#((skipped the next floor because I am tired of waiting and want to get to the interesting parts))

[frannyzooey]

Warriors

Merry Christmas @papurgaatika !! I am your Secret Santa, and I had a blast writing this for you ❤️ We share a first love of Din and writing this made me realize just how much I've missed him! I hope this is everything you wished for and more -- and I hope you have an amazing holiday!! 🎄❄️🎄❄️

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

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You first spotted him on the outer reaches of the galaxy. 

His beskar armor demanded to be seen, a surprising choice for someone who worked in the shadows. But while the first time you saw him was a flash at the edge of the market, it wasn’t the first time he had seen you. 

He’d been watching you for weeks. 

The bounty on your head was a high one: a disgruntled old boss with a lot of credits, and even more vindictiveness. You’d been skipping from planet to planet, earning anything you could from spare jobs, and stealing whenever you had to. You knew your luck had to run out one day, but you always thought you’d be able to talk your way out of it. 

It’s a misunderstanding, you’d say. Let me tell you my side of the story. 

Just your luck that the bounty hunter who finally caught you wouldn’t budge an inch. 

He was stoic, solid. Impenetrable, just like his armor. The very size of his body intimidated you, but it had nothing on what you felt when he stared. The helmet he constantly wore hid everything from you, and even though you couldn’t see his expression, you still tried to plead your case.

It was like arguing with a wall. 

You pressed, and he remained silent. You explained, and he stood eerily still. You begged, and he said nothing.

Eventually, he admitted that the begging did it. 

That, and the fact that he needed a babysitter – for a child just as stubborn as he was. 

Weeks spent watching the Child and waiting around for him had your nerves strung tight, and sleep pulled at your dry eyes. You knew he was just as tired, but he was being infuriatingly stubborn – as usual. 

“Just take the bed,” he urged. 

“You’ve been out there for over two weeks,” you argued back, gesturing outside the ship. “Not a chance. You need sleep.”

“I’ll sleep in the cockpit.”

“Why, when you could stretch out?” you pushed back. 

His sighs were always these weighted things – thick with impatience, paired with hands on his hips and a tip of his helmet. The sound of it made you cringe when he did it to bounties, made you smile when he did it to the kid – but now, it made you frustrated. Annoyed. 

You crossed your arms over your chest, standing firm. He could be stubborn, but so could you. 

“The kid’s been down for ages, Mando. Take advantage of it.”

“And where will you sleep?” he pressed. 

“On the floor. Up in the cockpit. Wherever.” 

“On the floor?” He stared you down, and it took everything you had not to avert your eyes. 

“Hey,” you called him out. “Don’t try to intimidate me. It’s not going to work.”

He remained silent, and you huffed with annoyance. 

“Please,” you sighed. “I’m tired, you’re tired, the kids asleep. You need rest. Just take the bed.”

You turned to climb the ladder to the cockpit, and his voice stopped you. 

“Want to share it?”

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Whatever sleep you thought you’d get, you were kidding yourself. 

The hulk of this man was a furnace next to you: the broad span of his shoulders blocking out the hull, the width of his chest shielding you, the bulk of his thighs pressed against your own. Insisting you take the side closest to the wall, you couldn’t even crawl out of the cot to go sleep somewhere else without waking him up – and that was the last thing you wanted to do. 

Okay, maybe not the last. 

The last thing you wanted was for him to wake up because you couldn’t stop squirming. 

Paired with the heat of his body, the ache that gathered at the crux of your thighs made it impossible to sleep. It sprouted at his proximity, blossomed at the reminder of his strength, and grew with each of his deep, steady exhales. It pooled in the cradle of your pelvis, flooding through your hips and down. 

Gingerly, you rolled onto your side – but his hips lined up too much with your ass for you to ignore. You tried your other side, but the crook of his neck called to you. You tried your back, and that’s when he spoke. 

“Is something the matter?”

You startled, unaware that he’d been awake this whole time. That kriffing helmet. 

“Can’t sleep, I guess.”

He hummed, the sound going straight to your core. “Not enough space?”

It really wasn’t, but you found yourself not wanting to admit it. It was either this or the cold, uncomfortable cockpit and being curled up next to him was the better option. 

Even if you ended up going mad with want. 

“No,” you replied. “It’s fine.”

He nodded, going still. 

Your eyes ran up the length of his forearm, over the bulk of his bicep. You pictured his arm lifting to rest itself across the dip of your waist, and imagining the weight of it, you let out a shaky exhale. Closing your eyes, you leaned into the fantasy: his hand sliding underneath the band of your thermals, cupping you wholly between your legs. His fingers sliding inside of you with a stretch, your thighs parting to make room for his thick wrist. Slick pooled along your seam and dripped out, and you shifted again on the cot. 

This time, his hand stilled you. 

“Do you want me to sleep somewhere else?” 

“No,” you blurted out, embarrassed. “No. I’m sorry.”

“Do you want…something else?” 

Your cheeks flooded with warmth, and you turned your head to look at him. “Like what?”

He shrugged, the shadowed round of his shoulder moving in the darkness. “You tell me.”

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It didn’t take long after that to be buried underneath the bulk of his body. 

Every inch of skin that you dreamt about for months bared for your touch, you couldn’t stop exploring him – the fragrant crook of his neck, the smooth planes of muscle that covered his back, the trim sides of his torso and his soft belly dusted with hair. He seemed to revel in your touch, and you imagined that to be the case, with how often he was covered head to toe. 

His hips fit neatly within the cradle of your thighs, and when he filled you with a swift, precise push forward, a flutter erupted in your belly at the idea that he might fuck like he hunts – with competence and skill. Your back arched off his cot to take him deeper, and he groaned in your ear. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he praised, his knees shifting wider for purchase. His hips kissed the inside of your thighs with every roll forward, his weight spreading them wider underneath his strokes, and your hands splayed across his chest when he pushed himself up on his hands to stroke deeper, harder. Scars littered his chest, memories of his past permanently etched into his skin and something about it tugged at you – the idea that he always came out on top, but paid a price to get there.

Wanting to give him the rest you knew he deserved, you tugged him down on top of you and rolled your bodies until you straddled his lap – a sight that made him hum with appreciation. He tried to sit up to join you, but you pushed him back down. 

“I said you need rest, Mando,” you reminded him of your earlier words, your hips rolling in time with every upwards push of his. The filling heft of his cock had your mouth dropping open, and though you couldn’t see his face, you knew his eyes were fixed on it. “Let me – let me do the work.”

“Okay,” he eventually agreed, his thumb finding the bud of your clit. A few swipes of his touch had you keening, and he rested his other arm back behind his head, as if getting comfortable to watch the show. “I’ll watch while you make yourself come this time, sweet girl. But the next one?”

You moaned, your hips rocking faster against his – forwards into the swirling pressure of the pad of his thumb, and backwards onto the filling thickness of his cock. 

“The next one is mine.”

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After that first night, he never let you sleep anywhere else. 

The cot much too small for two bodies, you made do by always being joined in one way or another: your limbs entwined, your body draped over his, his cock nestled inside you. Days and sometimes weeks without him at your side, he stripped bare every time he crawled in next to you, loathe to waste any moment without your skin touching his. 

Your face fit into the crook of his neck perfectly, his arm wrapped around your waist just right. For someone that spent so long by himself, it was clear that he was touch starved, but as you found out, so were you. 

Two lonely stars, colliding in a galaxy. 

You got used to his moods and he got used to yours. A routine came easy: you played the mechanic to his pilot, the babysitter to his parent, the vessel for him to pour his love into. And he did, every chance he could get. 

In the cockpit, poured into your mouth. 

In the hull of the ship, splashed along your back. 

In his cot, every single night, in every single way possible – smeared across your chest, pooled on your soft belly, flooded into the depths of your cunt. 

It shouldn’t have been a surprise what happened after that, but it was. 

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Seated on the edge of the worn exam table, you swallowed hard against a cough that rose in your chest. It tickled the base of your throat, demanding relief and you tucked your face into the crook of your elbow and let out a wet cough, your lungs heavy and sore. 

You had caught it from a bounty, a filthy vagrant that Mando had hauled up the ramp earlier that month. Due to a few choice words that the bounty spit at you, Mando made sure to freeze him (none too kindly) right away, but not before the stranger coughed with force in the small space. 

Not one to see a doctor for his own ailments, you were surprised when he demanded you see one after a couple weeks of the lingering cold. Leaving him waiting in the lobby, you smiled at the immediate berth the other patients gave him when he sat down. 

You picked at your finger, suppressing the urge to cough again. 

The medical droid reassured you. “You’ll be fine. All life signs for you and the child are reading in good condition.”

“The child?” you asked. The kid wasn’t sick, and he wasn’t even here.

“Looks like it’s just a cough. The baby is fine – all vitals are measuring optimal.”

You froze, unable to reply. 

The baby. 

“The…baby?”

The droid laughed, modulated and carefree like their words didn’t just shatter your whole existence. “A couple months along, I’d say. Do you want to listen?”

Gently lifting your tunic, they pressed a monitor to the curve of your stomach and the pulsing heartbeat that met your ears brought instant tears to your eyes. 

“There, there,” the droid soothed, handing you a tissue. “Sounds healthy!”

You walked back to the ship in a daze, your surroundings a blur, your mind stuck on a loop of worry.

He never asked for this. 

This is no life to raise a child in. 

The ship – the ship barely fits the three of you, where the maker is a baby going to go?

The endless questions ate away at you for the rest of the evening, every worst case scenario coming true in your mind. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

On his side facing you, Din (a name he had long ago whispered to you in the darkness of his cot) ran his touch along your arm. He tucked you closer, rubbing your back. “You still feel sick?”

Your cheek rested against the firm heat of his chest, and you listened to his heartbeat – so like the one you heard earlier today. They sounded the same, and tucked safely next to his bulk, you murmured the words into his neck. 

“I’m going to have a baby.”

His visor tilted downwards just as his hand tipped your chin up. He looked down at you, and you wished desperately that you could see his face. Your lip trembled when he said nothing, and he cleared his throat. 

“I…wanted to wait,” he started, and your face crumbled. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, cutting him off. Your voice wavered, and you looked away. “I –”

“Stop.” His commanding voice halted your sentence mid-speech. His hold slid from your chin to your cheek, cupping the soft curve. 

“I wanted to wait,” he repeated, softer this time. “Until we could find someone to do the ceremony.”

Your face scrunched in confusion, and he dragged the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone, collecting a stray tear.

“We have a special ceremony we perform, when we bind ourselves to someone for life. It involves…taking our helmet off, so they can see us. So they can know us, better than anyone else.”

Your gaze transfixed on his visor, you held your breath as he reached for the edge of his helmet. 

“You already know me better than anyone else, so…”

He lifted the helmet up, and for the first time, you saw his face. 

He was beautiful – warm, rich brown eyes, ringed with thick lashes. A strong nose, a plush mouth. Stubble that scattered across his cheeks, a moustache that you never would have imagined. His curls were dark and mussed, and you envisioned a baby in your arms with the same color hair. 

The grin that broke across his face was almost as beautiful as the face itself – and every worry you had vanished at the sight of it. 

He cleared his throat, and when he spoke, the sound of his real voice brought fresh tears to your eyes. 

"We are one when together, we are one when parted.” He recited the vows and his hand took yours, placing it on his chest. He let his own touch rest along the curve of your belly. “We will share all, we will raise warriors."

You sobbed, and he laughed – a new, treasured sound that made you cry even harder. 

“You have to repeat it,” he teased. 

Focused on his voice – his real voice, the feeling of hearing it for the first time overwhelming you – you took a deep breath, and stared into his eyes. 

“We are one when together, we are one when parted.” A hitch in your breath broke the vow, and he smiled, his fingers splaying across your skin. “We will share all, we will raise warriors.”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

KISSING YOU IN MY MIND

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Summary: after your date with Eddie, it gets a little awkward between you.Warnings: mention of drugs

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you kicked a rock as you walked on the side of the road.

your backpack heavier than when you left home with it. it's probably just because you're tied from walking, though

you've been walking for what seems like forever when you hear a car drive slowly behind you.

you kicked the rock again and it tumbled off your path. not bothered to get it back, your turned around when you saw the corner stop beside you.

the window sketchily rolls down and your met with a certain smile that you haven't seen in a while.

"where ya going?" he asked, looking around

"where do you think?" you rolled your eyes.

"well i was gonna offer you a ride but after that comment" he shrugged, pressing on the gas and driving off slowly

you waited a second before catching up to him, making him smirk with his eyes still on the road

without looking over he leaned to the passenger door and opened it.

you got in and shut the door, sighing as you put your bag by your feet.

he started driving, turning down his music.

"so. how come you're walkin' to school?" he asked, looking over at you

"well I'm not walking now, am i?" you question, taking your waterbottle out and drinking a much-needed sip.

you swallowed the cold water and hummed

"I missed the bus" you answered, relaxing in the seat

You lean back against the seat, the cool air from the cracked window swirling in a lazy circle around you. The quiet hum of the engine fills the space, but neither of you seems to know what to say. You can feel the tension in the air thick and unspoken, and it’s like the weight of everything that’s not being said is pressing in on you both.

"so.. haven't seen you all week..ya'avoiding me again?" he asked in a half joking way- that much you could tell by the playful smile of his face, one that didn't quite reach his eyes.

and maybe you had been avoiding him, maybe you had been taking a different route, bearly going to your locker. but you just hadn't realised it until now

"no..no. i've just been...busy" you breathed lightly, playing with your fingers that sat in your lap

"busy" he repeated lowly. not fully believing you.

the old rundown van is the exact same as it was a week prior. the same rubbish littering the dirty floor. you didn't expect anything different. but it gave you a sort of comfort. now that you were familiar with his space. it gave you the sense that you knew him- really knew him.

The road stretches out before you, the occasional car passing by, the sound of tires on asphalt blending into the low volume of the radio that’s still playing in the background. He glances over at you, just a quick peek, like he’s making sure you’re still there. But it’s more than that—his eyes linger for a fraction of a second longer than usual, before he shifts his gaze back to the road.

You stare straight ahead, pretending you didn’t notice, but your pulse quickens anyway. There’s something about the way he doesn’t look at you anymore, but you feel like he’s aware of every little thing you’re doing, like your presence is too loud, too obvious, too close.

"Think we'll make it to class on time?" The question slips out before you can stop it, and as soon as you say it, you wish you could take it back. It sounds too light, too casual, like you’re trying to cover up the space between you that’s suddenly too big to ignore.

