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rocketrhap3000 · 9 months

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the great shirt debate

summary: bucky and reader doing laundry together, pure domestic fluff

a/n: one of my old fics, rewritten for bucky <3

warnings: no use of y/n, beefy!bucky needs his own warning and there is one tiny reference to intimacy but otherwise this is 110% tooth rotting fluff and therefore i am not responsible for your dentist bill ;)

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The pile of dirty clothes in the laundry room had only grown exponentially over the past two weeks. You and Bucky had both been nonstop working, which meant that the household chores got pushed aside. Luckily, the two of you are both relatively clean people, so the worst was really only the laundry, and the accumulation of Alpine’s pristine, white fur all over the floors and couches.

And after a lazy Saturday morning sleeping in (resting up after various intimate reunion activities after almost two weeks of no time together), you and Bucky finally decided to get on with the chores.

He took on the vacuuming - rearranging the furniture so he could get under and behind things - while you started on the laundry. You emptied the hampers, stripped the beds, and filled up the washing machine for the first load before wandering back to the living room to check in on Bucky. From afar, you’re able to hear the soft whirr of the vacuum cleaner, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight that falls upon your eyes when you walk into the living room.

Your six-foot-something super-soldier boyfriend has your pair of rose gold headphones over his ears, completely unbothered by the sound of the vacuum, and wiggling around, lip-syncing and dancing to whatever song is playing in the headphones as he sucks up the white cat hair from the navy shag area rug. He’s sporting a simple blue henley and a baggy pair of grey sweats that somehow still accentuate his bum perfectly, but he’s just so adorable that you can’t help but interfere with his task.

You walk up behind him, then snake your hands around his torso, and he reacts with a small jump, clearly not expecting you. He looks down at you with a loving smile, switches off the vacuum, then pulls his headphones off his ears, letting them rest around his neck, and you can hear that he’s listening to Ella Fitzgerald, ever the old soul.

“Boo,” you hum, softly scratching your fingers over his tummy.

“Gosh, you scared me, Sweets,” he laughs, cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment as he pulls his phone out of his pocket to pause the music, then pulls the headphones off his neck and tosses them to the couch.

“Sorry, you just looked too cute,” you giggle, and he turns around in your grasp, leaving the vacuum to stand on it’s own so that he can wrap his arms around you, too.

“Mm, thank you,” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to sweetly kiss your forehead. “You’re pretty cute, too.”

You only keep him for a little while longer before you let him finish up his task so you can move onto tackling the mess of papers and random things that had collected on the kitchen island over the past two weeks, causing the sleek wooden countertop to barely be visible.

By the time you finish sorting things out, taking them to their proper spots in the house, and sanitizing the kitchen counter, you make it back into the laundry room to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer and put a new load in to be washed.

It’s not long before you’re back with Bucky, watching as he finishes up vacuuming the entryway. Then, the two of you break for lunch together. It’s nothing extravagant at all, but it’s just the simplicity of spending time together again that makes you feel all giddy inside. The two of you take some time to lounge on the couch after lunch, too, just taking in each other’s touch and affection that you’d missed so much.

Eventually, you both reluctantly decide you should get back into finishing up the laundry, since it’s the last thing to check off the list before you’re done with everything. Bucky puts on your Spotify playlist on the tv in the bedroom and the two of you get to work folding and putting away the first load of clothes to replenish your nearly empty closets.

You’ve dumped out the warm, fresh clothes onto the bed and sorted through the pile, each taking your own clothes to fold, but Alpine thinks you’ve made a nice, warm bed for her. Laughing, both you and Bucky shoo her away gently, and she makes her way to her spot on the windowsill, instead.

It’s generally easy to find and separate your clothes; Bucky has a pretty select wardrobe of flannels, henleys, and earthy tones, so yours are easy to pick out among them. But sometimes, there are discrepancies as to whose clothes are whose.

“Oh, that one’s mine, too, Love,” you speak up, pointing to the navy v-neck on his side of the pile.

“This one?” he asks, placing his hand over one of his henleys.

“No, the blue tee,” you clarify.

“This one?” he asks again, this time picking up the right shirt, and you nod in confirmation. “Sweets, this is not yours,” he laughs.

“Yes it is,” you laugh back. “Hand it to me?”

“Sweets, it’s not yours. I swear I wore it like two days ago,” he tries to reason, but you’re not convinced.

You and Bucky share clothes frequently - well, you steal his clothes frequently - but you know for a fact that that is your shirt, even though you know Bucky would wear it, given the fact that sometimes his style choices consist of skin-tight tee shirts to unknowingly (or knowingly) flaunt his chiseled upper body. You’d never complain though; Bucky’s beefy, muscular form is absolutely perfect to you, and you love to see him comfortable in his own skin.

“I think you have one like it, but this is definitely my shirt. Look at the neckline, silly. Besides, this would’t even fit you, super soldier,” you laugh at him.

“You’d be surprised!” he laughs back.

“Mm, I know some of your shirts are like a second skin and I’m definitely not one to complain,” you tease, and he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “But this is one hundred percent my shirt, Bucky.”

“It’s mine, Sweets,” he grabs it from you again with another laugh, then folds over the neckline seam to look inside. “Look at the… tag."

“Mhm,” you cross your arms over your chest pridefully.

“There is no tag,” he deadpans, blush rising up from his neck and settling on his cheeks.

“What an astute observation, Detective Barnes. And why do you think that is?” you tease, taking a step closer to him to poke his taut tummy.

“Because you cut the tags off all your shirts...” he gives his answer, rolling his eyes in defeat.

“Which leaves us with the only conclusion!” you taunt him.

“It’s your shirt,” he sighs, folding the shirt ever so neatly before respectfully setting it down on your side of folded clothes.

“Mm, thank you,” you hum with a giggle, wrapping your arms around him and resting your cheek against his chest. “But if you really wanna borrow it, I’m sure you’d look great in it, Buck,” you tilt your head up to look at him, and his bashful smile makes your heart skip a beat.

“Oh, stop,” he chuckles softly back, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

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oncasette · 2 years

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𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗬

bradley bradshaw x fem!reader

summary: 1.3k.

“Honey, baby, sweetie pie. Light of my life. What were you expecting? No panties and my academy shirt?”

or the one where bradley comes home to find you washing some clothes. literally this is just smut babes.

warnings: smut, literally pwp, oral (f! recieving), short n sweet n to the point baby

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You were out of clothes. Totally, completely, out of underwear, out of clothes.

The only clean thing you could find was a pair of plaid pajama pants you’d stolen from your roommate in college and one of Bradley’s old naval academy tees, and while it wasn’t your most fashionable combo, it would have to make do for the couple hours it was going to take you to do laundry.

You’d just gotten your first load—of five, you’d already separated them—in the wash when you heard the key turning in the front door down the hall.

Odd. Bradley’s never home before five on weekdays. And it was one.

“Sweetheart?” you heard him call out. Yeah, it was definitely Brad.

“Mud room!” you replied before tucking the detergent back onto the shelf.

You heard him drop his keys in the bowl, his duffle by the door. His shoes must’ve been kicked off, too, because you hadn’t heard them clunking down the hall before he snuck up behind you.

“Don’t you look sexy,” he whispered, mustache brushing against your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You can feel his flight suit bunched up around his waist, tied there to give his torso more direct contact with you through the thinner fabric of his t-shirt.

“Shut up-“

“No, I’m being serious,” he chuckled. His thumbs are hooked into the waistband of your pants. Before long, all of his fingers are pushing past the elastic.

He’s not even trying to get in your pants, really, he’s just always had a fixation with skin-to-skin. Whenever possible, he’s pushing your clothes out of the way to palm at your skin.

“You’re home early,” you hummed, relaxing back into his embrace.

“Training got rained out,” he said, punctuated by a distant crackle of thunder. Huh, you hadn’t noticed it was storming. Probably due to your dirty laundry debacle.

“Good day, then?” He was always a little more chipper when it stormed. He loved flying, you knew that, but you also knew those bonus days off didn’t hurt him, either.

“Better now that I know you’re not wearing any panties,” he said, his lips catching the edge of your jaw. You can already feel the semi he’s rocking against your ass.

The washing machine shook violently as Bradley slowly walked the both of you forward until your front was pressed against it. His right hand had shifted, now fully on track to cup your bare heat with his calloused fingers. He was nothing if not efficient

“Bradley,” you panted. God, you forgot how big his hands were sometimes. His index finger just barely brushed your clit on its journey down, sending your hips jolting forward into them.

“Just be good for me, honey,” he murmured.

“Fuck me,” you groaned. He dipped two of his fingers down into your slick, spreading your essence so that he could circle your nub with ease.

“Trust me. I’m trying,” he mumbled, hips jumping to push you further into the vibrations of the machine.

“Don’t get all smart with me,” you said.

“Don’t act like you don’t love my mouth,” he said only to then attach said mouth to the hinge of your jaw. His other hand slips out of your waistband to push the thin fabric of his old shirt up your body until it's bunched above your bra-less tits.

His thumb replaces his index finger as he slides the rest of his digits lower until they’re barely brushing against your entrance. You can practically taste the whine that was building up at the base of your throat, but God if he doesn’t move his fingers, you might actually implode.

It was unfair how quickly he was able to work you up, if you were being honest.

“Don’t be mean,” you whimpered as his fingers dipped back up to circle your clit once more only to abruptly rip his hand away from your core completely a second later.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he pulls back from you enough to spin you around, lips finding yours the second you were facing him.

You’re still being pressed into the washer, legs caging you in as his hands find solace against your hip bones and he licks into your mouth. He’s so warm, even with the storm raging outside and the rain having dampened his hair slightly. Always running hot.

“You’re such a tease, you know that,” you breathed against his lips.

“Says you,” he said, shuffling the two of you over to the inactive dryer before tapping his hand against your hip. “Jump for me, baby.”

It takes him a second, having you up there and slightly above him, before he’s dropping to his knees and tugging your pants down. It isn’t as sexy as you know he wanted it to be. It takes a good bit of fidgeting and adjusting for you to get the damn things over your ass enough to pull them down your legs, and you wonder, for a second, if it would’ve just been easier to take them off when you were still standing. But, he’s so eager the thought flits out of your head before you have time to pay it any attention.

“Please,” you exhaled as he inched closer to you. Lips on the bend of your knee, hands atop of each of your respective thighs to keep them separated.

“What do you want?” he asked as he trailed his lips further up your thigh. So far you could feel his breath fanning against your weeping slit only to skip right over it and descend down your opposite leg.

“You know what I want,” you said. His stalled, breathing hitched as he adjusts himself on his knees.

“Need to hear you say it. Wanna hear you say it for me,” he mumbled as you threaded your fingers through his hair. It was so pretty like this, all sunkissed and blonde.

“Want you to touch me. Eat my pussy, fuck, anything you’re willing to give me,” you said finally.

Instead of responding, he fully leaned in to lick a stripe up your cunt with the flat of his tongue. God, he’s so good with his mouth. His nose catches your clit, bumping it as his mouth moves down to probe your entrance like his fingers had not even five minutes ago.

“Bradley, please.” His hands are anchored to your thighs, thumbs rubbing absentminded circles onto the exposed skin.

“Got you, baby, promise,” he mumbled, sending a pulse of vibrations through you.

He gave in then, delving into your pussy with his tongue. He’d never been able to deny you for very long. Not with the breathy moans you let slip when he kissed you, or the way you always twitched against his fingers when he touched you. Not with the way you begged him so prettily.

He brings his left hand up to rub your already throbbing clit with his thumb, the poor thing feeling abused with how hot and cold Bradley had been with it since he walked in the door. It doesn’t take long for that burning wave to start building in your abdomen, not with the way he’s drinking you in, tonguing at your spongy walls.

“‘M gonna cum,” you whimpered. He groans in reply, not daring to pull his mouth away enough to actually answer you. And you’re glad. You think you would’ve killed him if he pulled away, now.

It’s a couple more seconds–maybe, if you’re being generous–before you’re spilling onto his tongue, clenching and drooling and fully melting into him.

“So good for me,” he exhaled, panting as he pushed himself up from the ground to stand between your sticky thighs, jaw shiny and slick with your release.

“It’s a good thing I’m washing my clothes right now, or I’m sure I would’ve had to throw out another pair right then,” you said before he leaned in to peck your lips.

“Hmm, clean underwear is overrated,” he hummed as you mindlessly fiddled with the hem of his black t-shirt.

“You’re insatiable,” you say, not even sure you’re completely sated on your end.

“Honey, baby, sweetie pie. Light of my life. What were you expecting? No panties and my academy shirt?”

“It’s laundry day!”

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copperbadge · 6 months

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I will admit that I backloaded NaClYoHo for today, in that I got today's task done ahead of schedule. It wasn't planned; I was actually in one of those ADHD Time Management Moments yesterday where I thought, "I'm getting a haircut at 4:30, so I can't start anything after 3pm, and won't be able to do anything productive from then until bedtime."

But my hair is short and the barbershop is four blocks away, so I was home again by 5. And there was a new episode of Behind The Bastards out, so I figured I could listen to that and at least assemble the laundry if not actually do it.

This was more of a task than usual because I was planning to gather up all the Cat Laundry that I probably don't wash often enough -- the blankets on the windowsills where they like to sleep, the lining of the copilot's basket on my work desk, their Sulk Gourds, etc.

(Polk HATES when I wash their blankets. She's furious that the Blankets Are Gone and then she's furious that the Blankets Don't Smell Right.)

Anyway, once I had put everything into one of the sections of the hamper, I looked at it and thought, do I have the energy for the laundry room? Sure, why not. Our laundry room has a phone app, which is great because you can tell exactly how many machines are free -- and sure enough, every washer was available. So I rolled my laundry cart down there and ran four loads of laundry simultaneously. I miss having in-unit laundry but it goes a LOT faster when you've got more than one machine. (Lest you think I'm an asshole the room has eight washers, so I wasn't bogarting the laundry.)

So now Polk is running around scenting up the blankets again, I have clean clothes through the end of November, the air-dry-only Sulk Gourds are hanging up to dry, and I'm taking today off.

[ID: Two covered cat beds made of soft felt, shaped somewhat like pyramids, are hanging by loops on top that are attached to a coat hanger, which is hooked over my shower curtain rod. The cats are going to be so mad at the clean-laundry smell!]

