re just so cute”

he’d give you endless amounts of ice cream to cheer you up 😫

rest of the members under the cut!

♡ — park jongseong

he was the one to actually take you to and from your oral surgery

knowing that you had to go on a soft food diet he’d probably hide all of the things you couldn’t eat the day before

after surgery you were KNOCKED so he just let you sleep, replacing your gauze until the bleeding stopped

however he did wake you up at times for you to take your meds

when you finally woke up on your own and came out of your room he immediately was by your side

“you sure you’re good on walking, love?”

you nodded but let him walk you to the couch anyway

“seongie i want soup”

“no baby, no hot foods for today”

pls you got so sad, you just wanted soup </3

in the end you got ice cream and cuddles with your bf seongie 😁

but you did cry about your soup

♡ — sim jaeyun

he’s just there to film you when you come out of surgery 🙄

he wants as much blackmail as he can get

jk </3 but tbh he does have tons of photos and videos of you sleeping with your face all swollen and puffy

thinks its so funny to see your cheeks swollen up and the ice pack wrapped around your face

makes you change your own gauze 🥲 does not want to get your saliva on his hands at ALL

calls you his lil chipmunk for the next week

knows you’re struggling with not eating your favorite foods so he goes on the soft food diet with you 🥺

“this isn’t some kind of plan to just have ice cream with me every morning, right yun?”

“i mean 😳”

pls you almost got soft at that though, you found it so cute

♡ — park sunghoon

hoon is someone who likes to tease so he will take you to your surgery just to see you loopy

but he also does a great job taking care of you 🥺 i promise he does

while taking you home you tried to have a coversation with him but he couldn’t understand with the gauze

but he still replied back bc he’s nice and he loves you <3

“hoonf fivn roen xusisn”

“yes absolutely honey”

he absolutely REFUSED to help you change your gauze at first

but while you were still loopy you tried to touch your stiches and omg he snatched your hand so fast

from then on you were not allowed to touch the gauze at all 😭

he would give you your soft foods and then make ramen for himself

AND HE WOULD TEASE YOU WITH THE RAMEN 🙄

“awn, they’re sad they can’t have any ramen 🥺 well that sucks”

cue the daggers at his head

♡ — kim sunoo

now listen here bc this boy would do such a great job at taking care of you

he’d have to hold back on squishing your puffy cheeks though, and it KILLED him

when you got back home he’d just be all over you, pampering you

“ah, y/n, i just wanna squish you, you’re so adorable”

you were still loopy and did not know who this boy was

“pls don’t, that’s my boyfriend’s job”

would lowkey be offended but would get over it since you’re loopy

expect TONS of cuddles from him, he does not want to let you out of his sight

literally walks you everywhere, just to make sure you don’t fall and hit your head

he’s so good with time too so every time you had to change your gauze and take your meds he was right there on the dot

will not let you touch the gauze #2

he will even give you head massages in case you got a headache from the pain 🥺

♡ — yang jungwon

just like jaeyun he’s there to film you when you come off your laughing gas 🤚🏾 so rude /j

holds your hand the whole way home though, just to calm you down a bit and tell you that he’s here for you

if you’re sleeping he carries you to bed, does not want you walking for a while

will only change your gauze while you’re sleeping

he may or may not have forgotten that you couldn’t eat hot foods so he made two bowls of ramen and had to eat both

“wonie i cant have that :/“

“oh….. well more for me!”

pls he means no harm he just doesn’t realize how unfair you were feeling

he does get you a bowl of ice cream and puts on your favorite movie to try and cheer you up

asks you every 30 minutes how you feel and if you needed anything

when you ask for his love and cuddles he goes RED

but then he wraps his arms around your waist and lets you rest your head on his chest and you’re just so happy and relaxed

♡ — nishimura riki

i don’t think either of you realized what you were getting into

he did not think he was actually gonna have to take care of you

and you did not think he was only there to film you in such a vulnerable state

films so many videos of you while you’re loopy and takes LOTS of photos of you sleeping

shows them to you when you wake up

“look how big your face looks in this one”

“riki 🥲”

its okay tho he kisses your forehead and tells you how cute you are

clingy mf who doesn’t wanna let you go #2

will also attempt the soft food diet with you but will miss his favorite foods

so he just doesn’t eat those in front of you LMAO

makes fun of you when you have the gauze in your mouth and you say anything

“riigjj speks helpf me ftkakr my nedns”

“i cant understand a single word you just said 🤚🏾 pls speak normally”

#enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen oneshots #enhypen ff #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jake #enhypen niki #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jungwon #enhypen x reader

[nerdzzone]

-More Hearts Than Mine-

Summary: Raising a child is hard. Raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars is even harder. And raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars who you’re not actually in a relationship with is even harder still.