He looks over at you again, that same quick glance, but this time he doesn’t hide the small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. It's a fleeting thing, barely there, but it makes your heart skip a beat. You want to smile back, but it feels wrong, like you’d be playing a part in something neither of you is ready to admit.

"we'll make it," he says, and the calmness in his voice catches you off guard. Like he knows the answer before you even asked it, like he knows you’ll be fine, even though everything feels a little off right now.

You nod, but the motion feels robotic, too forced, like you're just going through the motions without really thinking about it. There’s something about the way his hands move on the wheel, tapping in time with the rhythm of the song playing, that makes you wonder if he’s just as lost in his thoughts as you are. Or maybe he’s trying to ignore the fact that this, whatever this is, is just as awkward as it feels.

The silence falls back over you both. It’s not comfortable, but it’s not unbearable either. It’s just... there, like a quiet third presence in the car. You try to focus on the road, the trees passing by, anything that will distract you from the nagging feeling that you’re both avoiding something you can’t quite put your finger on.

When you get closer to the school, the moment shifts again. The buildings are visible now, looming ahead like a reminder that all this—this weird, half-formed connection between you two—has to end soon. The thought of it feels too sudden, too soon, and you catch yourself wishing the ride would last just a little longer.

He slows the car, turning into the parking lot, and parks a little too far from the entrance. You both sit there for a second, neither of you moving. It’s like you’re both waiting for the other to do something. You can’t tell if you’re waiting for him to say something or if you’re just stalling because you don’t know how to break the strange quiet that’s settled between you.

"Thanks for the ride," you finally manage, your voice sounding a little too stiff, like you’re trying to make it sound casual even though the words feel foreign on your tongue.

You glance at him, but his face is already turned forward, hands still resting on the wheel.

"No problem," he says, his tone almost too easy, like he’s slipping back into that comfortable version of himself that doesn’t have to acknowledge whatever this is between you two.

He opens the door, stepping out quickly, and you follow suit, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

You both stand there for a second, a few feet apart, but neither of you makes the move to walk toward the school. The silence is loud now, unbearable even, and you feel the tension between you, thick and tight in the air. Your eyes wander for a moment, trying to find something to focus on, but your gaze inevitably falls back to him.

He’s standing there, shoulders slightly hunched, like he’s unsure of what to do next. It’s almost like you’re both waiting for the other to break, to do something that might make this feel less strange, less heavy.

He glances at you, a quick look, before he shifts his weight and starts walking toward the building. You follow, the distance between you growing, but it feels like it’s not enough. Like there’s something unspoken that’s just hanging there, waiting for either of you to pick it up.

You reach the school entrance, and for a moment, you both stop, standing just outside the door. You’re not sure why, but you look over at him one last time, and there it is- the same look, the same hesitation in his eyes, like he’s caught between two things he doesn’t know how to handle. And then, just as quickly, he turns and steps inside, leaving you standing there for just a moment longer.

You walk in after him, but the weight of the unspoken words lingers in the air, and you can’t shake the feeling that something’s changed. Something’s shifted between the two of you, and you’re not sure what it is yet, but you’re certain it’s something that’s not going away anytime soon.

And the question you’re left with as you step into the crowded halls is simple: What would it feel like if you weren’t walking away from each other at all?

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Eddie couldn't get you out of his mind, ever since he dropped you off at your house after your 'date' and he realised he wanted to kiss you, you're all he can think about.

it's strange, he doesn't know what to think of it. he's never thought of any girl like that, the last time he thought about kissing a girl was when he was 14 watching Brooke Shields in the blue lagoon. but that ship sailed long ago.

but this was different, you were real, right in front of him, being nice.

he's felt weird all week. not knowing what to do. he's felt like you've made it obvious, laying it out on the table. you had so many options of teddies to choose from but you choose the one he has a tattoo of, that you've complimented?

but he was overthinking it, right? you had just thought it was the best choice? he would have chosen it before

he thought maybe things could be different now, that it would be better but after not seeing you for a week, and him so desperately wanting to, he thought maybe you didn't want the same

which makes sense. you told him all the date was, was pity, you felt bad for him.

that was it.

that's all it was, and all it will be.

but he doesn't like you, it was just the moment, he was tired, and you totally weren't looking at his lips when you left his van that night.

it didn't happen.

he needs to get a hold of himself

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"are you going to the party on saturday?" you voice echoed in his ears when you leaned against your locker, looking right at him as he rummaged through it, slyly making sure he had enough for the deal he's about to make in 10 or so minutes

he turned to you, a slight frown on covering his features.

he looked around to see a few people in the hallway and he opened his mouth to say something before stopping himself when he looked back at you

you didn't even try to make yourself look busy in your locker like you usually did. you weren't being quiet when talking to him like you usually did.

your eyebrows raised expectently before you spoke up again

"sorry.. didn't mean to catch you at a bad time, s'just wondering if it's a real party or a lame one"

were you asking him to go?

his puzzle look made you laugh softly

"are you coming to sell at the party?" you said again, making it more simple because clearly his brain wasn't processing, and to be honest, his eyes looked a little blown out and darker than usual, was he high?

he nodded quickly "uh i uh- i don't know yet, probably, need the money"

"good, i need something to make me relax, are you alright?" you asked, noticing his excessive blinking

"Yeah," he said plainly.

the word stretched too thin to feel convincing. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and you couldn’t tell if he was just distracted or trying to get you to drop it. Either way, the air between you felt heavier now, like something invisible was hanging in the space where words should’ve been.

You shifted your weight, leaning back against the cold metal of your locker, and studied him for a moment. His hands were still in his locker, rummaging through whatever he was keeping stashed in there, but they didn’t seem to be moving with any real purpose. It was more like he was just keeping them busy. Avoiding something.

"You sure?" you asked again, softer this time. There wasn’t any teasing in your voice now, just a quiet curiosity that you couldn’t quite keep out.

He froze for a second, his shoulders stiffening almost imperceptibly before he pulled his hands out of the locker and shut it with a sharp click.

His head tilted, and he gave you another one of those smiles that didn’t feel real- more like a placeholder than anything else.

"Yeah, I’m good," he said, like he was trying to convince himself just as much as you.

You nodded, but the furrow in your brow stayed. You weren’t sure why it bothered you so much, why he seemed so off, or why you felt the need to press the matter, but it did.

He didn’t meet your eyes this time, and something about that stung more than you cared to admit.

"Okay," you said, drawing the word out slowly, like you weren’t sure if you believed him or not.

"Just... don’t overdo it, alright?"

he frowned "Overdo what?" he asked, his tone light, almost playful, but there was an edge to it. Like he was trying to steer the conversation away from whatever it was that had you asking in the first place.

"the drugs" you wanted to say, but you didn't.

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Whatever it is that’s got you all..." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, searching for the right word but not finding one. "...weird."

weird? what a new word he's never been called. but how is he supposed to act 'normal' when all he can focus on is the curve of your lips when you're talking to him, wishing he could feel them, wishing they were on his in what is a beautiful kiss.

but, alas,

he has to be weird.

trust me, i won't overdo wanting to kiss you Eddie thought to himself

His lips twitched, and for a moment, you thought he might actually laugh, but then the look in his eyes shifted again- softened, almost, and he let out a small sigh instead.

"I am weird," he said, quieter this time, like he was trying to reassure you without drawing too much attention to it.

You wanted to believe him. You really did. But something about the way he was looking at you now, like he was holding back a dozen things he didn’t know how to say, made it hard to let it go.

Still, you nodded, pushing yourself off your locker. "Alright,"

You stepped back to give him a little more space and looked down at the polished floor again

"I'll see you at the party then...or not...bye" You trailed off, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how much you were saying.

His eyes flicked to yours, just for a second, and then he nodded. "Yeah," he said simply.

You lingered for a moment longer, waiting for something, anything, but when he didn’t say anything else, you turned and started walking down the hallway. The sound of your footsteps echoed faintly behind you, and you wondered if he was watching you leave.

You didn’t look back to find out. But as you turned the corner, you caught yourself wishing you had.

and still wondering why, in that weird little head of yours, you still pictured kissing those plush pink lips of his.

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this on'es a bit shortwe because i had no ideas on what to do, but i have the next few PERFECTLY PLANNED OUT

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[moonstruck-writing]

Title: Enveloped in His Kindness Pairing: Shinsuke Kita x gn!reader | Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen CWs: Comfort/mild hurt, there’s emotional distress but it is mainly off camera, and it is never discussed, established relationship, domestic fluff, romantic gestures, physical affection, Kita loves you a lot and wants you to be happy, aged-up Kita, post time-skip Kita, second person pov Summary: When Kita comes back home, he finds you haven’t had a great evening. Nothing will stop his determination to show you how much he cares about you, and to flip your mood. Word count: 1.8k

“Hey babe,” Shinsuke appears under the doorstep to the living room. “What are you doing? Have you been watching a movie?”

It’s one of the few nights Kita takes for himself and goes to play non-competitive volleyball with some people from the neighbourhood. For old times.

The TV is off, and your legs are folded on the sofa. The only thing keeping you company are the lights.

“Yeah,” you answer to not complicate things, because that is the easiest answer, even if it isn’t the most truthful one. “How was volleyball? Are you tired?”

“I definitely don’t have the stamina I used to have, but this old man is building it slowly,” he says hitting his bicep with his opposite hand. He cuts the distance between you in a few steps and sits on the sofa next to you.

“You’re not an old man, Shin.” You reach for him and card your fingers through his hair, pulling his half-dry bangs out of his forehead. “You’ve been working all day in the field. You’ve done so much.”

He gives you a soft smile and takes your hand from his head, to kiss your knuckles.

“What about you, what did you watch?”

You purse your lips, feeling trapped under his attention.

“Just some stuff I had started a while ago.” You hope his lack of interest in movies and TV shows will do the trick. “There’s still some food leftover from dinner if you want to—”

“What’s going on?” He interrupts. Shinsuke never interrupts you, unless it is strictly necessary, like a life-or-death situation. You look away, swallowing the lump in your throat. He kisses your hand again, patiently waiting for your response.

When your shoulders start to tremble, he envelops you in a hug, bringing you to his lap.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he says while squeezing you in his arms. “I am here.”

You inhale his scent, the deodorant he uses, the acrid smell from the sports clothes, and the warmth of his skin.

He is here. He is still a bit sweaty, and tired, and all his attention is yours.

You cry in the safety of his embrace, finally feeling home. When you start breathing slowly again, he kisses your forehead.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” He waits for your response and picks you up in his arms, to which you squeal.

“Shin, you can’t carry me to bed!”

“Who says I can’t? Your man is super strong, you see?” And he pushes you higher in his arms for a second. You laugh at his display of strength.

“No, seriously Shin, I’m worried about your back.” You say once your laughter calms down. He looks at you and sees the seriousness in your face. Immediately, he puts you down and kisses you softly on the lips.

“I won’t make you worry.” His voice is as gentle as the hand that caresses your cheek. “But that doesn’t mean you’ll get rid of me so easily.”

He hugs you to his chest again and proceeds to walk towards your room, making you have to walk backwards.

“Shin, I’m going to fall!” You yelp, clinging to the back of his t-shirt for dear life.

“I’ve got you.”

He hugs you as tight as you are hugging him, and even if the situation is as bizarre as it gets, you can’t help but feel safe in his arms. You trust in him and in that warm embrace. There is no way Kita would let you trip and fall.

When you reach the stairs leading to the upper floor —where your bedroom is— he grabs right where your bottom meets the soft flesh of your thighs, and he pulls you up one step.

“Shin, I can go up the stairs myself.” You turn your face and torso, but still, he doesn’t let go. Then, you turn back to face him again, and the height difference —he is still on the first floor— makes you look at him from a different angle than you’re used to.

“I want to take you up the stairs.” He punctuates the sentence by lightly squeezing your thighs. “Will you humour me?” The look in his eyes is tender, and your heart seems to relax a bit. He gives you a soft peck on the lips after you smile at him.

“I love you, Shin.” You intertwine your arms around the back of his neck and briefly caress his nape.

He pulls you up another step, and when he climbs the step you just left, he offers you the biggest smile. You can see the corners and the underside of his eyes wrinkling, and the image fills you with so much joy, you lean forward and kiss him on his cheekbone.

“Oh, thank you for the kiss, beautiful.” A playful shadow takes over his features and a giggle escapes your lips. He pulls you up again, and before the distance pulls him away from you, he presses a kiss on your nose. “Payback.” You run your fingers through the short hair on his nape, massaging his scalp. He immediately closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation of your fingertips running on his skin. “This is dangerous.”

“What is?”

“If you make me relax any more, we’ll fall down the stairs.” He opens his eyes and his gaze connects with yours. “And as much as that would be a sweet death with you in my arms, I still want to grow old next to you.”

“You big softie.” A cheeky smile spreads through your lips.

“And whose fault do you think that is?” Kita’s eyes soften, even as he is playing along.

“You were already like this before me, you cutie.” You push on him slightly, and the sturdiness of his body meets yours.

“But you get all these sappy feelings out of me.” He cocks his head to the side and spreads his fingers, caressing your sides and lower back.

“I just listen, that’s all.” You casually shrug. “Your kindness is difficult to miss, Shin.”

“Thank you.” He pulls you up another step and kisses your forehead gently. “For noticing.”

“Always.” You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Kita is subtle, but not quiet. His words manage to always reach you, and you’re glad yours do the same for him.

The two of you share a few more kisses before you finally reach the bedroom, and you lie on the bed sighing while Kita quickly goes to the bathroom to take a shower.

You try to order your thoughts and your emotions before you two talk. You know that Kita isn’t the type to pressure you into talking if you’re not ready, but you also know very well that even if he doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t bring it up, he’s still going to worry about you crying so suddenly. For him, ‘out of sight, out of mind’, doesn’t work at all. He is patient and gentle, but you don’t want to put him to the test.

The door of the bathroom opens before you can decide how much to tell him, and how to explain the chaos of your heart to him.

“You were quick.” You say, noticing he hasn’t taken a bath to relax after the long day. He is already in his pyjamas, and you realise that maybe you should’ve used the time apart to get changed into yours.

“I couldn’t wait to be with my baby,” he replies, patting his hair with a towel. His expression is relaxed, and he isn’t looking at you as he walks around the bed and plops down on the edge, with his back to you.