#naclyoho #national clean your home month

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Sunshine on a Cloudy Day - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: You’re the Millers neighbours who has become practically family within two years except Joel has kept your from Tommy in fear of him breaking your heart... What happens when Joel one day tells you Tommy really cares about you and he has no problems of you pursuing Tommy...

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: pining; smut (p in v) and lots of fluff

Notes: This is my first try at no outbreak au

Y/N’s POV

Being best friends with your hot neighbours had its perks as well as its downsides. I had a spare key which the outwardly grumpy Joel Miller had cut for me a year into our friendship, ignoring the way Sarah looked between the two of us with a knowing look. Except she really didn’t know. Sure, Joel Henry Miller is fucking hot with his curly brown hair; deep caramel brown eyes and the messy scruff of a beard but he’s not the Miller I found myself falling for. Joel saw it first, of course, and told me that his little brother - Tommy - is too much of a playboy for me and that he’d break my heart but that didn’t stop me thinking of him at night or giggling myself silly when he was around.

Today was no different, my house was boring and empty so I grabbed my phone and the keys before heading across the street to the Miller’s house. It’s quiet stepping inside as Sarah’s at school and I’m guessing Joel and Tommy have a job today so I busy myself with cleaning up their mess. I’m off work until Monday, with nothing to do except twiddle my thumbs for the next two days so cleaning their house and cooking a hot meal for them is a great distraction and it’ll take my mind off my sister’s phone call. They’re not messy people, it’s just Joel struggles with getting up early but, he does it anyway to take his sweet daughter to school everyday before he and Tommy then drive on to wherever they’re working. If I’m at the coffee shop they’ll stop by for their usual coffees and tell me about their mornings if there’s no queue behind them. It’s nice. I love the routine we have. It could be seen as a little chaotic and weird to anyone else but it works for the four of us and I don’t want to lose it for anything.

Joel’s room is the messiest of course, the duvet half off the bed and clothes on the floor as if he overslept today which being Joel… yeah probably. I sniff every shirt on the floor, organising them into clean and dirty piles before folding the clean ones and putting them back into the drawers and stripping the bed because he probably hasn’t had time to wash his duvet in a while. The dirty pile is thrown at the top of the stairs as I go do the same in Sarah’s room, her bed being made and it’s clean enough to leave alone so I just grab her hamper of dirty clothes, adding them to the pile. The guest room hasn’t been touched since I last slept in there so all that’s left is Tommy’s room.

I knock first as he might be in there, you can never tell with Tommy, but there’s no reply so I cautiously open the door. It’s empty, he’s at work with Joel it seems and it gives me time to be able to clean his room, doing the same as I did with Joel’s but the smell of his shirts has me a little weak at the knees. I don’t know why but there’s just something about the way Tommy smells so much like vanilla; woodsmoke and fresh coffee that has me intoxicated. It takes me a minute to shake the thoughts of what he’d be like in bed, lips soft and persistent and the low husk to his voice. I have to quickly grab his dirty clothes and the stripped duvet cover, leaving the room before I do something stupid.

The pile of all their dirty laundry is a struggle to get into the washing machine but I refuse to do two loads so I make it fit, putting the detergent in and turning it on before focusing on getting the kitchen tidy so I can get food prepared. They have a dishwasher that makes things a lot easier so I load it with the dirty plates and cups that are piled on the side before wiping down every surface and checking for any glasses or plates elsewhere like the living room before putting it on. Then, knowing how busy the three of them have been I check their fridge and yeah I was right: there’s left over pizza and like three day old takeaway chicken wings along with condiments and milk that is on its last day. Their cupboards are in similar condition: a lonely bag of pasta and some cereal as well as a few sandwich fillers like Nutella. It’s only three in the afternoon so I have at least two more hours before Joel and Tommy get back so a quick trip to the supermarket is definitely an option but then again so is ordering the shopping as I’m not going to be able to carry four peoples worth of food back from the shops and I don’t have a car.

It doesn’t take long for the shopping to be ordered and delivered, our nosey neighbour bidding me good afternoon when I open the door to grab the bags from the delivery driver. I thank the driver then smile at William, sending him a wave before moving all the bags to the table so I can unpack them and put everything away. It should feel wrong, being in Joel’s house without him here and buying him shopping, putting it all away to then get started on dinner. Others would say they should pay me to be a stay at home mum but I’m not, I’m… I’m not sure what I am to them, maybe platonic soulmate? I don’t have to say anything for Joel to ever understand me and vice versa, that’s what platonic soulmates are, aren’t they? I don’t care what others think anyway, I’m happy in my own little bubble, it’s why I moved to Austin in the first place. I had to get away from everyone and everything I knew after the death of my brother, I couldn’t deal with the sympathetic looks and whispers.

The front door opens and familiar voices fill the house as I’m plating up the one pot creamy chicken pasta I settled on making. The three of them file in, eyes widening and mouths watering at the steaming food set at the table, throwing their thanks at me before they’re practically racing to their seats and digging in. I make sure the hob is off and that the seconds are covered before joining them, taking my seat next to Tommy with Joel opposite me and it’s perfect. Joel and Tommy begin to talk about their days, one of their workmen not having turned up and made everything stressful and they’ll have to work late tomorrow which means I’ll be spending the day with Sarah tomorrow. Sarah then tells her dad and Uncle Tommy about her day, how a fight broke out and her best friend - Theo - told her the kids were expelled. They’ve both had eventful days so I’m just glad I could help take some of the pressure off of them.

Joel’s doing amazingly as a single father, giving the fact Sarah’s mother just up and left him with Sarah one day. The brothers were forced to work things out, Tommy stepping up to be there for his older brother and little niece, and they’ve both done so fucking well for it. Sarah’s growing up to be a beautiful and fun, well mannered girl who is both equal parts strong and compassionate. It sometimes makes me jealous, seeing how well put together and close knit they are, longing for the same things but everything changed for me after losing my twin brother two years ago. My sister has reached out to me a few times but other than that not much has happened communication wise. Seeing the Millers makes me want to reach out to my parents but I know they would just reprimand me for leaving and if they found out where I lived they’d come all the way here and try and drag me back to California against my will. They had called me rude and disrespectful for not attending Scott’s funeral despite seeing the way I couldn’t leave the house that day without throwing up from the stress and realisation that my partner in crime was gone. I had packed up my things and hired a removal company to pick me up and drive me across the country to get as far away from it all as I could.

A hand settles on my thigh and I’m whipping my head up to see Tommy and Joel watching me, concern in their eyes and Sarah’s no where to be seen. Her plates empty and there’s movement upstairs which means she’s probably gone to do her homework. The hand tightens on my thigh, “You okay baby girl?” I can’t stop the shiver that runs down my back and directly to my core whenever Tommy calls me ‘baby girl’ as it does stuff to me.

“Y-yeah,” It’s not convincing, both of them raising their eyebrows at me, “My sister called me again to tell me my younger brother graduated yesterday.” I shrug and just focus on the comforting weight of Tommy’s hand through my jeans, the brothers sharing a look before they go back to eating and their own conversations knowing I’ll tell them one day about my past and my family. It’s another thing I love about them: they don’t push me to tell them things, knowing I’ll come to them if I want or need to. They’re always there for me and I hope I’m also there for them just as much. Maybe tonight could be the night I tell them about Scott… or tomorrow.

“Come on baby girl, movie night.” Tommy grins at me, that stupidly cocky smile making my cheeks heat up and I have to avert my gaze, feeling Joel roll his eyes at me and he snorts quietly from amusement, “Let’s go old man!” Tommy’s smirking at Joel who throws his napkin at Tommy, the younger slapping his arm in retaliation. Children.

I lean into Tommy’s side, pretending to sniff his shirt and pull a disgusted face, “Nice try, go shower first, you stink.” Before grabbing my now empty plate and heading to the sink, a gasp ripped from my lips when his familiar frame covers my back and presses me against the counter. His nose is cold against my neck, spreading goosebumps in its wake, lips ghosting over my neck before he murmurs, “Maybe you should join me, you stink too.”

It takes everything in me not to let him have me, not ready to have my heart broken like Joel said but a huge part of him wants him. From everything I’ve been told about Tommy, and what I’ve seen, it’s hard to tell if he really does like me or sees me as a challenge because I don’t just fall into bed with him. Those velvety lips really settle on my neck, teeth scraping my collarbone and I’m gripping the counter so hard my knuckles go white and his chest rumbles against my back. The vanilla; woodsmoke and coffee mixed with the sweat and heat of him being out in the sun working all day makes me dizzy with everything Tommy and my lips are parting with a shaky breath.

“Are you two gonna spent the evening fucking or join us?” Sarah’s cheeky voice scares me, my face heating up while Tommy doesn’t even seem phased as he just turns to her and winks. I stay where I am, too embarrassed to move as Tommy steps back a little, every fibre in my being wanting to follow him but I don’t. I have to take a deep breath before turning around to see Sarah grinning innocently at me while Tommy begins to raid the fridge as if I haven’t just fed him.

“Sarah!” We hear Joel scold Sarah for her language from the living room, no actual venom in it as he also swears sometimes in front of Sarah. Better to teach her it’s okay to swear in certain situations and calling sex ‘fucking’ is definitely not the right situation. Especially when it’s directed at her uncle and me.

Sarah just giggles and calls back a quick “Sorry Dad!” before watching me and Tommy. She’s always been curious and quickly worked out I wasn’t into her dad but her uncle, not as quickly as Joel but damn nearly as quick. It catches me off guard when she says, “I think you two would be cute together.”

“I was just going to grab some sweet treats I may have got you all,” I change the subject, feeling shy suddenly, Sarah’s face lights up at this and Tommy reappears from having his head in the fridge at the word treats, “But before any of us can have any Uncle Tommy needs to go shower.” I fix him with a pointed gaze and Sarah’s grabbing her uncle and pushing him towards the stairs.

“My offer still stands baby girl.” Tommy calls before Sarah’s making sure he actually goes upstairs. Once she’s sure he’s doing as he’s been told she waits for me to grab the only bag I didn’t unpack before we join Joel in the living room. He fixes me with a look as I settle on his left and Sarah sits on his right.

Joel doesn’t have to speak for me to know what that look means: He will break your heart. There’s something else though, something that has me frowning down at the bag of sweets until Joel’s taking the bag and handing it to Sarah who knows exactly what sweets and drinks are for who as we all have our own favourites. Joel leans close, wrapping his arms around me in a hug before he whispers something I didn’t ever expect from him, “He really cares for you.” I just frown at Joel, unsure of what he’s getting out as he’s always trying to deter me from my feeling for Tommy. It’s never out of jealousy, Joel and I have talked about us and we agree we are and always will just be best friends. I need to bring up the platonic soulmates to him at some point actually as- “He hasn’t even looked at another girl in months.” Joel’s sighing softly, forehead falling to my shoulder and I finally understand. Tommy cares for me. He’s not just trying to get in my pants, he actually cares for me.

The little touches, the flirting, the way he looks away when I catch him staring. He’s not flirting with me for the hell of it, he gets shy. Tommy gets shy over me but fuck his flirting game is something to be envied. The way he leaves me breathless and frustrated, that knowing smirk on his oh so kissable lips, the way he runs a hand through his dark curls and his cognac eyes sliding over me. Tommy’s hair and those freckles have to me the biggest weakness for me. The amount times I’ve dreamt about tangling my hands through those curly locks, watching the way his eyes would darken and he’d probably gasp so dirtily. It has me shifting in my seat and Joel’s smacking my leg with the back of his hand as if reading my thoughts. His caramel eyes are soft and he seems to nod ever so slightly and that’s all it takes for me to stand up and make my way out of the living room and upstairs as calmly as I can.

The bathroom door is unlocked so I open it silently, slipping inside and closing it without a sound. Tommy’s humming to himself, music playing on his phone so he doesn’t hear me and it gives me the opportunity to undress. It’s a huge risk I’m taking but I trust Joel’s words, quietly stepping in behind Tommy and just admiring how good he looks from the back. His lean muscles rippling and the smooth slide of his back, leading down to that very slap-able ass, all sun kissed skin and freckles. I have to refrain myself and instead step closer, snaking my arms around his waist causing him to jump a little before I’m pressing a kiss to his shoulder and he’s practically purring. He gently tugs me around him to I’m under the hot water, a groan escaping my lips as the water melts away all the tension in my shoulders and Tommy’s lips are on my neck. He’s smiling into the trail of kisses he’s leading up until the shower head is turned to the side so he can press those pretty lips to mine in a gentle kiss. I expected Tommy to be hot and needy like his flirting but he’s far from it, his kiss being slow and romantic, hands skimming over my sides as if his hands are trying to map and memorise every bump and curve of my body. It has me gasping a little, his tongue brushing against mine until my lung burn for oxygen.

“Hi there baby girl,” His cognac eyes are warm and full of emotions I’ve been trying to ignore for so long, they stay on my face, never once straying despite being naked in front of him, “Didn’t actually think you’d join me.”

“‘M crazy for you,” I mumble, going to duck my head but he stops me with a finger under my chin, pupils blown wide, “I’ve been crazy for you since we met.”

“Fuck baby girl,” He’s whining, pulling me flush against him and capturing me in another breathtaking kiss, this one wanting more and it doesn’t take long for me to tangle my hand in his hair and tug experimentally. The breathy moan he lets out has me tugging harder, wanting to hear more and his hands grip my hips tightly, “You keep doing that and we will be skipping movie night.”

“Is that a challenge?”

He’s turning the shower off, picking me up and making sure my legs are wrapped around his waist before he drags me into a kiss, walking us to his room. He’s throwing me on his bed, shutting his door as the sound of the movie gets turned up a little more, like Joel knows. Oh god, we’re about to have sex with Joel and Sarah in the house. I can never look at them again-

Lips are on my thighs, kisses scattering their way up, moustache burning the sensitive skin a little and as much as I’d love for him to eat me out, having seen the way he eats ice cream I need him. My hands reach for his hair, pulling him away from my aching core and over me, drawing him for a slow and passionate kiss while wrapping my legs around his waist. He gets the hint, chest rising and falling quickly as he murmurs in my ear, “You need prepping sweet girl.” It has me whining, back arching with need when he circles a rough pad of his finger around my wet heat. Any sound I make is swallowed by those addictive lips when he finally pushes a finger in, my walls immediately trying to clench around it and it draws a guttural sound from him. His lips trail down my neck and chest, teeth grazing my nipples before he’s sucking while beginning to move his finger inside me. All of it has my slamming a hand over my mouth as I try to stay quiet, especially when a second finger joins the first and he’s stretching me out. He’s rocking his hips into my leg, trying to be patient to make sure I’m comfortable but if he doesn’t stop soon I’m going to come.