Especially when a global pandemic is sweeping the world.

With lockdowns and stay at home orders looming on the horizon, the uncertainty of their situation becomes almost too much for Whitney Taylor to handle. Chris suggests that they quarantine together to avoid any potential separations but, given what happened the last time they spent more than a few brief moments in each other’s company, that could cause more problems than it solves…

Chris Evans x OFC

Sequel to: Once Bitten - Twice Shy

Note: I’ve decided to make this five parts instead of four. I was originally going to combine this part and the next one, but I feel like it flows better with a bit of separation between them!

Part One

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Part Two

The rest of our first afternoon together was spent lazing around. Grayson was tired, but continued to refuse his nap so we kept things low key to avoid any exhausted toddler meltdowns. By the time the evening rolled around, I was tired from the stress of the day myself and since I still had to unpack, I went up to my bedroom shortly after we'd tucked Grayson into bed.

I slept a lot better than I thought I would given everything that was on my mind and when I woke up, I could already hear the sounds of breakfast echoing up from the kitchen. Taking a few minutes to let myself wake up properly, I checked my phone and scrolled through social media before getting up, stretching and heading downstairs.

"Good morning," I smiled, finding Chris and Grayson sitting at the island eating some scrambled eggs while Scott leaned against the counter with a cereal bowl in his hands.

"G'morning, Mama!"

Grayson's greeting was said through a mouthful of food and Chris reminded him that wasn't polite before greeting me himself.

"Help yourself to whatever you want," he insisted. "There's some eggs left in the pan or cereal, whatever you can find. Maybe Grayson will even share his apple slices with you if you ask nicely."

Grayson gasped at that suggestion and frantically shook his head.

"No, Daddy!" He protested. "I don't want to share!"

I laughed as he reached over his plate to move the little bowl of sliced fruit closer to his body where he could keep it guarded.

"Not even one slice?" I asked. "But I'm so hungry!"

"Over there!" Grayson giggled, pointing at the counter.

I turned around and saw a few more apples in a bowl, making me smile as I turned back to the boys.

"But they're not nicely sliced like yours," I pointed out. "How can I eat those?"

Grayson shrugged and plucked one of his apples out of his bowl. He looked smug, thinking he'd won, but he was so distracted while he took a bite that he didn't see Chris' hand sneak over until he'd snatched one of the slices and tossed it to me.

"Catch!"

I did as Chris instructed and Grayson's jaw dropped. An indignant huff fell from his lips as he looked between the two of us.

"That's not nice."

Chris laughed, but I bit back a smile and returned his apple.

"You're right, baby," I agreed, kissing the top of your head. "That was mean, but we were just tricking you. You don't have to share your apple."

"Thanks, Mama."

The frown on his face turned back into a grin and I scraped the rest of the eggs that were in the pan on the stove onto a plate before turning back to the boys once I’d pulled a fork from the drawer.

"So, how do you want to work it with things like groceries while I'm here?"

"Just tell me what you want and I'll order it," Chris told me. "They've started doing curbside pick up pretty much everywhere so I was thinking I'd just do that."

"Oh, that's handy, but I meant like money wise. Should I just transfer you my share or do you want to alternate who pays?"

Chris stared at me for a moment as if he was trying to figure out if I was joking before he chuckled.

"I'm not taking any money from you, Whitney."

His voice was firm, but I furrowed my brow in confusion.

"What? Why not? I can't let you pay for everything."

"You're not still working, are you?" Scott asked. "Or is it different since, as a photographer, you're so far away from whoever you're taking pictures of?"

"I'm not working," I admitted. "I think it would be doable if it was, like, family portraits or something like that, but the big photo shoots involve too many people. Everyone cancelled on me last week or delayed my contracts until at least the summer."