A smile spreads across your lips. You are sure Shinsuke has done that so you don’t have to deal with your feelings alone. It is small acts of generosity and care like that one, that makes your heart melt each day, and wonder what you have done to deserve a man like him.

It is difficult for him to say the words ‘I love you’, but that doesn’t mean you never hear them. They bleed from his actions, proving to you again and again that you are his priority. You had known before you started dating that Shin is a man of actions and not many words, but you hadn’t expected to feel so loved.

“Do you want me to blow dry your hair?” You ask, ready to get up and fetch the gadget. His ways make you want to shower him with the same spontaneous affection.

“But I won’t hear you over the noise,” he replies, turning back to look at you. His gaze is intense, and analytical, like he is trying to discern your emotional state in that very moment.

“Your hair is still dripping.” Water droplets are falling from his hair’s end to the wet towel he has around his neck. “It’ll only take a little bit.” You can see him wanting to complain but you disappear through the door before he is able to get a word out.

When you come back, blow drier in hand, you plug it, sit against the headboard, and he moves to sit in front of you, enclosed in the space between your legs. Kita traces idle forms on your feet and legs while you work on drying his hair.

“This was really nice.” He says once you have finished and turn the blow drier off. His voice sounds sleepy, and when you get off the bed to unplug the blow drier, you can see his eyes are closed. He must be exhausted from the day, and the last thing he needed is you running your fingers through his scalp, to send him off to the entrance of dreamland.

Climbing back on the bed, you sit next to Kita, and he slowly opens his eyes again. It is obvious he is making an effort to fight off the sleepiness. He takes one of your hands in his and looks at your face as if waiting. He never forces you to speak, but still, his actions show he supports and cares for you.

“I want to fall asleep cuddling,” you whisper, and Kita nods before pouting slightly. You move down the bed but then get up to quickly change into your pyjamas while he is putting away the cushions to get the bed ready. Then, you two get under the covers, and in a tangle of limbs, you finally find the haven you need to relax, pressed against his body.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” He murmurs, and you don’t know whether it is meant for you, or if it’s a reminder for himself. He pulls you ever so close to him, and you feel the sadness loosening its grip around your heart.

“Good night, Shin.”

There is enough silence that you start drifting off. When you cross the threshold to unconsciousness, and your breathing deepens, Kita places a soft kiss on your head.

“I love you.”

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A/N: First Kita fic <3 Comments, tags, reblogs and likes mean a lot and they help me keep writing! Anon feedback is also welcome.

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[justchillandshipit]

For the sake of discussion, let's say that Eddie comes out or has some sort of revelation about himself early in season 8. What do you guys want next? Personally, I want to continue with the slow-burn romance for a while longer, but I am ready for it to pick up speed. Seven years to get out of the closet was longer than ideal, but it gave us a lot of good material. As long as Buddie is happening, I'm going to trust the writers because I've enjoyed the Buddie moments so far. That said, I do have a wishlist of what I hope will happen.

If he has his moment of revelation (about his sexuality) in season 8 and we are guaranteed a season 9, then by the end of season 8, I would like him to realize he has feelings for Buck.

Also, by the end of 8, I would like him to come out to at least one person and confide in them about his feelings for Buck.

For Buck, by the end of season 8, I want him and Tommy to have parted ways as friends. I don't want Buck to get into another serious relationship, but I would like to see him go on a series of dates both male and female. I want the audience to be clear on the meaning of bi-sexuality.

By season 9, I'd like to see Eddie continue coming out to people around him, but not Buck. (obviously, not because Buck wouldn't take it well. Eddie has perfect trust in showing Buck every part of himself. He can't tell Buck because he knows that once he starts with the truth all of it would follow.

For Buck, I'd like to see him questioning why he can't hold onto any relationship and maybe through a conversation with Maddie, she could ask what he wants in a life partner. He might list a few characteristics that match Tommy (overlooking that the same match with Eddie.) Maddie does ask him if maybe there was someone else who shared those characteristics, and he has no answer. On Maddie's part, she is getting tired of biting her tongue and waiting for Buck and Eddie to figure it out. Chim thinks Buck needs to figure it out on his own. Maddie points out that if Buck had done that the two of them may still be pretending to be just friends.

I'd like to see more private conversations about Buck and Eddie because I do feel that at this point everyone who is closest to them knows they have feelings for each other. [This is not to be mistaken with knowing how they identify themselves sexually, though Buck coming out and perhaps Eddie's private conversations only solidify their certainty that the two are in love. So, in essence, Bobby and Athena are talking about it in private and with no one else. Maddie and Chim are talking about it privately and with no one else. Hen and Karen are talking about it privately and with no one else. The only clueless person is Ravi.

By the end of season 9, with a guarantee that there will be a season 10. I would like an EPIC emergency. I can't imagine what. During it, Buck and Eddie get separated and think the other is dead. (Not necessarily this specifically but something that causes Buck to realize it was Eddie all along and causes Eddie to realize that he couldn't live knowing he never spoke his truth to Buck. Bonus points to the writers if they have Eddie skip over "coming out" to Buck and go straight to a Kiss or Love confession.) In fact, a kiss at the emergency scene when they discover each other alive would be a great time for everyone to see them do it. Bobby, Hen, and Chim all pull out their phones to Facetime and record with their wives/partners. Ravi is standing there with his jaw on the floor and asking what is happening. (His shock is not about their sexuality so much as the fact that it is Buck & Eddie)

Early season 10 will see Buck and Eddie navigating their new relationship. I don't know how far ABC will go with allowing love scenes between two men, but if it is allowed, I'd rather it not be something that just happens off-screen. If it does happen off-screen, I hope that there is a lead-up to consummating the relationship that we can see on screen. I just feel like we've all waited so long, it should be special for the audience as well and not something that happens off-screen and never talked about. Depending on whether or not the show keeps going. Ten seasons would be pretty epic on its own, but if there is at least one more season (11), then the remainder of 10 should be a series of adjustments and learning that their friendship has not stopped, it has expanded. Depending on the status of the show, possibly a wedding at the end of season 10 or engagement if it goes into season 11.

Yep. I've thought that far ahead, but I've tried not to be too specific on how they get there to allow for changes. If the show is not renewed beyond season 8, I'd want the show to rush it. I would hate to have them rush it, but I would like to know that a happy ending is set up, and Buddie officially ends as canon.

[stayteezdreams]

Oops?

Plot: When you and Han participate in a treasure hunt, things don't go as planned when you end up getting locked in a closet together.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @backintomykpopphaseagain

A/n: it was originally just supposed to be crack/fun (as requested), but it also became fluffy as well

Warnings: Reader gets locked in a storage closet? That's about it.

Words: 1.5k

Han practically skipped along beside you as you read over the paper in your hands.

"Okay, so from what I can tell from the clues, the next item is in a storage closet."

Han groaned softly "Do you know how many closets are in this building?

"No, but I think we're gonna find out."

Han sighed dramatically, but quickly began heading towards the nearest storage room, energy bursting from him.

You couldn't help the giggle that erupted from your lips as he yanked open the door and dramatically bowed, motioning for you to enter first.

Leaving the room soon after, not finding your item, you wondered just how long this treasure hunt was going to take.

"Why am I even involved in this team bonding exercise again?" You asked after you checked your fourth closet.

"Because Seungmin is visiting family and couldn't do it, Chan wanted even numbers."

You hummed under your breath as you headed down the stairs towards the lower floors of the building. You noticed immediately that it got quieter, and the lighting darker.

"Ew, why is it so creepy down here?" You asked as you headed down a long hallway.

You glanced at Han who had a similar look on his face as he shook his head, and pretended to shiver in fear.

Seeing another closet, you stopped to read a sign on the door.

'Door broken. Do not close when inside.'

"Maybe it's in here."

Opening the door, you held it open before Han grabbed it "You look, I'll hold it."

Stepping in, you switched on the light and looked around. The room wasn't very big, but the shelves were full of objects. As you began to look around, you didn't notice as you backed towards a tower of boxes. Hitting it with your elbow, you gasped as the tower began to sway.

As you turned to grab the tower, stopping it from toppling, Han, without thinking, jumped forward to help. As the tower became steady, you and Han locked eyes, just as you both heard the door creaking closed.

Realization crossed your faces at the same time as you both lunged for the door, only to hear it click closed just as you reached it.

You both froze for a moment before Han took the handle and tired it, jiggling it multiple times as he pushed and pulled the door.

Furrowing his brow, he looked slowly over at you with a regretful look on his face.

"Oops?"

You sighed as you pressed your forehead against the door. Unable to help it, a laugh bubbled out, catching Han by surprise. You turned your head to look at him, and he couldn't help but smile, before laughing with you.

"I can't believe that just happened" You said between chuckles as Han copied you by pressing his forehead against the door, as he messed with the door handle again.

"It wouldn't really be a problem if Chan hadn't taken our phones before we started."

You groaned "Ugh, that's right, he did take them."

You turned and looked around the storage closet before you spotted something brown hidden behind a box.

"What are the odds someone finds us down here?" Han asked as he turned towards you.

Pulling the object out you turned back to him "Well seeing as this as both our next object and one of Hyunjin and Changbin's, pretty good."

Han's eyes widened as he looked at the two objects in your hands. In one hand you held Han's Quokka Skzoo with a blue scarf around it's neck, in the other hand, Hyunjin's ferret skzoo with a red scarf, each symbolizing your teams colors.

"So now we just have to wait?"

"Yeah! Though-" recalling how long it took Hyjunin and Changbin to even figure out what their first clue meant you felt doubtful "It might take a while."

"Why?"

"It took them until we found our third object to find their first one."

"Oh God you're right." Han sighed as he slid down the wall "We're gonna die in here."

You laughed softly as you sat down as well "Maybe someone will notice our disappearance before then."

As five minutes turned to ten, and then ten into twenty, you and Han both bean to grow worried. Trying to distract yourselves, you played game after game, in an attempt to also kill your boredom.

You and Han tossed a paper ball between you, bouncing it, trying to keep it in the air as long as you could. As Han nearly fell over trying to reach it, it hit the ground and you both let out sighs.

"Fifty-six, not a bad streak." You hummed, but made no movement to grab the ball.

Han stayed lying on his side on the ground as he looked at you. You noticed his eyes lingering a bit longer than normal.

You tilted your head "What?"

"I'm trying to think of a game we could play."

"Who can scream the loudest so someone can find us?" You suggeting half-heartedly.

Han rose his brow and you rose your hand "Please don't, I already have a headache"

He huffed out softly as he sat up "What about, what if?"

"What?"

"What if. I give you a scenario like...what if a zombie apocalypse broke out tomorrow. And you tell me what you would do."

"Oh." You thought about it for a moment "Sure okay. Is that the first what if?"

"No no, let me think of something else."

After a dozen bizarre scenarios you stared up at the ceiling trying to think of another.

Han stared at you for a few minutes, before looking down at his feet, which were now flat against yours as you both sat with your backs against opposite walls.

He pressed his feet against yours to get your attention "I have one."

You gave him your attention and he suddenly felt shy "What if...one of the members had a crush on you?"

You felt your heart jump at this. It was so different than the ones he had given you before.

What if you found a genie and he only gave you one wish.

What if you could only save one of us in a fire.

What if you were turned into a fish.

But now this one? This time it seemed serious. Did one of the members have a crush on you? Was it the same member you had a crush on?

"I- would give them a chance, I suppose."

"A chance?" He asked curiosly

"Yeah. Maybe. Depending on who it was I think."

"Okay. What if it was Bang Chan?"

"Uhm, I don't know. We're more like siblings than anything, I'm not sure."

"What if it was Lee Know?"

"I would be surprised, I don't think I'm his type."

"What if it was Changbin?"

You let out a somewhat bewildered chuckle "Han"

You thought you might know where this was leading. You thought maybe, just maybe, Han was the one who had a crush on you. Would this be the day you revealed you had a crush on him too?

He chuckled "Okay okay, just one more."

"...Okay"

"What if, it was me?" his voice was softer than before, filled with uncertainty.

After a moment of silence, as your heart hammered in your chest, you spoke softly "Then I would say I felt the same."

Han nearly stumbled as he moved to his knees, his eyes widening "Really!?"

You jumped back slightly at his sudden movements and loud voice, but you chuckled "Yeah?" you twiddled with your fingers "Is it you that has a crush on me? I mean, you were being serious about the crush thing right?"

He nodded fervently as he moved to sit beside you "Yeah, yeah. I just. Really didn't know if you felt the same."

You let out a soft laugh as you looked down at your hands, suddenly nervous that he sat right beside you.

"So..." he said softly

You looked up and met his eyes, as he stared deeply into yours before he spoke "What if- what if I asked you on a date?"

A small smile ghosted your lips "I'd say yes."

He opened his mouth to speak as a smile started to form, but before he could talk, you both jumped when the door was yanked open.

Looking up, you saw Hyunjin and Changbin appear, bickering as they stepped into the closet. Seeing you, they halted, confusion across their faces.

"What are you doing in here?" Hyunjin asked as Changbin stepped in with an amused yet confused look on his face.

Seeing the door beginning to close, you and Han both jumped up "The door!"

Changbin and Hyunjin turned back, startled as the door clicked shut, leaving a resounding silence over you all.

"Oops." Changbin muttered.

You and Han, frozen in place, both let out a loud sigh as you dropped back to the floor, backs hitting the shelves behind you.

Hyunjin and Changbin began trying to door handle, pushing and pulling just as Han had done before.

"Why did you close the door"?" Hyunjin began as they started to bicker.

Feeling Han's hand suddenly slip over top of yours, you looked over at him as an amused and knowing smile pulled at his lips.

You may be stuck in a storage closet for who knows how long, with three of the loudest people you've ever met, but at least something good came out of it.

xx End xx

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[sporco-filth]

i started writing this story a very long time ago. it's probably only the second or third slob story I'd written at the time and i was still getting comfortable writing about kink stuff (because it feels so self indulgent to do so and embarrassing even if you're the only one reading it).

Still, it's decent enough and I just kept adding to it over the years so it's a pretty big work of writing (over 16000 words apparently which i just checked and am surprised about enough that i had to triple check it). Since it's so long I'm splitting it into pieces.

Synopsis: Lee is a neat freak and moves in with a slob called Bob. Lee realises he has a slob fetish and slowly but surely gives in to his desires.