He can feel me fluttering around his hands, smile on his lips where they’re now biting a hickey into my neck, his fingers curling and hitting that bundle of nerves that snatches the air from my lungs. Fuck. It’s as if he already knows my body with the way he has me teetering on the edge of bliss, my walls trying to keep him in and my thighs slamming shut around his arm. His thumb comes up to rub teasing circles into the hard bud and it has my body tensing as I cry our his name, wave after wave of ecstasy shuddering through my body and my mind blanks of everything except Tommy.

His lips find mine, moving leisurely, thumb caressing my cheek as he replaces his fingers with the head of his dick, already stretching me wide. A heavy gasp is ripped from me when he slowly begins to slide in, eyes squeezing shut as he’s bigger than he could have prepared me for but he’s whispering soothingly in my ear, “Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay baby girl. I’ve got you sweetheart. It’s alright. Deep breaths. Relax baby girl. I’ve got you.”

The whispers accompanied by his fingers gently working on my clit has me relaxing enough to accept him all the way, the moan he lets out when buried to the hilt makes me almost come again there and then. He holds himself still until the uncomfortableness turns into burning hot want and need and I’m cautiously rolling my hips against him, his cognac eyes flying open to meet mine with a hungry look in them. He draws me into a hot and heavy kiss as he pulls out so just the tip is still in before he slides back in, filling me up and it’s nothing I expected from Tommy. I never understood the difference between sex and making love until now with Tommy resting his forehead against mine and our hands tangled together either side of my head as he slowly thrusts, taking his time and drawing out our mutual pleasure. The sound of our panted breaths and soft whimpers and whines drowns out the muffled music from the movie downstairs and all I can smell is Tommy, the vanilla and woodsmoke still clinging to him even after the shower. It all adds to the slowly building tightness in my stomach and I’m moving my hips down to meet his, my back arching when he hits that sweet spot that has me seeing stars.

“T-Tommy..” I whine and his teeth graze my chin, adding to the pleasure as every fibre on my body is on fire, that coil tightening almost painfully as he drags against my g-spot with every thrust until I’m tensing up and my eyes roll back into my head. His hips begin snapping against mine, face buries in my neck and has tightening in mine as I ride out my high, him not too far behind.

“Fuuuckkk baby girl,” He pants against my neck, hips stuttering as he thrusts a few more times before he’s filling me up, teeth sinking into skin to muffle his moan before he’s collapsing on top of me and I’m untangling one hand from his to bring it to his hair. He hums softly as I begin carding it through his messy curls, “‘M so in love with you. Have been for a while.” He admits, slipping out and leaving me feeling empty.

“I’m in love with you too.” It’s spoken so quietly I’m not sure he hears it as he stands up to grab the towel and clean us up but from the grin that breaks out on his face he does. He’s grinning the whole time he’s wiping away the mess sliding down my legs as I’m too spent and tired to move. He helps me into a pair of his boxers and a baggy shirt before pulling on a pair of boxers himself. I can’t not blush when he just stands there, admiring me until I have to turn away as it’s too much attention, I’m not used to anyone looking at me like that. He’s looking at me like I hung the stars and it steals my breath away.

“We can have another movie night tomorrow to make it up to them,” Tommy laughs, sliding into his bed behind me, wrapping himself around me like a safety net between me and the uncertain world, “I want you to know I really fucking love you and always will. You’re my sunshine on a cloudy day sweetheart.”

That’s how I fall asleep, Tommy wrapped around me with his lips brushing against the back of my neck and his arm around my waist. A smile one my lips as his words echo around my mind.

Sunshine of a cloudy day.

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witchthewriter · 3 months

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𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓯𝓸𝓻 @night-girl-301.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 "𝑆𝑜𝑎𝑝" 𝑀𝑎𝑐𝑇𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠ℎ! I think he would absolutely love your extroverted nature; the way you don't mind the spotlight. Which makes it a lot easier for the both of you to have fun together.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Keeps a polaroid of you in his pocket; the one closest to his heart. Only takes it out when he's going on a mission - his worst fear is the enemy finding out about you

Your name saved in his phone is 'My Bonnie Lass', and likes to reread old messages before he goes to sleep.

The two of you have had MANY adventures, and when he tells Gaz about them (nonchalantly in conversation) it's almost as if the room falls quiet.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Scotland by the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra

(this is absolutely one of the most beautiful pieces of music I have ever heard. Without a doubt, when listening to this, it's how Johnny would feel whenever he returns to Scotland.)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

More Alike Than Different

Fake Relationship Which Turns Into True Love

Would Die For Each Other

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Johnny loves how easily you can lighten his mood (even though he's always been the person to do that for others). It's taken a load off his shoulders, having you in his life. Johnny realised one day that his life was actually lacking. That there had been a piece missing, and bloody aye bonnie, it was you!

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

I'm not 100% sure if you know this character but I think you would be great friends with Keegan. Mysterious, funny and sarcastic, I think you two would have a chaotic brother / sister relationship. Soap knows this, but still gets jealous.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑃𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓! Hell yeah, the fast boi. He would absolutely love teasing you; even before getting into a relationship, Pietro would flirt and do his best to make you blush. It drove you mad, but you did your best not to react. That was until Wanda made him see how much he actually did like you.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

One of the greatest things about having a speedy boyfriend, is that he can do things 100x quicker. Like clean - wash the dishes, do the laundry, vaccum. He does all this so you don't have to. You're his 'Princezná' (Princess).

You have matching rings - it's a promise ring, from him to you. Pietro gave you the ring (not quite a diamond, or too expensive) on your birthday, and then on his, you did the same.

One of the more protective significant others... he knows you can hold your own, but will not hesitate to step in when he feels like you've been disrespected.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Train by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

You Fell First, But They Fall Harder

Aggressively Supportive & Protective Of Each Other

Overly arrogant, flirty x Pretends To Be Unfazed, But Is Dying On The Inside

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How you can keep up with him, and at times, he feels as though he cannot keep up with you. I'm not talking about physical speed here, but wit and humour and socialising. You create friendships wherever you go. People like you. And all Pietro can do is stare. Because you're the life of the party...and the light of his life.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Your best friend would be Natasha - she would love your honesty, your knowledge and how fun you are. She would never say that to your face though. Your friendship is based on lightly teasing each other (Wanda calls it bullying and pouts unless you two say sorry ; even though no one was upset).

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑘𝑠! I think you two would start off as best friends and no matter how hard either of you would try to keep apart - you could never be able to. Almost like it was written in the stars, Tonks is the woman for you. Outgoing, bold, brave, loyal, determined - she's always by your side.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Tonks is the golden retriever girlfriend. She is excited to do ANYTHING with you and isn't afraid of looking like a fool either.

She can make you laugh even when you're in the deepest of dumps. Her presence is like laughter personified. And one of the best things is that she can change her appearance - into anything! You want a cuddle? Okay Tonks is turning into this HUGE bear!

Snores terribly loud though. A few times a week you have to shake her awake because she's snoring so loud. Only to realise she's somehow morphed into a lion's nose and that's why her snoring is louder than usual

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lay All Your Love On Me by Pale Honey

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"I've made a calculated decision." (Tonks) x "You can't do math?" (You)

Chaotic Dumbass (You) x Enthusiastic Dumbass (Tonks)

The Sarcastic Duo That Can Finish Each Other's Insults

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

You never make her feel weird, or like she has to entertain you to keep you around. You help her see her worth (most of the time without meaning to). She feels like you're soulmates, and has actually researched about the topic secretly, wanting to know if there's any truth to it.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

George Weasley - he never fails to make you laugh, but also listen to you when you need it. He's the calmer, more mature version of Fred. And you were drawn to his demeanour, almost romantically at first. But you both decided that being friends would be a lot better. And turns out, you were both right.

#personal aesthetic #match ups #cod #call of duty pair ups #call of duty ships #call of duty match ups #personal #harry potter pair ups #marvel pair ups #pair ups #personal pair ups #personal ships #witchthewriter

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just-jess-78 · 5 months

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Today has been a week since everything imploded. I haven’t heard a word from him and he definitely hasn’t heard one from me.

My head hasn’t been this clear in years. I used to constantly feel like my brain was stuck on a channel that was just static. The only negative emotion I’m having to fight is being embarrassed. Not because anyone knows or will know eventually. Nothing to do with what anyone else thinks just the embarrassment of knowing that he still let me try to make everything better knowing damn good and well that he was on his way out. What a snatch.

I haven’t been up this late in so long. My best friends sister is being transferred to home hospice tomorrow and she asked me this morning if I would go to her house and get her laundry and bring it home and do it because her dryer went out this morning. She has two kids. Her husband has two and they just adopted three more. I have been doing laundry non stop since this morning at eight. Lord love a duck. I totally fucking forgot how big a load of little kids laundry is. And I don’t know if kids socks just don’t match anymore or if I grabbed a basket of stragglers but there’s fifty million kids socks with no matches. My mom had a basket full of socks that had lost their match and I swear I spent a good part of my childhood having to “match socks” but I’ll tell you one thing…if a sock doesn’t find its match after three days in my house it goes straight to the trash. I do not play with sock baskets but the bitches I love do.

Doing someone else’s laundry is a very intimate thing. Normally I know I’m in love with someone when I start wanting to do their laundry and clean for them. Growing up I never even thought about being anything other than a wife and a mother. Everyone that comes to my house always comments on something. I feel like I was born knowing how to make a home a home. I know that sounds shallow but it’s coming from a deep place. My friend with the laundry was raised by her dad. Her mom died when she was little so she never had a mom in her life to teach her things like how to sort laundry or not to wash whites with jeans or anything because you need to bleach them. I guess my point is…what if that’s all I’m good at? What if I don’t enjoy doing anything else. That’s just kind of a thought that’s been in the back of my mind and I want to get it out of there so I can wake up and refocus on putting all the energy that I put into cleaning and making things “perfect” into myself and of course my kids I just feel guilty for mentioning them because we have a rule that nobody talks about/tags/posts pics of anyone without asking if the person minds and clearly I didn’t ask them.

I’ve done 18 huge loads of laundry and my last load is finally dry. Tomorrow I’m taking them to her and getting the stuff she couldn’t get out of her room without waking her husband up 🤪 I’ll tell you this much…I love her and I love being able to do her laundry for her 💗💗💗

Its still a lotta fucking little socks though lol

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babyspacebatclone · 8 months

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Can I get some help with something? Cuz I really would rather prevent a fire from happening at my work if my fears turn out not to be exaggerated….

I’ll start off by saying I did just do a quick search about this to prove I’m at least not making stuff up, but I’m afraid I’m going to need to parrot back some expert advice to my daycare’s owner because yes he really is that big of an idiot.

The question:

Exactly how dangerous is it to have a dryer start melting down fabric tags like shrinky dinks???

Like, that one corner is just straight hard plastic. I had to cut it loose to be able to get the baby bouncer cover on, which initially just confused me until I processed exactly how bad it was.

There was also a cloth baby book with teether-like edges that had them fuse together that I didn’t think to get a picture of before handing it over to my director, this book though so you can get an idea:

I know if something were to get caught in the door or similar that could cause the overheating, but the book is too big for that.

When I brought up what I found to my director, which has only been stuff from about a week, she (sadly rightly) said the owner would just tell is to “Not put stuff with plastic in the dryer then.”

I immediately showed her the bouncer cover, which proved that it’s not just obvious plastic but any synthetic fabric at risk, but she just sighed, had me turn down the temperature setting on our only working dryer, and reminded me that our idiot of an owner has let the other dryer sit broken for over four months because well, how badly do we need two dryers?

(We wash all the children’s nap blankets once a week. I’m 90% certain this is required by licensing. We have to do each room on different days because they take multiple loads. This is on top of cleaning rags, washing baby toys on every use, and older soft toys as often as we can manage….)

Anyway…

How big of a fire risk is there? Because the building is old, the basement hasn’t seen updating in probably 50 years, and if there is a fire starting in the laundry room there will be issues.

#tales from the daycare #please send help #electrician issues #clothing dryer #safety #actual fire risk #wtf what even is my life

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hanalulugguk · 1 year

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Three

Fast Times || Lee Felix

Pairings: Lee Felix x fem oc

genre: fluff, non-idol AU

Warnings: none.

Word count: 4.7 k

(not proof read!)

Note: i’m having so much fun writing this story. thank you for all the interactions with the past two chapters i appreciate it <3

these may seem slow and uneverntful but that’s because i plan on making this series a bit long so i want to introduce my characters properly.

lixie starts appearing more from this chapter forward <3

Enjoy <3

It’s saturday. Meaning for now, it’s a free day to do whatever till university work starts getting hectic and luna and eunbi barely see each other except for meal time, which even that is different for both of them most times.

Since they had the day off, eunbi and luna spent the majority of the morning cleaning the apartment. Deep cleaning. Luna’s favourite and eunbi’s most hated chore.

The two are very lenient when it comes to house chores. They each have their part. Luna cooks most meals, organizes and cleans. Eunbi tidies up and does the dishes, as well as keep an eye on the instant ramen and snacks stored. Whenever either gets busy, the other carries their role with no bother. Their living dynamics works very well, and they’re both very comfortable in it. Deep cleaning is mostly luna’s thing, but eunbi insists on helping every time, mostly with things like carrying the couch back so they don’t drag it across the floor or so luna doesn’t keep going back and forth. She also helps put things back into their place when luna is done.

Laundry is usually done depending on the load. If it’s a bigger load, luna is more patient with separating and doing a few washes. If it’s a smaller load, eunbi takes over.

They’re usually done by noon, if eunbi had slept, they’d both go grocery shopping, if not luna would go alone. Today it was the latter.

“Text me anything you want that’s not on the list.” luna pokes eunbi as she exits the bathroom after her shower.

The list on the white magnetic board on the fridge. The one they use to note things for each other like, ‘we need yoghurt’ or ‘i left some food for you, have a proper breakfast, not cereal’

Luna goes into her room, coco following behind, she unwraps the towel over her hair and brushes it through after putting in her products.

She ruffles up her curls a little before pulling out some clothes. Before the grocery store she needs to take coco on a walk since she wasn’t able to this morning due to their cleaning. So she needed something comfortable.