"So, don't worry about paying for anything then," Chris shrugged. "It's not like you're going to eat that much, I think I can handle the cost."

He was trying to do a nice thing. He was a very generous person with those that he cared about, but I wasn't going to take advantage of him.

"I have savings, Chris," I insisted. "I'm not completely helpless."

As if sensing a rising tension, Scott put his bowl in the sink and grabbed his coffee mug before turning to Grayson.

"Hey, Gray, let's go see what cartoons we can find."

Grayson nodded eagerly and Chris helped him down from the tall stool so he could follow Scott out of the room, taking his little bowl of apples with him.

"I wasn't trying to imply that you're helpless," Chris assured me once they were out of earshot. "But you're tiny, I don't think that buying you a few groceries for the next couple of months will financially cripple me."

I tried to temper my defensiveness before I answered him, reminding myself again that he was trying to be helpful.

"I know that, but I don't feel comfortable living here for that long without contributing," I told him. "You already give me more than you need to every month for Grayson."

It was true. Since our custody agreement was that Grayson spent fifty percent of his time with each of us, he wasn't required to pay me any child support. But he did anyway. It was something we’d argued about on and off over the years because the amount that he gave me was way over the top. I appreciated his generosity and I did use all the money to buy things for Gray, but most of it ended up in a bank account that I'd opened for him because there was no way to spend it all in one month without Grayson becoming the most spoiled child in all of Massachusetts.

"I like to make sure he's taken care of."

"Which I am capable of doing with my own money when he's in my care," I reminded him. "But I don't want to start that whole conversation again. I just want to feel like I'm doing my part while I stay with you."

"And I appreciate that gesture, but it won't be necessary," Chris insisted. "You can clean, you can cook, do anything like that to help out, but I won't accept any money, especially while you're not working."

I sighed as he stood up to put his plate in the dishwasher while I put mine on the counter, too distracted by our conversation to eat. I knew it would be a struggle to get him to agree to take money from me, but I wasn't ready to back down so I thought of a compromise and hoped he would accept.

"How about we drop it for now," I suggested. "But if this thing goes on for more than a couple of weeks, can we talk about it again?"

Chris paused and crossed his arms. I could tell that he wanted to argue, but I was relieved when he agreed.

"Alright," he nodded, hesitating for a moment before adding a stipulation to the deal. "But we're going to talk about your car too before you leave here."

"My car? What about my car?"

"Grayson told me that it's not working properly," Chris admitted. "He said it sounds angry sometimes and that you haven't gotten it checked out yet."

I rolled my eyes, guessing that was one of those 'secrets' that he mentioned.

"It's fine," I assured him. "It made a weird sound one time last week when I tried to start it, but it's still working. I was going to take it in, but then all this virus stuff happened and I didn't have chance."

"You need a new one," Chris informed me. "That one is getting old anyway. I'll take you car shopping when things reopen."

I laughed at the absurdity of that statement, but I could see the annoyance on his face at my reaction.

"You're not buying me a car, Chris. The one I have is perfectly fine and if it's not then I will take myself car shopping, thank you very much."

"Why do you get so defensive when I try to help you?" He asked, his eyes shifting into a glare. "I'm not going to accidentally think that you're in love with me just because you accept a nice gesture from me. I can take a hint, Whitney, I get it."

My jaw dropped and I couldn't hold back a disgruntled scoff at his insane change of topic.

"What are you even talking about? This has nothing to do with that," I argued. "I wouldn’t have accepted your invitation if I knew you were going to hold that over me and throw it in my face all the time."

“All the time? This is the first time I’ve mentioned it!”

“Yes, but I’ve not even been here for twenty-fours hours and you’ve already brought it up!”

Perhaps it was my harsh, snappy tone that did it or my very valid criticism of his low blow, but Chris' body language softened.

"I just don't get why you get so worked up when I'm trying to help you..."

"Because I don't need help, Chris," I explained. "I might not be Captain America rich, but I do just fine and I can take care of myself. I can buy my own groceries and if I really needed to, I could buy myself a new car. You throwing money at me for things like that makes me feel like you don't value the success I've had in my career or my ability to manage my finances which is, quite frankly, offensive."

Chris dropped his arms so they were no longer crossed and his shoulders relaxed. Clearly, he'd been getting quite defensive as well and had realized it, whether he would admit it or not. I held my head high, proud of myself for explaining my feelings so well and taking him down a notch, but that feeling disappeared as soon as Chris spoke.