Bob looked into his fridge and scratched his belly. He pulled out a large piece of cake and shut the door. He sat down on the couch, moving aside some empty takeaway containers from who knows when, and opened a bottle of coke. Cake and soft drink: the perfect breakfast. Flicking boredly through the TV, he thought how six months ago he'd never have been able to enjoy this. Back then he was dating Velma, a health nut and a clean freak. She was nice and all but he couldn't stand her nagging. Bob preferred to laze on the couch all day rather than tire himself out walking; his five main food groups were fatty, sugary, salty, carbs and meat; he didn't care about living in a pigsty and his prowess in belching, to him, was a symbol of masculinity. Velma had tried to whip him into shape, and for a while he was pretty close to giving in. But after a weekend with the boys he remembered all the best things about his old, bachelor ways and decided the relationship had to end.

Now, Bob can eat junk food till he's stuffed, burp long and loud, leave his dirty undies on the floor and never needs to wash again; the closest he'll ever get to sport is watching it on TV. Bob, finishing the last of his cake, let out a loud belch. He patted his prominent gut, the product of years of avoiding physical activity and following a strict diet of takeout, beer and never skipping dessert. He was very proud of it.

Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door and, rather reluctantly, got up to check. Standing there was a thin, fairly athletic guy holding a newspaper clipping. "Are you Mr Gutt?" He asked, reading off the paper. "I'm here to see about renting the apartment." "Yeh, that's me," Bob replied. "Come on in. What's your name?" "I'm Lee," he said. It was then that he looked up and saw the man in front of him in all his slobbishness. He was visibly surprised but made no comment. "So, uh, why are you renting out this place?" He asked, avoiding the elephant in the room. "My girlfriend moved out a while back. I haven't been able to find anyone since though." Lee thought he could tell why, but didn't say anything as he took it all in: the piles of unwashed dishes stacked high in the sink, the dirty laundry thrown about everywhere, the junk food wrappers strewn about, the overflowing trash cans, the bathroom that seemed like it hadn't been cleaned in years. It was a complete and utter pigsty.

Lee was oddly titillated by all this: the total abandon and laissez faire attitude, the heady stench of sweat and filth, the naughtiness of such indulgence. He knew he shouldn't agree, but he so wanted to, and there hadn't been any place with as cheap a rent in so good an area… He let his desires control him and soon found himself signing the deal. "I'll be moving in as soon as I can," he said. "I can't wait!" Bob was a little surprised someone so clean and thin would want to live in a place like this, he was a little concerned he might end up with a repeat of Velma, but he wasn't going to refuse an applicant willing to pay.

The next week, Lee had moved into the spare room. Still in his usual habits, he had a perfectly made bed, freshly pressed clothes hung neatly and was still following his regular diet and exercise plan. Bob was a little perturbed, but the cleanliness hadn't infected the rest of the house so he let it slide. Lee longed to join Bob in his slobdom, however, but couldn't muster the audacity to let himself go like his roommate.

Lee would get up early for his morning jog. Entering the living room, he'd see Bob asleep on the couch, TV still on from his late-night binge-watching, lap full of crumbs from his midnight snack, and Lee would envy that freedom Bob had to do as he pleased. Preparing breakfast, he'd see all of Bob's sugary biscuits as he got his muesli from the pantry, would see all his chocolates and chips as he looked for his fruit, and all the soft drinks and beer when he took his water bottle out of the fridge. His stomach growled, hungry for those delicious, calorific foods, but he refused that desire. Taking a shower, he'd notice the dirty socks and underwear that were scattered around the bathroom and the unflushed toilet. He longed to be able to live in that state of filth, to never have to bathe again and just revel in his own stench, but he couldn't…

Lee's runs gave him a chance to clear his mind of his desires; he couldn't live like that, he just couldn't. It wasn't his life. His life was clean, fit, healthy, hygienic, polite, neat, tidy, thin, fresh, pure…

But try as he might, the thought of what his life might be like if he gave into his desires plagued him throughout the day. During a dull moment in the office, his mind wandered from thought to thought. Soon he found himself daydreaming: there he was, lazing on the sofa, wearing nothing but a pair of old tighty whities, mouth full of greasy pizza, watching TV late at night. In his imagination, he grabbed a bottle of beer, took a swig, and belched. He patted his gut proudly… Wait, gut? Yes, in this fantasy, Lee had a beer belly that would rival Bob's: the product of an indulgent, couch potato lifestyle. Lee drifted back to reality and noticed how excited that fantasising had left him. Who'd have thought he could be so turned on by something so… dirty. Lee shook his head, it was just a silly fetish, nothing more. He put it out of mind for the rest of the day.

When he returned home, he saw Bob scrounging around the kitchen, looking for something to eat. He was always eating, whatever he wanted, whenever he felt like it. "How was work?" He asked, trying to decide between chocolate and doughnuts. "Alright," said Lee, watching as Bob ended up choosing both. "The usual." "Did you want anything?" Bob asked, proffering him the box of doughnuts. "Oh, wait sorry. I keep forgetting you don't eat this sort of food." Lee smiled. "That's ok, it's not like I'm offended or anything." Bob plopped himself down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table, pushing aside a haphazard pile of trash in the process. "You remind me a lot of my ex: she was a obsessed with being healthy too. I can't understand people like you." Lee frowned. "What do you mean?" "I mean, why spend your life in misery when you can enjoy it and not worry about stupid things like making the bed or eating healthy. I tell you, you guys are obsessive." "I am not obsessive," protested Lee. "Sure you're not." "I'm not." "Prove it." Lee wasn't one to back down from a challenge. "Fine, what would you have me do?" Bob thought for a bit, he hadn't expected his challenge to be accepted. "It needs to be something kinda big, but nothing huge…" He had it. "I want you to sit down on the recliner, eat one of the donuts, drink a can of soda and you can't move or fidget until this episode finishes. And if you burp or anything, you need to let it loose and not say 'excuse me' or anything." "That's hardly fair!" "It's nothing, unless you really are obsessed with health and all that trash." "Fine, I'll do it." Lee sat down on the recliner, and picked up a doughnut from the box. He pulled the chair back and got into a comfortable position. Though he'd never let Bob know, he enjoyed the feeling of the soft, worn cushion on his bum. He could even feel the crumbs left by Bob from countless nights of snacking in that chair. He looked at the doughnut, the dim light (one of Bob's undies had inexplicably ended up on the hanging light) reflected off the sugary glaze. It looked so tempting, so sweet, so… unhealthy. He took a bite. It was heavenly. He savoured the sweet taste as he slowly chewed and swallowed. Then he ate more and more until the doughnut was all gone. He imagined it sitting in his stomach, all the sugary, fatty goodness. Then he took a swig of his soft drink. The bubbles tickled his throat and the sugary taste tingled his taste buds. After another few sips, he felt a burp coming. As per Bob's rules, he opened his mouth and let out a sizeable belch. Nothing amazing, but still fairly impressive for someone who'd pretty much never burped before. "Not bad, Lee," Bob said with a smile. "If I trained you, you could become a real pro. Listen to this." Bob took a gulp of beer and released a huge, manly belch. Lee felt his face flush, but rather than focusing on Bob's burp, Lee thought about what he had just said: "If I trained you…" Lee imagined that: instead of running marathons, he'd marathon TV shows; instead of dieting, he'd be overindulging; instead of doing sit ups, he'd be sitting down; instead of burpees, he'd practise burping. It was almost more than he could dream of.

The two passed the remainder of the show in silence except for the odd burp here and there. Lee regretted eating his doughnut so quickly and he soon felt like another. The more rational part of his mind told him that this was just a fun game: once it was over he'd get back to his normal life. The other part of him so wished that this 'game' would never end. Eventually, of course, it did end, and Lee hopped up off the chair, trying to shake off any thoughts of continuing. "That was ok," he said to Bob, feigning disinterest. "But I prefer exercise over sitting around all day." "Suit yourself," said Bob. "But at least I've proved I'm not obsessive." "If you say so."

The next morning, as Lee was about to make his bed, he thought 'why?' Why bother making his bed when it'll just need to be messed up again? Who was he trying to impress? Did it really matter if he did it or not? If it didn't, then why not just leave it unmade? So Lee left his bed in a mess and continued his day as normal, the bed completely leaving his thoughts. When he went to bed that night, however, slipping into the unmade sheets, he felt an odd sense of freedom. As if he was rebelling against the rules, as if he was being a bit naughty not making his bed. Waking up, Lee didn't give a second thought to his bed as he got ready and soon leaving his bed unmade almost became a morning ritual.

About a week after his little challenge with Bob, Lee was walking home from work when he noticed a bakery that, in the past, he had always paid no heed. What caught his eye was a collection of glistening doughnuts in the window. Just the sight of them made him think back to that one he ate during the challenge and his stomach growled. It was going to be a little while to dinner, he thought, and surely it wouldn't hurt if he just ate one. Lee went in and bought a doughnut, glazed and sticky. As he walked he took a bite and was reminded again of the heavenly rush of sugar. He almost moaned in delight. He finished the doughnut before he got home and threw the wrapper in a rubbish bin, wiping his mouth clean so Bob wouldn't find out he'd been letting his diet slip a little. Letting it slip was a bit of an exaggeration, he thought. One doughnut was a treat, that's all.

Lee managed to hold back his desire the next time he passed the bakery, trying to keep his mind resolute against his hunger. He wasn't going to slide down the slippery slope of unfitness. But just the thought of that, of being unfit and fat and lazy, left him kind of excited. He knew, however, that it was just a fantasy; he could never live like that.

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

I have so much work to do, it isn't even funny, and here I am, doing none of it. So, instead of just sitting in front of my computer and letting anxiety eat me up, I'm going to see how married life is treating Minglan.

I have three shows that I am actively watching right now. It's a battle to choose which one to watch at any given time. The struggle is real 😫

***

Well, he's feeling energetic the morning after 😅

***

LMAO, OK, so I know that the implication here is that he has great stamina and wore her out, but, honestly, my first thought was that she must have been doing all the physical work of their first night together, so she's now tired and he's up and about doing acrobatics 🤣🤣

***

LMAO, I'm on her side here!

Sleep above all!

To hell with the shitty in-laws.

***

What a thing to tell your newly-wedded wife!

Yikes 😬

***

LMAOOOO 🤣🤣

Hopefully he, ahem, learned other skills at the brothel instead 🤣🤣

He's so fully of nonsense, I cannot 🤣🤣

***

Ugh, these vipers.

The sooner they move out, the better.

***

Who?

***

AGAIN, WHO??

Honestly, my stance for this drama is that anyone who wants to commit suicide should be allowed to 🙄

***

Wait, is she implying that Gu Tingye is sleeping with this woman?

Because, seriously? SERIOUSLY??

Now they are straight-up lying to stir up trouble in their marriage! AND THIS IS, LIKE, THE FIRST DAY!! 🤬🤬

Minglan, don't be an idiot. Don't believe them!

***

Oh, and the lot of you are soooooo worried about how some random servant who is sleeping with the master of the house is going to live 🙄🙄

I cannot with the what-the-fuckery on display here 🤬🤬

GU TINGYE, WHERE ARE YOU?

THIS IS SLANDER!!

***

Even if any of this was true, WHO GIVES A FUCK??

OK, so, personal story time. Skip for TMI, or something. IDC.

When I was nineteen, I was living away from home for the first time in a dormitory and I had these roommates. I was a very stupid, naive, sexually inexperienced, frontal-cortex-still-entirely-udeveloped nineteen. I was studying architecture, the hours were ridiculous, the living conditions were atrocious (and I mean no hot water, communal toilets for the entire floor, no privacy whatsoever, perpetually drunk, eternally partying next-door neighbours bringing creepy men over, it was absolute hell with no recourse) and I was really, really struggling to keep afloat.

My self-esteem also wasn't the greatest and I'd spent my entire teens feeling unlovable and unattractive because, idk, I didn't look like Naomi Campbel, and was told from numerous sides that being some random average girl was just not enough. My mental health went down the drain that year and it never really recovered. I hadn't been doing particularly great even before that, but it was like that whole hellish mess snapped some final thread in me and it was just a downward spiral after downward spiral for years after that. It took an additional ten years to get diagnosed and put on meds because everyone is just so stupid and when you are young, you don't know how to advocate for yourself, or even that you should be doing so.

And then there were these roommates.

There were three of them, all older than me, and we lived in this tiny twelve-square-metre room with three single beds (two of them had to share because one of them was a friend who was there "illegally" because she had lost her right to accommodation for repeating the year and didn't want to go back to her parent's home for the time being and I was too stupid to put my foot down, report her and tell her to fuck off). The two legal ones were sisters.

And let me tell you, I was so in AWE of them! All three were tall, beautiful, put together and confident! They were incredibly popular and had men crawling all over them. I felt pathetic in comparison. I wasn't jealous, not exactly, I just felt inadequate and held the two sisters on this incredibly high pedestal because they seemed so smart and gorgeous (not so much the friend, because even though she was beautiful too, she had this self-absorbed, self-centred, flighty, shallow character that I just couldn't respect). The sisters, however, were everything I wished I could be, especially the younger one.

That particular sister, let's call her M, was also studying architecture. She was in year four (compared to my miserable first year) and she was doing so well, her work was amazing. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was the epitome of elegance, intelligence and beauty in my eyes. She could do no wrong. Hero worship was in full swing, I couldn't imagine she could be any more perfect even if I tried.

And then a few months into our hellish living arrangement, I found out that she was fooling around with this worthless guy who was cheating on his long-term girlfriend with her. They had an on-again-off-again relationship. They had broken up before because he refused to leave the official girlfriend, but for whatever reason, she was in love with his mediocre ass and kept going back to him. I was shocked when the whole story came out. There she was, the most perfect girl I had ever known, letting this cheating loser string her along like that. It was gross.

Let me tell you, that pedestal I put her on came crumbling down so fast because even my infatuated, naive, sleep-deprived and chemically imbalanced brain knew this was very wrong (it took me several more years and another incident with a woman I was super close to and had adored for years to teach me not to mess with cheaters and the people they cheat with because they are always fundamentally deficient in some hidden (or not so hidden) ways and that whatever damage they have that lets them act in this way will eventually drag you down too, but I digress).

In my shock, I asked her, why? Of all people, why him? This girl was so gorgeous, she could have had any man on the planet. She said they were in love. And I asked her, if he loved her so much, why didn't he break up with his girlfriend (mind you, the girlfriend fully thought they were getting married sometime in the near future). It seemed so obvious to me, if he truly loved her, he should have ended his previous relationship and dated her openly.