She pulled out a fitted dark grey long sleeved square neckline top and loose grey jeans. Upon changing she didn’t bother taking off her house shorts, since they were already men’s briefs and she would be wearing them again in a few hours. The pants hung too loose though so she tried to find the only belt she had. She couldn’t, probably somewhere at the bottom of her closet but she couldn’t bother to push through and look for them.

She threw her shirt on and slipped on some socks with her platform white shoes to keep her pants from dragging over the ground. Most of her shoes were chunky or platform because most of her pants were long and baggy. That lead to her never being her height and constantly looking taller. Always escaping the 5’5 allegations, it started off unintentionally but she started liking always having to look down at people instead, self conceited but fun.

She put her skincare on and a very light tap of blush. She didn’t bother with anything else but her brows since she’ll be wearing sunglasses anyway.

She diffused her hair and tucks some of it behind her ear, curls constantly falling in her face. She pulled out coco’s collar, just then noticing the grey that matched her dog’s hair also matched her outfit.

“Coco we’re matching,” she coos at the uninterested dog who was just happy at the sight of her collar. She secures it around her neck as her phone dings.

Checking it, she saw a text from eunbi with the things she wanted, she adds them to the list once she receives another text.

Eunbi: pay with our card, don’t be sneaky

Luna smiles as she slips her phone and card holder in her pockets. They sit comfortably, how wonderful men’s pants are.

She slips her headphones on and exits with coco’s leash in hand. They take a nice long walk for 30 minutes, with a quick park stop for coco to roll around the grass a little since she’ll be given a shower tonight anyway.

Coco likes night shower, why? It’ll always be a mystery. But whenever she takes her showers at night it’s like she’s given an extra life, she’s enjoying the air from the blow drier and jumping around. she’s bouncy and cuddly and gets very playful. Whenever she showers in the morning she hates, she barks and tries to attack the blow dryer despite her being a very calm dog most of the time. She likes to be left alone and not touched and eats very little. Almost reminds her of eunbi.

After their quick park stop, luna passes by the cafe to grab a coffee before she heads back to drop coco off and go to the store. She pushes the door open a little hesitantly, she doesn’t want to be told to leave because of coco and the owner had no signs on whether pets were allowed or not. She pauses her music on her way in.

With coco tucked in her arm, tail happily wagging with her tongue stuck out in exhaustion, she goes up to the counter, the girl behind the counter recognizes her and instantly notices the dog in luna’s arms.

She puts her hands over her mouth at the sight, “oh hello.” she coos at coco which gives luna instant relief. “What’s her name?” she asks luna as she extends her hand but doesn’t touch, probably to keep her hands clean for the customers. “Coco.” luna replies with a smile.

“Hi coco,” she uses a baby voice this time. “I’m sorry, what can i get you?” she apologizes getting ready to punch in her order. “It’s okay, i was a little worried she wouldn’t be allowed.” luna says patting coco’s head.

“Oh no they’re allowed. Even if they weren’t she would be. Right coco?” luna smiles gratefully at the gesture. “I’ll have an iced latte with almond milk and a water please. But in a cup not a bottle.”

“Absolutely, anything else?”

“No thank you,” luna handes her card to the lady as she scans it. As she hands her the card and receipt back she asks, “can i ask what your name is?”

“Aera.” she replies with a smile making luna nod and smile back. “I’m luna.”

“That’s a very pretty name.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“I’ll get your drink ready.” Aera steps back and luna moves to the pick up spot to wait.

“Hey luna, “

Luna turns around to see changbin standing behind her with both hands in his pocket. He had on black jeans and a light wash denim button up. His hair was dishevelled, his eyes were a little puffy. It looked like he woke up not too long ago.

“Hi changbin.” his eyes shoot to the dog in her hands, luna notices, and offers “do you wanna pet her?” changbin looks from the dog to luna as he nods in question.

“Yeah go ahead, she’s a people person.” at thank changbin scratches coco’s head and she leans into his touch making him smile.

“What’s her name?” he asks looking up at lun from where he leaned to be eye level with coco.

“Her name’s Coco,”

“Iced americano, iced latte with almond milk and a water.” changbin steps aside to grab his coffee, luna following. She places the plastic cup of water on the floor for coco and places the dog down to hydrate after her long walk.

Changbin stares at the dog as she drinks. “How old is she?”

“She’s three,” luna replies taking a sip of her coffee. Tastes so good after such a long morning with more chores left to do.

“Oh she’s so tiny,” he points out bending to pat her head as she drink.

“Yeah they don’t grown much more than this. She has so much life in her though, she goes feral when we’re play fighting.” luna points out making him chuckle.

“How was your first week?” changbin asks as he stands up, placing a hand in his pocket as he grips his cup in the other.

“It was fine, nothing too extreme happened, how was yours?” luna leans her weight on one foot as she crosses her arm under her other one that had her coffee.

“It was fine, have 3 courses i already hate”

“Oh that was quick.” she jokes making him snort. “Yeah, but it’s okay though, they seem relatively easy.” she nods not knowing exactly how to carry the conversation past that.

“I’ll get back to my friend, he's waiting for me, have a nice rest of the day.” changbin points to a table behind where an unfamiliar boy sat on his phone. “Yeah, you too.” she politely responds and he bends down to give the dog who was now lying patiently on the floor one last pat on the head.

“Bye coco, bye luna.”

“Bye changbin.”

Luna picks up her dog along with the now empty cup as she turns to try and spot the cashier, “bye Aera,” she calls out when she does. Aera turns around to see her and waves at her. Luna discards the cup before leaving.

Once outside, she places coco back on the floor, her leash in hand as they make their way back home. Once her paws are cleaned up, leash off and her bed and toys are pulled out from under the couch for her. “Your bowls are both full in the kitchen okay baby. Don’t bother aunty eunbi.” luna coos at coco as she places a kiss on top of her head. “She’ll eat you.” she jokingly whispers to the dog who pulls a fearful face.

She chuckles giving her one last kiss before heading out again but with her bag and two folded tote bags this time. Since she doesn’t take any transportation to the store she always has to walk back to the apartment with the bags of food, and based off past experiences, those plastic bags are not strong enough to last the whole way back.

She has since learned to take two big tote bags to put everything in to make the trip back easier and less frantic. All the strength training in the gym is really paying off in these weekly grocery store trips.

The walk to the grocery store is a little over 15 minutes. The weather is nice and the sun isn’t too hot, so it’s a nice walk. Luna enjoys trips to the grocery store, it’s one of her favourite things. She’s grown up cooking and baking with her mum and grandmother, being an only child for so long her mum and grandmother always catered to her and had time for her. Her favourite memories growing up were in the kitchen with her grandmother.

From helping ice the birthday cakes, mixing the batter, to being the one to press the on button on the mixer to make the soup, to being the one to cook and bake for them when she goes back home. Growing up, Luna was always close to her family, always loved and protected them just how they loved and protected her. So many of her memories that she loves and looked back at when she would feel homesick were with her family. She loved them dearly and wholly. They were always the ones she would turn to and still are.

So the little things like baking, cooking, going to the grocery store, taking a walk in the early morning like she always did with her grandmother back home, these were all things that grounded her really well and she couldn’t let go of them.

Upon arriving at the store, she pulls out a cart and begins picking up all the things missing at home. She even derives from the list and picks up some things she recalls eunbi and her liked. When she passed by the spices section she halted for a bit, not used to the selection. She used to bringing all the spices she uses and they have at home when she travels or when eunbi’s mum visits, but since neither has happened in the past few months they were left to the demise of grocery store selection, which to be fair, is a lot better than luna had thought would be.

“Is there anything specific you need?” after a few minutes of staring down the spices whilst only picking out sesame seeds and hot chilli flakes, she can understand why she would seem lost to the workers. But when she turns around she isn’t faced with a worker, but just a random guy standing next to her in a black shirt and grey sweatpants. He stood only a few inches taller than her with his arm leaned over his own half full cart. He had a lot of meat stacked up with beer and other side items. She didn’t look, it was just hard not to notice.

“You don’t work here.” she stated pointing at his attire, “i’m just helping no need to make it weird.” he joked making her reach up to pause her music and cross her arms.

“Forceful, aren’t we?” she points out, making him laugh, “if you’re good i’ll just keep going.” he states pointing to the end of the aisle where he was headed.

“Keep going then,” she steps aside, allowing him space to walk past, but he doesn’t. “What? Stuck to the ground?” she asks him, raising her brows.

“Wow, you’re funny,” he says but she can’t tell if he’s being genuine or sarcastic. “So i’ve been told.” she stares him down.

“Alright i’ll get going, don’t wanna bother you,” he says pushing his cart to begin to move before she replies, “too late,” he chuckles looking away and gives her a nod making her scrunch her face up.

She wasn’t actually bothered, she just doesn’t like overly confident guys.

After he’s gone she picks up two packs of crushed nori, garlic and onion powder and moves on. She grabs the rest of the list, picks up some liquid soup and stacks up on eunbi’s favourite iced tea that tastes like bitter cough drop syrups and checks out. Obviously using their shared card for bills and utilities.

When done she packs everything into the tote bags, but makes sure anything breakable is wrapped in plastic bags before she leaves. The trip back home is a little longer, mainly because of the extra weight added on.

Halfway through Luna pauses, as she usually does, to take a quick break. She halts for a minute or so before she’s back to moving again. She arrives home, takes a quick look around the hallway before entering the code into the security and carrying the bags inside being greeted by coco who pattered around her all the way to the kitchen.

Once inside she tosses her hair up and starts putting everything away, when she’s done she begins making dinner. She decided on miso ramen since eunbi had been talking about it a lot recently and there wasn’t anything specific luna craved.

She connects her phone to the speaker but doesn’t turn the music up too loudly so she doesn’t wake up eunbi before the food is ready and she’s rested enough. It takes around 40 minutes to get everything done and ready. She goes to change before she wakes eunbi. Clothes off, folded and house shirt back on, then she’s off to proceed waking her roommate up with caution.

When she enters the room it’s pitch black, she almost got a heart attack when she thought all the clothes piled up on the desk chair is a person.

“Eunbi,” she calls softly as she reaches the bed, shaking the girl a little before she grumbles, “get up it’s past 5,” she whispers again but gets nothing in return but eunbi covering her head in the covers.

“Yah, eunbi” she’s a little louder this time. “I made food,” at that she hears her clear her throat, “what’d you make?”

“Miso ramen.”

In the blink of an eye luna is pushed aside as eunbi’s feet patter against the floor as she hurries to the kitchen. “Bitch,” luna chuckles as she takes the covers off the floor and tosses them on the bed.

She goes out to join a no longer grumpy looking eunbi at the table who was sitting with her chopsticks in one hand, soup spoon in the other, waiting for luna.

“Thank you for waiting,” luna chuckles as she sits down and they both start eating, “of course, i’m a loyal friend.”

“Of course you are,”

They eat in silence with very minimal talking, luna exhausted from a long day and eunbi still being half asleep.

By the time the dishes were washed and everything was in place, the left over ramen place in the fridge and being left with nothing to do, both girls ended up on the couch with coco on luna’s lap.

Eunbi sighs heavily as she leans into the couch cushions enough for them to lock her in place, “what are YOU sighing at? You slept most of the day.” luna shoves eunbi’s leg with her foot making eunbi whine.

“I slept 8 hours total today,” she whines kicking her feet as she settles back again. “We could watch a movie,” luna suggests, already grabbing the remote to turn on the tv.

“Horror?”

“NO!”

Luna lets out a menacicle laugh at eunbi’s horrified look and scream, “i will not be subjected to your self inflecting torture again. You wanna watch these nightmare inducing movies do it by yourself, don’t drag me into it.”

“Miss congeniality?”

“Yes, give me pick me sandra bullock. Better than watching children talk to ghosts and inviting them to murder their family.”

“You’re being over dramatic.” luna states turning on the movie as they both scoot closer and bring coco in the middle so all three were huddled up together. “But am i really?” eunbi asks unwrapping the blanket draped over the couch’s arm rest. “You absolutely are,” luna retorts and the two fall silent afterwards, knowing very well eunbi is in fact very dramatic.

“You know we could have simply just placed the tv closer to the couch if i knew it was going to be like this,” eunbi, when they’re almost halfway through the movie, comments after watching luna squint for the 100th time to see.

“It’s never too late to rearrange,” luna says settling back into the couch after not being able to read the subtitle fast enough because she was squinting too hard and had to reread the first 3 words twice.

“Don’t you have glasses for this exact reason? You know, to see?” eunbi sarcastically says making luna smack her arm, “i do wear them,”

“You pretend to wear them,” she corrects pointing an accusing finger at her but she swats it away, before she can defend herself, or attempt to because she had nothing to say, luna’s phone vibrates between them.

“Answer before it pulls an orgasm out of me,” eunbi nudges her when she notices she makes no attempt to reach for her phone, “eeww,” luna winces as eunbi just giggles going back to the movie.

Upon seeing it’s mingi luna answers and puts him on speaker. “Hey girlie,” she greets holding the phone between them.

“What are you guys doing?”

“We’re watching a movie and talking about how luna needs to start using her glasses before she goes blind,” eunbi replies upon hearing mingi over the phone, “yeah that’s true, let me in.”

“Don’t you think you should let us know before you come over?” luna says already pulling her feet from under her to get up.

“Yeah what if we’re not at home?”

“Or we’re home and we’re naked?”eunbi asks, raising her voice to reach the phone that was already further from her.

Lun looks back at her with a questioning look, “why would both of you be naked at the same time?” mingi asks with a laugh.

“Why not?” luna defends even though she also does not agree, “well then it’ll be fine, you said i’m one of the girls.” mingi retorts making luna nod her head as she opens the door letting him in.

“That is very true,” she says stepping aside to let mingi in, he takes his shoes off and slips on luna’s fluffy platform flipflops instead of his designated dark blue ones. “Theif.” she comments closing the door, hearing it automatically lock behind her as they both head to the living room. “You weren’t wearing them.” he reasons simply.

“Hey minmin,” eunbi lifts her hand up for a high five which mingi gives before plopping down where luna was. “Hey that’s my place,” luna points out making mingi take the smallest, most tiny step to the side as he gives her a smug smile.

Luna, stubborn, shoves herself between the two, mingi fake whines but snuggles into her once she’s settled. Eunbi unpauses the movie as the three of them silently watch the rest of it.

“Eric matthews’ a pussy.” eunbi states right before the credits start rolling.