"If you were the richest woman in the world, I would still want to buy you a car," Chris started, looking more nervous than the dismissive, self-assured attitude I was getting moments ago. "I'd still want to buy you anything you could ever need because making you happy makes me happy."

My face fell at his confession and my heart clenched again, knowing what the underlying sentiment behind his statement was. It stung more than any hurtful words could have as the sincerity, the genuine care and appreciation, in his voice was heartbreaking. I regretted not adding a condition to our cohabitation that specified he wasn't allowed to say such nice, guilt inducing things as I stared at him for a moment, trying to think of a way to get out of this conversation that was more polite than just bolting out the door. 

Too much time was passing as his words hung between us so, short of any good comeback to his words, I shrugged.

"If you want to make me happy, let me contribute for the groceries."

It was Chris' turn to look shocked now, as he was obviously expecting a more thoughtful response to his rather vulnerable admission, but he pulled himself together quickly and a dry laugh fell from his lips.

"Nice try, Whitney," he smiled, shaking his head. "But that's not going to happen."

Without giving me any more time to argue, he turned on his heels and walked out the door leaving me alone to wallow in my guilt and wonder how much longer I'd be able to keep up my act of nonchalance.

-

There was a weird sense of restlessness in the house that day. Usually, killing a few days at home would be no big deal but, as soon as the stay at home orders came into place that morning, the knowledge that we were now unable to do anything else made it feel slightly more suffocating.

Chris wasn't lying though when he said that he planned to make this lockdown as enjoyable as possible so we managed to keep ourselves entertained as we planned out some of the things we could do. Chris and Scott were compiling a list of old movies they wanted to watch again, I ordered a bunch of puzzles and books (some more child appropriate and some for the adults), Chris dug out an old wiffle ball set he had from when they were kids and Scott organized Chris' video game collection, pulling out all the good ones like their favourite: Mario Kart.

By the end of the day, we were all feeling much more optimistic about how our time at home would go. Especially Grayson. It was finally starting to sink in for him that he got to spend the foreseeable future surrounded by all his favourite people - something that was unfortunately a rarity for him given our situation. He was bouncing off the walls as he threw his ideas into the mix and couldn't wait to get started on all the fun.

The excitement of the day led to another early night for him and I excused myself shortly after, declining the invitation to start practicing my Mario Kart skills.

After our conversation that morning, I was trying to keep a bit of distance from Chris. I wasn't mad and it didn't seem like he had any lasting feelings of annoyance either, but our earlier discussion proved to me that there was still tension and resentment between us. I wanted to let it settle and give him some space so our small disagreement didn't turn into a full-blown argument. Living together after everything we'd been through would be an adjustment period and easing into it would probably be the safest route.

So, I took myself off to my bedroom and lounged in bed watching some new mystery show on Netflix. I started it thinking it would just be a good way to pass a few hours until a reasonable time to go to bed but as usual with Netflix, I got sucked in and before I knew it, it was almost midnight.

I closed my laptop, knowing I needed to get some sleep as Grayson was an early riser, but I noticed the glass of water I'd taken upstairs with me hours ago was empty and my mouth was dry. With a sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, taking the glass to the kitchen to fill it up.

I crept down the stairs, assuming everyone would be in bed already, but I was surprised when I got to the kitchen to see the light on. I poked my head into the room and saw Scott sitting at the little island in the middle of the room, a drink in his hand and a melancholy look on his face.

"Hey," I greeted him, alerting him to my presence. "You're up late..."

"I was just FaceTiming with my boyfriend. He's in LA so it worked with the time difference."

"Boyfriend?" I questioned as I headed over to the sink to fill up my glass. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"It's pretty new," he sighed. "We've only been together about a month now."

"That's so exciting! You didn't want to stay in LA and quarantine with him?"

"No, we thought it was too fresh for us to, like, fully move in together and if I was in LA and not living with him then we wouldn't see each other anyway, so I decided I may as well come here."

"That's really hard," I frowned as I pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. "I'm sorry that you had to make a decision like that."

"It's alright," he shrugged despite the sad look on his face. "A lot of people have had to make much tougher decisions than that lately."

"That doesn't mean you can't be upset anyway."