AND SHE TOLD ME THIS EXACT SAME LINE. THIS COMPLETE BULLSHIT OF A MANIPULATIVE EXCUSE.

Apparently, the shitty cheater couldn't break up with the girlfriend because the girlfriend had sworn that if he broke up with her, she would never marry anyone else and stay single her whole entire life. And he, the poor baby, couldn't live with that, so he couldn't leave her 🤯🤯

I had never heard something more ridiculous in my life. It was so absurd, and it was so world-altering for me that this perfect girl, the girl I had thought was so put together and so incredibly smart, was TAKING THIS UTTER STUPIDITY SERIOUSLY. I still remember it so clearly, even after all these years. It didn't make sense then and it still doesn't make sense now. It's the XXI century!! Break up with the woman you don't love!! What the hell is this nonsense?? WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHE DECIDES TO NEVER MARRY ANYONE ELSE? IT IS NO LONGER YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!!

Also, all these people were in their early fucking twenties, the absolute delusion that any of her threats (if they were even real and not made up by the loser cheater because all cheaters ever do is lie) were in any way a real and enforceable thing that would come to pass. BUT EVEN IF SHE NEVER DID GET MARRIED? SO FUCKING WHAT? NOT YOUR CIRCUS, NOT YOUR MONKEYS.

And there she was, sneaking around with this garbage man because he gave her this nonsensical excuse. The stupidity is unending. I cannot. I could not and will never be able to can 🙄🙄

And back to the actual show now.

WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHE NEVER MARRIES? WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT BLACKMAIL IS THAT? FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF AND THEN KEEP FUCKING OFF SOME MORE UNTIL YOU DROP INTO A DEEP BLACK HOLE AND KEEP DROPPING UNTIL YOU REACH THE EARTH'S CORE AND DISINTEGRATE IN THE LAVA.

Ugh.

***

WHO THE FUCK CAAAAAARES 🤬🤬

Also, let's not forget that these are the very people who wanted to murder Manniang and Gu Tingye's actual children with her. They are so concerned with the status of a lower-class servant sleeping with the Young Master and how she will raise her head in public and go on living. So, so, so concerned 🙄🙄

***

Minglan, please tell them to fuck all the way off.

I am beyond pissed.

***

OMFG.

I am beyond sick of these wretched bottom feeders and their "path of survival" 🤮

BITCH, DIE.

***

True! Let's all ask him!!

I am sure he will just love all this slander.

This whole thing is just beyond WTF.

***

What exactly were her parents supposed to teach her?

Just take in some random prostitute for her husband the day after she was married? What the actual fuck is wrong with this woman? Worms for brains, I swear. The audacity is astounding.

***

OH MY GOD, THEN GO DIE ALREADY

I am so tired 🙄

***

This dumb fucking bully.

The best thing that ever happened to women was emancipation and no longer having to live in their in-laws' homes.

***

LMAO, how many statuses do these mistresses that the wife is forced to support even have?

Fuck off with this bullshit.

***

MINGLAN, ARE YOU SERIOUS

***

LMAO, wait, what?

They accused him of raping this woman?

Speechless.

Gu Tingye, please take your wife and fuck off from this place.

***

LMAO, Gu Tingye keeps making good life choices!

Gu Tingye is not among my favourite characters by a long stretch, but I do appreciate him so very much!

Go, king! Protect your wife and stay winning!!

***

Don't you just love it when utterly disgraceful people start blathering about not getting the respect they feel entitled to 🙄

Gross family.

[elizabethplaid]

daily notes - may 17, 2024

Sometime Thursday, the anxiety stuff seemed to be done. However, now I'm fighting hormonal fatigue, as it's time for the monthly cycle. It had been light since earlier in the week but Thursday and Friday wiped me out. Since waking up Friday afternoon, both arms feel tingly - pinched nerves from how I slept.

I went to bed around 6:30-7pm, very tired. Woke again around 9:30 but stayed in bed reading. After 11ish, I got up and ate. I'm tired again, arms more tingly - a thin line down each arm, elbow to fingertip. I've eaten and caught up with some internets. I want to sit up and digest for another half-hour at least, even if I close my eyes.

I'll text LL-K, ask if she wants to open the library for me. I don't think I'll be worse than last week, but I won't be a whole lot better, so it's best to stay home. Because of car troubles, dad would have to drive me anyway. I know he won't mind unlocking the building for K.

I actually skipped my weekly call with phone friend, which was scheduled for Friday night. I'm too fatigued to be sad about missing out. Hoped to try again tonight (Saturday), but idk how I'll be doing.

It sucks how the stuff that upsets my routine seems to overlap, not just one thing at a time. The combo amplifies it and interferes with how I perceive things. Logically, shit happens and it's better to take care of myself. Getting through past guilt, I'm always a little antsy when I can't see through my prior commitments (eg library duty).

Lizard brain? Fatigue and anxiety telling me to turn my back on things, shutting down and wanting to hide or sleep. Toddler-tantrum side resists sleep. I've been fighting with short-bursts of sleep on-and-off for nearly a year.

Body exhausted, brain needs stimulation but doesn't have stamina for imagination.

I know this is a routine down-swing. So much excitement last week, I need time to recover. And I'm watching to see how it compares to March - when I had a really bad down-swing. All I can do is watch and wait, try to sleep if/when I can.

I will keep repeating for as long as it lasts: I'm in good spirits about this, and that is a very important thing to note. And I must remind myself that I was able to pull myself out of my last bad down-swing, and I did it quite well. Trust the process, trust that time will ease the tension. The world moves at a fast pace, and I do not move anywhere near that speed.

There's a tension of tears under the surface. It will bleed through if I close my eyes long enough. I get, like, metaphoric hypnic jerks that shake me out of it, so I cannot get the release I need. The tears are probably just fatigue - a toddler tantrum, like I keep saying. Over-stimulated, now with my body hurting and adding to the aches.

Ok, plan of attack: Text LL-K about library. Text counselor for phone session (next week, but I'm planning ahead). Leave my phone on the floor while I try to sleep.

I am grateful to be able to navigate through this, that I can talk myself through this, that I have a "success story" in recent memory to guide me now. Grateful for supportive friends, too. Lego-friend talked me into going to bed early last night, and it really felt like a tantrum with myself. Phone-friend was okay to reschedule, and I know they'll be okay if I need to reschedule again.

No more stream of consciousness. Too tired. Must post. :P

[linagram]

To the prisoners: What was the last memory you remember before ending up here?

oh god this is going to reveal A LOT

(note: i'm not sure about canongram, but in my ocgram all prisoners arrived here like two or three days after they committed their crimes)

Akio: "I remember walking to school like I usually do. But it felt.. weird this time. I got used to walking there with someone else, but he didn't reply to my messages and I haven't seen him anywhere. Also, I don't want to say this, but I forgot to brush my hair that day and my uniform also didn't look as neat as usual. I swear, I usually pay a lot of attention to my appearance, but this time.. it was different. I don't remember anything else though. I guess I was kidnapped and brought here before I got there." *sighs* "I can't believe my only excuse for skipping classes would be "Sorry, I wasn't at school because I had to be judged for murdering my classmate that day"."

Aimi: "Do I have to talk about it? It sounds kinda sad now that I think about it.. Well, I remember just wandering around without any reason. The sky was gray, it was very cold and I could tell that it was about to rain. People looked worried, but still.. No one has tried to help me, haha. I think the very last moment that I remember is when I sat on a bench and just.. closed my eyes. I don't know why I did that, maybe I was tired. Maybe I just wanted everything to end."

Shun: "I'm not the best person to ask about their last memory. But if I try really hard to remember it.. I think I was lying on the floor and looking at the ceiling. I wasn't alone and there was someone else lying right next to me too. I got up, though it took me a lot of time, and I was going to cook something for both of us and.. S-sorry, I don't remember anything else."

Naomi: "I remember sitting in my room and reading my victim's diary. I remember being surprised because I didn't expect him to have one, he didn't seem like that type of person to me. His parents told me that he wrote in it because it was the only way for him to express his emotions in a healthy way, which.. made me feel sorry for him. They allowed me to have it, they said that they don't need it and they're not interested in reading it. I stayed up all night and I think I fell asleep while reading it. When I woke up, I was already here."

Kei: "Hmm, so do you want to know all the details, or like, should I just give you the general info? Let's see.. I remember brushing his hair and fixing his makeup, I really wanted to take some photos of him and I needed him to look as beautiful as possible. Of course, he always looked beautiful, but you know what I mean. So when I realized that I left my camera in the other room, he asked me why I decided to do all this, since I usually prefer him to look a bit.. different. You know, covered in bandages, with blood on his face, torn clothes, all that. I couldn't answer his question, but he managed to answer it himself. He's so smart, haha.. I remember smiling at him and going to get my camera, but that's when I suddenly lost consciousness and woke up here. Oh no, now I'm starting to miss him even more.. Hm? Who am I talking about? Ah, the most precious person in my life, of course!"

Eiko: "I was sitting in my room and talking to my mother on the phone. We were talking about, you guessed it, my "crime". Oh, no, she's not the type to say things like "I'm so sorry, honey" or "It will get better, I promise". I mean, I did tell her that I was the one who killed him. And she was fine with it. I know, she's such a supportive mother!~ The very last thing she said to me before she ended the call was.. Wait, why should I tell you? Just know that I got a little bit angry and threw my phone on the floor after that, haha. I thought that I should go and drink some water, but right when I was about to do it, everything went dark. Seriously, did you break into my house or something? Couldn't you at least knock? Ei- I mean, Guard-san, you know that I'm always happy to see you~"

Asahi: ".. It was cold. I was crying. I was far away from home. My mom was there to hug me and say that everything is going to be okay. That's all I remember."

Yurika: "She promised me that we will watch some anime together tonight and I wanted everything to be ready. She has invited me to her house so many times, but this was the first time when she decided to come to my apartment. I was so nervous, my room was such a mess, I had to clean it all up as soon as possible!.. But when she actually came, I started to feel dizzy. I don't remember anything after that."

Riku: "I remember my friends teasing me for losing one of my school shoes. You see, I actually lost one of my school shoes a few days ago as well and these were my new shoes, so me losing a new one was.. yeah, not great. One of my friends suggested that I wear one of my sneakers since I can't go back to class with only one shoe, but when I asked "Why should I wear only one and not both of them", he smiled and said that if anyone asks about it, I can say that I'm still wearing one of my school shoes, so this is not a violation of the dress code." *laughs* "His jokes weren't the best, but I appreciated it anyway. Oh, you wanna know how I lost it?.. Why does it matter?"

Reina: "It's a secret~.. Fine, fine, I will tell you. My friends came to visit me and this is how my parents have met them for the first time. When I asked them why they came, they said that they wanted to.. "comfort me". This sounds stupid, I know, I wasn't even sad! My parents got mad at them and told them to leave. I just locked myself up in my room.. Wow, all of this actually does sound sad. It wasn't always like that, I promise!"

[cassardim0marvel0harrypotter]

Summary: After a mission of one month the reader and steve finally see each other again and make up for the lost time

Warnings: mention showering together, fingering (smut at the end), fluff

„uhhh", I groaned and slammed my hand down onto the bed table hearing my alarm go off. It was saturday, why the hell did I set myself an alarm?! Oh well I stuck my hand out under the blanket grabbing my phone and rubbing my eyes before looking at the bright screen. UHH- it was only 8am!! I squinted my eyes to read the tiny letters on my screen trying to tell me why my phone woke me up at 8am in the morning. Then it hit me. OF COURSE!! yesss!! Steve! He was gonna be back in a few hours. Omg how I miss him. I quickly jumped out of bed and got into the bathroom, I didn't do makeup just wash my face and put my (h/c) hair up into a messy bun. Then I got over to my warderobe and got myself a compfy but presentable outfit together. Some jeans black panties and bra and a sweater from steve. I left the room walking down to the kitchen to try and get some breakfast down. I hummed while pulling a plate from the shelf and making myself some eggs and bacon (if your vegetarian/vegan then whatever else you like). I sat down next to Wanda who also happend to be eating breakfast right now. „Morning", I yawned. „Morning y/n excited for today", she asked with a knowing smirk dancing across her lips.  I smiled goofily at her and nodded enthusiastically while starting to eat my food.

My thoughts constantly slipped back to my blond haired super soldier. He has been on a long mission the last three weeks and I missed him so much. How he would hold me in his strong arms making me feel safe. The aftershave that always gave him his fresh smell. When he would hug me from behind when we were alone in the kitchen. Yeah well he wasn't big on PDA but when we were alone he was like a big strong teddy bear. I needed to stop before I was gonna drool over just the thought of him.

I put my dishes away after I finished and went to my room to change into some work out clothing. Because even today he was gonna come back I still needed to train with Nat like I promised her. I brushes my hair again before putting it in a high ponytail, grabbing my water bottle and heading down to the gym.

After an hour and several meetings with the mats on the floor Nat had mercy on me. „You should shower before he comes. Or lets say I know you want to shower before he comes.", she winked knowingly at me. „Yeah I should do that. Thanks Nat. Have fun", I whispered the last part looking knowingly at the brunette other super soldier on our team, making Nat flush a light pink and hit my arm playfully whispering: „Thanks." I just shrugged taking my bottle and emptying it half way. Then I headed out the gym door.

I hummed a little as I skipped back to my room. It was already 11 am. Steve was gonna be here at any moment now, I thought, making me do a little happy dance. Just as I was about to climb the stair up to floor where most bedrooms were, I heard the elevator bing. Looking up I saw an injured and very tired mission team come out. I frowned, they were only supposed to find an empty H.Y.D.R.A. base and look exactly trough their lab. I put my hand over my mouth in shock as I saw Steve. He had a black eye, bandages around his left hand and the way he walked showed he had a fractured ankle. I ran toward him wrapping my arms around his stomach from behind being careful not to hurt him any more. He spun around and hugged me close to his chest, breathing in my scent. We stayed like that for a moment just enjoying each other's embrace. Slowly I pulled back a little, just enough to lift my head to look at him. He looked tired out, like he hadn't slept in days. I pulled him down by his neck carefully and connected our lips in a soft but deep kiss. His tongue ghosted over my lips asking for entrance which I granted him. His hand wandered to my wait pulling me even closer while mine went up to his hair running trough his tangled strands pulling him in deeper. Both of us only pulled away when we needed to breath again. Both breathing hard I looked into his closed eyes and put my hand on his cheek, running my thumb over it. He laid his hand on top of mine and nuzzled more into it, looking like he was relaxed the first time in weeks. „Come on lets go to my room then wen can both shower and I can have a look at your hand", I whispered, taking his hand and walking back into the elevator. He stood behind me wrapping his hands around my waist and putting his head on my shoulder while I pressed the button for the right floor.