“That he is.” luna agrees as mingi nods, “didn’t step up to do shit even when gracie did,”

“Pussy,” eunbi repeats bitterly, “i need to pee.” luna points out, “did you raise your hand?” mingi asks side eyeing her. She does the same “i’m letting you know so you can get off me.” she nods towards his feet that somehow made their way onto her lap with his head on her shoulder.

“Hmm, good point.” he says but makes no effort to move. “I’ll pee on you.”

“No need to tell me thrice,” he says quickly scooting aside for luna to get up. When she does mingi looks over at eunbi who was dozing off, “go sleep in your bed.” he instructs but she doesn’t reply.

“I won’t carry you,” he points out and she scoffs, “luna’s the one that carries me to bed.”

“Yeah that’s true. Still, go sleep in your bed, you’ll get back pain from this position.”

“Luna suggested i stay up at least till 10 so i can get my sleeping schedule fixed.” eunbi says letting out a very loud yawn, it was still 8.

“Suggested.” mingi repeats in an attempt to point out, no one is forcing her to stay up.

“Yeah you’re right,” she says getting up and slipping her feet into her flipflops just as luna came back, “where are you going?”

“How do you pee so fast?” mingi asks looking up at her from the couch below her.

“I even wiped and washed my hands,” she taunts making him pull stank face whilst giving her a thumbs up, “you’re so cool.”

“I’m going to bed,” eunbi replies giving luna a quick pat on her butt before going to the kitchen for some water before bed. “But i wanted us to watch the princess diaries.”

“Watch it with mingi,” she says rinsing the cup and putting it back in the cupboard. “I really can’t stay up any longer.” eunbi explains making luna nod.

“How long has she been up?” mingi whispers to luna, “3 hours,” she whispers back before turning towards eunbi.

“Good night love,” luna blows eunbi a kiss as she smiles and blows one back.

“Night minmin,” she waves and he waves back, “night eun-ie.”

She smiles before heading to her room.

“Why don’t you wanna skip the gym in the morning and go at night with me?” he asks luna as she gets back in her spot on the couch, “i like working out in the morning, good morning cholesterol pump and the gym is empty.”

“Come once at least. Changbin and i have really good workouts in the afternoon, the gym is usually empty at night.”

“You AND changbin? I don’t know changbin that well to workout with him.”

“He’s nice.”

“What part of i don’t know changbin that well entails that i think he’s a menace to society?” luna asks confused as she looks down, or tries to, at mingi who’s settled on her shoulder again.

“I’m just saying,” replies simply, shrugging. “I’m just saying too. Changbin is nice, but i don’t know him well enough to workout with him and be comfortable. Also i don’t like to socialize in the gym.”

“Oh you’re one of those?” he asks making her nudge his head, “i’ve always been one of those, isn’t that why you guys didn’t like me at first?”

“No, we didn’t say we didn’t like you, we were just a little scared of you. You haven’t seen your resting face.” mingi defends looking up at her, she just hums in response, then they’re both quiet as she starts looking for the movie.

“Is princess diaries good?”

“So good,” luna says simply.

“Wait,” mingi grabs her hand before she starts the movie, “i’m hungry.”

luna stares at him, waiting for more because this can’t possibly be all he has to say. “And? Want me to fix you a meal?” she asks sarcastically, making mingi shrug. “I mean i wouldn’t mi- ow.” he’s caught mid sentence when she hits him on the head with the closest pillow she could reach.

“Fine, do you have any more of the seaweed chips?” he asks getting up and heading to the kitchen, “yeah, there’s left over miso ramen in the fridge, heat it up.”

Mingi squeals in excitement as he opens the fridge to take out the covered bowl, “ you’re so sweet you know that?” he asks popping the bowl into the microwave.

“I do, but it’s funny how that only occurs to you when i’ve fed you.”

“I still haven’t been fed,” he points out nodding towards the rotating bowl in the microwave. “Good point, say it again when you’ve been fed then.”

By 10:30 the movie was done and upon knowing halfway through that there’s a second part, mingi insisted they watch it, but by the time the first one was done he was already knocked out. Luna gently got up, placed his head on a cushion and covered him properly with the blanket.

Mingi has slept over so many times by now that he’s the sole reason the couch has been this soft and comfortable sit on within the first month of moving on.

She goes to the kitchen to boil some water for tea, the only time in the day where she drinks tea in the summer. when done, Luna turns off the lights and heads to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Once done she goes to her room where she notices coco on her bed snoring. She coos silently at the dog before proceeding to put her hair up, oil her nails, stretch her muscles and slide into bed.

She pulls out her phone once snuggled between her big fluffy pillows that she can’t sleep without. For her to have a good night sleep luna needs to feel surrounded, enveloped. Without it she barely ever falls asleep.

First instagram, her inactive twitter account, and finally 30 minutes of tiktok scrolling before she realizes she’s seen over 50 more videos after she said she’ll see one last video. Luna isn’t a high social media consumer.

She enjoys posting, she likes taking pictures of things around her, the sky, her coffee, the way her shoes and pants overlap nicely making it look cool to her. She doesn’t post all of them, but most of them at least. She barely scrolls through her feed, she knows that if she does she’ll start getting these thoughts that she does not want. So instead, she posts, disappears, replies to comments after days and then repeats.

All her accounts are public, but none of them garner any sort of buzz, but she does leave them accessible since she simply doesn’t care whether on private or not. Either way, she only follows who she wants, not who she feels like she owes a polite follow because they saw her a few times and chose to follow her.

When her tea is finished, with one last sip left, as always, and her phone is almost dead, she sets it on the charger and turns off her side lamp. Drifting off to sleep to her dog’s rhythmic snoring.

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Knight in Dulled Armor: Ch. 8

Chapter 8: Healing Hands

I once again seal myself in the storage room. The linen basket is overflowing with the many bedspreads I'll need to wash. To my surprise, it compacts easily, and not much force is needed to press everything down. Before heading out I make sure to grab my fabric detergents, tossing a couple small sealed containers in my pocket.

A strange realization hits me that I've never thought about who had been washing my own bedspreads at my estate. It was never anything I'd had to worry about. I'd get out of bed and dressed for my scheduled day of schooling and hobnobbing until I came home to fresh sheets on a made bed.

I brace my arms around the basket. "Hup," I let out, forcing the hefty object up off the ground. I shuffle my way out to the porch, trying my best to hide a slight struggle.

I leave the laundry bin just beside the tavern stairs and head out to grab two of the washtubs leaning up against the bathhouse wall. The laundry loads are prepped by adding soap and running the water over the linen clumps in the tubs that sit next to one another. As the water pours, the cloth sinks and darkens as it is drenched and drowns in the tub. I watch the glittering suds grow voluminous as the water fills and churns.

My time washing the laundry and hanging it out to dry I quickly realize is going to be spent with my mind often drifting off and snapping back to work. "So, Marietta is off the next two days, huh?" I think to myself. I wonder if Kenrik has anyone to fill her place, or if he'd limit our workload another way.

A small part of me was nervous about the idea of meeting new coworkers. I knew Hidorah wasn't the only one in the kitchen most of the time but I'd only caught glimpses now and then of a couple of unfamiliar faces through the serving window. For a moment I wonder if Hidorah knew them well, he seems to be sociable enough to know most around the tavern. My mind reaches for a thought, immediately sending a feeling of unease through my body.

"Do you think Hidorah has gossiped about me?" I ask myself. Tucking away my initial vain response of wondering what people think of me, I consider the deeper, more sinister possibilities.

If Hidorah, or anyone at the tavern for that matter, gets word out about my presence here it could lead to any number of incidents. I'm sure my family has set some kind of reward for my safe return, and I've quickly learned the type that occupies this barren wasteland. It's a miracle Val hadn't been a bounty hunter of some kind, ready to haggle for my life's worth with my parents.

I shake away the thought, looking down after I feel something wet hit my cheek and splatter over the bottom of my apron. I find myself churning the water far too erratically in my anxious state, needing to steady my breath as well. At least I can say I've ensured the clothes were clean the best I could.

My hands waste no time moving on to the next part of laundry, and my mind indulges in the free time in a more lighthearted tone than before. After I'm finished with laundry I assume I'll just be helping Marietta with tables. That shouldn't be too exhausting of a task until I finish work.

While I enjoy the thought of relaxing after work, something tells me this evening won't entail anything as... unexpected as last night with Val having left early this morning. By the time he returns in a week, I doubt he'll remember his proposition. That's considering that he was able to remember the morning after, anyway. I do my best to subdue any arising expectations. After all, I wasn't actually considering going with him, was I?

Ready to wring the laundry, I dump the water from the tub onto the dry, cracked earth. The dark liquid fills the crevices in the compact soil, being drained into and absorbed by the dirt. However, this does nothing to quench the thirst of the desert, as the ground is only wet for mere seconds before gradually evaporating and returning to its normal color.

Making my way from the water pump along the tavern's side to just behind the building I spot the mangle and laundry rack that had yet to be laid out. It was an awkward process, but after tugging on various metal bars and fiddling with a couple of latches, I pry open and set up the drying rack. I try to make quick work of wringing the laundry, but my arm quickly grows fatigued after making it through only a fraction of the laundry. This is ridiculous; I am not built for manual labor. To put my knowledge and skill to a finicky hand crank is practically defamation.

Despite my intense want for either some oil to grease this with or a stronger coworker than someone of Hidorah's frame, I persist and find the crank slowly loosening as I continue. I hang them as I go, finishing half my tub fairly quickly. Before I know it I've filled a notable portion of the rack, ready to move on to my next tub.

I reach for another damp, steely grey sheet, slowly pulling it out from between all the other fabric it desperately tries to cling to. As I pull, a new color slowly emerges from the linen. The russet brown object's shape and texture are obscure as it twists and morphs until fully freed. I finally convince myself to pick it up. It was an oversized, thin leather glove, still stained with what looks to be oil and blood all over. The glove that should barely come past the wearer's wrist comes halfway down my forearm.

"Who's is this?" I catch myself muttering in disbelief.

"Take a guess," a voice startles me, and I immediately turn to find Marietta at the water spout across the building.

"Sorry," she chuckles, "I don't know about you, but I only know one patron that's been here recently that glove could fit."

The answer becomes far too apparent upon hearing her response. This was Val's glove; it must have gotten lost in his sheets when he went to bed one night. Part of me wondered which room I'd cleaned was his, though I wasn't sure what I'd do with such useless information. Nonetheless, I secure it to the drying rack with a clothespin.

Whatever business Marietta had outside she'd wrapped up and left me by myself once more. I continue setting the linen out to dry, with it not taking more than a few minutes now that the crank had been working properly. I wipe the sweat from my brow as I finish working, taking a moment to pause before returning inside.

"What do you want me to work on next, Kenrik?" I ask as the tavern doors squeal open.

"Well, honestly I don't have much else for you today, Elaine," he tells me. "I've got tables covered and someone in the bathhouse cleaning now," Kenrik explains.

I raise my brow, unsure of what to say next. Kenrik puts a hand out, gesturing for my leave with a wave. "You're free to go," he tells me.

I shrug, not wanting to argue with him and certainly not wanting to pack more onto my workload. As I once again seal myself in my room with a click of the door, my mind snaps back to wondering why I hadn't known any other staff. "I suppose I haven't exactly been making a great effort," I shamefully admit. Most nights after work I tend to retire back to my room or stick close to those I know well enough.

"I can't possibly get to know everyone, and my presence here is precarious in itself," I try to reason with myself. But if I wasn't a runaway and had the free choice to get to know whoever I could, would I?

"Who else could I want to know? I can only imagine who I want to know more," I feel my stomach clench upon the last sentiment. Now, it wouldn't be dishonest to say that I enjoy getting to know the friends I've made here; I love spending time and chatting with both Marietta and Hidorah. Although, they aren't who I initially thought of; are they?

Admittedly, my mind had fetched an image of Val in an instant. The picture of his helm sunken so close to my face that I couldn't tell if the baiting detail was exaggerated. I drop onto my bed, far too happy to be able to sink into it early in the day.

I roll my head to the side, allowing my view to morph from the ceiling to the top of my nightstand. My body sunk and nestled its way into the small divot in the bed. A breath escapes me, holding it until my lungs are emptied. I slowly close my eyes, eager to feel true rest for the first time today.

My consciousness returns when I draw in a cold breath. The room was gloomy, and the air cool in the waning night. I was up earlier than usual, for one reason or another. Whether it was my excess rest or my bladder waking me up prematurely, I'm not sure. Luckily my way to the bathroom is more well-lit through the dining hall, with the windows offering a dim, soft natural light. Everything adapts an unnatural yet charming gold hue as the tiniest glint on the horizon brings forth the day.

I notice a feeling of unease from the empty tavern as I return to my room. I try to dismiss it, marking it off as being nervous for my day at work. Still, it persists after I've met my hygiene needs and I'm dressed in my uniform. The feeling is unable to shake, and it slowly morphs into the idea that I'd forgotten something. Pockets are pat down, my hair is preened and my outfit is adjusted to near perfection. Yet still, something is missing.

Missing! Yes, that was it. Marietta won't be working today, I remember now. The feeling dissipates and is blown away with a sigh of relief. At least I've already ensured I have everything I need; I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I draw in a slow breath, releasing only when my lungs can hold no more. My eyes are locked to the window, unable to pull away from the brightening gradient in the horizon.

There was still a small chunk of time until I needed to be out of my room. Strangely, I find myself lying on my back in bed, staring at nothing in particular. I feel my stomach sink, coming to the realization that I'm stalling. Hopefully, I won't be run ragged with the tavern lacking Marietta's help today. With a deep breath, I try to calm my nerves and be ready for the day.

Granted, I expected my day to be more difficult without Marietta's expertise but I didn't think that we were so understaffed that I would need Hidorah's help in the dining hall. While not clumsy or lazy necessarily, Hidorah's skills were still limited to select tasks outside of the kitchen. I did my best not to make it obvious when his help wasn't wanted, but I don't know how many times I can endure his time-consuming mistakes I now need to nanny. So far there'd been attempts to mop as I'm dusting, he used the wrong cleaner on the tables and left messes every step in his path.

I take a sharp breath watching him roll a vacant table's silverware in rags rather than napkins. Not cloth or tissue at that, proving his inability to work under directions even with multiple options. A sigh rolls from my lips, "Hidorah, I can handle this. But you can't use these," I explain as I correct his mistake.

"What am I supposed to do?" Hidorah asks, letting his hands fall to his thighs with a muffled slap.