"I know, but I'll be alright. I'm just glad we've got so many ways to stay in touch." He flashed me a smile and I was glad to see it. Scott was a good guy and one of those people who was usually so positive and upbeat that it was hard to see him feeling down. "What about you? How are you doing with everything?"

"Oh, I don't know," I sighed. "Do you mean the deadly virus plaguing the world? Or the fact that I'm in lockdown with the father of my child who I have a fairly complicated history with?"

"Both," Scott chuckled as he sipped his drink of what looked to be whiskey. "But I was more referring to being here in lockdown with Chris."

"It's hard, but I'm doing okay. It's just a weird situation."

"It'll definitely take some time to get used to for both of you," he nodded. "He felt really bad this morning. He told me what you said about how offensive it is when he throws money at you all the time and I totally agree, but I hope you know his heart was in the right place. He tells everyone how talented you are, he would never want to belittle your career."

"I know," I winced. "I overreacted a little bit."

"No, not at all!" Scott assured me. "He needed to hear it. I've been on the receiving end of it too so I know how you felt, but he doesn't realize how it comes off some times. He's just trying to be generous and help the people he loves."

I nodded and I knew that I should just end the conversation there. Tell him that I understood what Chris' intent was and leave it at that. But my heart overpowered my brain and I found myself opening up before I could stop myself.

"I just don't exactly deserve to be on that list," I reminded him. "And I shouldn't take advantage of any feelings he might have for me after the decision that I made."

"You really do deserve to be on that list," he told me with a smile. "He's really in love with you."

"Love might be a bit extreme," I scoffed. "He's made his feelings clear, I know he cares about me, but it's not love."

"He's not made his feelings clear enough then," Scott countered. "Because he's been head over heels in love with you since pretty much the moment he met you."

My mouth went dry as my brain fought to comprehend that claim while all my instincts were telling me that it wasn't true. Scott wouldn't lie to me, he wasn't that kind of person, but he could be exaggerating especially since he had been drinking. There was an honesty in his eyes though, a look that told me he was telling the truth, but I couldn't accept it, it just didn't make sense.

"That's not true," I argued. "He only ever saw me as a friend until that one night and that night was a mistake."

But Scott was confident in what he'd shared and he shook his head.

"He never saw you as just a friend. You were his endgame from day one."

Perhaps it was a delaying tactic, perhaps it was a nervous response or I was subconsciously trying to buy myself some time to make sense of what he was trying to tell me, but a giggle slipped out at Scott's choice of words.

"Endgame? Is that an Avengers joke?"

"It wasn't intentional," he assured me with a laugh, but he was quick to get us back on topic. "But I mean it. We had a conversation just a few weeks after you met and he was talking about you like you hung the moon. He's been enamoured from the start."

I couldn't wrap my head around it. He was speaking with such confidence, but the words he was saying might as well have been another language. Knowing what I knew about our situation, how things had unfolded between us, how that first night together went down and the aftermath of it, there was no sign that Chris had been in love with me. He cared about me, that much I knew, but to be in love? That didn't add up.

Especially when I'd had those feelings all along as well. Surely, I would have noticed had they been reciprocated.

I'd fallen silent as my brain buzzed, scrambling for any gesture or obvious evidence that I'd missed that might prove Scott's claim, but when he spoke again, I was pulled from my thoughts.

"Do you not feel the same way about him?" He asked. "And there's no judgment here, I can see both sides. I love Chris and I want him to be happy, but I respect what you're trying to do."

I felt my heart rate spike again as my palms grew sweaty in a way that was becoming annoyingly familiar.

I was aware of the importance of this conversation, but I was also aware that I wasn't having it with the right person. If Scott was being honest then Chris must have had his reasons for not sharing the depth of his feelings with me and it felt sneaky and deceitful that I was finding out from someone else. It also felt wrong that the answer to Scott's question was on the tip of my tongue. Chris deserved to know before his brother, but I was tired. Fighting through this mess all by myself was wearing me down and Scott had always been one of those people that compelled you to pour your heart out to him. He was a better listener than most and I needed someone, anyone, to give me some kind of guidance. So the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"I do feel the same," I admitted, my eyes firmly locked on the glass of water on the table in front of me as I worried I'd be too anxious to speak if I looked Scott in the eye. "I love him very much."