Once in my room I let go of him and sat him down onto the bed. „I assume the base wasn't empty then?", I asked putting the pieces together. „You could say so", he answered, smiling slightly at me. I took his hand and removed the bondage. He had a nasty scratch on his palm. I had already been stitched a few weeks ago so I left it open for the shower. I took the hem of his shirt making him lift his arms so I could pull it of. He also a few scratches on his toned chest but they weren't deep and also already healing. „Come on", I said reaching out my hand for him helping him up and into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom I closed the door and helped Steve remove the rest of his clothes, being extra careful with his injured ankle. I put my hands on his chest, ghosting over his muscles, just enjoying the feeling of his toned chest under my fingers again. Having him back here I also relaxed the first time in days. He followed my hands with his eyes until they trailed up my arms to my lips and then my eyes. His hands now also helping me removing my clothes, her firstly lifted my shirt then pulled down my jeans revealing my matching set of underwear. Looking up into his eyes I saw that his pupils were blown wide with lust and a deep growl erupted from his chest letting shivers run down my spine.

Very careful, like I was made of glass, he moved his uninjured hand to my back and undid my bra pulling the straps off my shoulders and letting it join the other clothed on the floor. While his eyes softened a little and he took one of my hands I used the other to pull my underwear down and step out of then. A blush rose to my cheeks at Steve's intense look, letting his eyes wander up and down my body drinking everything in. When my (e/c) eyes met his he connected our lips in a passionate kiss that turned more and more hungry when I let my tongue swipe across his bottom lip and he let me in. His hands wandered over my body stopping at my ass, squeezing it gently and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his strong waist until he set my down on the counter top. He pulled away and his lips ghosted over my forehead. „We should still take that shower", I breathed out and felt him nod.

He picked me up with ease again and walked to the shower turning it on, letting the warm water wash over both of our sweaty bodies. He set my to the ground carefully and I turned around taking a bit of shampoo and then turned again to lift my hands to his scalp. I washed his hair completely, sometimes scratching his scalp with my nails making him groan again. God that sound was sexy. I mean everything about him was sexy. The way he walked, when he was angry god when his jaw clenched and when his hands made fists. Oh his hands with his long thick fingers could do so much for you. Steve had never really fingered you.

You and Steve were only together 3 months and he was pretty shy about sex. So besides the basic sex, him tongue fucking you (one of the best things ever btw.) and you giving him a blowjob, you hadn't really done anything. And the last time you did something was 4 weeks ago and you were arching, thinking all these dirty thoughts while in the shower with him.

You bit your lip at the thoughts and your pussy clenched around nothing. Steve took some of the body soap and began cleaning himself, rinsing of and then giving you a questioning look making you smile and nod. So he also cleaned you being careful not to touch you to long on you private parts making you silently giggle to yourself at what a shy gentleman he was. He looked up at you, hearing you giggling slightly and furrowed his brows in question. You met his eyes and bit your lip and then slowly so slowly you put your hands over his, which were currently resting on your hips, and pulled them up over your stomach to your breasts. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly at the feeling of you completely at his mercy and he gently but firmly began to massage your boobs. He rubbed his thumb over your nipple causing it to harden and making you bite your lip again to suppress a moan. He leaned over your ear: „I want to hear your little sounds. They're so sexy and they're all for me."

With that you let the soft moans escape and put your hands on his shoulders. He leaned down and ever so careful took a nipple into his hot mouth sucking on it lightly making a louder moan erupt from you. He smirked against your skin enjoying the sound you made but he wanted more from them, wanted to pleasure you in any way possible in any way YOU wanted. „What do you want me to do Y/n?" Your cheeks flushed a little at the thought of exposing your secret fantasies to him. „I-I want you to... to fuck me with your fingers...", you whispered only loud enough so he could hear. He rose a eyebrow at that he had no idea that thought turned you on so much but he would do anything for you and he wanted to know more about your fantasies. „Tell me more tell me exactly what you want me to do", his tone was more like a growl from deep within his chest, turning you on even more. „I... I want your fingers inside of me. Oh god your big strong thick fingers." „Fuck", Steve whispered at hearing you say things like that.

He kissed you again hard this time and sloppy. Then slowly trailing his uninjured hand down to your heat, he rubbed a finger through your already slick folds. „Oh sweetheart you're already so wet for me. So good.", he praised making you whimper. He pressed his thumb to your clit rubbing slow circles on it. You cried out at the sudden pleasure you were receiving and moved your hands so they were tangled in his blonde hair. Then he pushed a finger inside you. You moaned loudly at that and clawed harder at his hair. „Steve...please", you didn't even know what exactly you were pleading for but you wanted more needed mire of him. The next time he pulled out he shoved a second finger inside.

Steve admired your face while he finger fucked you. Your eyes closed, your head tilted back in pleasure and your mouth open with sound escaping that could have him cumming on the spot. He moved his face into your neck and left little kisses sucks and love bites there. Steve loved marking you. He wasn't big on PDA but he loved to show other people you were his and that you would on purpose wear clothing in which you could clearly see the marks he left. He secretly fell only more in love with you for that. That you so proud showed the other who you belonged to and were never ashamed or hesitant when someone asked who your boyfriend was.

The pleasure Steve gave you with every stoke of his fingers hat a knot tying in your stomach and you knew you weren't gonna last long anymore with the pleasure he gave you. „Stevee", you breathlessly moaned out, „I'm - I'm gonna.." You couldn't finish your sentence as Steve added a third finger and increased the pressure on your clit making the knot snap, moaned out his name in a high pitched voice over and over again. He continued moving his fingers making your bliss last longer until you were completely tired out. He slowly pulled his fingers out making you moan at the empty feeling and pushed then his mouth just as you opened your eyes to see it. „Fuck you taste good. Next time I gotta completely taste you." He tilted your head up further and kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself.

You stayed in the shower for a while cleaning up completely. He got out first grabbing two towels and drying himself of while giving you the other one. You grabbed yourself some panties and one of Steves t-shirts helping him put on a new bandage over his hand and then leading him to the bed, deciding that you were just gonna cuddle the rest of the day.

You laid on your back, pulling him with you so his head laid on your chest. Both his arms were rapped around your waist protectively while both your hands were in his hair playing with his blonde strands. You bent down and pressed your lips to his crown then laid back relaxing against the mattress while he was starting to drift of to the sound of your heartbeat knowing you were safe and the comfort of your hands in his hair. He sighed happily mumbling: „I love you y/n." - „I love you too Steve", you answered smiling. You closed your eyes and fell asleep to the soft sound of his calm breathing, falling into a peaceful slumber.

[thatgirlwithuntoldfeelings]

14:30 • 24 november 2024

i just had a tiring and fucking dream. still very vivid. and it all happened in a 30-minute nap. i just woke up 2 minutes ago and trying to remember everything.

i just watched a true crime episode where the victims fought for their lives. i guess this was the trigger.

i cannot remember where it started. i am with some familiar faces. not even sure if classmates or friends or workmates. we were in a hotel and looked like we were called for a meeting. they told us about things i cannot remember. based on how this story will go, i think it's about a killer around. we started forming into groups, went around, checking the place. i cannot remember what happened next so let's skip this part.

i was on a different place but same environment and setting. dad picked me up. he was so angry. he said he have talked with the authorities and he cannot forgive him. i didn't understand. he was angry. i was explaining nothing happened to me and i wasn't abused. he didn't listen. he was furious.

we went down the car and again, there were people planning. kyjmr (a specific person i can remember) was there just sweeping as he always do, but you can see that he's eavesdropping. he's avoiding us but he kept close. then he left. i can't remember what happened next but i think we needed to find kyjmr.

we found a room and saw his figure, he was hiding, waiting for someone to go inside. but we shouted and ask if he was part of this. all of a sudden he ran towards us and trying to hurt us with a knife. i, together with whoever i was with, were fighting him. i was stopping him, telling him not to do this and try to remember his three kids. i was shouting. he kept trying to stab us and i tried my best to stay away bc i did not want to hurt him. he's our kyjmr after all. i was thinking was what might happen to his children if he gets hurt or die. he stopped, then ran together with the other guy.

we tried to find them/him, though i am not even sure what or who we are actually looking for. now we're walking on the sand. the place looks like a beach with houses. we saw people inside casually talking and discussing, as if we weren't running away from or finding something to solve this. i entered the house. it was old, blue, with cracky wooden chairs. it doesn't have a door, just the actual open space where doors will be placed. the windows were broken jalousie where you can peek through and see outside. after i walked to the side of the room, i saw him coming. i think the person is the same invader/killer from the true crime episode i just watched. he was twice as big as my dad.

i shouted, told them we can attack from behind because i believe we can win, there are more than 10 people there. as he gets closer to the front door space where we entered, i started moving towards the other door space that leads outside the house. but to my disbelief and when i checked, they just let him in and greeted him. i was so confused, maybe i was wrong? maybe he's not the one? so i just kept walking on the side of the house and went outside of the gate-less wall. the man does the same thing. he went out from the other door space and as he was near the gate-less wall, he was greeted and hugged by sp (another specific person i can remember). i was ready to fight, but i stepped back bc i thought i was wrong.

after the hug, i found sp beside me, blank face, staring at me, and blood came out from her mouth, she was stabbed at the back when she hugged him. he got the knife from her back and continued to stab her.

i panicked. i went to the man angrily. he was big. i jumped on him and just crumpled his face. it got thin as if air went out of the balloon. i kept crumpling his face as we both ended on the floor, with him at the bottom. he was turning into an adult girl. i can still remember the face. it resembles a celebrity (naming edg).

as blood starts to come out from him, people started to get near us, clapping, cheering. There was the lifeless person with blood coming out and me still crying and shouting bc of anger. they were saying that it would be a nice shot for the story cover. i didnt understand. they were rejoicing while i was full of anger, still in shock, and killed someone.

i can still see the blood on the floor with my hands on it and while im shouting and crying, i woke up. i was still shouting but without a sound.

opening my eyes, i can feel the heaviness from my heart from the shout. i slowly look around as i try to realized it was just a dream. i checked my phone and what time is it, it has only been around 20-30minutes.

and while im still typing this, my heart still feels heavy.

i used to watch true crimes but this dream was different. it was too detailed, very vivid. i know i am having a hard time this time but this dream was too much. this was complicated, confusing, and exhausting.

i am not even sure why i am sharing this here. maybe bc i used to tell these dreams to my ex and he'll look for its meaning but yup, i do not have him now and i don't want to look for its meaning so here. and i just needed to let this out.

[cottagecorrosive]

A post to myself so no one read it pls

I'm going to be okay. Someday I'm going to wake up with the dawn and have the warmth of the sun gently get me out of bed. I will go into the kitchen of a small home that we bought together after we have experienced the world despite never leaving the country. I will cook breakfast: pancakes with lots of syrup, eggs, bacon, hot coco...your favorite. I'll wake you up with the smell of a lovingly made meal and gentle sound of me humming our song. We have plenty, but each melody reminds me of you. That's why I can get out of bed. The sun and the warmth remind me I will have another gentle day with you. We'll eat on the porch outside and listen to the morning birds. Our jobs will be worthwhile. We'll have a garden. We'll have a golden lab and name him Rusty. He won't be bright, but he'll shine. We'll have plenty of room to breath and to run and to skip and to frolic. We'll act like no one is watching because the only person i care about who looks at me is you...and i know you love me. And you know I love you too. Forever and always. I'll be able to sit in the living room. I'll be happy to wake up. It'll be hard going to sleep because of how excited I am for tomorrow. We'll be okay. Our minds may not be fixed from all that we've been through, but we know how to love each other's scars. At night we'll have fires and smores and we'll cuddle watching a movie you fall asleep halfway through. I'll carry you to bed and kiss your forehead before trailing off to a dream that will never compare to the life we have. We'll have a family that accepts for who we are and we enjoy the holidays. I haven't been on social media for months. We'll make pinky promises and keep them because they are the most important thing. Chores are not a chore. We'll wash the dishes together and sing our favorite songs. We'll do laundry together and sing The Devil Went Down to Georgia in time with our broken yet usable washing machine. We appreciate living and the living. We'll go hiking all the time and take the time to relax. We'll see each other in the stars. We each have our own space and can appreciate time together and apart. We'll need time to be alone, but I can't wait to tell you what I did and I can't wait to hear what you did. We'll be gentle with each other. In every way. We'll try to bake and create new recipes. Probably failing most of the time, but laughing at how gooey the cake looks and eating it anyway. We won't get angry anymore. At anyone. I'll say I love you a million times and minute and mean it every time. It's my only constant thought. We'll take pictures of everywhere we go and hang them on the wall. Some we'll forget, but they'll be there. Every day I will fall in love with you again. Every few nights we'll get dressed in our nicest clothes and dance on the porch. We'll try to learn new ways to dance and will never be able to because we'll just fall to the floor laughing at ourselves. I'll still practice when I'm alone to impress you next time. We both will. We'll never stop trying to impress each other. I'll learn your favorite songs on guitar and we'll sing together. When we're doing chores I'll turn off my music to head you softly humming. I'll never be tired again. Not like I was. Not like I am. We'll read together, not saying a word. We'll sometimes buy gifts for each other, but most of the time it'll be crafts of love. A crotched ghost. A song. A birdhouse. A trip. A crown made from daisies. We'll exist together. Somehow never getting in the way of the other. We'll celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, Halloweens, Christmases, Easter to the fullest extent. Not to celebrate them, but to have an excuse to have fun with each other. We'll appreciate every season and the change they bring. The Spring. The Summer. The Autumn. The Winter. Change and love are the only constants. We'll wash each other's hair. We'll do things for one another because we want to, not because we have to. We'll be content.

Life will be gentle and worth living.

[lavendermunson]

i could see you as my addiction - steve harrington

chapter 3 of miss americana and the heartbreak prince

summary a perfect date makes you forget about all the worries, the insecurities and the future. even if this time you weren't careful, who's keeping tabs anyway?

content warnings +18. some mentions of insecurities, so much fluff. allusions to sex. dry humping. slight nipple play. heavy make out, touching. no p in v next time babes.

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Something is wrong, something is definitely wrong. 