"There's nothing else to do, and Kenrik doesn't like me just standing around," he gripes.

"You know it would be faster if I focused on cleaning," I chime in, already wiping down tables.

"Come on, don't act like I'm totally incompetent," he scoffs, lingering close behind me as I clean a booth seat.

"I know, you're great with customers," I sigh, doing my best to contain my growing smirk.

"I am so great with customers!" He reiterates, once again reminding me of his strong suits. "And with drinks and orders," Hidorah declares.

"Well, you've managed to not spill a single plate, drink, or gotten an order wrong..." I admit.

"And you said we're splitting tips, right?" I ask. My mind flashes back to the pile of silver pooling in Hidorah's pockets after he'd spent his morning shmoozing with every customer he could.

He nods, tapping one of his pockets on his waist apron. A short burst of jingling and clinks emanate from the pocket.

"You're helping plenty enough, but-" My suggestion to act busy is swept away as a small crowd huddles toward the entrance of the tavern.

"Oh, go take care of those people," I shoo him away to manage guests, focusing on my cleaning duties. A few more patrons are seated, and a few more tables are cleaned. I am just finishing sweeping the dining area when I am stopped in my tracks.

Glass shatters beside my feet and a hiss breaks through the dining hall. I turn to see Hidorah kneeling low with one hand guarding another. White glints speckled across the floor catch my eye, and I quickly recognize a glass had been broken and scattered across the wood plank floor.

Hidorah had barely gotten himself up off the floor by the time I'd made my way to him. I stuff a hand beneath his arm and guide him to the kitchen in his lagging state. Droplets of blood splatter on the floor, trailing behind us as we head into the kitchen.

I wedge myself to the side of the sink, turning on the cold water before Hidorah's shaky grasp secured its place around the spout. Waves of red splash through the basin before swirling down the drain. While most of the blood is washed away, a dark residue splotch remains around the cut down the length of his palm.

I swear the water was set to be cold, and it had been when we'd begun rinsing all the blood. But now it seemed to be warm, getting hotter even; gradually, albeit. Perhaps it had just run out quickly in the desert heat; still an annoyance though. My head felt heavy, and my eyelids began to flutter. I push through my churning stomach, forcing down the sickening nausea the sheer amount of blood had provoked.

Hidorah had clenched his hand in a way that suppressed most of the bleeding, making it much easier to focus. However, my unease isn't lifted altogether. As small golden orbs speckle my vision, I wonder what produces such a thing. "Had this been the tavern lighting? Or perhaps oil beading as it drains down the kitchen sink? Or...is this because I'm feeling faint?" I ask myself, fighting my buckling knees.

He readied a clean cloth from his pocket, attempting to use his free hand to wrap the wound. I take over, holding his hand in his palm and racing to put pressure on the wound. Hidorah's face twists into a grimace for a moment, unable to hide his pain.

Hidorah sucks in a sharp breath, "And I was doing so well," he gives a half-hearted chuckle as the cloth constricts his hand. He tries to steady his ragged, shallow breathing to no avail as I tug it even tighter around his palm. His face scrunches with a wince, and a hiss permeates the air.

I fix one hand beneath his only momentarily before needing the other to steady the shaking. I glance up at Hidorah's face only to find that much of the color has drained from it.

His wide eyes met mine, and I did my best to subdue his panic. "The bleeding is under control, I'm going to get bandages from under the bar," I explain. My attempt to release him is thwarted by Hidorah's cold hand clasped over mine.

"Han-hang on," he breathes. "I- I think Kenrik is getting it," Hidorah tells me. His eyes are still locked with mine, waiting for something I wasn't sure I could provide. "Just stay," Please," he begs, his breath picking up speed as I slip away a step to steady myself.

Kenrik finally arrives, pressing a roll of bandage in my sweaty palm. He squeezes his frail body back through the kitchen entryway, quickly making room for me to work above the sink. My breath squeezes its way from my body in a stressed groan of some sort. Luckily, the cloth isn't difficult to peel away from Hidorah's soaking hand. By what I can only assume to be the will of some deity, his bleeding has completely stopped beneath a thin scab already. Within moments I have his palm bandaged.

Hidorah's spare hand finds his other wrist, pulling it close to his chest with a shaky sigh of relief. "I really thought I might've went there," he lets out a wheezy laugh, his chest heaving with every breath. "With all that blood..." He trails off. Even with his wide grin, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were wide and primal. His eyes are completely dilated, leaving hardly any color behind his dark pupils.

There was an unshakable sense of terror in his stance and expression, I don't know why he felt any sense to hide it. Even now my heart is still pounding, and I find myself craving, needing him to tell me he's alright. With his back to me, he steps behind the bar. I follow close behind with a hand on his shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, settling beside the bar in a corner.

"It still hurts like a-" He winces. "But, I feel better knowing I'm not gonna die," he admits.

My fingers graze the rough texture of the bandage, curling between his thumb and lifting the back of his hand. I once again check for blood, finding no leaks or stains. We eventually settle at the empty bar, most likely vacant from the commotion. Kenrik serves Hidorah a quick meal he'd thrown together, sliding it across the countertop as well as a drink.

"You better take a break and rest," he tells him. Hidorah grips his fork in a shaking hand, pushing out an extraordinary effort to gather a bite. After some struggle, he slowly guides it to his lips. For a moment, I consider asking if he wants assistance, though I know Hidorah would decline. Luckily, his nerves soon steady and he's able to eat with little interruption.

Finishing work without anyone's help isn't as daunting as it seems when I finally get to lock my door behind me. Hidorah had been able to head home early, which was fair given the circumstances. With any luck bandages and disinfectants should be enough and he'll be able to come in tomorrow. My work uniform is off in record time and I'm changed into clothes for the evening.

With a flick of my wrist, a ribbon is closed in my palm and my hair falls to my shoulders. I run my fingers through the dense, dark locks to find that a few knots have appeared throughout the day. After a minute or so of struggling, the knots are brushed out as quickly as they'd been discovered.

Glancing around, I decide to tend to my room's needs. A swift sweeping and dusting spiffen up my living space in no time at all. My bed is still made from this morning, making my routine one task shorter. My lungs fill and slowly release a breath as I place myself on the bed.

I can practically feel my bones settling into their usual groves in my bed I'd made in my time here. This sunken pit is the most comfortable place in the world right now, just as it was at home in my own bed. It's nice to know at least something follows me wherever I go.

With a creak, the end table drawer is pulled open, and I spot the textbook tucked in the far corner. Flicking through the edges of the pages, I retrace what I'd read and catch up to where I've left off. While not an introduction to Elven history as a whole, the text offered archives of Braiewood's history. Still, plenty of significance lies in this book. Until sunset, I traverse the text, chronologically coordinated for my reading pleasure.

The tavern was strangely quiet this morning, with few people in the dining hall and neither of my usual coworkers to chat with. This at least meant work was slow, which I don't mind. I've been tending to the two patrons at their tables while Kenrik manned the bar. Though, earlier the tavern was empty for so long that I'd kept up with housekeeping in a few available rooms. With some light cleaning in the tavern between serving orders, nothing has been nearly as strenuous as the day prior.

With just the bar occupied yet again and the dining hall clean, Kenrik slides me the only remaining room key. At this rate, once I finish this I'll just be standing by in my room in case any patrons arrive. A series of small clicks follow me down the hall with every step, stopping abruptly as I reach the door. The key slides in with ease, and I unlock it on the first try; a rarity despite having more than enough experience in such a simple task.

A soft sensation grazes my fingertips before curling around the wooden handle of my feather duster. I draw it from my apron pocket and begin trailing along the shelves and corners. The bedding is replaced and the floor swept, and before long the room is ready to be occupied once more.

Only two steps into the dining hall and an occupied booth catches my eye. I fetch my notepad from another pocket and make haste. As I grow closer something feels familiar. The patron facing me is a lovely young lady, with hair as buoyant as her personality. Now nearby, I recognize her.

"Arani!" I gleam. She snaps her attention to me, giving me a smile after a brief look of shock.

"Elaine! Good afternoon," she greets me.

I put myself between her and the other patron at the head of the booth. As soon as I am between the two the other patron's neck cranes to me. I glance over to find that she'd been sitting with Hidorah, who had been absent from work until now. A look of mutual understanding forms on each of our faces.

"Good to see that you're alive, Hidorah," I chuckle.

"More than alive, I'd say," he alludes.

"But not enough to come into work?" I ask. Crossing my arms and wedging the pad of paper in my elbow.

"W-well, you see," He stammers. "We'll get our lunch orders put in and you can catch up when you get back," he shrugs.

By the time I return doing exactly that it seems Hidorah hasn't found a good reason for his absense at work. Instead, he offers me a seat beside him. As he pats the booth seat, I glance around at the otherwise empty tavern. There is no reason I can't join them, I'll just take my lunch break now anyway. I take a seat beside Hidorah and across Arani in the booth.

"So how do you two know one another?" I finally ask. I shoot a glance at both of them before fixing my gaze on Arani once more. They both speak at once, with all of their words becoming a garbled mess in each of my ears.

"We were friends in school," Hidorah quickly recounts.

Arani rolls her eyes, and smirks. She lets out a chuckle before speaking, "Hidorah and I were romantic partners at our academy,"

"That can't be true! I'm absolutely shocked," I gasp, giving her a small giggle.

"I know, he doesn't seem like my type!" She teases, giving Hidorah's shoulder a pat across the table.

"I mean about Hidorah going to school!" I burst into laughter, with Arani quickly joining in.

"Aren't you guys just the cutest pals," Hidorah swoons, "Would you knock it off! You guys are just jealous I'm magic!" his attitude shifts.

"Okay, okay. Yes, we should hear you out. Tell us more," My voice drops and steadies as I shift focus.

"Alright, finally," Hidorah scoffs. He juts his hand over the table, palm up. I watch strip after strip of his bandages peel away until his pale palm is exposed. Across his hand was a tapered scar. I take his hand, pulling it closer to get a better look. I subdue my initial flinch backward as I feel how much colder his hands are than mine. The scar is pale and a bit puffy, raised just above the surrounding skin. It seems as if it had skipped scabbing over entirely, strangely enough.

My expression must've been intriguing since Arani goes for a look after I pull away. "And... This happened yesterday?" Arani asks to clarify. Hidorah and I both assure her it was yesterday and a deep cut at that.

It doesn't take much to convince her. Hidorah's hand is abandoned by both of us and sits in the center of the table. Arani braces a hand on her bag's strap before pulling it off her shoulder on the booth seat with a quiet thud. She pulls something from it, with the bag's fabric slowly collapsing on itself as she draws it further out. A book's thick spine weighs heavy in her hand and tips her palm as it is set on the tabletop.

Beside Hidorah's upturned palm was a weathered wine-red cover, gilded with slim spirals and curls around the book's border. Arani cracks open the cover to the first yellowed page, where it revealed itself to be a book on healing magic. She scrolls through a few scarcely inked pages before reaching a table of contents. She traces her fingers down and hovers over two notable sections; "Process" and "Properties".

While she flicks through the book finding what she needs, I check on our food. Sure enough, everything is ready. The plates set onto the table with a small clink and I catch Arani still searching through the book.

"Healing is a basic restoration spell that can save your life in a dire situation, especially when..." Arani whispers before falling to a hush, still trailing her finger beneath every sentence in the thick paragraph.

"Spontaneous or unintended healing magic occurs mostly as the body's natural self-preservation, and often from a variety of emotional triggers,"

"The process of non-individual healing magic involves a transfer of energy from one life form to another," Even with my view of the book tilted, I manage to read this as Arani skims through paragraphs of content.

"Tsk, no," she mutters, continuing to flick through the pages. Only a small chunk of pages further in, we reach the "Properties" section. She is silent for a moment as her eyes glance over the page. I pick at my food, as do the others while she reads.

"Hidorah, tell me if any of this sounds familiar," she says, finally looking up from the book to Him. They each give a nod before Arani continues.

"This one might be obvious, but how were your energy levels after this happened?"

"I was definitely fatigued, ready to rest for sure," he says.

"I figured, and that's mainly for cases where the healer is not the target for the restoration spell. I just thought I would ask," she shrugs.

"What about your temperature?" She asks.

"Hot flashes, sometimes I'd feel unreasonably hot. Maybe even feverish," Hidorah claims.

"Here's a strange one, though I'm not exactly sure how to ask," Arani glances up from the page to him.

"Can you tell me anything about the room's lighting when it happened?" she pries.

My attention is pulled from the book to Hidorah's response. We make eye contact, and my eyes widen ever so slightly. My mind is drawn back to the small golden orbs I saw that I had dismissed prior.

"That is strange..." Hidorah draws a breath in, "But now that you mention it, I did see lots of golden light in the kitchen as I washed the blood from my hand,"

"I thought it was just me; that maybe I was on the verge of fainting," I explain.

"Healing magic is typically displayed as gold and orange hues," Arani explains. "With exemptions from concealing magic or abnormalities in the caster of course," she adds on.

"So... Is it normal for Hidorah to discover magic so late in development?" I ask, "Forgive me, I'm not sure at what age elves generally discover their magical capabilities,"

"Oh! Well, magic can sprout at any point in life, but its power level is scaled to the user's age and experience," she tells me.

"You make it seem as if it's more of a skill than a gift," I say.

"Because it is; one's magic potential is hardly influenced by their genetics after being determined to have the capability," she states.

My brows raise, and my perception of magic users shifts.

"I take it they don't teach that in Asteria?" She gleans.

I shake my head.

"So... What's next?" Hidorah asks.

"How do I hone this magic, or even tap into it, or..." Hidorah rambles.

"Well right now you're weak, and you should rest at least a couple of days before we try anything else. Contact me then," She explains.

Arani has finished her food, and so have I. I take our plates, and by the time I return to our table, she is gone. Hidorah pokes at his food with his fork crooked and loose in his bandaged hand. "Mmm," he groans, before deciding to scrap the bandage entirely.

"You're leaving in a few hours, right?" Hidorah asks.

"Not leaving but done with work yes," I tell him. Only a few hours. I already felt so exhausted. Bouts of dizziness and headaches have peppered my past few days. The desert heat, or an illness coming on, perhaps.

"You know what I mean."

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering if you've got any plans out and about," Hidorah shrugs.

"I might stay in and read a bit, but I'm not heading into town," I shake my head.

"Boring," he yawns.

"Excuse me?"