"Then why are you so scared to give him a chance?" He questioned. "Just because of Grayson?"

I nodded, but even I was starting to doubt my own motivations.

"We work together so well right now, but if we give it a shot and someone ends up getting hurt then we might not be able to put our feelings aside and keep things peaceful."

"But aren't you hurting each other every day that you spend in love with each other, but not together?" He pointed out. "Yet, you manage to put Grayson first through all that pain."

His words hit me like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head.

It was an excellent point.

We were both hurting from being apart, it was clear from how defensive we got over silly little things like we had that morning. I could only imagine how Chris felt, but it was hard for me to be around him all the time and just keep things friendly when in my heart I wanted more. I ached at the sight of him every time I dropped Grayson off or picked him up, but we still managed to be friendly and polite through that.

"How many of those drinks have you had?” I teased earning a laugh from Scott. “They’ve made you too wise.”

"Not enough," he joked. "But it's true, isn't it?"

"It is true, but it's different," I insisted. "If we were together and broke up, that kind of hurt can come with a lot of anger. Right now, we might be sad or disappointed about the situation, but there's no anger."

"Oh, there was anger," Scott informed me, grimacing slightly. "After Christmas, when he came back from dropping Grayson off at your house there was definitely anger. He slammed doors, stormed around the house, got drunk off his ass and ranted about it for hours. I've never seen him that upset over being turned down before."

My heart sank at that news. I knew that he'd been upset, but I didn't think he'd taken it that badly. I thought he was just a bit sulky, but now my guilt intensified.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, my voice thick with emotion. "I feel bad enough as it is..."

"Oh, honey, I'm not trying to make you feel bad," Scott assured me, reaching over to rub my back as I forced back the tears that had sprung to my eyes. "But it proves that even if one of you ends up heartbroken, you can still put Grayson first because you just did it."

"I didn't, Chris did," I pointed out after clearing my throat. "If it wasn't up to me, if Chris came to his senses and ditched me for some beautiful actress, then I'm not sure that I could be so forgiving."

"Why would he ditch you?"

As promised, there was no judgment in Scott's voice, just genuine curiosity and I shrugged as I answered.

"Because he could have any woman in America."

"Maybe not any woman, let's not get carried away," Scott smirked, his teasing tone making me smile. "But for such a relationship loving guy, don't you think it's interesting that he hasn't been in a serious relationship in about five years?"

That wasn't something I'd put much thought into, but it wasn't the 'gotcha' moment that it seemed like Scott had hoped it was.

"Not really. He's been busy with work the last few years," I pointed out. "And having a baby with me must have complicated his personal life a bit."

"You complicated his personal life the moment he met you," Scott insisted. "That's my point."

He sounded so sure of himself, but the words he was saying were still hard for me to comprehend. I'd always been so confident in my understanding of our relationship and if I was to believe him, it would shatter everything I thought I knew.

"I just don't see why he wouldn't have mentioned this by now..."

"You know how he gets with his anxiety. He's not always the over confident hotshot that people assume he is," Scott reminded me. "But you'll have to talk to him if you want more information than that."

I let out a sigh as I knew he was right.

"There's a lot that we need to talk about," I admitted. "Thank you for this though, Scott, you've given me a lot to think about."

"Anytime," he smiled. "And I completely respect that you're willing to put Grayson first despite whatever feelings you have. You're a wonderful mom and I would be proud to call you my sister-in-law."

I laughed at his outrageous leap from even considering a relationship straight to marriage and shook my head.

"You need to go to bed, Scott," I instructed. "You've clearly had too much to drink tonight."

"I probably have," he agreed. "But I meant everything that I've said. Think about it, okay?"

I nodded as I slid off the stool I was sitting on, wrapping my arms around him in a quick hug.

"I'm here for you too, you know that right?" I asked as I stepped back. "If you ever want to talk about your situation or vent and complain about the distance, whatever you need, I'm here."

"Thanks, Whitney," he smiled before dragging himself off his stool as well. "Goodnight."

I returned his smile and mumbled a 'goodnight' of my own before heading back to bed with all the new information that Scott had provided echoing around in my head. While it had been a very informative conversation, I wasn't quite sure whether I came away from it with the clarity I was looking for or just more confusion.

-

Part Three

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