You find yourself sitting on the sofa at your private studio, no one joined you today since you came in a rush trying to come up with the melody for a song you wrote, about him. 

But it’s odd, nothing comes out of your head, and you let your fingers linger on the strings of one of your favorite guitars, the one with flowers painted by one of your artist friends. It’s been two hours and nothing comes to your head, not even the first note. If you could, you would smash this guitar right on the floor so it breaks, you are sure it’s some type of curse, usually, you lose sleep working but right now you are too tired to do so, and truthfully, your mind has been thinking about another thing, Steve.

Not necessarily on his large hands, his cute face, or his soft lips. No, it’s the worry that eats you alive. You wish the sofa could swallow you whole and teleport you to another universe where life is easier, when your life is not printed in newspapers and your face isn’t in every corner of the city. You love your life but it’s overwhelming, more so when it comes to dating, to love. Past mistakes tattooed in your head, dreadful memories and bad luck, seems like you are not worthy of love and you’ve been believing in it until you saw him.

Robin is right, she always is. Some things look like a fairy tale. Like it’s a dream and you are going to wake up, empty-handed and never knowing if someone would ever love you for who you really are. 

Your heart starts to ache, your teeth now biting off the rest of the old nail polish making it look chipped now. The buzz of your phone makes you flinch, you look at your hands in disgust and realize you are more than nervous. You catch a glimpse of the screen and see his nickname, causing a smile to spread across your face.

little secret: hey beautiful :) 

about tomorrow… i decided to skip practice, i know, don’t lecture me about it

it would be better if I took a day off to be with you, does that sound okay?

unless you have other plans, i’ll understand but i kind of have a plan so i hope i am lucky enough for you to take a day off with me

The typing bubble goes away indicating it’s your time to reply. Steve never sends so many texts in a short span of time, was he nervous? Anxious? Excited? You had a combination of the three emotions sitting right at the top of your belly.

you: hi handsome <3 yes, absolutely! all day with you sounds perfect. 

don’t worry, no lecture for today because I know how good you are at what you do. where are we going? 

little secret: do you wanna make me blush? 

uh, it’s a place a couple of hours away from the city… a farm, garden… i don’t know a friend owns it and we can have all the privacy we want

Perfect, privacy. Not that you don’t want to scream the world that you are dating the most perfect guy, but it’s exactly what you need, some moment alone with him.

you: privacy? to do what? ;)

little secret: oh i have a few things in mind…

You joke, trying to get rid of your nerves. But you blush at his reply.

little secret: eight am sounds good? Is it too early? i’ll pick you up

you: no, it’s perfect. i’ll send you my address!

little secret: great, have a nice day beautiful

you: you too, handsome <3 can’t wait to see you again

——

The next day comes, and you are hyper-aware of your nerves as you look in front of the mirror. You’ve changed your outfit at least five times, the room is full of clothes on the floor. You shouldn’t worry about it but you are, you want this to be perfect. 

It’s almost eight am and the only thing you can think about is how are you going to get out of the city without being seen and followed. You guess Steve has it covered but… what if he doesn’t?

Sixth change of outfit and last, you fix the hem of your skirt and put on some cherry chapstick, this time you went for a natural make up look to be more comfortable. You get your purse closed and sit on the couch while you check social media. It has never been your favorite hobby but it’s quite gratifying to see your friend’s faces and their new adventures. 

Robin’s “good luck” text pops up on your screen, You thank her and moments later Steve arrives.

You prepare yourself for what's coming, praying everything goes well and that your nerves won't eat you alive.

“Hi, beautiful. You look amazing” he says, standing close to the black SUV. He leans in to leave a kiss on your cheek and hand you a bouquet of flowers.

“Hey handsome” you blush at the feeling of his lips against your face, something you are addicted to. “These are so pretty, you really didn’t have to”

“Or course i did, i have to spoil you”

He winks and takes your hand to help you get into the vehicle, you see it’s completely dark so no one can look into it.

——

After the total chaos of switching cars in an empty dark parking lot and Steve’s driver keeping the secret of you two together, you are now in a quieter part outside of the city. The road looks empty, it’s a place you’ve never visited but you get intrigued at how calm it is. Your hair flows with the wind thanks to Steve’s old and classic convertible, the sun hits his face when you look at him. Sunglasses sit on the bridge of his nose and you miss that spark in his eyes whenever he sees you. His hand lingers on your thigh, feeling your hot skin under his soft fingertips, his hand keeps moving up with seconds and you let your body relax, your back pressed against the seat. 

The radio has been playing old songs and there’s a quick change to modern songs. The first one is a new song from your friend Vickie, following up it’s one of Corroded Coffin’s most popular songs and then you hear a melody too familiar.

“Oh, I love this song” his hand travels from your thigh to the radio’s tuning knob to turn the volume up. Missing the feeling of his warm hand on your skin, you take his hand in yours and place it on your thigh again. 

He grins at you while the song starts to play louder and you hear your voice.

“No, no, no!” you cover your face with your palms, shaking your head as you hide the red tint on your cheeks. 

“What? I love this song, it’s fun” Steve sings along, surprised he knows the words when you look at him with a smile on your face. A laugh falls off your lips when he gets to the chorus, screaming the lyrics of your song. 

“It's time, oh-oh. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling twenty-two” he keeps singing, taking your hand up in the air and dancing. “Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you” he takes a quick look at you, dedicating your own words to you.

You eventually join him, not only singing your song but a few that pop up on the radio, making the ride smoother, feeling like it went away quicker and you finally arrive at your destination. 

“I’m sorry about your ears,” he says, letting go of the steering wheel and taking the keys out of the ignition. A frown forms on your face, watching every one of his movements. 

“Sorry for what?”

“Your ears, I know I am a really bad singer but I do love music!” His laugh is contagious, seeing him smile so much is a thing that will be in your head forever. 

“Don’t worry, I don’t know how to play baseball so I think we are even”

“Are you admitting I'm a bad singer?”

“No, no I didn't mean it like that”

As soon as the car comes to a full stop, he gets out and rushes to your side, holding the door open for you and extending his hand to assist you in getting out. You take his hand and step out of the car, accidentally bumping chests with him.

“I didn’t mean it like that” you repeat. 

“I know, honey” 

He takes off his glasses, placing them on the collar of his shirt and his free hands find your waist. You do the same and tangle your arms around his neck, getting closer to him and brushing your lips with his in a quick kiss.

“I can teach you to play and some other things” he whispers on your lips, you nod and close the gap between you quickly.

As his lips move against yours, his hands squeeze your waist and his tongue finds its way into your mouth, it bumps with yours making him groan. Your head leans to the side to give him more access, the kiss becomes quicker, hotter and you feel so desperate to get more of his taste. Cigarettes, mint and a dash of cherry from your lips. He pulls away to take some air and looks at you with a smile, your chest rises up and down quickly as you try to do the same. 

“I- we should get inside and eat something. I’m starving”

You pinch your brows together, knowing how you both seem to push each other when it gets too much. Just like you at the concert, afraid that anyone will see you and start to scream. Anxiety sits on your stomach again, knowing that even if no one is watching you there is always a wall between you and Steve that will be hard to break.

You join him inside the house, it’s small but pretty. Pictures of his coach, Hopper with his wife and kids are all over the walls. They look so happy.

When you ask for a vase for the flowers he shows you where they are, not leaving his sight of what he is getting from behind the kitchen counter.

“I’m ready, let’s go!”

Steve has a picnic basket in his hand and a bottle of wine in the other. You follow him to the back door after placing your flowers in the vase along with some water. There’s a nice, big garden and to a big tree that casts a big shadow that looks like the perfect place for you to sit down and eat, you look around and see a lot of vegetables, fruits, and flowers planted on the floor. You notice the family likes to do gardening and eat fresh food, it all looks perfectly placed and taken care of.

You find Steve on his knees, taking the food out of the picnic basket. There are sandwiches, fruit cut into tiny pieces, a cheese board, and some chocolate truffles. You sit close to him to help him, getting the plates out along with some cutlery and the wine cups.

“You… Did you prepare all of this?” a smile shows on your face, which Steve loves. He nods, pressing his lips together to hide a grin.

“I had a little help but… yeah I did”

“Help? From who?” you ask.

“Uh, my friend Nancy”

You remember her, noticing how she was so close to Robin and it made you smile. 

“Nancy, yes. I haven’t officially met her but my best friend, Robin… she couldn’t stop talking about her the other night and I-” Your pause makes Steve’s brows form a frown. 

“You okay?” he asks you, not knowing if it’s something he did or hasn't done. He doesn’t know what’s happening but you are completely frozen in your place and your smile disappears. 

“Your friend, Nancy. Does she know about us?” 

“No, she just- I told her I had a date but I didn't say with who” He lies.

“Does your friend Robin know about us?” he asks, you can see his curious eyes scanning your face. 

“No, I- nobody knows. I haven’t told anyone” You lie and it feels very wrong.

Robin is your best friend, you tell each other everything and it is inevitable for you to not tell her but you lie because, of course, you don’t want Steve to be disappointed. He told you this was a secret.

“Oh, yeah, same” he sits down, his back pressed against the tree while he takes a sandwich and starts eating. He looks at you, taking pieces of fruit on your plate and being quiet.

If you asked Steve’s friends, they would tell you he gets distracted pretty easily whenever he is outside his games. He isn’t used to catching when someone needs to be comforted until the other person mentions it, because for him it has to be obvious. If someone is mad, they have to be screaming or making aggressive gestures because that’s how Steve grew up. His parents were always tossing things at each other, when Hopper gets mad he yells, and when Eddie is pissed he calls him an idiot.

But with you, it’s different. When your smile fades away, Steve thinks that it is normal but you are now quiet and not looking at him, he is missing your attention and his brain finally wakes up.

“Is there something wrong?” 

When you finally look at him, you get closer to him. Your arms bump with each other and Steve’s arm comes behind your neck to rest on your shoulders and leaves a small kiss on your cheek. He lets out a sigh knowing that he knows you still want to be close to him.

“Speaking hypothetically” Not ready for the answer but pretty impatient for it, you decide to rip the band aid off. “If I told someone else about us, would that be bad?” 

You lied to Steve. He lied to you. It’s a rough start but it’s a little lie, something you can manage.

“No, not if you trust that person” Steve bites his lips, your head rests on his chest and he rubs your thigh. “But I think we should keep it between us, still. I- I think it’s more special that way”

But it’s not, and Steve knows. He is used to lying to protect himself, lies are better than saying what he actually feels.

“Totally, it’s more special this way” You try to convince yourself but it’s not working, yet, you try to change the subject and ask him about this house, Hopper, and his kids. 

He tells you all of their stories. From meeting him to meeting his kids to his fight with Jonathan and Will’s friends hanging out with him as if he were the babysitter. Eventually, he found a family in all of them even if they aren’t connected by blood.

He asks you how you met Robin, and you start by telling him she has been your friend since you were kids and even though you had nothing in common she has been your rock and you’ve been hers. She is the one you trust more than anyone else.

The sun has been setting down, leaving the sky in a shade of pink and orange but the warmth of the day never leaves. You are not sure of when you got to this, your legs straddling him as his back presses against the tree, the empty plates scattered all over the place while you sit on his lap. His hands are all over your skin, fingertips traveling all the way to your breasts to give them a light squeeze. 

You stop kissing his neck leaving soft kisses on his sharp firm jaw and leaving a peck on the corner of his mouth before entangling your lips with his. After giving him permission, your head leans to one side as you cup his face gently, thumb tracing his cheek where his moles rest. Your lips brush against his tenderly, he savors the taste of your cherry chapstick and the remnants of strawberry, chocolate, and wine that make his heart flutter as the way he is becoming addicted to your lips, to you. 

As the kiss deepens, your tongues meet for the first time, dancing in a perfect rhythm leaving a trace of passion and longing, an intimate moment you both needed so much. The world seems to disappear around you when one of his arms goes under your skirt to touch the soft skin of your ass, his hands are soft but the warmth of his palms elevates you. His other hand sneaks to the back of your body to unhook your bra with one hand, impressive, you help him get rid of your bra and he breaks away from the kiss to admire your hard nipples under your top.

"You are so fucking pretty" he whispers against your lips, his words tingling on the bottom of your lip before they touch his mouth again.

His hand goes back to squeeze your breasts again, pinching your nipples with his fingers to give you extra pleasure but it's not enough. Your hips start to rock involuntarily against the hard bulge in his pants making him hide his groans over the kiss combined with your low moans. Wetness pooling on your panties as the rough material of his jeans gives you a pleasant ammount of friction.

He is lost in you, in the way you move over him and the way you are kissing him. He has never felt this, he has kissed other girls but no one has earned a place in his heart like you. He is putty in your hands, goosebumps adorning his arms as his heart beats as fast as when he is playing. It's a feeling he has never felt outside the field, the power you have over him is something unmeasurable.

As one of your hands rests over his cheek, the other goes under his shirt to touch every inch of his skin and try to memorize it. You feel the same, lost in him as your heart bumps against your ribs like a hammer. You swear you can see the stars, the questions, and the doubts fading into insignificance as you explore each other's bodies with warmth and desire. 

You break from the kiss, both trying to catch your breath as your chest rises up and down. His gaze is heavy on you, looking at your pretty eyes with so much desire and admiration, his hands leave your body to cup your face and squeeze the soft skin of your cheeks.

Steve looks at your face, your perfect glowy eyes making him feel warm. 

He smirks at the sight of your flushed cheeks and your pink puffy lips knowing he caused this. You are an angel, he thinks, you are here to save him and to make him happy and he wants to keep you forever. 

"If you could look at you the way I do, you'll see how much I want to scream to the world that I like you a lot" Steve hesitates for a moment, being trapped in the lavender haze of your presence and your bodies being connected, tangled.

"I like you so much too, i'd give up the stars just to see your face every night" You look at him with the biggest smile on your face, he leaves a peck on your lips and smiles with the same happiness you are feeling right now.

"Do you think we could-" He gets interrupted by a ring on the kitchen phone, is incredibly loud it makes you both jump. He freezes in his place, not wanting to leave his position, he is so close to you that it makes him crazy. 

"You should get that, it could be important" 

Steve helps you get up, telling you to wait and not move from where you are. His unfinished question is still on your mind. Do you think we could... what? Have sex? Tell the world we love each other? Wait, does he love you? Do you love him? Already? Is it too soon?

He comes back to you jogging, short of breath and with a sad frown on his face. 