"You don't leave often, Marietta practically had to drag you to Mercester,"

"I just went to Braiewood! I don't need anything, why must I leave again?"

"There's lots of entertainment; traveling shows, bands, merchants, we could even head to another tavern!" Hidorah proposes.

"It just seems so risky with my status," I tell him.

"Marietta and I travel all the time, and she had just as much influence in Aramoor as you do in Asteria. Don't worry so much,"

"Well I'm sorry I'm not Marietta," I laugh. "She gets back tomorrow, so at least you won't be waiting long until you have some companionship,"

Hidorah scoffs. "That's true, she's much more fun than you anyway,"

"Maybe not tonight, Hidorah. Another time," I leave it at that, taking his now empty plate.

Marietta's return is sooner than expected as I hear her voice in the dining hall just as I wake. I let out a yawn, peeking through my curtains only to find the sun had not yet risen. I take a few wobbly steps out of my room. My hair is still a tangled mess and my nightgown twisted and wrinkled all across my body. I pull away a lock matted to my cheek with drool, now knowing the extra sleep was not worth it. My bare feet smack against the wooden floor with every heavy step.

Marietta has taken a seat at the bar with Hidorah, her posture far more slouched than what was typical of her. As I walk behind them neither of them pays me any mind with each of them focused on something in front of them. Just for a moment, I catch Marietta with a pencil in her hand and a book flat on the table. I wasn't aware Marietta kept a journal, but it seems fitting for her.

The early air was cold against my skin, only making me that much more eager to get to the bathhouse. A hot bath both clears my mind and cleans my body. With my towel as secure as it can be around my chest, I make my way back into the empty tavern. Despite the steps from the entrance to my room being less than what I could count on my fingers, I can't get back fast enough.

By the time my hair is dry and my outfit is ready the sun is peeking just over the horizon. I step into the dining hall, now with a couple of early patrons already seated. Marietta and Hidorah haven't budged from where they sat prior.

"Still nothing?" Marietta asks.

"No, not that I've been testing much aside from a couple of old scrapes and bruises," Hidorah says.

"Welcome back!" I finally formally greet her. "How was your trip?"

"Oh, wonderful!" she gushes, recounting her time there. She mentions beautiful scenery, filled with unique agriculture and terrain. She mentions the use of glass, crystal, and polished stone in their architecture, and the luxury of the city itself.

She sifts through a new cross-body bag, pulling out a small mesh pouch.

"I brought you back a gift!" she exclaims, passing over the bag. In my palm it became clear it contains two flower petals. Various small splotches of light and dark green over a white edge.

"They were developed to aid stamina. I noticed you've been feeling drained more than usual and I figure this could help in case you've got an illness coming on," She says. She outstretches her arms, and I don't hesitate to hug her.

"That's so thoughtful, thank you, Marietta!" I tell her.

"Drop them in a hot bath to release their medicinal properties,"

I nod, tucking them in my apron pocket.

"Hidorah, I picked you up some healing herbs, but hopefully you won't need them anymore," she says, gesturing to his hand.

Beyond this, our day at work is like any other. We adjust back to our usual schedule, happy to have my workload lighter than what it's been. None of us have a day off for the next week, and for that long nothing in our routine changes. Another week in the tavern, a few familiar faces and plenty of new ones.

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r0-boat · 2 years

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ok ok atoning for my Chaotic Crimes™️ here is a somewhat comprehensive written bit about about a dream snippet I had last night. idk about or why this premise either just roll with it

∾ 【 Rouge Anon 】

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Cynthia and Steven Stone had taken you into their home.

For one reason or another, you were in need of housing and the married Champions were more than happy to have you.

“Alright. Shirts are done! Only socks left to sort and we’re done with laundry for the night!”

You and Cynthia were sorting through a clean clothes pile.

She’s the type of person to dump the freshly washed clothes into a pile and set off to do another load. Eventually, the pile grows too large and the arduous task of putting articles in the correct spaces becomes far too daunting.

But, if there’s two people working together, the task would be made easier, right?

…Technically correct, but you and Cynthia had been at this for hours. It was currently 1 am.

You wanted nothing more than to stop and go to bed. Eyelids struggling to stay up. Eyes dry and burning from fatigue.

But Cynthia looked so excited with the progress you’ve both made. And the end was so close in sight! …Perhaps you could fight sleep a bit longer.

To make her happy. To share in the triumph of overcoming a challenging task that’s been in her way for far too long.

……..

To spend time alone with her.

It was no secret that you fancied the Sinnoh champion. Arceus above, who hasn’t thought of Cynthia in that way?

But she was a married woman. And she has been ever so kind to you in your time of need.

Yet why won’t these feelings fade?

You stared dejectedly at the remaining scattered clothes. Sigh. Matching socks was so tedious…

Steven popped his head in. “Hey, how about we save this for tomorrow? It’s late.”

Oh thank you!!

Cynthia looked over at her husband. “But…”

He gave her a stern look. She turned and looked at you. Her eyes widened for a second, fingers covering her mouth, realizing how exhausted you were. “…You’re right. We’ll end here and pick back up in the morning.”

Haaaa freedom

You do your best to smile even through the exhaustion. Cynthia’s eyes relax and she gives a soft smile back. Her hand rests on your head, giving light pets.

She leans in closer to your face. Her forehead nearly coming into contact with yours. You feel wispy strands of her luxurious blonde hair tickling your skin.

“You did so well today! Thank you for all the hard work you’ve done. We’ve accomplished so much in one day! I would have never been able to do this without you.”

You did not have the energy to fight the heat rising to your face. The praise… the close proximity of her face… All you could do is dart your own eyes away in embarrassment.

Cynthia’s soft smile turned into a ghost of a smirk and backs away. “Well then. Off to bed now.” Her hands clap together and sway to one side. “We’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams (Y/N).”

She turns off and heads towards the bathroom.

Now you were alone with the Hoenn Champion. And still a bit flustered from your interaction with Cynthia.

Arceus help you.

You were also attracted to Steven Stone. The silver haired dream boat, as many fans have called him.

The silence was oh-so awkward.

Steven placed a hand on his hip and gave a mischievous smirk. “Good night (Y/N). Rest up.”

Why was your face getting even redder?! You dryly swallowed, gave a short nod and dashed to your room. The hand on Steven’s hip rose to his mouth in a fist, hiding his amused chuckles.

You threw yourself onto your bed, face first, attempting to drown yourself in a pillow.

Steven Stone knew you liked him.

He caught you reading written romance & erotica about him. Real person fiction, as it were called.

You wanted to die.

Yet here you are, living in this shared space with not one, but two gorgeous people. Pokemon Champions at that! Who were taken! With each other!!

The moment you desired to be taken away from the world of consciousness is the moment when sleep evades you. After all that struggling to stay awake, it’s so easy now. After you finally get comfortable in your bed.

Tossing and turning, physically and the thoughts in your head, you finally found a fraction of peace to try and drift away.

Until you heard a noise…

Your eyes snap open.

That was a moan. A soft moan.

You glance at the wall your room shares with the Champions bedroom.

Of course they’re going at it tonight. Of course!!

Cynthia’s breathy and airy gasps of pleasure just waft through the wall. Steven’s rumbles and noises cut right through as well.

The red face returns. All you can do is cover your ears with your pillow and stare into another wall.

Nothing’s going on over there nope.

Cynthia moans at a louder volume than previously

Absolutely nothing you wish to partake in nope nope nope

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In the Champion’s shared bedroom, Cynthia and Steven both grin through their pleasuring. That certainly was a loud one. You most definitely heard that.

They’re both aware of how much you like them.

Truth be told they both adore you as well. But they’ve decided to turn this into a game. To see how long you would last.

Hearing the pleasure noises of two people you are attracted to. How long would it be until you confront them?

Steven and Cynthia gleefully free through their midnight session. They were determined to make it so that you would snap tonight.

After all…

They are both so desperate to include you into their fun. Adding you into their established relationship.

Sweet, cute little (Y/N).

They both moan at the thought of it.

Hhhh omg my little pan heart

I would be so nervous to have Steven and Cynthia as roommates

Steven and Cynthia are such a power couple oh my God I want to rest my head in between Cynthia's tits while Steven fucks me hhhh.

#ro.chatting #smut #Cynthia.thirst #steven stone.thirst

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gillianthecat · 1 year

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NaClYoHo Day 5

I did not end up doing the dishes yesterday after all; I decided not to even try because I kept getting coughing fits whenever I stood up. But I did them this morning, despite really not wanting to. I wasn't too tired, I'd just kind of lost the momentum of doing things and the novelty of being sick was wearing off. But getting the dishes done felt good, and I looked out the window at the misty rain on my neighbor's roofs and the distant orange and green trees and at the water droplets on the spiderweb in my window frame, and it was all very pretty.

I still had some energy after the dishes so I wanted to go for a walk but then I decided to fold my clothes from the drying rack first. And I did it! I didn't put them away, mostly because my dresser situation is chaos right now and that felt overwhelming, but I did put them in tote bags to carry upstairs when I have the energy.

And then I did go for a walk in the not quite rain. When I went to Ireland when I was five they called this kind of weather "soft out" (or so the family story goes, I haven't checked if this is true) so that's what my family always calls it. It also felt really nice; sometimes I forget I how good it feels being outside when I'm holed up in bed for a long time. I walked to the end up the patio, checked my energy levels and then decided I could go further and so made it about halfway down the block (which is the equivalent of a whole normal block, my block is very long), and decided it was time to go back. According to my magic watch, about 450 steps altogether, lol. But that's more than I had the energy for yesterday.

I've been complaining on here about being sick a lot but that's because I'm enjoying feeling like I can complain about it. Usually when I'm stuck in bed for a long time it's because my ADHD brain is refusing to do anything else and there's so much shame and embarrassment around it. So being forced to do nothing because of physical illness feels wonderful in a way. It's not my fault I'm not doing anything! My body is to blame! I have no choice but to lie here and watch my shows! I physically can't do the dishes right now!

So I am a little anxious now that I'm on the mend about getting back into cleaning. And I have a hard time evaluating my capabilities to do things even at the best of times. But I do think I can honestly say, based on my physical energy levels and not just my ADHD desire to shirk work, that I still can't do that much. Therefore the plan for today, beside the now typical doing dishes and keeping trash contained, will be to do more loads of hang-dry only laundry (enough to fill the drying racks) because a) I have a lot to get through, and b) it's convenient to have it hanging up now when I can't do other cleaning so it's not in the way. Even though drying is slow on a wet rainy day like today. And then, only if I still have energy, maybe a load of dryer-able clothes because that is low mental effort.

🔲 dishes

✔ replace trash can bag in room

✔️ keep trash contained

✔️ gather two loads worth of hang-dry laundry

✔️ wash first load

✔️ wash second load

✔️ hang first load

✔️ hang second load

bonus round:

✔️ wash regular load

✔️ dry regular load

✔ fetch and fold clothes

But I'm going to rest a little more before starting any of that - watch this weeks ep of Big Dragon and drink some hot chocolate.

afternoon addition: well, gathering the laundry and carrying it downstairs was exhausting. So I'm not going to do the bonus round, but i will attempt to wash and hang everything already down there. Should be doable even if tiring.

evening addition: i had momentum and the laundry basket was right there ready to go so I ended up doing it. even though i got exhausted folding it I'm glad I did; it's so satisfying to a) have it done and b) replace the boxes with check marks.

#housekeeping with gillianthecat #gillianthecat hates being sick #naclyoho #this tag has basically become my semi-public diary #it's kind of like those recipe websites everyone hates where you have to read a whole random story before you get to the recipe #but instead of a recipe you just get a list of two chores

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A Chance Meeting w@PretyGrlAmari

Treasure: It had been a month since I arrived in Caldwell, and for the most part, I was all set up. The camper was fully stocked with everything I needed. I had gone out and purchased some summer things for the upcoming season. There were two things that I still needed to take care of. One, was the legal things. If I was going to stay in Caldwell, I was going to need to get new identification, plates for the camper and car, etc. However, seeing as I wasn’t sure I was staying, that could wait. What was top priority however, and getting more and more pertinent every single day, was finding a civilian to feed from. It wasn’t as if there were corner stores with signs out front, “Need To Feed? Inquire Inside”. It was a whole underground market and you had to know someone involved to find it. In Colorado it was easy. I grew up using the services. But here, I didn’t know a soul and it wasn’t like you could go up to any civilian and feed. Well, you could but, most of the time they wanted an exchange, tit for tat, you feed off me, I feed off you… I wasn’t able to do that. If anyone fed from me, they would know what I was, immediately. As much as I wanted to find others like me, that wasn’t the way. If knowledge of what I was, were to become known to just any civilian, I would be in grave danger. That’s why I had always used the service of paying someone to feed from. I fed from them, I paid them for the service, the reciprocation was the payment, there was no expectation of feeding from me when I was done. It was clean and easy. So, that had been what I had spent the past couple of weeks doing, trying to find an underground service for feedings. However, I hadn’t actually met any civilians yet, so that caused a problem. I had run into a few, seen them from afar, but my instincts had told me not to approach, or maybe it was just my mahmen whispering in my ear. Either way, I hadn’t introduced myself, hoping a better opportunity would present itself. However, now I was getting desperate, and that was not a good place to be.

An annoying beep sounded and woke me from my thoughts. Standing up, I grabbed at one of the baskets with wheels and dragged it over to the washing machine that sounded. As I began to pull the clothes out, I could feel the weakness in my muscles. Simple tasks had begun to make me weary and I was sure I was beginning to look weak to any onlookers. That was why I decided not to go to the same laundromat tonight. I needed to switch up my routine. The weaker I got, the more I needed to protect myself. So, I drove a few miles into the city and found a quiet, little, corner laundromat to do my dirty laundry in.

Amari: Loading the baskets in my car, grumbling to myself that the only night I get off from #ZeroSum I end up doing laundry. Not a date, not a girls’ night or even just a night to go to the movies all by my lonesome and hide out in the back eating way too much popcorn and candy. But NNNNOOOOOOO……. Here I am off to the corner laundromat. Thank Scribe there is a actually a 24 hour one only a few blocks from the club so I don’t have to try and find one. It is almost always completed empty and that is the way I like it.

Thinking as I make by way to the laundromat, I still haven’t met many people outside of the staff of the club and #Trez. The VIP room is so well secured, even I have only had the brief pleasure of seeing a couple of the Brothers. The other females at the club don’t seem to keen on being chummy with me either. Seems my presence has ruffled a few of their feathers. I’m only doing as I was asked and, if truth be told, I am actually loving this place. Does hurt that Bossman lets me do as I please and, well, I don’t know what it is about him, but something intrigues me. Maybe it’s what he is. I don’t know but, i will figure that out sooner or later.

Pulling in, I notice another vehicle already there and I see a blonde inside filling a washer with laundry. Parking and walking in with my basket, she looks my way, a small smile and a very quiet “Hi” is mummerred at me. I reply a quick “Hello” and start to fill a washer not to far away. It isn’t hard to tell she is the same as I, and from the looks of her, she needs a good meal. I watch her from the corner of my eye wondering if I should engage conversation with her, but I hesitate. If she is willing to talk, I will let her make that contact.

Treasure: As I pulled my laundry out of the washer and began to move it to the dryer, the sound of the front door opening up startled me and I jumped slightly at the noise. How can I be so ignorant as to let my guard down for even one second?! I shifted my body so that my body was facing the door, and whoever it might be that was entering the laundromat. Back to the wall, Treasure, back to the wall. My hand moved to my purse, inside of which is my trusty Beretta Nano, as well as a dagger my mahmen gave to me years ago. Those were two of the weapons my mahmen made sure I knew how to use. The Beretta was perfect as a concealed weapon, and the dagger, well… that had its own uses.

The jump my heart had done seemed to settle once I got a good look at the newcomer. It was a somewhat petite brunette, with her own basket of laundry. I offered her a small smile and a soft, “Hi.” as she made her way to the washers. She responded with a brief, “Hello.” and continued with her own business. I could tell right away that she was just like me. Well, maybe not /just/ like me. But, she was definitely of my race.

Fumbling a bit with the change for the dryer, I ended up dropping half my roll of quarters on the floor. Hands shaking, I fell to my knees, trying to pick them all up before the female across the room notices how out-of-sorts I truly am. As she looked my way, I shot her a sheepish grin, “I’m such a clutz. My mahmen has always told me I’m all thumbs.” So totally not true, but she didn’t have to know that.

Amari: Watching her scramble trying to pick up the quarters, it’s obvious she is nervous. Something is off with her. I lean down and pick up the wayward quarter that had stopped just shy of my feet and walk it over to her, smiling. “Mahmens know us better than anyone, huh? Wrong, at least in my case. Mine is so clueless to the way of the world we live in now. She still tries to test me like a young even though I am nowhere close to that.” Handing her the quarter, trying to give her a reassuring smile that I’m no danger to her but seeing a bit of something in her eyes. Maybe it was fear, maybe anxiety? I don’t know. Maybe she is hiding from someone or maybe she is a crazed female and I’m about to have a brawl on my hands. “I’m Amari. Is everything alright?” Noticing her looking out the window like she is expecting someone else. “I’m alone. Are you expecting someone? I’m just here to do my laundry on my night off and not looking for trouble.” Backing away from her as she rises, wishing I had worked tonight.

Treasure: Memories of my own mahmen rushed through my thoughts as the female in front of me rambled on about her own. Everything was so much simpler back in Colorado. Alexandria, my mahmen, and I all lived in a quiet cabin in the woods in the Rocky Mountains. Once a month, or so, we would venture in to the nearest town to get things we couldn’t make, or hunt for, or supply for ourselves, things like toilet paper and feedings. Otherwise, we pretty much lived off the land. Alexandria was a survivalist, and she taught us well. I swiped at a singular tear that slid down my cheek before looking up and out the window. How I wished either of them would walk in that door and rescue me from the mess I had found myself in. Although, my mahmen was probably looking down at me from the Fade, at that very moment, completely ashamed and irate at me for coming to Caldwell, in the first place.

My gaze dropped to the coin in my hand as the female, Amari stepped back. Everything, from her posture to the tone in her voice, told me that she wasn’t a threat, and this was the closest I had come to any kind of a conversation with someone of my kind. So, I decided to take a chance. “Thank you.” My voice sounded distant, even to myself, and I shook my head, “I’m sorry. I’m not from around here… and I’ve heard so much about this place… Caldwell, I mean, and not much of it was good. I probably shouldn’t have come. Yet… “ I didn’t want to explain who I was seaking, that would give away too much. “Well, I lost my family recently, and… I just felt drawn here.” Why I kept talking, I wasn’t sure. It was probably nerves. I did that sometimes, when I first met new people, I would just blab on, and on. “I’m sorry, you didn’t really ask.” I turned back to the dryers and filled them with the change they needed.

Amari:

Completely understanding how she feels to be in a new place and, I’m guessing, all alone, since I’m pretty much in the same position. Although, not by choice. Still not sure the reasons I was given to come here were the real reasons as #ZeroSum was doing just fine. I mean #Trez himself was a bit of a mess, but the club was thriving. Bringing my thoughts back to her.

“Look. I’m new to Caldwell myself. I was sent here to help out family friends or so I’ve been told. But I understand. I’m all alone in a strange place. So, if you need to talk, please go ahead. I’ve got nowhere else to be tonight since it’s my night off from the club so go ahead and share.” Watching her as she turns back to look at me, unsure exactly what her expression means. Not sure if it is relief or what that crosses her face. “Honestly, you can talk I me. I could use some friendly chit chat. The females at the club dislike me so I haven’t really made any friends yet.” Smiles at her.

Treasure: The need to trust someone was so strong and Amari intentions seemed authentic enough. Yet, there was no way I could tell her my story. Being who I was, or more to the point, what I was, I couldn’t just allow anyone to have that kind of information about me.

I was a Chosen, very possibly the last of my kind. My mahmen was pregnant with me when the Other Side was raided. Somehow, she made it out, to This Side. With the help of Alexandria, we stayed hidden for 75 years in the mountains in Colorado. My mahmen was sure we were the only survivors, but I had heard whispers of others like me here, in Caldwell. That was what had drawn me here. However, if anyone knew my real origin, I would be in grave danger. So, I couldn’t share my whole story with Amari. However, it would be nice to have a friend.

Shaking my head slightly, I began, “It’s just been a rough couple of months for me. I’ll be okay.” I paused and bit my lip. “But, do you happen to know of somewhere I can pay for a feeding? Somewhere I don’t have to trade? I’m… I had a bad experience once and I don’t like trading with someone I don’t know.” Okay, great way to start off a friendship, by lying. But, if I told her the truth, and she did turn out to be trustworthy, I could be putting her in danger, too.

Amari: Her question explained why she looked so tired. The need to feed when ignored does not do our bodies well. It said a lot that she even opened up. But, something tells me there still is more than what wants me to know. I can’t blame her for that. We all have a few secrets. Walking back over to her leaning on the machine next to her, with a smile on my face. “It might just be your lucky night. I happen to work at a little club not too far Into the city limits of Caldwell. It is a very elite club. I’m sure I could if you wanted to come in, maybe tomorrow evening, definitely arrange a private feeding for you. No return feeding required, of course.” Smiling as I noticed a change in her expression. Almost a look of relief. “The club tends to cater to a variety of clientele. If there are other needs you have, just so you know, this could also be arranged. Just let me know what you require and when.”

Treasure: The most enormous sense of relief flooded through my veins as she explained the services at the club she worked at. It couldn’t be a more perfect set up for me. I could pay for the feeding, and there would be no expectations of a feeding in return. It was almost like the ones I received back home, except those weren’t done in a fancy nightclub. Yet, this way, it kinda seemed self-indulgent, a little bit wicked, and maybe even a little bit naughty. What would my mahmen think? …she would think I was doing what I had to, to survive. Actually no, she would think, ‘What the hell are you doing in Caldwell, Treasure?’ But, what choice did I have? After both she and Alexandria went to the Fade, what was I supposed to do? I needed to find out if there were in fact more like me.

Turning toward Amari, I spoke up, “Could you do that for me? I would be eternally grateful for the assistance.” I was almost afraid to ask, but curiosity got the better of me. “What other kind of services are there?”

Amari:

I was a little surprised by her question but we all have needs. “Well, if you are looking a job, we are always looking for dancing girls. If you are looking for a sexual encounter of some sort, male or female, there are plenty of opportunities to partake of that in one of the private rooms.” A feeling coming over me that she is looking for something or someone in particular. “Tell me what you are really looking for and I’ll tell you if I can help?” Walking over to check on the washing machine hoping she opens up but getting no response. “You can trust me. I know what it’s like to not want to lean on anyone, but frankly, having a friend in this crazy ass place would be kinda nice. Wouldn’t it?”

Treasure: My eyes turned to saucers as Amari started to explain exactly what kind of ‘services’ were offered at the nightclub she worked for. Okay, the word ‘naughty’ didn’t even come close to the visions that were now bopping around in my mind. Well mahmen, I guess I’m not in Kansas anymore… Swallowing down a large lump in my throat, I replied, “I really only need a way to find a feeding. That’s all. I don’t need… any of that other stuff.” I paused for a minute before my curiosity got the better of me. “I don’t mean to be rude by asking, but is that other stuff common at nightclubs?” Growing up in a cabin in the mountains, I guess I really did miss a lot more than I ever realized. I felt badly now. My mahmen really would have my hide if she knew what I was learning about.

Amari: Realizing I may have just freaked her out a bit, I give her a friendly smile before speaking. “You could say the club I work at is a bit exclusive and some may, but not all. And, we don’t offer some of the services to the masses. Again, it’s very elite. We have some ……exclusive clientele. it’s all very discreet. No one know who comes and goes or why.” Seeing her body relax some, hoping she isn’t changing her mind. It was so nice to find a female to speak openly with for a change. “So, how about you come to the club tomorrow night as my guest? You can check it out. I can kinda give you an idea of how things could work. And then you can decide if you want me to go ahead and look up a feeding for you?”

Treasure: The whole thing sounded very… elusive, and as much as I was put off by some of the offerings, the visions that were bubbling up in my mind were so intriguing, it was difficult to say, ‘No.’ to Amari’s offer. So, I didn’t. “…Okay.” I replied, quickly adding on, “I will definitely need a feeding. It’s been way too long.” I felt comfortable enough in trusting her to help me set that up. Sure, I didn’t know her very well at all, but my gut was telling me she was worth trusting, and I pretty much always followed my gut.

The dryer housing my clothes dingged and I walked over with a rolling basket to pull my clothes out. “Would it be difficult to set up a feeding on such short notice?” I hoped not. The aches in my body were getting to the point where they were really beginning to get in the way of doing normal activities… like simply pulling clothes out of a dryer, and folding them.

Amari: “No, not at all. I can make a quick call and have it set up for you tomorrow night.” Pulls out my phone putting in #Trez’s number. “You want just a one-sided feeding? Nothing else, right?” Types a text to #Trez to see who is free. “And you are ok coming into the club? You can meet me there first and have a drink?”

Treasure: Rolling the cart over to a table, I began the process of folding my clothes. “Yes, just a one-sided feeding. No return feeding, and no extras.” I could feel the flush burn across my cheeks at the thought of wanting something else. “Coming to the club would be fine. I’m curious about the experience of a nightclub. We don’t have any where I come from. Just bars.” I smiled at the thought of the bar that I would go to once in a while, back home. It was called ‘Diggers.’ It was named after the many gold diggers that flocked to the area during the great Gold Rush Era. Surprisingly, there were quite a few vampires in the area, and they seemed to congregate there. It was one of the places I felt safe. I missed that feeling, now.

“Do you think I could I meet up with you after, though? I’m going to be a little nervous, and really only focused on getting that feeding done. I won’t be much company. But, after would be great.” I offered a sincere smile, hoping not to put Amari off by my suggestion of meeting after. She had been so sweet, and genuinely helpful tonight. It would be nice if I just made my first friend here, in Caldwell. “Would you have time to meet up then, or would you be working?”

Amari:

Smiling at her excited about the prospect of making a true friend when there are so few to make. “Yes, afterwards is good. Most of the time I’m just monitoring things and visiting with guests. I’ll watch for you after the feeding and you can come to my office and have a drink in private to give you time to, well, regroup yourself so to say. Scribe knows after that you surely don’t want to be surrounded by some of the males that would surely hit on you there.” A reply comes in on my phone from #Trez and I quickly scan it. “Looks like tomorrow is a good night, Bossman says we can do it at 11pm if that time works for you. Lohre is free and he is most appealing to the eyes. He is normally booked as the ladies find him most appealing and good luck keeping your desire to have bite you back in check once you get a look at him.” Laughs softly at her expression as my machine chimes done and I go to gather my things. “So, 11pm tomorrow?”

Treasure: I was thrilled that Amari hadn’t seemed to take offense my change in her plans, and looked forward to seeing her after I would have a chance to get some blood in my stomach. My mind would be so much less scattered than it was now.

Another blush creeped up my neck and into my face at her mention of males hitting on me. I knew I was a Chosen, a fact I shared with absolutely no one, and I knew Chosen were supposed to be these beautiful females, but I had grown up in a small town in the middle of the woods and saw myself more as somewhat of a redneck. Not that I hadn’t been hit on before, but I was never comfortable with it, when it happened. Most of the males I knew from back home, I had grown up with, so they saw me as their sister, or whatever. Back there, I had never gotten the stares or come ons that I had gotten from males since moving to Caldwell. It put me on edge, and I avoided them as much as I could. I guess I would have to deal with it, if I wanted to get a feeding in, though. I brushed a hair behind my ear in embarrassment at the thought, “I’m sure there are plenty of females less ordinary than me at a nightclub.” At least that was the hope.

Watching curiously as Amari checked her phone, I continued to finish up folding my clothes. 11pm. I nodded. That would be perfect, early enough where I could visit with Amari after, and still get some other things accomplished at home later. I could feel the heat burning off my cheeks at her comments about Lohre, and let an anxious chuckle slip past my lips. Flashing a soft smile, I replied, “I’m sure I will be able to control myself.” If she only knew. I honestly didn’t know what it would be like to have someone draw from my vein. Not once, in my whole existence had any male ever taken my vein. My mahmen had forbidden it, and for good reason. If someone were to taste my blood, they would know immediately I was a Chosen, and nothing good would come of that.

Before I packed up my folded laundry, I scribbled my number down on a piece of paper, and giving Amari one last smile, I passed it to her. “That sounds perfect. Here’s my number. If you send me a text with the details, I will see you tomorrow at 11pm.” Grabbing my bag full of clothes, I exited the laundromat, excited at the prospect of a new friend, as well as finally getting a chance to feed.

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