"I'm sorry, Nancy just told me I have to get back. Hopper wants to have dinner and if I'm not there he is... I'm sure he is going to kick my ass"

You nod, looking at him with the same sad frown but trying to smile so he doesn't get to read your mind and see your worries. "Don't worry, it's okay Stevie" You know how much Hopper means to him, how Steve feels he owes him so much for helping him get to where he is now.

His heart skips a beat at the nickname, Steve sees you reach down to get your bra back. He is quicker than you and grabs it for you. 

"Let me help" A mischievous grin shows on his lips.

You turn around giggling as you take your top off, he sighs when he sees your naked back and the soft fabric of your top on your hands he misses the view he was waiting for, dreaming of.

"C'mon! you are not doing this to me!" Steve yells, defeated as he gets closer to you and helps you put your back on.

"I'm sorry, maybe next time handsome" You tease, a soft chuckle leaves his lips and helps you get dressed, hooking your bra and helping you get your top on again. He hugs you from behind, hiding his face on your neck and kissing it. 

His wet kiss turns into a bite, where he starts to suck on your skin to leave a mark. You shut your eyes, appreciating the little sting on your neck, but the smile never leaves your lips knowing he is marking you. No one will know who did it, but everyone will know you already belong with someone. 

"I'm sorry we have to go, i really wanted you to stay" his arms lock you in with your back pressed against his chest. "I hope we can see each other again and soon"

"We will, we will see each other many times from now on" Your hand finds his face and then his hair, you play with it for a moment just enjoying this hug before he takes you home.

The night comes, and the day ends. But this is just the beginning.

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this chapter is very cute but there's some angst coming...

[nondivisable]

ok I am now awake although I'll probably stay in bed for a solid 24 hours. I'll try to be brief but I'll probably fail

I am a forearm crutch user but I don't have any kind of official disability certificate since no one can figure out a diagnosis for me besides "yeah you have some liquid in a bunch of joints"

Yesterday I went to a taylor swift concert in floor seating and here in Argentina that means there is no designated seating, you are always standing, and you have to fight to be in a good spot. Luckily I went to the back of the floor which has some bleachers and I had a great time even if it was tiring.

But I want to take this opportunity to talk disability etiquette because the way some people talk to me and the actions they take are just...infuriating.

So, things that are okay and that can help a disabled person:

* the staff at the place who asked me if I had a disability certificate because that way I could get priority seating - good, great, it got repetitive cause they asked me at five different checkpoints but it wasn't their fault since they usually don't communicate with each other

* the people next to me on the bleachers who unspokenly left some extra space around me - so grateful for them, I need more space to maneuver with my crutches as well as sit down if I need to and they were all very respectful of that even if I didn't say it

* the tall as fuck dude who stood next to me so that I would be between him and a wall when a human stampede broke out - amazing, he offered me security without overwhelming me and he kept his space, he didn't invade my personal space or try to carry me or some weird shit people have tried

Weird grey area shit:

* same tall as fuck dude when he said to me "bestie you're a fighter" - this one's 50/50 for me because I really think he didn't intend it with any malign, he probably assumed I had a non permanent injury and was pushing through to see the show. Its kind of a weird thing to say but I didn't take it to heart

* all the people who offered to help me up the stairs - in itself that action isn't wrong and most of them were very respectful and moved on when I said I didn't want help but the sheer amount of them, one after the other was annoying. Some of them had clearly heard me turn down help five seconds before, kinda wrong to keep offering.

Shit that's just not okay:

* the people who scream "Jesus, she's on crutches, be careful" - yes, people should be more careful around me than others cause my balance is shit, but you singling me out and taking pity on me without taking any actions or offering help is just useless.

* the girl who didn't take no for an answer - this one's a long one but it's also the last one. Me and my friend were in line for the bathroom and it was really long. A girl in front of me offered to let me skip ahead of her so I would wait less. I thanked her and lined up in front of her but behind two more people. She was very mad that there wasn't a disabled toilet and that the two girls in front of me weren't letting me skip ahead. I agreed with her about the first one and reassured her that I could wait for the less than five minutes that the girls would take. She then proceeded to go up to a staff member and ask him if I could go first and when he agreed, she asked if I needed her to go in with me? This is just creepy as fuck, I don't know you, I am with a friend who I would ask to go with me if I needed to, you went against my direct ask to not say anything. It was very dehumanizing, she didn't see me as a disabled person just as a disability

Sorry this is so long and I love you if you made it to then end, people not understanding basic decency around disabled people annoy me

someone remind me to make my first real post tomorrow about able bodied entitlement, specially at concerts, I have a lot of shit to say but just got bck and need like 15 hors of sleep

[job-the-prosperous]

Yo, Job. Ya want explosions? How about we give ya explosions! Your item room contains a passive explosive related item, but Curse of the blind is inflicted for this floor.

(Hope this is fine.)

Looking like another failed attempt. Don't know what I keep doing wrong to ending up like this.

He opened up the hatch to the next floor, stopping in his tracts at the sound of a familiar robotic voice calling out to him. Immediately Job's attitude switched to unbridled joy.

((story progression undercut))

Carrion Queen dropped Chemical Peel, but I really don't like that item. It hurts a lot and the benefit from that isn't worth it. Most people here skip out on it. Except for Cain, weirdo. Both of the new items are from this floor! Don't enjoy eating raw body parts, but I always feel full of energy after the Placenta. No matter! I waited for awhile on the last floor to see if you'd say something, but I couldn't stay to long. You know, the rumors and all that. I'm just happy to hear from you all again! Start to miss all the weird stuff I was asked.

What are you asking this time around? Something about explosions? Don't remember asking like that. Why would I even want it? I know this is one of the first things you've said in awhile, but I'm going to move onto something else. Like I said this floor is already been cleared out.

It was really annoying, always spraying blood and shooting out those jumpy guys. Big head bosses are always the worst. Though while you're here, I thought of something super cool. Hold up a second while I get it ready.

Job climbed up onto the pile of meat that once held the skull up, carefully treading the slippery surface. The two pieces of the tattered skull where lighter than expected. He lightly pushed the small creature that laid dead out with his foot. He struggled for a bit to find a good position inside the large skull. The jaw left very little room for his feet to get a proper grip. With a forceful stomp, more ground was cleared for standing.

I bet if I could carry this around everything will be to scared to fight me! And with the big eye holes I can still shoot tears. Pretty ingenious I'd say.

Job was giggling so much you could almost miss how sad the attempt made to walk around while carrying the skull was. It was more of a slow waddle, getting anywhere like that would take forever. Before he could get to far, Job slipped on a piece of meat and the skull shattered under his fall.

Aw man! What a downer. Can't be to upset about it, there's no way I'd be able to fit it down the hatch anyways. Speaking of hatches, about time I moved on. Not much else to do here. Maybe you can stay for the next floor? I'll try to make it interesting to watch.

The hatch to the next floor was opened, revealing a narrow, rock filled tunnel. He squirmed his way down the tight entryway and made it to the other side without much hassle. A splintering headache came and went as if something ran up behind and smacked him upside the head. His eyes were shut tight for a moment, reeling back from the sudden pain. It was gone in a moment's notice, though upon opening his eyes the damaged had already been dealt.

His vision flickered on and off from blurry to non-burry. Job would of been worried that he was losing his eye sight if he hadn't gone through this phenomenon already. A plan of action could be made, that was something to grasp onto. It become more of an inconvenience than a disaster. Only go into rooms when the blurry vision was inactive and watch more closely what you pick up. Though that anon did say something about explosions. He'd have to be extra careful about the next item room he came across.

[strawwritesfic]

Sebastian Michaelis x Female!Maid!Reader: College

Summary: At least he can give you one hell of a goodbye before they leave.

Rating/Tags: M (overt sexual references; Phantomhive Manor; major time skip from canon; college-bound!Ciel; Ciel without quotation marks; Sebastian & Ciel; Sebastian & Ciel & Reader; historical inaccuracies; not canon compliant)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Notes: I haven’t read Black Butler since 2012, and I haven’t watched the anime, period. However, because I have a friend that keeps up with the series from time to time, I am aware of some plot insanity that makes this scenario completely impossible. C’est la vie. 

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

College

A hollow sort of hush lay over the enormous house and all its grounds that hot August afternoon. The sun beat down on vacant flowerbeds and through the window panes into empty rooms. If any of the home’s usually raucous staff was there to see, none of them moved, none of them spoke. Their tasks were done, and what else was left but to wait for the inevitable? Wait they must. Being shouted at over their apathy was not much different than being shouted at for their enthusiasm.

Only two servants seemed to have escaped the oppressive moroseness that hung like a sheet over Phantomhive Manor. Hot as it was, sad as it was, they still had work to do. Down the deserted corridor, up the stairs, and inside the bare master bedroom stood the pair: a man, slender and dressed all in black, and a woman in a maid uniform. 

The curtains had been pulled back and the window opened in the hopes of letting in some cheer, or at least a breeze. It appeared to be working, for the woman smiled as she watched the man sift through the trunk on the floor.

He lifted his head from its depths with a sigh. “I suppose everything appears to be in order,” he told the woman at his side.

You grinned, pressing your palms together. “That should be the last of it, then! We’re all finished.”

“You say that now. No doubt Mey-Rin will decide to sneak in some last minute token of appreciation and upset things all over again.”

“And Finny will want him to take flowers to remember the place by, and Baldroy will recall how awful university food is and want to send him a whole month’s worth of rations.” A laugh at the expression on the man’s face could not be entirely avoided. “I don’t know where you think you get the right to look like that, Sebastian. I’m the one that has to stay here with them.”

Sebastian, for that was the butler’s name, and the maid’s was [Name], only carded a gloved hand through his messy bangs and collapsed on the end of the stripped bed. “You know that isn’t by my choice.”

“No, but I knew it would be the Earl’s choice from the beginning, even when he said he wanted to leave you here to look after things.” When Sebastian did nothing but continue to contemplate his knees, you lighted down next to him. “Still, I confess myself disappointed. It was nice to believe I might have you all to myself for a little bit.”

A quiet scoff, and then his hands found one of yours to hold between them. “I’m sure that’s why he decided to take me after all. Can’t have the butler having any free time, can we? Not to mention all the extremely useful things for a butler to do on a university campus.”

“Taking out the trash, finding his books at the library, cooking meals at two in the morning while he studies for an exam the next morning…”

He groaned. Giggle though you might have at Sebastian’s predicament, you could see how bone-tired he really was. And who could blame him? Ciel had been running him ragged, changing plans, changing them back, get this, get that, leave him alone, why was Sebastian not at his beck and call immediately? Of course even a demon would be exhausted–or annoyed. 

You bumped him lightly with your shoulder. “Hey, cheer up. I’ll be here to keep things running smoothly.”

“That’s the only thing keeping me from ripping that contract to pieces. No soul is worth this. Not even his.” Sebastian said this so dully that you might have believed he was serious, save for his dramatic fall against your side to rest his head on your shoulder and close his eyes.

“Then you’d miss out on seeing me every day,” you said.

The eyes opened up a sliver. “You’re not exactly worth it either.”

“True. I can almost promise the house won’t blow up while you’re away, but more than that…”

“There will be food and holes all over the walls. Garden dead. No clean laundry. Pantry empty. I’ll have to take each blunder out of your hide, you know.”

“That’s more like the Sebastian I know,” you breathed as you caught the smirk on his face. Your fingers danced through his hair for the shortest time imaginable before he twisted away to take your chin.

“In fact, all of these preparations might have gone more smoothly without your mistakes. It’s partially your fault that I’m considering giving my notice,” he said. “I should take that out of your hide now.”

Without further discussion, he pressed his lips to yours–“press” being the polite term for it. Heaven knew it was hot enough already. The two of you were already on a bed, however, and you were splayed across it, head spinning, before anything could be done to stop it. Sebastian’s mouth and other…admirable attributes made for a much better distraction from the warm summer and Ciel’s departure than any nonexistent breeze could. You gasped as you felt Sebastian hitch your skirts up, and–

“Here you two are. I trust you’ve finished the packing if you’ve decided you have time for a lark on my bed.”

You and Sebastian both sat up to find the master of the house--a young man with dark blue hair and an eye patch--standing in the doorway. His hands were on his hips and his usual peeved expression on his face. Ciel had found you in more compromising positions before, though, and his mind must have been too stuck on his upcoming trip to really be upset over such behavior from his servants–especially his only competent two. 

Sebastian bowed, a smile not quite making it to his face in time.

“And what is it that you are doing on my bed?” Ciel asked, eyebrow raised.

Sebastian did manage a smile at that. “If I couldn’t get my master packed for university and pleasure a woman at the same time, what sort of butler would I be?”

“More hygienic, I should hope.” Ciel lifted his eye heavenward and shook his head. “Sebastian, come along. I need to go over the wallpaper with you again. I don’t think the red was a good decision. [Name], get this room dressed up again. Why did you strip it? Or do you expect me to sleep on nothing when I come home for the holidays?”

“Yes, my lord,” you said, curtsying as you got a little unsteadily to your feet. 

No matter how many times Ciel walked in on you and Sebastian, you could never capture the same indifference as your companion. Too many real human emotions, you supposed. Not that that was going to stop you when Sebastian treated you like that.

“And you can go to the kitchen and help Baldroy when you’re done. I don’t want to hear another word about this going away feast he’s been prattling on about. Something light should do. I want to be situated by nine tomorrow morning, so Sebastian and I will be leaving at dusk.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“And close the window. If I’d wanted the place aired out, I would have said.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Serves you right,” Sebastian said in a low voice, as Ciel turned out into the hallway once again. “I’ll see you this evening, for as long as the master allows it. So be ready.”

“Yes, my lord,” you said with a bit of a wicked grin.

Sebastian smirked again, but before any further promises of punishment could come, Ciel was back in the room. “Sebastian!”

“Coming, sir.”

You watched them go, still smiling for as long as you could. Eventually, you would have to go downstairs and be overcome by the rest of the staff’s grief. Eventually, you would have to say goodbye to Sebastian and your master both. But not just yet, you didn’t think. Years of service to the young earl, and you knew he was softer than he let on–well, softer to everyone but Sebastian. He wouldn’t be able to resist the feast once he actually came downstairs for dinner. 

And after? After the chores, after the tears, after the packing and repacking and packing again? You still had Sebastian for one more night. For a few minutes anyway. In between changing wallpaper and listening to Ciel complain about the heat.